Chapter 1,258 It’s all a conspiracy!

The so-called "ultimate chaos" is an existence that no language can describe its appearance.

It was an infinite illusion that changed like a kaleidoscope, or an unfathomable dark abyss, or a black sun rotating...

And around the throne of chaos were dancers with no fixed shape.

They are mindless and undisciplined, yet they never stop dancing a blasphemous dance.

And there are those crazy musicians, holding the abominable instruments with their nameless claws and beating the drum.

A crazy and sharp flute sound is constantly filtered out from the shimmering curtain of color, infinitely floating towards the palace, towards the great being who lives on the throne of chaos...

Qin Zhibo's eyes widened, looking at everything in front of him.

At this moment, he still couldn't control his body, as if he was under a confinement spell, and all activities were banned.

His senses were firmly fixed on the Chaos Royal Court.

His lips were slightly parted and he looked calm, but his expression was completely stiff.

What is that on the great throne?

What is that ultimate abyss?

What are the amorphous dancers and musicians?

And where will I be taken now?

At the same time, the evil Shantak bird carrying Qin Zhibo seemed to have fallen into madness, with a pair of narrow membrane wings shaking violently in the ether.

However, it still unswervingly carried out its master's instructions and rushed forward on the road of destruction.

Waiting at the end of that road of destruction is the indescribable destruction at the core of chaos.

At this moment, the sea surface formed by the etheric universe seemed to suddenly stir up a wave.

Qin Zhibo's body posture and even his face remained motionless, only his eyes could glance sideways.

On the rolling waves, he saw several dolphins carrying a huge jagged shell.

In the shimmering shell, a white-haired old man is standing.

He held the trident in his withered right hand and held the rope in his left hand as he cut through the waves in the tumbling ether ocean.

Despite this, He is getting closer and closer to the Throne of Chaos.

Qin Zhibo's eyes flickered slightly, and the tongue in his mouth moved, but he couldn't make any sound.

So is it you?

In his opinion, the poor old man was forced to embark on this path of destruction just like himself.

The only difference is that his mount is an ugly horse-headed bird.

The old man's mount is a dolphin, which is a symbol of beauty.

If allowed, he would like to turn his body completely around and have a good talk with the old man.

Although this can't change the final outcome of the two, it can shift the focus.

He no longer cares about the value of will.

Finding a partner before leaving is the only thing he can do now.

For this reason, Qin Zhibo began to forcefully burst out sounds from his throat.

snort……

snort……

This muffled groan is the limit of what he can do now.

It's just that this weak voice seems too weak among the wails and snickers that pervade the universe. It can't even be counted as fireflies and bright moons.

Even so, Qin Zhibo still shouted with all his strength to make the other party notice him.

snort--

snort--

Perhaps this insignificant firm will played a role. Across the immeasurable distance, the white-haired old man riding the dolphin slowly turned his head.

His eyes were extremely solemn, but also revealed a trace of compassion and kindness. He also looked across this distant ether.

However, he only glanced at it and turned his head away decisively.

As soon as He twisted the reins in his hands, He drove the dolphin and shell coach and disappeared into the invisible depths of the etheric ocean.

He actually left like this?

So wasn't he, like himself, forced here by some existence?

The only poor person is himself.

In this almost frozen moment, Qin Zhibo felt boundless despair in his heart.

So you don’t even have a partner to go on the road with?

Do I have to crash into the ultimate throne of chaos with this ugly, dirty, evil, filthy Shantak bird under my crotch, and welcome destruction?

My destiny is mine...

Can't help but...

Qin Zhibo's eyes were gradually filled with the dim world and gradually lost their luster.

But just when his eyes were about to lose their light completely, an incredible light came from underneath the eternal world.

This luster was illuminated from below, once again igniting Qin Zhibo's gradually frozen thinking.

It was a gray-brown nameless mist, like a huge nebula that was constantly changing its shape.

There seems to be some kind of hidden light source in the mist.

It wasn't until it was gently pushed away by an invisible hand full of vitality that Qin Zhibo could clearly see the essence existing in the nameless mist.

It was billions of spheres gathering infinite brilliance.

Although it is a polymer of billions of spheres, each sphere seems to be able to project a universe that is infinitely close to infinity.

Every piece of sky, every ocean, and every morning breeze fell into it, turning into dazzling fountains of pure gold, dark purple, and rose red, bursting out from the center to the outer edges.

Qin Zhibo's eyes were lowered to the limit. The pupils that had almost faded in color before now reflected the color of those light balls.

There was a feeling in his brain that he was familiar with it, but he also felt like there was some deep secret that couldn't be revealed. He couldn't think of what it was for a while.

However, his body was bathed in that luster and he felt a long-lost healing.

Only this is beyond doubt.

So, he mustered up his strength again, using every muscle and cell in his body to push downwards.

Although he can never change the course of the evil Shattuck bird, he can try to jump off the "train" leading to destruction.

This ray of redemption is the only chance.

Even if these light balls are just illusions born from the nameless fog, they will collapse like mirages as soon as they get closer, leaving endless void and darkness.

Then he should try his best.

If you give it a try, you might still have a chance.

If nothing is tried, it is "0", which means nothing.

Qin Zhibo stared at his arm tightly and kept shouting in his heart.

Move!

Move quickly!

Move it!

He tried his best to fight against the force that put shackles on him, but with little success.

Except that the muscle lines on the inner thighs felt tight a few times, there were no more changes.

He still could only maintain the posture of riding the Shantak Bird, and until his strength was exhausted, he could not actively jump off the bike.

Is there no other way?

Are you unable to grasp the only way to salvation?

Just when Qin Zhibo's heart almost fell into despair again, and he could only passively accept this tragic fate, a hand in the void gave him a gentle push.

With this gentle push, Qin Zhibo felt as if his body was blown by a gust of wind, rolling him off the back of the Shantak Bird.

He recognized the black hand.

When I once faced the death threat from Baron Samedi, this hand stretched out from the void and helped me.

That is a power that can rival Baron Samedi, one of Nyarlathotep's countless incarnations.

What exactly is that...
To be continued...