pjbooks Chapter 200 Tombstone
Chapter 200 Tombstone
"Run, run! The prison is big!!"
"Damn, do you think I don't know how to run? Maybe running is the better option!"
Hearing Da Wu's urging in his mind, Lin Fan began to complain.
But the moment he spoke, the air in the entire passage changed with this spiritual power.
It wasn't cold, nor was it hot; it was a weight that couldn't be described by temperature.
It was as if a mountain was pressing down on him.
Lin Fan's body stiffened abruptly.
At the same time, that force crashed directly into the core of his consciousness.
The giant crow let out a sharp screech, and countless tentacles frantically spread out in an attempt to intercept it, but the spiritual force did not confront it head-on at all, but instead bypassed, penetrated, and pierced through it.
Just like water flowing over a sand dune, if you block one direction, it will rush in from all directions.
Lin Fan's vision began to distort.
Ground, stone walls, holy lights...
Everything in his vision was distorted, stretched, and melted.
It's not a hallucination.
It is that perception is being forcibly rewritten by some force.
"Big... crow..."
He tried to speak, but his tongue wouldn't obey him.
Moreover, the giant crow in the spiritual world was also shrinking at a visible speed under the influence of this spiritual force, with its tentacles curling up one after another.
It's like... a squid placed on a hot plate.
They are no match for us.
They are no match at all.
This sudden turn of events sent a chill down Lin Fan's spine.
The last time I sensed this power in the passage, it was only fleeting, and the giant crow was already terrified and huddled up in a ball.
This time, it was aimed at him.
Lin Fan's brain made a decision in a very short time.
We can't fight them. We can't escape them. We can't hold out.
There is only one option.
Having devised a plan, he immediately drew a dagger from his waist without hesitation.
"What are you trying to do?!"
This scene was noticed by Domingo...
"Isn't it obvious? Of course, it's death!"
After saying this, Lin Fan did not hesitate at all. Under Domingo's horrified gaze, he turned around and plunged the dagger into his own neck.
In an instant, blood gushed out.
pain.
Even though I've experienced it several times, it's still incredibly painful.
But Lin Fan's eyes became clear.
The pain dispelled the confusion caused by mental pollution.
The mental force that had invaded his mind lost its host's mental activity in that instant, like punching cotton.
Lin Fan fell backward and crashed heavily onto the stone steps.
Blood was everywhere, and his body was still twitching.
The five cardinals were dumbfounded.
Andreas's mouth gaped open, and the cross slipped from his hands and fell to the ground.
The young bishop was completely stunned, his mind going blank.
This person...committed suicide?
He just committed suicide like that?
Domingo was the first to react.
But his reaction wasn't shock, it was fear.
A fear that seeped into my very bones.
Because he remembered.
The young man who committed suicide in front of us was no ordinary person.
Because the death of this young man would trigger a regional disaster.
Where are they right now?
Beneath the Vatican.
The heart of the Vatican.
The entrance to the iconostasis.
No matter how big the disaster, it will be a catastrophe for them.
"Run!!"
Domingo let out a roar and sprang to his feet, tumbling and crawling.
But as soon as he took a step, the stone steps beneath his feet began to shake.
It wasn't a normal vibration.
It was the kind of earth-shattering, mountain-landing-like event that seemed to originate from deep within the earth's crust.
The cracks started spreading from beneath Lin Fan's corpse, extending outwards along the stone steps.
One by one, the holy lamps on the stone wall shattered, scattering fragments everywhere.
The air in the passageway heated up rapidly.
"Disaster...disaster has been triggered!"
At this moment, Andreas also realized the seriousness of the situation and fled up the steps without hesitation.
The five people ran desperately upwards, the passage shook violently, and rubble fell from above.
The young bishop was hit on the shoulder by a falling rock, staggered and fell, but was pulled up by someone next to him and continued running.
Behind them, around Lin Fan's corpse, cracks appeared in the space itself.
It's not a crack in the stone.
It is a crack in space.
Dark cracks spread outward from the center of the corpse, and the aura emanating from the cracks was exactly the same as the darkness in the icon chamber, flowing into the interior of his body.
……
at the same time,
The familiar darkness descended once more.
Lin Fan returned to that mysterious dark space.
At first, he thought it would be the same as always, a short stay.
However, this time it didn't happen.
In the past, every time he came here, his perception was vague, as if he were looking through a veil.
He could sense something watching him, but he couldn't see it or find it.
But this time, his perception became incredibly clear.
Perhaps it was the resonance generated by the Calamity Body at the entrance of the iconostasis, or perhaps it was some kind of catalyst brought about by the statue's words, "It has already begun."
In short, he was able to see it.
It's not about "seeing," but about perceiving.
In this boundless darkness, he surprisingly developed a sense of direction.
He also sensed the gaze that he always felt, the gaze that was always watching him.
Without hesitation, Lin Fan immediately moved in that direction.
In this space, he has no physical body, only consciousness.
The mode of movement was not walking, but more like a drifting of consciousness.
I don't know how long I drifted.
It could be a second, or it could be a century.
There is no concept of time in this space.
He drifted for an unknown amount of time before finally stopping.
Because he sees different things within a static space.
tombstone.
Rows of black tombstones stand in the darkness.
There is no ground, no sky, and no reference points.
The tombstones floated in the void, arranged without any pattern.
Lin Fan glanced at it briefly and estimated there were at least a hundred.
Moreover, each tombstone is pure black with a smooth surface and no inscriptions.
But each tombstone is engraved with a different symbol.
Some resemble flames, some whirlpools, some split open eyes, and some coiled snakes...
Lin Fan's gaze swept over the symbols.
He didn't recognize some of the symbols at all, but there was one symbol—
He knows him.
One of the tombstones bears a symbol that is a twisted, inwardly collapsing ring.
Calamity.
He didn't know why he recognized the symbol, but he just knew that it represented "calamity".
This kind of understanding is like an instinct from the depths of one's soul.
And as he approached, he felt his calamity body throb, as if it had found its source.
Not far from this tombstone, there is another one.
The symbol on the tombstone is a snake biting its own tail, head to tail, endlessly repeating.
Infinite recombination.
eternal life.
The two tombstones are close together, yet maintain a subtle distance.
Lin Fan stared at the two tombstones, recalling the words of the statue.
"Calamity and immortality... cannot coexist in one container. Unless... it has already begun."
What started?
He wanted to reach out and touch the calamity-stricken tombstone.
However, just as his consciousness was about to touch the surface of the tombstone...
All the tombstones lit up at the same time.
Different symbols emit light of different colors.
Red, blue, gold, black...
Hundreds of lights intertwined in the darkness, like a silent fireworks display.
Amidst these lights, Lin Fan suddenly sensed that familiar aura.
It is deep within a cluster of tombstones not far from him.
That familiar, malevolent source of spiritual power...
Sensing this, Lin Fan instinctively moved in that direction...
Unexpectedly, the moment he moved, a powerful force pulled him back from behind.
It turns out that the talent for infinite recombination is at work.
His physical body was forcibly rebuilt.
The real world is pulling him back.
"No! Give me just one more second—"
But the power to rebuild gave him no chance.
In an instant, his consciousness was forcibly pulled out of this space, and the group of tombstones rapidly receded from his perception.
Lin Fan was so angry that he just wanted to curse.
However, just as he was feeling incredibly regretful, he heard a voice.
The voice only said three words.
"Remember the way."
Then, everything disappeared.