MF-novel Chapter 2275 Ideology
Chapter 2275 Ideology
After absorbing a large amount of magic power from Matthew's body, the stone platform beneath him underwent even more astonishing changes.
The originally silent stone platform seemed to be injected with life and began to wake up in a strange way.
The cracks on the surface of the stone platform gradually expanded, as if torn apart by an invisible force, making slight "click" sounds, as if some ancient seal was being broken.
A series of crisp shattering sounds rang out one after another, and the sound was particularly harsh in the silent ruins.
Every shattering sound seemed to strike Matthew's heart, causing his heartbeat to speed up involuntarily.
His breathing became rapid and more sweat oozed from his forehead, slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the stone platform, making a slight "tick-tick" sound.
Matthew looked down and saw fine cracks appearing on the stone platform, which spread rapidly like a spider web.
There was a faint light flickering at the edge of the crack, as if some kind of energy was flowing through the crack.
As the cracks continued to expand, stones began to fall, making dull thumping sounds.
Every falling stone seemed to strike Matthew's heart, making him feel depressed and uneasy.
Every impact seemed to hit Matthew's heart hard, causing his heartbeat to speed up involuntarily.
His breathing became rapid and more sweat appeared on his forehead.
Just when he was about to give up hope, there was a sudden violent vibration from the center of the stone platform.
The vibration was like an earthquake, causing the entire stone chamber to shake. Dust and rubble fell from the stone walls, and a strong smell of dust filled the air.
Matthew's body was shaken to the point of being tottering all over the place, and he could barely keep his balance.
His fingers tightly grasped the edge of the stone platform, trying to steady his body, but the vibration became more and more violent, as if it was going to completely destroy the entire stone chamber.
Suddenly, a huge crack appeared in the center of the stone platform, and a dazzling light shot out from the crack.
The light was as bright as the sun, almost making Matthew unable to open his eyes.
His body was enveloped by the light, as if held up by some invisible force and suspended in mid-air.
The light contained an ancient and powerful power, as if it was a call from ancient times, causing Matthew to feel an inexplicable fear in his heart.
An inexplicable fear surged in Matthew's heart. He felt that his body was being pulled by some force, as if it was about to be torn apart.
His breathing became rapid and more sweat appeared on his forehead.
His fingers weakly grasped at the air, trying to find a little support, but the light seemed to completely isolate him from the outside world. No matter how he struggled, he could not break free from the constraints of that power.
Just when he was about to give up hope, the light suddenly disappeared.
Matthew's body fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud.
His body seemed to be held down by an invisible force, unable to move at all.
But when Matthew fell onto the stone platform, the entire platform collapsed completely at this moment.
The rocks fell one after another, making a deafening roar, and the entire stone chamber seemed to collapse at this moment.
But the strange thing was that Matthew just lay there and did not fall down with the collapse of the stone platform.
His body seemed to be supported by some force, suspended in mid-air.
That feeling made him feel inexplicably at ease, as if an invisible force was protecting him.
At this moment, Matthew couldn't even let his consciousness leave his body, let alone see anything happening below him.
His consciousness seemed to be blocked by some force and he was unable to perceive anything in the outside world.
He only felt warmth underneath his body, as if streams of warm air were constantly blowing up from below.
The heating was very comfortable, and Matthew's tense nerves were relieved at this moment.
His body gradually relaxed and his breathing became steady.
The warm feeling seemed to penetrate into every cell of his body, making him feel an unprecedented comfort.
Soon, I felt sleepy.
This feeling of sleepiness was somewhat unstoppable, even though Matthew was trying his best to control his mind.
His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.
The sleepiness seemed to surge from the depths of his soul, making him unable to resist.
Countless blurry images emerged in his mind.
But his consciousness was still becoming increasingly hazy.
After blinking a few times, Matthew's willpower was completely taken over by sleepiness.
His body gradually relaxed and his breathing became steady and deep.
The sleepiness seemed like some kind of force guiding him, making him unable to resist.
Unable to resist, Matthew soon fell asleep.
In the abyss of sleep, an endless darkness emerged in Matthew's mind.
The darkness was like the chaos before the creation of the universe, boundless and deep enough to be suffocating.
It has no shape, no boundaries, as if even time has lost its meaning here.
Matthew's consciousness floated in the darkness, like a rootless duckweed, pulled by an invisible force, slowly moving in an unknown direction.
That feeling made him feel an inexplicable fear, as if an invisible hand was quietly reaching out to his soul, trying to drag him into a deeper abyss.
His heartbeat was particularly clear in the silence, and every beat seemed to be knocking on his eardrums, reminding him of his existence.
However, this sense of presence made him even more uneasy.
He tried to struggle, trying to break free from this invisible restraint, but his consciousness seemed to be firmly locked by some force and he could not move at all.
He could only allow himself to be drawn by that force and slowly move forward towards the unknown depths.
Just when he was about to give up resistance and let himself be swallowed by the darkness, suddenly, a faint light emerged from the darkness.
The light was just a tiny speck at first, like the farthest star in the night sky, so faint that it was almost unnoticeable.
However, as Matthew's consciousness gradually approached, the light began to expand gradually, as if a seed quietly sprouted and grew in the darkness, and finally bloomed into a dazzling sea of light.
The sea of light was like the sky at dawn, soft and warm, yet carrying an indescribable power.
Matthew's consciousness was enveloped by the light, as if held up by some invisible force and suspended in mid-air.
He felt his body become light, as if it had lost weight. All his fear and uneasiness were dispelled by the light at this moment, and replaced by an unprecedented tranquility and peace.
In that light, Matthew saw countless blurry images.
Those images flashed by as quickly as movie films. Each frame carried some mysterious meaning, yet was so blurry that it was impossible to see clearly.
At this moment, Matthew's consciousness could only passively accept these images and was unable to make any reaction.
He tried to grasp a certain picture, tried to see the content clearly, but those pictures slipped through his fingers like running water, leaving only a faint trace.