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97. His Whispers (3000) (1/2)(2/2)

It takes so many words to describe it in words.

However, in reality, it takes less than a second.

In countless eyes, emotions called "greed" are flooding.

They squirmed in crowds and began to approach Ao No, wrapping him up.

Unspeakable chaos appears in Aoye's vision, and the scenes you see are no longer darkness and eyeballs.

And it's something completely messy and broken.

The twisted lines and absurd graphics cannot tell which color of light is, it seems to have only a single color, or it seems to have all colors.

Everything is no longer complete.

It seemed as if Aoye’s picture perception system was directly destroyed.

Only the prompts on the panel still appear tenaciously and resolutely.

[Escape from an unnamed "visual control"!]

【Processing... judgment failed!】

This time, even the line of words [Make a judgment...] did not appear in full, and it was directly [Failed to judge], which shows that the other party's inspiration (intellectual) attributes this time were really difficult for Aoye to compete with.

However, from another perspective, it also illustrates the uniqueness of this panel.

Can you still issue a prompt?

It's not like acting on the retina, but more like a prompt that appears directly in the soul.

Now is not the time to consider this.

Since you can only see some weird images, it is better to just abandon vision.

[Warrior!] activate and swing a punch in front of you.

No goals are needed.

Because all over him is His body.

Everything you see is enemies!

"laugh!"

In the incomplete picture, the fist hits a few eyeballs.

A faint sound of fists breaking their eyes was heard, and the juice was splashing sticky and stuck on Aoye's body.

This made his movements that were already slow due to previous pressures, further slowed down.

Aoye keenly realized something was wrong, but he didn't know where it was.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Aoye punches, then closes, then punches, then closes.

Then, not just fists.

Elbows, knees, and legs have all become means of Aoye's attack.

Just because the room left for Aoye around is getting smaller and smaller, they include Aoye like a wave.

Want to completely submerge him.

A suffocation kept coming from Aoye's chest cavity.

My muscles began to be tired and sore, and my spirit began to become depressed.

And it spread rapidly throughout his body.

Even his attack could shatter many eyeballs, and translucent liquid contaminated the whole body.

But, many...

Too many!

So much so that Aoye's struggle was like a drop in the bucket, and he could only watch the chaotic curves approaching him.

wrong!

There must be something wrong!

Aoye noticed this again.

Mika Kishida's call could be heard again in her ears.

"Mr. Aoye! Mr. Aoye!"

Aoye suddenly opened his eyes and saw everything in front of him again.

The eyeball in front of him was still staring at him not far away, cold and greedy, but he did not get close to him and kept a certain distance.

Mika Kishida said happily: "Mr. Aoye, you are finally awake!"

There was worry on his little face.

"Why did you suddenly stand still?"

The battle just now turned out to be just an illusion!

But that fatigue still affected Qingye.

Deeply settled in his body.

Looking at the previous prompt again, Aoye realized that where it was written on it was still "visual control", but...

"Mental control!"

‘Does it work directly in the spiritual realm?’

To be honest, this is the first time Aoye has seen such a strange ability.

If he woke up a little later and died of fatigue in the endless eyeballs, he might not be able to wake up again!

But even so, Aoye was still not afraid of it.

He had a lot of emotions about the indescribable ones, including excitement, joy and desire.

But, never feared!

Eyeball...spirit...control?

Aoye was thinking about the way to break the deadlock.

There seem to be several possibilities to combine the information you currently have...

Just then.

A whisper rang in Aoye's ears.

This does not belong to any known language on Earth.

When ordinary extraordinary people hear it, they will only fall into the abyss of madness.

The only place I said that I might have come into contact with should be the altar at the beginning, and I heard it in a trance.

But for no reason, Aoye understood the meaning of this murmur.

"Human, are you willing..."
Chapter completed!
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