Moon Trace Lorrian roared angrily, and all the prying eyeballs that had infiltrated the sickroom retreated en masse, no longer daring to peer into the depths of Yi Chen’s body, let alone his soul, where they even felt fear. Even the pilgrim’s obsession that resided within the eyeballs was shaken.
Lorrian continued to hold the female doctor in his arms, lying back on the sickbed.
He ultimately did not interfere in the battle, mainly because he considered that the current location of the incident might be very close to the ‘real passage.’ If he made a move, he very likely could be perceived by the real Watchers.
Lorrian sensed the approach of two other auras, through the window and through his own right half that he had installed on Yi Chen.
The Monastery built amidst the mountains by the semblance of over a thousand Pilgrim eyeballs through visual mimicry revealed its true form at this moment.
He put on his coat with its hood, a woven face mask, and adjusted 80% of the “Gentleman’s Skin” to concentrate on his head to guard against the visual illusions and Spiritual Shock that might come at any moment.
gun in his left hand,
his gaze locked onto the last Pilgrim that was gathering.
The vortex on the ground wasn’t just sucking in eyeballs; it also devoured the flowing grey matter of the Grey Zone surrounding it… this vortex gradually turned yellow in the process.
Until it had drained all the grey matter in the cave.
Within the swirl, a loose yellow robe without buttons and open at the front slowly emerged,
stuffed with dense pathological gray matter that kept spilling out from the hood, sleeves, and seams of the robe.
the grey matter began to coalesce and solidify into a fixed form, shaping into a humanoid grey-white body whose fingers and feet started to move adaptively.
Under the hood, the face had no features, just a vertical slit down the center.
As the slit started to open left and right,
the Big Eye, like a star system, that was just seen in the vortex appeared again,
and as the main eye opened, more densely packed human eye structures emerged on the parts of the body that were exposed, each eyeball independent.
With the full body eyeballs rotating and blinking, the being slowly levitated and assumed a meditative pose in midair.
one palm facing down,
while assuming such a gesture, a framework began to faintly take shape above its head, though the interior was not yet filled with liquid and was in a critical state of about to Open Source.
At the same time, ancient characters woven by maggots also slowly appeared between Yi Chen’s retinas.
[Yellow Eyes – Ruidento (Open Source critical, has peeked at most of the Old World Knowledge, lacking the opportunity)]
Just as Yi Chen identified the other’s name, a discomfort and irresistible feeling came over him.
Even though Yi Chen closed his eyes immediately,
even though he covered his vision with both hands as soon as possible,
even though he tried to wrap and bind his eyeballs with plant roots growing from his brain to socket,
Yi Chen’s eyeballs, as if granted autonomy, actively peeled away, suspended like tadpole-like objects, swiftly drifting towards the Eye Collector – Ruidento.
The fact of ‘eyeball belonging’ was stripped away; this was the advanced embodiment of the Gathering Eye Disease.
It was the inevitable price to pay when facing Ruidento unless one had superior control over their eyeballs.
With the eyeballs stripped away and the sockets empty, Yi Chen, plunged into darkness, did not feel lost; he still readied himself for combat.
In the center of his brain, a unique eye was still open, the eye from Little Grape continued to provide visual capabilities.
Ruidento, floating in the air, aimed one of his palms towards Yi Chen’s body, and the eye in his palm gave a ‘glare.’
Little Grape suddenly transmitted a warning into his brain, “William! Dodge!”
There was no process,
no physical transfer,
just a faint sense of approaching danger,
and Yi Chen instinctively rolled to the left at the first opportunity,
yet as he rolled to his feet, he felt an intense sensation from his left arm and, turning his head, saw his entire arm was nearly twisted into a braid, the gun hanging within the coiled-up fingers.
He had been affected just by a stare.
As an eyeball ability user, Little Grape immediately explained, “This guy has stopped using the Illusion Pupil Technique and is now using all his Pupil Skills for real-world destruction… This is almost at the level of Open Source.
He probably just needs to kill us to achieve Open Source instantly.”
Yi Chen covered his face with one hand, revealing an expression of helpless amusement.
“I had just concentrated the ‘Gentleman’s Skin’ on my head to boost my spiritual defenses, and he immediately changed his attack mode, no longer using illusions or spiritual influence.
I’m completely seen through~ At this rate, there’s only a dead end. It’s come to this.”
Yi Chen looked up and opened his mouth,
and the unique Black Umbilical Cord spilled out.
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