There was heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and the cold wind from the northern frigid zone carried the same cold rain and splashed on the steeple of the castle. On this day, the most prestigious and oldest people in Kant Land had a dream in unison. They dreamed Time seemed to go back thirty years ago, back to that same rainy night, their young, strong, just and benevolent lord was driving back to the town in a carriage, and not far in front of the carriage was Kant Castle. The tall and majestic outer walls and towers are all shrouded in the mist and night caused by the rain. The carriage is galloping on the endless road, like a dream that cannot wake up.
Gawain walked in the deep and long underground corridor, which led to the north tower of the castle. The soldiers who were supposed to guard this corridor fell to their posts. They still had breath, but their spirits had gone Being stripped from this world and entering a dream that is difficult to wake up, at the same time, this dream is also freed from the shackles of illusion, it extends its tentacles to the real world, leaving itself in the real world formed by matter Distorted projection.
Mottled stone walls are covered with moss, and the moss peels off continuously, revealing the decayed and deformed wall below. The time and space logic inside the corridor seems to lose its regularity at this moment. The scenes in the dream and the real world are in the same space. The positions are alternately staged, and the magic spar lamps embedded on the walls also flicker, reflecting the ancient oil paintings between the lamps in a eerie and strange way.
Boom!
A thunderous thunder pierced the sky, and the completely enclosed underground corridor with a thick ceiling was actually illuminated like daylight by the lightning. Huge cracks appeared in the dark ceiling at some point, and between the cracked stones, A dark sky could be seen from which torrential rain poured down.
Gawain looked up, and through the ceiling of the corridor, he could vaguely see that the entire upper half of the North Tower was floating in pieces in the sky. Those broken boulders and roofs seemed to be floating in the rainy night without gravity, blowing away with the howling wind. They kept spinning, and pieces of broken bricks and rubble were scattered between the collisions.
He ignored all of this, and walked straight through the wind and rain-filled promenade, and the inconstant rain sprinkled on his body, sometimes making him drenched, and sometimes disappearing. Every observation showed different results.
The heavy oak door finally appeared in front of him, just like the one he saw in the dream before. Gawain stretched out his hand, but before his fingers touched the door, a shadow beside the door suddenly squirmed, and Amber's figure condensed into shape. : "Hey! Gao Wen, you are here!"
Gawain looked at Amber: "Did you find the lantern?"
"I just touched here, and I can already feel obvious fluctuations in magic power, but no matter how hard I try, I still can't open this door!" Amber's tone sounded extremely depressed, obviously she was full of confidence before, but as a A thief's inability to open an antique wooden door severely hit her confidence.
"Can't open the door?" Gawain frowned. He looked back at the direction he came from, and found that the strange corridor had regained its stability at this moment. The damaged walls and roof had been closed again. There was no mottled moss or collapsed bricks in the wind and rain, and the oak door at the end of the corridor was in a solid and complete state. Although it was old, it was tightly closed.
Gao Wen looked at Amber: "When you were here, did you see the rain in the corridor?"
The half-elf looked blank: "Rain? How could it be raining in the corridor?"
"It seems that you are still in the dream," Gao Wen understood clearly, "The door in the dream is sealed, and you can't open it no matter what."
While talking, he looked towards the oak door, then closed his eyes slightly, recalling in his heart the knowledge and power he had acquired from the mind fragments of the Eternal Sleeper cultists: "Only when you open this door in the real world, can you Only then can we see the real appearance of this castle."
He opened his eyes again, the cold wind and rain howling in the corridor, the dark stone ceiling was covered with a series of cracked gaps, moss covered all the walls, and the oak door showed an old mottled, It looked like it was in disrepair.
With a slight push, the door opened.
Amber's eyes widened the moment the oak door was pushed open: she finally saw the same thing as Gawain's vision.
The half-elf lady exclaimed: "This...how did it break down like this all of a sudden?!"
Gao Wen shook his head: "Because it hasn't been repaired for thirty years."
Then he walked in front, and together with Amber walked into this place where the illusion was maintained.
The cellar space behind the oak gate is still well preserved, and the high tower building on the upper floor shelters the torrential rain from the sky, and the noisy sounds around are gone at once, and the whole world seems to be quiet.
In the hazy and dark space, the light of the lantern suddenly lit up, and the warm and gentle radiance dispelled the darkness. Within the range of light, a female figure in a long white dress was emerging.
Behind her was the stone pavilion that Gawain had seen in the dream before, and a large number of stone pillars that were the same as in the dream supported the entire cellar, and countless shimmering runes shone on each stone pillar. .
"Mrs. Lilith Kant," Gao Wen looked at the other party quietly, "It's time to wake up from the dream."
"My lord duke, you shouldn't have come to this place." Lilith's eyes were full of sadness, "It would be nice if you acted like nothing happened."
Gawain shook his head slightly: "But it has already happened, you are indulging in this dream, you are just deceiving yourself and others. What the Eternal Sleepers gave you is not a good medicine at all, you should be very clear, they are just borrowing your hand to draw strength , what they gave you was just an illusion."
"But I am willing to believe it, it is true!" Lilith Kant's emotions suddenly became agitated, "I am almost successful, I have succeeded! As long as you don't come, as long as I keep hypnotizing myself, I will … I will…”
Gawain loudly interrupted the woman who had fallen into madness thirty years ago: "You will never succeed, because the dream power given to you by the eternal sleepers has congenital defects. The dreamers themselves are always awake! This is also the case of those eternal sleepers A birth defect that I can't fix myself!"
Lilith Kant's expression froze for a moment: "Why... would you know?"
"Because I devoured an eternal sleeper and got his knowledge and memory."
The figure of Lilith Kant swayed uncontrollably: "So... you will realize the truth here?"
"No," Gawain shook his head, "Although I got the memory of the eternal sleeper, I was indeed deceived by this 'real dream' when I first came here. It's a pity that you left too many loopholes. To realize the truth little by little.
"There are many old books in Victor Kant's study, and the latest book was collected thirty years ago;
"Regarding the accident thirty years ago, both the people on the territory and the people in the castle have vague memories, and regarding the 'Viscountess', the two groups of people have completely different cognitions;
"Viscount Kant seems to be the person in charge of the entire castle, but every time he comes to matters involving you, he shows obvious slowness and confusion. This is because you are worried that he realizes that he is only living in a dream. He set a tight thought lock;
"But the biggest loophole is not these, but the lantern in your hand. I am afraid that no one in this world knows its origin, but I know it. That lantern was given to someone as a gift by me seven hundred years ago. It is a friend, and its function is to allow the "dream weaver" to maintain himself and find a way in the controllable dream world, in other words, the person holding the lantern is the one who really controls the dream!"
Amber, who had been standing beside her for a long time, finally understood the whole thing. She opened her mouth wide and pointed at Lilith Kant who was not far away: "So...so thirty years ago..."
"Yes, the Viscount Kant and Master Belm thirty years ago were actually dead. They died on the spot when the carriage fell into the mountain stream, and the Viscount who was known by the world to be mad and died of drinking poison on the fourth day The lady is the one who survived. This dream was not created by Viscount Kant to recall his lover, on the contrary, it was the Viscountess who accepted the power of the Eternal Sleeper, reshaped her husband in the dream and even let her husband be in the dream. I have been the lord of this dream castle for 30 years, and I have governed the territory for 30 years!"
"He manages the territory well! He manages the castle well! Even if this is a dream, why can't this dream last!" Lilith Kant's voice suddenly became sharp, her beautiful His face was quickly filled with hatred and madness, and the lantern emitting a soft halo suddenly shrouded in a lavender light reminiscent of starlight. The power provided by the Eternal Sleeper allowed this woman to maintain her youth for thirty years. Not old, but now it's finally time for the cult spell to ask for the price. One second, she was still in control of the lantern, but the next second, she has become the lamp's slave, "Why did you come to destroy all this! Why did you come Wake up the sleeping ones! If you don't come... if you don't come...everything will be fine!!"
A huge and distorted black shadow formed behind the Viscountess, with dots of starlight shining in the shadow, it suddenly condensed a sharp claw from the illusion, piercing Gawain's chest with a howl, and the shadow spread The coming voice overlapped with Lilith Kant's voice: "What good will it do you to destroy all this!?"
Gawain raised his hand, and the long sword of the pioneers was already in front of the claws of chaos: "You have used thousands of lives to maintain all this, and it is about to threaten everyone in this entire land , so destroying it is in my greatest interest!"
At the same time, in the ruins behind the main building of the castle, Knight Philip's long sword was raised high, and then he slashed down with all his strength.
The castle was making a terrible sound behind him. A low rumbling sound was constantly coming from the direction of the north tower. Although the main body of the castle was still intact and stable, the entire north tower was gradually falling apart in the night sky, turning into fragments and floating in the air. Under the dark night, and there are constantly huge bricks and roofs disintegrating and disappearing in the squall.
But Knight Philip didn't care about the changes behind him at all. He faithfully carried out Gawain's order, and after using his ability to detect evil to find the focus of the profane aura, he began to excavate the collapsed ruins. He easily blew away the decayed and fragile stable ruins and flagstone floors, and finally, a hidden entrance appeared before his eyes.