Whisperers.
Angor once read about them in a book. According to the book, they were a group of believers who sacrificed their minds to an ancient god in order to gain a mysterious power. They could whisper into people's ears and drive them insane.
Back then, Angor complained that the whispers were nothing more than blabbering and nagging. Anyone would feel annoyed if they heard such things. If it was the brainwashing religious prattle, it would probably drive people crazy if it lasted for too long.
Therefore, Angor did not believe that the whispers could be a powerful force.
Until now.
He felt like his head was about to explode. All kinds of strange whispers reached his ears. Not only did they annoy him, but they also made him feel dizzy. Countless colors filled with evil thoughts floated in front of his eyes. The grayish-white color mixed with brain matter, the blackish-red color of dried blood, the oily yellow color of corpse fat, the green color of crushed internal organs … As he muttered, these colors became even darker, and even brought along an oppressive and horrifying scene that continuously flashed before his eyes.
Angor did not know if it was because of the Whisperers, but he was sure that the whispers were driving him crazy.
It was all because of the statue in the center.
When he looked up, he saw the statue in the center of the room slowly moving. Crack! Crack! The wings of the statue slowly spread out.
As the statue moved, Angor heard the whispers.
The whispers seemed to be coming from a faraway, rotten world. He could not hear them clearly, but they were still driving him crazy.
Angor did not know what the whispers meant, but the power that almost swept through his spirit sea made him feel like he was staring into an abyss.
The end of the whisper was actually an abrupt end.
Angor was still crouching on the ground, holding his head and yelling in a hoarse voice. But in the next second, the whispers stopped altogether.
Angor panted. He was still trying to figure out the reason, but when he saw the statue in the center, he was surprised. Many of his questions were answered.
The whispers did not stop for no reason. When the statue fully opened its wings, the whispers stopped. It was as if the whispers only existed to praise the statue.
The statue's real body was a demon with a tail.
Angor did not recognize the demon at first. But when he saw the hooked tail behind the demon, which was covered with books, he suddenly remembered a great being from the abyss.
The Scholar of Cruelty!
This was the Great Demon God that even human adepts admired for his vast knowledge!
And the statue in the middle was the Great Demonic God!
Still, he knew that Scholar of Cruelty was the creator of Runes, and Void Colossus also had Scholar of Cruelty's work, so it made sense that Scholar of Cruelty's statue would appear here.
The only thing he didn't understand was why the statue moved when he was about to leave the hall.
Could it be that his previous guess was wrong? That there was also a mechanism here, and it was this statue of the Demon God?
Just like the gargoyles raised by some demons, as long as a certain condition was met, the stone statue-like gargoyles would turn into living creatures and attack all outsiders?
He didn't know what was going on, but he was sure that no matter what the statue was, it was not something he could handle with such a terrifying aura.
His mind raced as he tried to think of a way to save himself.
The statue in the center suddenly spoke, and a strange voice reached Angor's ears.
"Human."
Before Angor could react, he found himself no longer in the underground hall. Instead, he found himself in a dark, chaotic space, where a dim yellow light shone, revealing the Scholar of Cruelty's figure.
When Angor looked up, the Scholar of Cruelty also opened its eyes.
Angor's pupils shrank when he saw the pair of eyes. They were the same eyes he saw when he was messing around at the entrance.
The eyes were filled with wisdom, indifference, and a bloody aura that seemed to have seen through everything in the world.
So the eyes he saw before belonged to the Scholar of Cruelty as well?
The eyes he saw before were behind Runes, and Runes were closely related to the Scholar of Cruelty. So … this statue was not a statue, but an extension of the Scholar of Cruelty's will?
"Human, tell me. What secrets do you hide in your soul? "The voice was not in any language, but it directly reached Angor's mind.
At first, Angor did not know whether this was the Scholar of Cruelty's will or some kind of disguise.
But when the question was asked, he finally regained his senses.
"What secrets do I hide in my soul?" Angor was surprised. Was it referring to the itch on his back when the Scholar of Cruelty almost saw through his mind?
"I don't know," Angor answered without thinking.
He wasn't lying. He had no idea what happened to his soul either. It seemed that every person who tried to examine his soul would encounter some kind of accident.
"Accidents happen to those who try to examine your soul?"
Angor looked up and focused all his thoughts on the pair of eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.
You can read minds? Angor muttered in his mind.
The Scholar of Cruelty did not speak, but his eyes said it all.
He forced himself to clear his mind and tried his best not to think too much. But the Scholar of Cruelty did not seem to mind. He only looked at Angor quietly. Just like before, Angor felt that the Scholar of Cruelty could see through him from head to toe.
"A frail body, but there are some interesting things about it … Your arm has a lot of research value." Every time the man spoke, he would whisper something in a low voice, which made Angor feel uncomfortable and gave birth to all kinds of thoughts in his mind. And those thoughts were all guided by the Scholar of Cruelty.
In other words, even if Angor did not speak, the Scholar of Cruelty could still see through him through some strange means.
Angor was almost certain that the Scholar of Cruelty's consciousness was an extension of the Scholar of Cruelty's will.
Angor once heard that the consciousness of a demon god could spread across countless planes. The leader of the Abyss Alchemy Guild he saw in Floating Mech City was probably a projection of the Abyss Lord's consciousness.
Angor wondered if this was the Scholar of Cruelty's main consciousness or a part of it.
"Human, as a scholar who pursues knowledge and research, I will not trample on my own consciousness like other demon gods." The Scholar of Cruelty sounded more serious than usual.
So the statue was the Scholar of Cruelty's main consciousness? Angor wondered. But he did not get a reply.
After a moment of silence, the Scholar of Cruelty spoke again, "Let me see what secrets are hiding in your soul."
Angor could tell that the Scholar of Cruelty did not see through Angor's soul when they were in the tunnel.
Maybe the Scholar of Cruelty sent his consciousness to the statue in the hall because he failed to see through Angor's soul before and decided to do it again.
The Scholar of Cruelty sensed Angor's thoughts and snorted in response.
After that, Angor felt the Scholar of Cruelty's gaze entering his soul space.
Angor did not know what happened next, but he felt the itch in his soul again. This time, it was projected onto his body.
A green tattoo slowly appeared on the statue's back and slowly grew.
It looked like a green vine growing out of the statue's back. One meter, two meters … five meters … ten meters.
Before Angor could react, the green vine had already reached the statue.
Angor did not feel anything, but the Scholar of Cruelty sensed a terrifying aura coming from the green vine.
With a flash of green light, Angor could no longer feel the prying in his soul space. The foreign power quickly withdrew from his body.
At the same time, the green vine on Angor's back suddenly shattered.
Angor was startled. He thought the Scholar of Cruelty was the one who broke the vine.
However, the green vine was actually a green tattoo. When it shattered, it turned into countless green runes that slowly circled around Angor's body.
Angor did not know what to do. But soon, he noticed something strange.
When the green runes surrounded him, he looked at the Cruel Scholar in the distance, and the feeling of being spied on disappeared.
Many thoughts flashed through Angor's mind, but the Scholar of Cruelty did not seem to notice them.
So, the green tattoo meant "shielding"?
As Angor thought about it, the green tattoos around him slowly disappeared. Only one green tattoo remained. Instead of disappearing, it merged with Angor's right hand.
Angor looked at the new tattoo on his right hand and wondered if he was lucky or not.
He got a new tattoo.
The meaning of this green pattern should be the same as the other patterns, having multiple meanings. However, if it was really a "shield", it would be very useful.
Angor only thought about it for a moment before he looked at the Scholar of Cruelty's statue again.
Speaking of which, Angor had been in the darkness for a long time.
However, after the green light flashed, the Scholar of Cruelty withdrew his prying gaze from his soul and returned to the hall from the chaos of darkness.
The Scholar of Cruelty's statue in the center of the hall looked calm. His eyebrows were lowered and he did not move at all.
However, Angor could not see the Scholar of Cruelty's eyes, which were filled with shock and … fear.
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