The moonlight that should not have appeared shined into the dark and sunken plain. In the center of the world that had long since ended, the upper-level narrators lay prone on the spiral hills, their divine joints still clinging tightly to those A mountain rock condensed from historical fragments, the clear moonlight covers this divine creature like a veil, and the bright moon hangs high above the hill.
Gawain raised his head and looked at the huge spider.
He seemed to have died chasing the moonlight.
Of course, what he was chasing couldn't be the moonlight. This sandbox world doesn't have a "moon" just like the reality outside, but the posture of him clinging to the hillside to die... really seems to be chasing something.
Magnum raised his head, the limbs of the upper narrator blocked the moonlight, casting a huge shadow around him, the irritable red-haired bishop narrowed his eyes slightly: "Cough... it's really spectacular..."
"We have come to the real side of this world...but what should we do next?" Yuri couldn't help asking, "The upper-level narrator is dead, should we kill him again after resurrecting him?"
"His body is indeed here, but think of the 'veil' that deceived us all, think of those spiders that attacked us," Gawain said unhurriedly, "the life and death of a god is a matter of far greater importance than The complex concept of mortals, he may be dead, but in a certain dimension, a certain level, his influence is still alive... "
Gao Wen was very vague because he was not sure about some things, but he did have some guesses about the "life and death of the gods" - the gods in the real world have also "died", and the battle records of the God-killing Fleet And the corpses of gods in the deep sea and in rebellious fortresses can’t be faked, but the gods still return again and again, answering the prayers of believers again and again, which is enough to illustrate one thing:
Even if a god is dead and the body is right in front of your eyes, he is still alive in some way.
Selena also raised her head, cautiously observing the huge spider carcass, frowning slightly: "He seemed to be protecting something before he died."
Gawain looked up following Selena's line of sight, and he saw that there were extraordinarily thick spider webs entangled between the limbs of the upper narrator, and there seemed to be something vaguely present between the gaps in the spider webs.
It seems to be several "cocoons" made of spider silk.
The upper-level narrator seems to be protecting those "cocoons", and part of the joints are tightly contracted under the body.
"It is indeed protecting something..." Gao Wen frowned, and walked forward, "Perhaps those things protected by him are the key."
However, just as he was walking towards the spiral hill, an invisible wind suddenly blew across the barren plain, amidst the dust and debris blown up by the wind, Gawain and the others subconsciously stopped, waiting until this time The gust of wind subsided, and a figure stood not far in front of him at some point.
It was an old man in an old robe, tall and tall, with white beard and hair, holding a dilapidated lantern that seemed to have been used for a long time in his hand.
Duarte, who claims to be the Priest of the High Narrator.
The expressions of Yuri and Magnum became serious in an instant, and at the same time they noticed that the white-haired girl named "Naritel" didn't seem to be beside the old man on the ground at the moment.
Duarte came out of the wind, and his eyes fell on Gao Wen immediately.
"I'm surprised," he said looking at Gawain, his voice was no longer as kind and friendly as it was at the beginning, but had a sharp hoarse tremor, as if his throat had long been rotten, and his voice came from fragmented flesh and blood Come out generally, "I have never seen an individual like you... The information you brought almost polluted the entire story."
Gao Wen didn't make any response, he just took a step forward, and a long sword with dark red in black suddenly appeared in his hand, and he took another step forward, and he put on this body to fight seven hundred years ago The heavy armor once worn on the battlefield.
"Also, this way of 'talking' is more direct."
The shabby-clothed Duarte calmly looked at Gawain who drew his sword and stepped forward without saying a word, said in a calm tone, and then threw away the lantern in his hand calmly.
The fire in the lantern was extinguished in an instant, but at the moment when the fire was extinguished, countless rising shadows suddenly escaped from Duarte's old body. It turned into a huge spider composed of ash, smoke, shadow and dark red patterns, exactly the same as the dead upper narrator on the spiral hill!
A strange roar sounded from the smoke, and the black spider covered with divine patterns raised a jointed limb, blocking the fiery long sword in Gawain's hand, sparks scattered and burst between the blade and the jointed limb, and Duarte was no longer alive. A human-like voice came from inside the spider: "It's a pity that your blade, which originated from reality, can't defeat endless nightmares..."
Gawain held the long sword tightly, and calmly looked at the dark red eyes shining in the smoke, a little illusory glimmer spread on his blade: "What a coincidence, I am also somewhat proficient in dreams. …”
Illusory flames rose from the surface of the Pioneer Sword, and the spider limbs that seemed indestructible just a moment ago were instantly cut into two pieces. The huge body of "Duwart" moved sideways in an inconceivably flexible way, avoiding the high Wen's next attack, and let out a series of chaotic and inexplicable roars.
Gawain turned his wrist, and the long sword drew a semicircle beside him, and he held the sword up again in the next second, and asked at the same time, "Are you the upper-level narrator? Or his incarnation? Projection
"What is that girl named Naritil
"The god is dead... then where does the lingering breath come from?"
Facing Gawain's storm-like attack, the spider-like "Duwart" kept dodging and counterattacking, while whispering with muddy noise: "Outsider... you have a lot of problems...
"Unfortunately, there are no answers in the nightmare!"
A layer of thick fog suddenly descended on the plain, and the thick fog blocked everyone's senses in an instant. In the darkness, only phantoms like giant spiders could be seen moving quickly in the fog. Yuri opened his hands, constantly Outlining the golden runes strengthens everyone's minds, while Magnum sets off a powerful spiritual storm, constantly dispelling the spiritual pollution that is approaching, Selena holds a lantern, and watches the changes in the fog vigilantly. In the direction of Gao Wen.
Gawain held the long sword tightly in one hand, his eyes slowly swept across the thick fog in front of him, a huge phantom spider flashed in front of him, but he just calmly stepped back half a step, and said without looking back: "You Here, Magnum, you return to the real world."
…
Deep in the underground palace of the headquarters of the Eternal Sleepers, the containment area on the ground floor was silent, as if the entire palace had been shrouded in a deep sleep.
In a separate containment room close to the assembly hall on the ground floor, "Spiritual Song" Wendy, who has a soft face and a quiet temperament, is sitting quietly on her bed, watching a nearly transparent white spider that came from nowhere. , watching it work hard in the corner, watching it running around on the ground.
Wendy's face was calm and her eyes were as silent as water. It seemed that she had been staring like this for a century, and she planned to continue staring like this.
Suddenly, she blinked and raised her head as if awakened from a dream.
On the opposite side of the bed, the siren runes carved with magic materials are quietly emitting a faint light, emitting a strange power that makes one's mind clear and sharp.
Wendy frowned suddenly.
Spiders... Why are there spiders in a containment area with a strict containment and cleaning regime
The archbishop stood up and subconsciously came to the spider that was spinning a web in the corner of the wall. The latter was disturbed by her. His long legs danced quickly, and he quickly climbed up the wall. Disappeared in front of Wendy.
Wendy's expression instantly became serious.
She walked quickly to the iron door and slapped on the door twice: "Mr. Guard, how is the situation outside?"
After a delay of one or two seconds, a muffled voice of a spirit knight came from outside the door: "Everything is normal outside, Archbishop Wendy."
Wendy frowned, and quietly opened the spiritual vision. In the hazy vision brought by the spiritual vision, through the heavy metal door, she saw the spirit knight wearing a heavy helmet and armor standing in the corridor outside. guard.
Although she is not a person who is good at fighting, Wendy can be regarded as a priest at the archbishop level. These protective doors and walls in the containment area cannot completely block her prying eyes.
"Mr. Guard," Wendy said in a soft voice with a bit of strength while watching the figure in the corridor outside the door with a slight light in her eyes, "Is everything really normal outside?"
"Everything is normal outside, Archbishop Wendy."
The guard in the heavy armor spoke in a muffled voice, but in Wendy's mind vision, she clearly saw that the other party slowly raised his right hand, with his palm placed horizontally in front of his chest, with the palm facing down!
Pollution from upper storytellers? ! when? !
Wendy, who thought she was the first "spiritual song" to be contained after being polluted by the upper-level narrator, suddenly widened her eyes, and vaguely realized that everyone had been deceived by some kind of illusion. On the cold metal door, his eyes quickly froze.
It only took two seconds to think.
In the next moment, she turned around, her body leaned against the wall by the door, her eyes were fixed on the rune with magical power that could purify mental pollution on the opposite wall, and she said in a clear voice:
"To the Upper Narrator, to our all-knowing and all-powerful Lord—"
In the corridor outside the door, there was the sound of the guard's armor colliding and rubbing slightly, as if they were listening attentively.
"Compatriots, open the door," Wendy said calmly, controlling her heartbeat and breathing, "It's time for the Lord to come."
There was a moment of silence outside the door, and Wendy waited in this unbearable calm, and finally, she heard the voice of the Spirit Knight guard: "I understand, wait a moment. Compatriots, this is really good news." information."
Accompanied by the sound of metal friction and collision, Wendy saw the iron door beside her slowly open, and then a figure in silver-white armor walked in.
"Compatriots—" the figure said.
Wendy stretched out her hand suddenly, grabbed the opponent's arm, and then pulled and pulled the tall guard directly in mid-air for half a circle, smashing the man and the armor heavily on the wall beside him. , the iron can-like full-body armor made a tooth-piercing loud noise during the impact-clang! !
Immediately afterwards, without waiting for the opponent to land, Wendy bullied her again, overwhelmed the spirit knight who still had consciousness and counterattack ability to the ground, and pulled the opponent's helmeted head with both hands, forcing the eyes covered by the double-faced armor Facing his gaze, he sipped in a low voice: "Look at me!
"Mind shock!"
The spirit knight, who is strong and has good mental resistance, seemed powerless to fight back against the surprise attack of an archbishop at such a close range, and fell into a deep coma almost instantly.
After confirming that the guards were unable to fight back, Wendy let go of her hand, letting the heavy helmet slam on the floor with a bang.
Then she stood up and turned to walk in the direction of the corridor.
But just as she took a few steps and was about to step out of the door, she stopped suddenly.
The warning from the bottom of her heart made her stop abruptly, and quickly recalled whether she had forgotten any important things.
In the next second, she turned her head and saw the mysterious runes on the wall of the room that helped her get rid of the spiritual pollution of the upper-level narrator step by step.
She wasn't sure if she was still carrying the pollution, or even if she left the room at this moment because of her own will or something else.
After pondering and hesitating for a moment, Wendy took a light breath and quickly made a decision.
Must inform fellow upper-levels - the containment area is contaminated! !
(Mom!!!!!!)
(The energy is exhausted, the peace of the dishes...
The double shift is over, and the single shift will resume next. In fact, I didn’t save enough manuscripts this time. The second chapter has been written and published in the past two days, and I can’t keep up with energy until today... Looking back, after all, I have been writing for ten years. Compared with when I first entered the industry, I have slipped a lot, lack of energy, and tendonitis seems to be ready to recur, so I can only stop here.
Cultivate for a while, and then save up manuscripts.
In the end, if you are idle, you are also idle, ask for a monthly pass! Ask for this month and the next month, just in case there is one, right? )