Stirring his nose, what he smelled was not the smell of gray fog in Nolan's air, but the smell of burning tobacco and engine oil.
Then I saw pedestrians finally appearing on the deserted street, but no matter what they were doing, everyone was smoking in their mouths, spewing yellow smoke into the air.
"No way... Is this good luck or bad luck?"
Jenkins coughed a few times due to the smell of smoke in the air:
"Damn, it must be bad luck."
And just when Jenkins realized that he was inexplicably trapped in the huge dream where the difference engine was located, in the real Sage Church, the believers of the God of Dreams also discovered a problem.
Son William was indeed successfully hypnotized, and indeed entered a state of sleep, but no one could communicate with him in the dream. Everyone originally thought that this was because the Holy Son's spiritual power was too great, and he would instinctively refuse to be disturbed while sleeping.
But further inspection attempts revealed that things don't seem to be that simple. Some panicked people immediately wanted to extinguish the candle and wake Jenkins up. But no matter what they did, the flame of the candle remained motionless. Even if they pressed the flame on the blue candle with their fingers and clamped the wick of the candle with their fingers, it only deformed the flame and could not extinguish the flame.
"Meow?"
The cat on the table noticed the problem, jumped from the table to the ground, and trotted a few steps onto Jenkins. Sniffed at the candle, coughed violently like Jenkins in the dream at the moment.
Turning around, she ran out of the room. A few minutes later, Alexia arrived with Miss Bevanna and two other demigods from the church.
"What happened to Jenkins?"
Miss Bevanna asked about the situation, while the scribe team behind her surrounded the room. While the believers of the God of Dreams were sweating profusely explaining the situation, Alexia came to Jenkins who was half lying on the recliner.
First tried to pull the candle out of his hand, but the blue object wouldn't budge. Lifting her right hand forward, a sky-blue translucent cube appeared in Alexia's hands. As the cube disintegrated into a Rubik's cube, the 9×9×9 cube rotated rapidly in her hand, driving a piece of symbols that only she could understand. Letters and math symbols flashed in her eyes.
"Jenkins should be in that giant dream."
She quickly came to a conclusion.
"Can you wake him up now?"
Miss Bevanna asked quickly, but Alexia regretted that she was not proficient in dreams.
So the demigods of the Church of the Sages looked at the believers of the God of Dreams unkindly. People who were probably less lucky than Jenkins could only express that they would do their best to rescue the Son of the Sages as soon as possible.
Generally speaking, the flow rate of dreams is not the same as the flow rate of time in reality. At the same time that the Church of the Sages caused commotion because of Jenkins' dream, Jenkins had already started wandering around the city of Nolan in the dream world.
This is not a dreamland that belongs to the difference engine alone, but a dreamland composed of many people who smoke tobacco and the difference engine. Relying on its power, the difference machine has taken the greatest initiative in the dream world. This is manifested in the dream world, and many things that do not exist in reality appear in Nolan in the dream world.
The sky is yellowish, as if the clouds have been dyed. The skyline of the city is made up of towering chimneys and black smoke that is constantly blown northward with the wind. On the streets and walls, a more dense network of steam pipes is trying to tie everything together. Buildings are directly connected to each other in the sky by dense slender pipes. No matter which store you look at through the window, you can see a steam engine with a complex mechanical structure inside, which is continuously producing steam, which is transported to the city through the pipes. distance.
The huge roar of the factory can be clearly heard in any corner of the city. The whole city is like a factory that has been started and never stops. Both people and machinery are creating dense fog, both are creating pollution, and both are immersed in this hazy smog-shrouded city.
Looking up towards the direction of the city center, there is no longer a metal black tower, not even the original Nolan Bell Tower, but a palace-like suspended building complex.
The whole body of the palace building is brass-colored, and the exterior lines are all straight, without any curved corners and decorations. From bottom to top, the area decreases layer by layer, until reaching the top, it becomes a complete triangle, which looks like an incomplete pyramid, or a temple built by ancient primitive tribes with masonry structures.
From the current position, one can barely see the operating mechanical structures outside the palace, and can also see the vertical elevators used to transport people and materials from the ground.
The city's underground, the sky, and the steam from the pipes in the streets and alleys are all transported to this brass-colored palace. Dense pipelines enveloped the city like a spider web, sucking up all the energy and enthusiasm in the city.
Higher up is the dim yellow sky. Under the sky, several huge brass-colored metal whales swim along with the dirty yellow clouds. The giant whale is composed of densely packed metal parts, and the gray clouds ejected from the giant whale's vents continue to add to the increasingly choking air. Just outside, Jenkins saw through the hole in the ritual node, just this kind of thing.
Jenkins was stunned by this rather shocking scene, but at the same time he roughly understood that the appearance of the difference engine in his dream was most likely in the brass-colored palace building in the city center.
He tried to get out of the dream, and found that he couldn't do it at all. And because he entered here without any preparation, he didn't have the metal block that sealed the divinity and the potion in his hand.
But it doesn't matter, he is actually the most powerful in his soul state. Without the shackles of that weak body, he can better exert his strength.
Because it is a dream to show the self-portrait, the image at this moment is black hair and black eyes. So, without putting on a black robe to disguise himself, Jenkins walked directly towards the city center.
The God of Lies looked the same when he fought inside the huge brass door of the Difference Engine last time. But Jenkins is very sure that the other party didn't dare to observe his image at that time, so Jenkin's image is completely safe, and no one will know who this face belongs to except chocolate.
He probably guessed the state of the difference engine at this time. Since the other party has not responded for so long after the "outsider" broke into the dream, it shows that the other party is not completely awake in the dream.
There are bound to be sacrifices to get the soul, so that gives Jenkins a chance.
The dream space is different from the real space. Jenkins felt that he just turned a corner at the intersection and saw the bridge across the Westminster River. Then along the road connected to the bridge, after walking less than 100 steps, the block where the Civic Square is located is already in front of you.