Capítulo 1267: Chapter 127: Commanding the Mortal World’s Demonic Flas, Surging to the Heavens (Part 3)
But now she is no longer the Dawn Knight of those years, apart from knowledge and intellect, she can no longer offer much help, the once brilliant starlight dimd like fireflies. She guarded in front of Gongsun Ce, softly saying: “Ce, don’t…”
“Do not give up hope, do not degenerate willingly, do not indulge in the power of silence and hatred!”
A sharp laugh sounded from behind, Situ Yi sitting on a chair mocking: “Go on, Dawn Knight, I was just about to ask you to do a ntal safeguard for him, having witnessed the arrival of silence four years ago, I never want to deal with It a second ti! But after all, the human heart is hard to predict, who dares guarantee your conscience still intact, who dares be sure his sanity remains?
I refuse to believe! In four years, I have devised an ideal thod, to keep the world’s creatures stable, to ensure the Faceless God’s life is peaceful!”
The small script in his hand vanished, replaced by a massive and heavy book, the cover of the script firmly inscribed with three Imperial Language characters: “The Faces of All Beings.”
Alandia imdiately clenched the hilt of her sword; upon seeing the script, she understood the Faceless God’s plan. Situ Yi lifted the script with both hands, smiling with smug arrogance: “The fiasco four years ago taught a profound lesson, so people’s minds I cannot control, so people’s actions I cannot predict, those diocre lives I disdain can also beco a force to slay dragons!
Therefore, I learned from the lessons and changed my style. Precise plans frequently err, so use simple, grand ones; unpredictable minds are hard to calculate, so calculate simple, controllable lives. Sands gather to form towers, unity is strength, let’s see how your few individuals’ conspiracy can compare to the resolve of 2.2 billion humans!”
He raised the large script high, countless pages fluttered in the fierce wind, countless threads from the high heavens descended, connecting to every person’s head in the northern continent!
The Faceless God’s Chaos Theater is about predicting and controlling humans using the Impermanence Skill, predicting ordinary people’s actions is as easy for him as flicking a finger. This is the preparation he made for this action, he predicted the actions of all 2.2 billion humans, turning the whole union into his stage, his puppets.
Countless voices drifted from all directions, the babbling of children, the cries of adults, the prayers of elders, blending into a chaotic, uncomprehensible echo, the sound seemingly wanting to pierce the heavens, enveloping the entire world. All voices repeating the sa words, those people with their life’s only devotion intoned:
“The creator directing the play, the Faceless God ruling the theater, the Chaos God transcending the Mortal World!”
Such nurous intentions surged with the prayers, toward the Faceless God, toward countless wooden puppets within the capital, toward the gray pillar in the middle of the theater city. Those serving as audience puppets drew in gray mist and transford into exaggeratedly dressed bizarre humanoids, playing sinister songs with accordions, hand drums, and flutes. They tread with high boots, donned pointed caps, wore oil-painted masks of either sorrow or joy, towering over three adults stacked together, humans before these puppets were akin to dwarfs.
“Chaos Theater Actors · Dreadful Puppet Demons.”
The aura and power of the Chaos Theater Actors almost rival that of ordinary giant dragons, they are the sorrow, despair, wild joy, and fear of 2.2 billion people. The experint perford by Horror Demon in Rain Curtain City finally realized by Faceless God when the theater descended. Yet these intentions are rely “redundancies” to be discarded, the true power aid at the theater city itself, absorbed into the pillar housing chanical arms.
“Mortal tumult is but a play, past dust is all void. People, gods, ghosts, beasts are all pawns, belonging in the double palms of gods.” Situ Yi laughed aloud, reciting a chant to summon the gods, “Chaos Director God · Master Creator!”
The chanical hand broke through the pillar suddenly erupted, tearing at cocoon-like threads with force, another hand erged from a crack, completely shattering the gray pillar, revealing its entire form.
A monster twisted beyond recognition of human shape appeared, having only hands, head, and torso forming the “upper body,” its waist and below rged with the entire theater city. Its existence seed born from theater, yet surpassed theater, the exquisitely crafted chanical hands encircling the theater city like a child embracing its beloved doll.
Its skin was a chilling iron-gray, seams of connected rivets and threads omnipresent, indicating its “artificial” nature, yet its countenance was noble, gracious, similar to the supre presence of a monarch, the beauty of its face belonged to the forr Queen Grey Morton of the Country. A veil draped over its face like a curtain, the blind and chanical god slowly raised its head, emitting an irrational roar.
Even a child without knowledge could comprehend its power, compared to the enigmatic “Director God,” even the recently descending dragon seed like a child’s plaything. And Situ Yi still sat on the vulgar chair, fingers tapping on his tall hat, the final part of the intention stream surged into his robes, his bloodless lips opening and closing, delivering the ultimate despair to humanity.
“Naturally, at this mont, I am the northern continent’s totem. Any harm will certainly reflect upon the civilians.”
“The play is done.” Situ Yi clasped his hands together, “Continue acting.”
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