News came from the lower connection area, and the "pollution" in the containment area finally declared to subside.
Some people died in those deep and winding corridors, some were temporarily expelled and imprisoned in stronger rooms, some were rescued, and some continued to stick to the key intersections on the lower floor.
Archbishop Semler listened to the latest news, his brows stretched slightly, but then he sighed heavily.
"The good news is that the chaos in the underground palace has subsided, all key passages have returned to our hands, and the situation of all missing persons has been ascertained. In theory, there will be no polluters out of sight continuing to operate in the underground palace Now," looking back, Semler said to Magnum next to him, "the bad news is that many people were injured, and the personnel involved in the battle also suffered from mental pollution of varying severity. It has reached the level of being brainwashed as a follower of the upper-level narrator, but it is uncertain when it will suddenly deteriorate."
"Separate the polluted people from the unpolluted ones, and the polluted ones rest in a room that depicts 'deep sea runes'. The effects of those runes have been tested and can be relied on," Magnum said a little tiredly He said, "Now there is no condition to house every polluter individually and send someone to take care of them. This is the only way. Keep it until dawn...everything will be fine."
"Some of the psychic choir members who have recovered can help comfort those compatriots who are mentally damaged," Wendy also walked over, "I have almost recovered."
"Archbishop Wendy, other people are fine, you should take a rest," Yuri shook his head, "You have shed a lot of blood, and you broke out from the containment area all the way, your current state is not suitable to appease other people .”
Wendy smiled wryly and shook her head: "There will be plenty of time to rest in the future, but if you don't do your best tonight...then there will be no 'future'."
Magnum looked at Archbishop Semler: "What's the situation on the surface?"
"There is no accident on the surface, this is the only good news," Semler rubbed the center of his brows, "Only two groups of dream control teams appeared polluters, but they were quickly dealt with, and the rest continued to deal with it." A patrol blockade is in place in the Orlandle area, and a dream blockade in the Orlandale area will continue until sunrise."
Yuri turned his head: "What about the dream control in the underground palace?"
"What do you think of the current situation..." Semler looked around the tense hall with a helpless expression, "Will anyone else sleep tonight?"
But soon he nodded and added: "Don't worry, I have arranged monitoring and inspection personnel to ensure that every priest and knight in the underground palace will not fall into a dream. After all, the upper-level narrators are 'gods' who rely on dreams to operate." , as long as the absolute control of the dream is achieved, even if it cannot completely restrain him, at least it will cause enough trouble for his coming... "
"I only hope that our efforts will have an effect," Yuri said to himself, "I hope that the wanderers and Archbishop Selina can get rid of that 'god' as soon as possible..."
"I hope they are all right..." Magnum muttered, then took a deep breath and let it out slowly, looking up at the high dome of the hall, calming down his unsettled mood.
In his line of sight, between the pillars hanging from the dome of the hall, huge, transparent spider limbs passed obliquely, as if weaving something, and as if climbing on an invisible web.
Magnum's eyes widened for a moment.
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In the barren space shrouded in darkness, Gawain and Selina came to the torn apart wreckage of the upper narrator.
The wreckage is rapidly dissipating, as if what is here is just an illusory illusion, a dream that is waking up.
However, after the "death" of the dream-weaving god, the darkness around Selena and Gawain remains, the strange state of No. 1 sandbox remains, and the power of the upper-level narrator... remains the same!
"The divine part of the upper narrator is probably continuing to carry out his plan," Gawain said quickly to Selina, "this is just another layer of battlefield he has woven."
The lantern in Selina's hand emitted a brighter light than before. The light shone on the limbs of the spider gods that were constantly dissipating, and shone on the grassland spreading far away in the darkness. The same distance and state are always maintained, and there is no trace of leading to the outside world at all!
"Can you destroy this 'curtain'?" She looked at Gawain with a little haste in her tone, "Just like you destroyed Nim Sandro's curtain before."
Before Selina opened her mouth, Gawain was already perceiving the boundary of this dark space and the point of information intervention. He frowned and said in a serious tone: "I've already started to try, but I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with it. Washing away the upper storytellers weave It takes a long time to prepare the curtain, and I prepared almost a whole day when Nim Sandro started it... "
Selina clenched her hand clinging to the lantern subconsciously, and then she suddenly frowned slightly: "Did you... hear anything?"
"What sound?" Gao Wen was taken aback for a moment, and then he began to listen attentively.
In the dark barren space, it seemed that there was a faint, hallucinatory sound——
Gao Wen listened carefully and discerned carefully. The voice was like layers upon layers of sleep talk, like the same murmur uttered by countless people in their sleep. It was not until half a minute later that he finally heard that it was the voices of hundreds of people. Whispering at the same time—
"To the upper narrator, to our all-knowing and all-powerful Lord..."
"It's the sound of prayer," Gao Wen said in a deep voice, "a lot of prayer... but I don't know where it came from..."
"Pray?" Selina said in astonishment, "The residents of this world should have disappeared, who is still praying to the upper narrator?"
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"I saw it again!" Magnum's loud voice suddenly attracted the attention of half the hall, "I saw transparent spider limbs flying across the ceiling!"
"Everyone should protect their minds. Nightmare instructors and bishops go to take care of the technical priests!" Archbishop Semler immediately shouted, and then looked up at the ceiling, but just like last time, he still saw nothing.
But no one dared to underestimate Magnum's warning, and no one could understand this weird situation.
"We can't see it," Yuri quickly scanned the entire hall, and suddenly turned to Magnum, "Can you still see it? Where is it?"
"It passed through the air just now. It is a nearly transparent limb. A very large spider is weaving a web here, an invisible web." Magnum looked up at the dome of the empty hall, his eyes rolled, As if chasing a prey that no one can see, "Damn... I'm 100% sure it exists!"
"It's the upper-level narrator. It's exerting influence on the real world. It's breaking through the 'box'," Semler said quickly. "We have loopholes here... Magnum, what else can you perceive?"
Magnum was chasing the trajectory of the transparent illusory spider, but apart from being able to see the increasingly solid limbs, as a mortal, it was impossible for him to lock the power of a god, his brows were tightly frowned , couldn't help clenching his hands—but this situation obviously couldn't be resolved by a mental storm.
"Semler, are you sure that no one here is dreaming? No one is praying to the upper-level narrator in the dream?" He suddenly turned his head, his short red hair almost stood up, and his eyes were serious and terrifying.
"I confirm that every corner has been checked, every priest, every knight, even every servant and entourage, as well as every village and every town on the surface," Semler said quickly, "and..."
"Archbishop!" A voice from a certain control seat interrupted Semler's words, and a technical priest suddenly woke up from the connection state and exclaimed loudly, "The time iteration of the No. Closed, the time flow in the sandbox is synchronizing with the real world!"
Semler's eyes widened: "What?!"
"It's the upper-level narrator," Yuri quickly responded, "He wants to enter the real world... so he must synchronize the time of the sandbox world and the real world—time iteration used to be a 'tool' for him to grow rapidly, but now It became his hindrance, so it was closed by him!"
"He is seizing authority..." "Spiritual Song" Wendy's face turned even paler. At the same time, she also felt that something in her spiritual world was breaking through the suppression and becoming active again, "Pollution is counterattack..."
Yuri frowned, trying his best to find possible loopholes, and suddenly, his eyes froze.
He finally realized a key that may have been overlooked by everyone.
"Archbishop Semler, there may be a huge loophole in our dream control..." The gentle middle-aged man looked at Semler with a pale face, "Have you checked the computing power node hall..."
"You're talking about those..." Sammler finally realized, "Impossible, they don't have any dreams anymore, and there are people guarding them. It was confirmed an hour ago..."
"Archbishop Semler," Wendy interrupted Semler. The singer's expression was extremely embarrassing, and he said every word, "Those... are also human beings."
"Damn! Damn! We actually made such a low-level mistake!"
Magnum suddenly cursed loudly, and ran towards the heavy gate at the other end of the hall, while Yuri, Semler, and Wendy followed after a short moment of astonishment.
When they came to the special isolation door, Semler pulled the call rope on the door, and the sound of the bell came from the opposite side of the door, but there was no response from the guard.
The hearts of the archbishops sank instantly.
"Forcibly open the door," Magnum said immediately, and put his hand on a crystal device next to the gate, "Yuri, Semler, go and activate the other three runes."
No one hesitated, three hands pressed on the rune crystal used for emergency unlocking, and as the magic power was injected into it, the creaking sound of the magic device came from the isolation door that was not allowed to be opened under normal circumstances, followed by a heavy The isolation door finally receded to both sides.
Several spirit knight guards and a bishop in charge of guarding the door were sitting quietly in the connected room, seemingly asleep.
Probably the sound of opening the door shook the connecting room, and the helmet of a spirit knight suddenly fell to the ground. In the exposed armor cavity, there was only disgusting flesh and blood mixed with gray-white ashes.
With just one glance, Magnum could already identify their cause of death: "Brain burned..."
A few seconds later, they opened the second gate to the inner hall.
In the dimly lit inner hall, hundreds of platforms are neatly arranged. Nerve cords and life-supporting channels extend from the edges of the platforms, converging on the pillars of each node, and on each platform, lying There are figures in a state of deep dormancy responsible for providing computing power for No. 1 sandbox.
Those brain servants who had begun to shriveled lay there motionless. If one could not see anything unusual through the observation window in the outer hall, their lips were all moving slightly, opening and closing in a very small range.
Hundreds of whispers gathered in the hall into one voice—
"To the upper narrator, to our all-knowing and all-powerful Lord..."
Semler, who was standing at the door, felt chills all over.
He muttered to himself: "Theoretically, they shouldn't have the ability to dream..."
Wendy shook her head: "No, they will dream... The whole sandbox world is their dream..."
Magnum walked into the "computing power node hall" where the brain servants were located, raised his hands high, but put them down in the next second.
You can’t use Psychic Storm, and you can’t even kill any Brain Servants... The upper-level narrator has already formed, and has found the coordinates of the real world. Destruction at the physical level can only delay His coming, and if the Brain Servants die, the sandbox disappears, That god is likely to break away from the shackles here immediately and descend to any place in the world. At that time, all hope of making a comeback will really be lost.
What's more, the extraterrestrial wanderer and Archbishop Selina are still "inside".
The wanderers outside the territory may not die because of this, but that is the most terrifying thing. It means that the people who survived... not only have to face the escaped upper-level narrator, but also face the wrath of another existence that resembles a god.
Everyone understands this and thinks about it.
Magnum's eyes moved among those brain servants lying on the platform. Some of them were shriveled, obviously they had been lying here for many years, and some of them looked like ordinary people, apparently they were "new members" within a few years. Some of the platforms are empty, which means that the brain servants who have been "lost" have not had time to replenish them, and some platforms are mottled and old, as if they have been used for a long time...
Magnum took a sudden breath and walked slowly towards one of the empty platforms.
Wendy called from behind; "Archbishop Magnum, what are you doing?"
Magnum didn't look back, but just shrugged: "Maybe, it's our turn to lie down..."
Yuri was startled, and quickly stepped forward to stop Magnum: "Think clearly! This is deep nerve parasitism, and it is irreversible!"
Magnum glanced at Yuri in front of him, stretched out his hand and pushed him away, with a free and easy smile on his face: "I looked directly at that 'god', Yuri, and that is also irreversible.
"Those runes didn't heal my spirit. I can still see those transparent limbs. You and I both understand that I can't turn back."
He passed the speechless Yuri, left Wendy and Semler behind, came to an empty platform, and lay down slowly.
Those auto-sensing nerve cords and biochemical tissues immediately squirmed, moved along the edge of the platform, and approached Magnum.
Magnum looked around, and suddenly laughed at himself: "Perhaps, we shouldn't have taken this path in the first place..."
Amidst the squirming of the nerve cord, Semler came to the side of the platform. He looked at Magnum lying there with complicated eyes, but in the end he didn't say anything to dissuade him, but asked calmly, "Is there a last word?"
"... no last words, but if you see the Pope later, please help me brag about it."
"good."
The nerve cord spread to the back of Magnum's head, and the scalp-numbing sound of flesh and blood fusion resounded in the darkness.
Yuri also came to the side of the platform, looked at this old friend for many years: "Did you tell me?"
Magnum looked at Yuri, grinned slowly, raised his right hand little by little, and gestured his middle finger slowly and firmly.
"I think it's pretty…"
Magnum's hand slowly dropped.
After a short delay, all the sleepwalking of the brain servants in the hall also stopped.