Chapter 841

Chapter 70 The Hell of Cognition Part 7

It went too far…

or did it?

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The rain of ice and blood fell like a deluge all around, the air filled with the sand and dust that spread between heaven and earth.

The city walls beneath my feet were collapsing on a massive scale. The majestic stone walls crumbled one by one with deafening cracks, enveloped by spreading frost, turning into vast ruins shimmering with icy blue in an instant.

A fierce wind howled past my ears, as if a violent storm was tearing at me. My cloak, clothes, and even my hair whipped about like sheets of paper caught in the eye of the hurricane, flapping wildly and frantically with a sound like “whoosh whoosh whoosh.”

My vision darkened again amid this scene.

It wasn’t obscured by smoke and blood rain. The sky, originally filled with bloody clouds, suddenly plunged into endless darkness. Black ink-like color, like a monstrous beast with its head pressed down, instantly absorbed all light, leaving only a deep red sun, oozing blood, suspended above the black curtain over my head.

No…

That wasn’t just oozing blood.

That “sun” was truly flowing with blood.

Like pus, a dark red or deep brown liquid poured down from the “sun,” which shone brightly in the endless night, like a waterfall. This scene seemed familiar but appeared even more bizarre. I heard countless nightmare-like strange buzzes in my ears.

As these buzzes continued, the air before me began to distort. The headache in my head instantly turned into dizziness and nausea, as if the entire world was warping and writhing in waves like water. Even the swirling dust, the pouring rain of ice and blood, the towers and buildings within the castle, started to distort…

Ugh.

The intense distortion made me feel very uncomfortable. I couldn’t hold back a groan, suddenly feeling nauseous.

Damn it…

I hate this feeling…

Once the discomfort appeared, I swallowed hard, forcing it down, then bit my tongue hard, not wanting to break the skin, but the pain was enough to keep me awake. I stood steadily in the dark sky above the castle, allowing my cloak and hair to fly behind me. When I raised my head again, the blood-red light, like the “sun,” gradually seeped out from my eyes.

At the same moment, the “sun” hanging higher in the sky began to change, under the hazy distortion as if shrouded in a layer of illusion.

As if torn apart by some terrifying force, a terrible gash suddenly opened up in the center of the “sun” oozing pus-like blood. And what emerged from within the crack was a huge, strange, rotating eyeball, green with dark black.

That was—

In the midst of the storm, I couldn’t help but widen my pupils.

All of this happened in an instant after countless revived tentacles were repelled. At this moment, the meat rain still continued to fall from the sky, and although the dust below was dispersing further away, the air I inhaled was still somewhat suffocating. I could also sense that many more tentacles, which had not been affected by the frost power, were still wriggling densely in the darkness.

They wouldn’t be deterred by this; they were always ready to launch another fierce attack…

But these things no longer captured my attention.

I stared unblinkingly at that thing high above, which felt several times more dangerous than the tentacles.

That thing was no longer a sun…

In less than a second, it had transformed into a horrifying eyeball.

Hanging in the dark night sky, oozing eerie blood, a bald eyeball.

As the gap in the center of the eyeball continued to widen, it looked like a cat’s

With emerald green eyes as dark as ink, and strangely eerie vertical pupils, now fully revealed, as if just awakened, contracting wildly and turning aimlessly several times, the gaze of that eye finally settled on my position.

“Hah…”

This eye contact made every hair on my body stand up instantly. An odd tingling sensation climbed from my spine to my scalp, spreading throughout my body. My heart was filled with an indescribable excitement, and a smile involuntarily formed on my lips.

You…

are the source of this “illusion,” aren’t you?

It’s not the power of the goddess’s divine body…

What exactly are you?

“Buzzing buzzing buzzing…”

The ringing in my ears intensified. Since that strange eye fixed its gaze on me, I seemed to have lost all awareness of the outside world. Tentacles, blood-red hues, collapsing city walls, and the vanished female swordsman—none of these things seemed to concern me anymore. It was as if everything had been completely excluded from my consciousness, leaving only me and the eye looking down at me from above.

My head felt like it was about to explode…

Remarkable…

remarkable ability…

“Gidearls…”

I clenched my teeth, making them grind together.

There was no doubt about it; this was the power of Gidearls…

But it wasn’t the power of the bountiful mother goddess or the goddess of sin…

Danaelcis, the god of wisdom, an ancient deity…

And other miscellaneous things…

“You, ghostly thing, which one of them are you…”

It didn’t matter which one it was…

Come then.

Since you provoked me, prepare to offer your strength to me…

Let’s…

see whose “illusion” is more powerful.

Whoosh—

“Ka!”

With a hoarse cry, the sound of flapping wings suddenly echoed by my ear. Without needing to turn my head to confirm, I knew it was the “Second Goat Cheese” created by my endless abyssal form-shaping ability.

Its appearance, combined with the fact that I could still use order powers freely, confirmed one thing for me: the so-called transformation rules of this illusion were not entirely controlled by the will of the one casting the illusion. This illusion might share a common origin with “Annihilation,” but their natures were completely opposite.

Here, most changes depended on the cognitive thoughts of the one entering the illusion.

From the moment the female swordsman heard me say, “There are changes here,” and suddenly realized something had changed, I had already guessed. Now, I could truly confirm: anything I genuinely believed could exist or happen would likely occur within this illusion, such as those vascular tentacles.

On the contrary…

If I genuinely believed I could do something, I would be able to do it, unaffected by the illusion…

Like all my strength.

It couldn’t weaken or completely erase the strength of someone within the illusion like a fully cast “Annihilation.”

Or perhaps—

The caster’s ability was simply insufficient to affect my strength.

And I…

might be able to overpower the other side through brute force in this illusion.

My mind raced quickly. At the same time, the large black bird that suddenly appeared on my shoulder from the rising black mist spread its wings, tilting its head to meet the red eye floating above it.

Then it emitted light.

Just like that…

Ignore the dizziness and headache…

Ignore the constant demonic whispers trying to disturb my mind…

Let’s give it a try.

“… Annihilation.”