Another World: My life is on the hook!

Chapter 811 Faux pas, hell

Ser Egwene and they all fell silent.

Lynn shook his head, resting his chin, and said with a smile: "I don't know exactly what it is, but it gives me a vague feeling that if falling into hell is a kind of protection, it will Doesn't it mean that the one who protects me is this hell?"

The crowd shook.

No one spoke.

And the surroundings seemed to have become slightly colder.

Lin En patted the dust on his hands and said softly:

"Of course it's not all to prove my conjecture. I was really impulsive at the time. After all, my friend was tortured by my side, but I was safe and sound. It was indeed difficult to maintain my sanity in that situation. , so I appropriately provoked it a few words."

Everyone trembled.

Appropriately...provoked...a few words...

Take the authority of God of Destiny to order hell to carry out what you wrote, and ask hell if you dare...

Can this really be described by the word "proper"...

Lynn stretched his waist, raised his head and said:

"But now that I think about it, I'm really scared. Being watched by that kind of thing, although it didn't do anything, I still feel like I'm really going to collapse, so I thought, even if it really protects Me, I can't get close to it at all, because just looking at it, I almost die."

Ser Egwene's eyes were serious.

He thought again of the diagnosis they'd made when they'd just found him in pieces.

Just like all the powers in his body have failed, he has lost his self-healing ability, his cells have lost their activity, and his consciousness has begun to disintegrate. But in fact, this hell did nothing at all. All the rules are in turmoil.

Even though he clearly possessed such a terrible substitute death doll, it couldn't be triggered.

He frowned and said: "So it's not what you think? This hell didn't protect you, and it didn't..."

"No." Lynn said softly:

"Brother Aiwen, you are wrong, but this incident made me really believe that it is this hell that protects me."

Everyone was startled.

Lin En adjusted the monocle with a smile, and said: "Because it responded to me, Brother Aiwen, you must understand that I was holding the authority of fate and trying to write the fate of this hell, but just When even the authority itself is subject to the suppression and torture of this hell, do you think it is possible for the words I wrote to be effective?"

As soon as these words came out, Ser Egwene's pupils shrank instantly.

In an instant.

Even he felt shuddering.

And looking at Lynn's gentle smiling eyes, he finally realized this crucial point that is most easily overlooked.

Lynn smiled and said: "If I really have nothing to do with this hell, the only ending is that I will immediately die from the backlash of hell because of using my authority, without any turnaround, but it really follows me. I did what I said and wrote, and it really transferred the backlash to me.”

"But why? Why should it care about me?"

Ser Egwene's mouth was open, but no words came out.

But what he said was right...

Yes.

Why?

So this is a round, a gamble he made with his own life to guess at himself, because as long as this hell does not kill him, no matter what choice he makes, it proves that there must be a relationship between him and hell. There is some kind of connection, and if there is some kind of connection, how could the hell kill him?

Thinking of this, even he felt horrified by Lynn's resourcefulness.

he really...

Lynn said softly: "At the same time, this incident also allowed me to confirm some things that have been bothering me all the time, that is, those things that have been wandering around me and interfering with me for a long time. The real identities of those black hands."

The crowd shook.

Lynn raised his head and looked at the sky shrouded in black mist with a smile on his face.

"The pig-headed butcher, the clown who laughs and laughs, the jailer who guards the root, the controller of the authority of the "curse", belongs to this hell itself, and at the same time can partially adjust the mechanism of this hell under certain circumstances. "

"Oh, let me guess a little more."

He tapped on his temple.

The corner of the mouth is slightly curled up to pinch the single eye.

"Is it that chaotic color... pawns?"

hum-

Almost at the moment when he finished speaking, gusts of gloomy wind blew through the entire Night City, and even the surging black mist above the sky seemed to become even darker at that moment up.

Even Ser Egwene and the Brain of the Colossus felt the strangeness.

In an instant.

Almost like a conditioned reflex, the two immediately sheltered Lynn in the center one after the other, and Sir Aiwen held the chip tightly, ready to jump up the rank at all times.

And at the same time, on the high tower in the center of the night city, a dazzling golden light shone in response. A huge twelve-winged phantom coldly covered the sky above them, watching the surging waves in the sky. Unusual black mist.

Accompanied by two huge roars.

The titan's head and the witch god's head fell on Lynn's surroundings like a meteorite, and the crazy and violent aura surged.

"Lynn - you're awake? You've messed with something - something doesn't feel right here -"

The titan head was mad and warlike.

Lin En helped the single eye, stood up from the ground, tilted his head and smiled:

"Ah! It's okay, I just accidentally said some... It seems to be taboo words."

The titan's head frantically exposed its ferocious teeth, like a distorted giant beast, its eyes instantly pierced the black mist surging in the sky, the breath of the whole body surged violently, and let out a low-pitched thunderous sound. General throat.

Anyone who knows him well knows that this is the prelude to his madness.

And in a certain room in Night City.

A thin feather pen also slowly floated up like that, and landed on the blank parchment. The colorful ink seemed to surge with unimaginable power.

The whole city was silent.

All the night doctors in the city held their breath at the same time, feeling the suffocation-like oppression.

But Lin En still stood in the center of the pile of roots, raised his head, and the dark mist was reflected in his smiling eyes, then slowly stretched out his hand, and gently lifted the height towards the whole sky. foot cap, said:

"That's a real faux pas, hell."

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