Volume 13: The Lights in the Sky Are All Enemies Chapter 20 You Should Tell Others’ Stories, Not Mine (Part 1)
'My deeds cannot be recorded on paper.'
concept.
A concept that cannot be described in words burst out from the black hole.
It was as if time had stopped, as if the surrounding space and time had solidified, the black spots gradually spread, like flames spreading and burning around, burning everything around. The players were fine, but the NPCs were horrified to find that all their memories before that had disappeared.
Yes, including the table, the chair, and everything in the bar, anything covered by the black was forcibly deleted from the mind. The table that was just there just now could no longer be imagined, and the things that were clearly right next to him could not be recalled with his brain. Even the two big demons of the Undead Team felt some kind of terrifying power, and deliberately stopped others, with serious expressions on their faces, and cautiously looked at the burning black flames.
"Erasing the relevant concepts..."
Looking at the terrifying scene of everything around him sinking into the void, the big devil narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered:
"He deleted all his information from the universe... All the stories describing him are leftovers and scraps, and all related traces have been erased... Did he do it himself, or did someone else help him do it? Or did he use some special ability?"
"How is this possible?" Looking at the burning data that turned into black mist, the vampire's expression became more gloomy. "He can actually reach here with his tentacles? Starting from the concepts and rules? Does this generation of the Undead Hall have such a level of ability? What are you going to do? Forcefully restore the residue or re-draw out his concepts to simulate his previous state and go back in time?"
"It's a meaningless act. Since he wants to destroy his own data, let him do it..."
Watching the fire and feeling the blank in his memory, the big devil who ate and drank for free shook his head, expressing his disapproval of the reckless action.
It's not impossible to force them down, but it will obviously let them know that someone here will deal with it. Generally speaking, the archives will not care about such files burning inexplicably. It means that some powerful people are dealing with their past black history or embarrassing records. If you intervene, it's probably because they are tired of living.
It is also a good choice to not be exposed now. It is a cautious but safe choice to let the data burn without knowing what the undead director has. As long as you don't try to stop him or tell his real name during the process, his sight will not be projected to such a place. After all, there are so many data to investigate, and it is impossible to manage every data at any time. The enemy is obviously a person who can intervene at the conceptual level, so it is better not to provoke him if there is no need.
As we all know, Holy Light System cross-level battles are common for demons, and they don't want to die inexplicably. So under their careful attention, the spreading black flames burned all the ink and remaining traces, and then gradually shrank, leaving a complete blank and a depression in the space, and then gradually calmed down under the self-repair of the surrounding space. This means that the data has been erased to the final level. At this time, as long as the real name is not mentioned, it basically means that it is safe. The monster that controls the entire world in the void will not cast its sights on this small bar.
However, just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the group of players suddenly made a sound.
"Eh? My player log can't be viewed..."
The remaining flame, which was the size of a bean, suddenly stagnated.
However, no one noticed this slightly strange phenomenon, and the players chatted with each other about their latest discoveries under the devil's desperate gaze.
After all, this was the first time I had seen such an operation. Everyone had seen players record things in their diaries, but who had ever seen a player's diary locked for no reason? This kind of interesting thing must be shared with everyone. So the players soon burst into a heated discussion.
"Really, really. I really can't navigate this game. This game setting is really weird."
"All the entries about the White Knight and Li Lin are crossed out. How interesting. But luckily I was quick enough to take a screenshot just now—"
“…”
Hold.
Before the big devil could curse, the fire that was about to go out suddenly trembled and expanded rapidly.
And this time, before the two demigods could react and use their magic power to suppress it, the flames of nothingness outlined a vague thing like a door frame in the air, and at the same time spit out a symbol like a candy ball floating in the air. An indescribable feeling began to emerge in everyone's heart.
I could feel, I could sense, something unusual was gliding towards me in the subspace. Just like being able to see the distortion above the flames and feel the heat coming towards me, all players and NPCs could feel that unusual texture that they knew even though they couldn't see or touch it. It was like a huge country, as if an entire kingdom of God was speeding towards this place in the subspace.
Everyone's heart gradually began to ring with an ethereal song, and some strange runes and inharmonious notes began to gradually appear in their minds. The surrounding matter began to gradually become alienated and distorted, and wooden products began to turn over and break, gradually showing the appearance of flesh and blood or grass. Elsewhere, elegant and beautiful songs also rang out. Even some ordinary people with low strength had their eyes filled with gray lines like silk, and they were either standing or sitting, and began to gradually chant towards the gate, a wonderful song that could hardly be produced by vocal cords or related organs.
The signs are coming.
Perhaps a long time had passed, or perhaps just a moment had passed, but a question had already sounded in everyone's mind.
'The war has begun. The deeds of my Lord, the name of my Lord, shall not be recorded on paper. Everything that records him shall be burned, and nothing shall remain.'
Where is the one who calls me by my real name?
The darkness continued to surge, like some diving monster gradually rising from underwater.
Looking at the figure slowly emerging in the darkness and the brilliant kingdom behind him, the big devil almost groaned and said his real name.
"The victorious White Knight... the first incarnation of Li Lin from the Undead Hall..."
"Yes."
The holy figure, half of whose body appeared in the void , nodded, and scanned the surroundings with his cross-shaped pupils, with a calm face.
