lovenovelstory Chapter 75 You came to the right place! This is the most exciting stage!
Chapter 75 You came to the right place! This is the most exciting stage!
Chapter 75 You came to the right place! This is the most exciting stage!
Three hundred meters.
500 meters.
The path continued deeper into the hills.
The pine forest on both sides grew denser, and the shadows of the trees dappled in the moonlight. He walked slowly, his boots crunching over pebbles and dry pine needles.
The sensory tentacles spread forward.
Light appeared ahead.
It wasn't an electric light, but firelight, orange-red, clustered together in the darkness.
He stopped and stood in the shadows at the edge of the woods.
Before us lies a depression in the valley.
The buildings are arranged in a ring.
A typical rural village.
A two-story house, made of wood or brick, with a pointed roof and a front porch.
Most of the windows were dark, and the glow of a few streetlights appeared blurry in the night fog.
That's perfectly normal.
The only problem is that it's too neat.
The houses are not scattered with the terrain, but arranged in a ring at precise intervals.
Eight main radial lines converge at the center, dividing the village into eight fan-shaped areas.
"This arrangement—I think I heard the Seres people I ate with mention it before. What's the gossip behind it?"
Lucien squinted.
After all, besides Zeng, there were many other Seres who came to Atlanta when he was young.
A pack of stray dogs, having abandoned their homes, brought a bunch of strange things and then settled down in Atlanta.
His old chef was one of them, so although he used to be a dissolute and brainless person, he still knew a bit about all sorts of strange things.
The houses are connected by narrow paths, which crisscross and form clear lines resembling the hexagrams.
A tall object stood in the central open space.
What's even more eye-catching are the four corners.
There is a huge outline in each of the four cardinal directions, with a height of over ten meters.
"Wow, that's impressive."
That's a statue stitched together with Gundam parts.
Hundreds of mechanical arms extend from both sides of the torso, their palms outstretched and pointing in different directions.
The same number of legs are stacked at the bottom, like the legs of a centipede.
The torso is female in shape, with the curves of the protein production apparatus and the connecting parts of the upper and lower torso sculpted by a large amount of flesh and skin, the surface covered with stitches made of thick hemp rope with messy stitches.
The head is male.
The faces were deliberately sculpted into a single mask: broad forehead, deep-set eyes, thin lips, and a calm expression.
Four statues, four identical faces.
Lucien watched for a while.
"Huh? He's still alive?"
Suddenly he noticed something unusual about the statue to the east.
According to the feedback from the power [Extreme Tide], it even has emotions!
That head is still alive.
Moreover, the emotion was also very peculiar; it wasn't pain or fear.
It is the ultimate devotion, pure and fervent, like charcoal burning to white-hot.
"Technically capable."
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Lucien exclaimed sincerely.
After all, even the best of everything from all over the world couldn't come up with something like this.
He left the forest and entered the architecture field.
There is no hiding.
The boots made clear footsteps on the compacted dirt road.
In the nearest building, a shadow passed by behind a second-floor window.
The curtains were drawn tight.
He continued walking.
As we passed the third house, the door opened.
A man stood in the doorway, wearing overalls and a plaid shirt, holding a shotgun.
The gun barrel was raised.
Lucien didn't stop.
He casually waved his right hand.
[Breaking Threshold Demon] activated.
It's not sensory overload, but a violent stretching of a single threshold: the need for sleep.
The man's body froze.
His eyelids grew heavy at a visible speed, his mouth sagged, and his hand holding the gun drooped.
He swayed and fell backward into the house.
The snoring then began.
Lucien didn't turn around.
He walked to the open space in the center of the Bagua formation.
This place is about the size of two basketball courts, and the ground is paved with bluestone slabs.
More than sixty people knelt on the ground, forming three concentric circles.
Everyone faced the center, bowed their heads, placed their hands together in front of their chests, and moved their lips silently.
In the center is a stone platform.
Bone carving artworks stand on the platform.
It is about five meters tall, with a complete central axis as the main axis, and the chest armor skeleton spreads out to both sides like wings.
The head armor is located at the top, the lower part of the sound-emitting device has been removed, and the upper part is left open, forming a posture of eternal shouting.
The bone carving is covered with fine runes, neither English nor Latin.
Lucien didn't recognize him.
He stood on the periphery of the kneeling crowd.
Perception is fully unfolding.
Emotional feedback came flooding in like a tidal wave.
Devotion, focus, numbness, and also—
He frowned.
The quantity is incorrect.
There are fewer than a hundred people kneeling here.
However, there are nearly 10,000 feedback sources.
The vast majority are located underground.
Emotions are much coarser in texture:
Fear, pain, hunger, and the most primal pulse of life, the desire to survive.
He looked down at the ground.
Dark red stains can be faintly seen in the cracks of the bluestone slabs.
"Two-legged sheep? This place is truly amazing."
He said softly.
He turned and left.
Passing through the architectural circle, we re-enter the shadows of the hills.
Moonlight illuminated the rugged, ravine-lined ground.
He walked upstream along a dry riverbed.
The sensor continuously scans the interior of the mountain.
A beehive.
again.
Similar in structure: the entrance is hidden, the interior space is open, and a large number of futures Gundams are imprisoned.
The emotions were as thick as asphalt.
The extreme repression of desires by those who kneel in worship.
Several feedback sources are being extinguished in the extreme despair of death.
The vast majority of them have an extreme desire to survive.
"Hahaha."
Lucien laughed out loud.
The sound echoed through the valley.
"You made the right choice."
He quickened his pace, almost running.
Her light blonde hair fluttered in the wind, and the hem of her suit jacket slapped against her calves.
The hills receded behind us.
The feedback from 【Extreme Wave】 is back.
More than one place.
Two kilometers to the east, in another valley, the broth of emotions boiled even more fiercely, mixed with a great deal of violent aggression and indiscriminate hatred.
Three kilometers to the west, at the entrance of a hidden mine, the only sensation is utter silence, as if all emotions have been drained away by something, leaving only a cold, inhuman void.
To the north, behind the hills, faint, collective, frenzied pulses of pleasure could be heard, short and intense, like the brainwaves of someone having an epileptic seizure.
Further south, closer to the interstate highway, lies a vast and protracted torment and decay, like a slowly rotting river.
Each of these locations is no less large than the Bagua Village we just visited.
At each point, the purity of emotion is astonishingly high. It is not the mixed, contradictory, and often self-defeating emotion of ordinary people in the real world, but an extreme state that has been refined by some extreme environment, with a single direction: extreme repression, extreme venting, extreme despair, and extreme longing.
The hilly area surrounding Salt Lake City, like hollowed-out rotten wood, is filled with these orderly, devout nests that feed on despair.
"Hahaha"
He tilted his head back and laughed loudly at the night sky.
The laughter was manic and unrestrained, carrying the ecstatic joy of discovering a treasure.
With arms outstretched, as if to embrace the entire hillside.
"So diligent! Too diligent!"
The sound faded.
He took a deep breath, his chest heaving.
Her face was still flushed, and her blue eyes shone frighteningly bright in the moonlight.
"Lord."
He said in a low voice, pressing his right hand on the scar on his abdomen.
"Please pay close attention to me."
pause.
His lips slowly parted, forming an almost torn arc.
"Enjoy this ultimate pleasure."