It was a dreamy city, people in strange robes with even stranger glasses, they lived in a steel city full of tall buildings, a city of wonders full of gears and crawlers, full of strange Weird sculptures and even weirder mechanics.
But even Katarina can feel that life here is better than it is now.
People don't need to go to the well to fetch water with wooden barrels, they just need to unscrew the pipes of their own homes to get clean water, and the oil lamps that always smell of smoke have been abandoned on the streets and alleys, one by one bright. The crystal pillars light up the world. Those crystals are somewhat similar to the magic lamps that are becoming popular now, but they are brighter and cleaner, and they can't even feel the slight mechanical roar and heat.
When people travel, they don't rely on carriages or their own feet. Instead of carriages, strange boxes and discs are used. As long as they enter, they will soon be able to reach their desired position.
There are colorful crystals everywhere, and the streets are actually paved with white jade and diamonds, but the people in robes seem to turn a blind eye. Strange gear creatures live in this city like living beings. Humans are not the only ones here. Owner.
Looking at this unfamiliar and familiar world, Katerina was confused. She was just a little girl born in the countryside. The biggest person she had ever seen was the mayor of the town. Such a scene was far beyond her comprehension.
Time goes by, spring, summer, autumn and winter. At that moment, Caterina seems to have experienced a long time, and the buildings in the modern city have become older and more strange.
But suddenly one day, the color of the sky changed, and the white clouds were ignited by the flames, and they boiled eerily.
Such a strange change made the pedestrians on the street panic, and the next moment, the clouds were opened, and countless lights fell, but it seemed that something was spying on the world.
"@#￥@#￥!"
"#@ Dda@1321 !"
Strange screams and miserable howls occurred on the street. No one could find Katarina where she was. This was obviously a strange language, but Katarina instinctively understood its meaning.
"Angel, here comes the angel!"
"Doomsday! We're done."
"Prophecy, the prophecy is actually true!"
Yes, the clouds have been opened, and the angels of white feathers have fallen. They are as strong, beautiful and powerful as the legends say!
The golden armor has the luster of the sun, and the slender sword is the brilliance of flames, but unlike what the priests said, they did not come with goodwill and blessings. People first think of the hand outstretched for help. Directly cut off by a sharp sword, these beautiful angels are just here to carry out the butcher's mission.
In Katarina's eyes, these beautiful creatures waved their swords expressionlessly, slashing and slashing the local residents. Some citizens tried to control the puppet guards used for engineering and tried to fight them, but they didn't have time to fight. It was nailed to the ground by a fiery spear.
And an even more terrifying thing happened next. The entire cloud layer disappeared without a trace, and in the sky, a giant standing upright stood up. A smile means forgiveness. While commanding the angels to slaughter, he tore down the pride of civilization, the sky garden leading to the endless void, and threw them down into deadly shooting stars.
And this is just the beginning. One by one strange-shaped gods came out of the aloof divine realm. They either sent avatars, or they were touched by the local people, and turned into terrifying destroyers with their own hands.
Most of the gods are not pure humanoids, and twisted beast limbs seem to be their common feature, but this instinctive bestiality has evolved the slaughter into a more brutal jungle hunt.
For Katarina, it was a scene of despair, with death and despair everywhere. She vaguely felt that something was wrong, and she didn't know what went wrong. All she heard were explosions and howls. The eyes are all indifferent slaughterers, and there are scenes like slaughterhouses.
She wanted to close her eyes, but found that she couldn't close her eyes, as if there was some force that made her record every scene.
"no no no!"
The desperate girl sat on the ground crying, but the world and scenery around her kept changing. What remained the same was the desperate cry and the curse on the gods.
"don't want… "
In the efficient slaughter of angels and gods, the dying cry and howl did not last long, but the explosions were incessant, and those slaughterers did not intend to leave a little souvenir for the city.
Standing in the rubble, Katarina was a little dazed. No one could see her. She felt that she should not be here, but instinctively felt that she belonged to herself.
She wandered blankly among the broken bricks, her reason and instinct were driving her to look for something, and suddenly, she saw a pitch-black slate, which lay there, no one cared about it, but an inexplicable surprise flooded In her heart, Katarina knew that she had found her goal, that she had found hope for the future.
But before she could touch the slate, the two-headed giant in the sky shuddered and looked at herself, she was discovered!
The next moment, the spears of the angels came together with the light of the gods and punishments. There was light in front of me, but everything returned to silence.
"Wait, it's almost there..."
"Katrina! How are you?"
The violent shaking regained her sanity, and when she recovered from her trance, she realized that she was still in the small private room in the bar, while her adoptive father looked at her nervously.
On the side, I saw Katerina woke up, and I was relieved.
"How is the result?"
"The guess is correct, Katarina is indeed very important, both to us and to those ancient remnants who may exist in the world. She is the key, the key to the Tower of Babel! They must be looking for her, and it is very likely that the undead are all dead. It's for her."
He neatly unplugged the electrodes from Katarina's ears and forehead, and copied the data on the meter. Obviously, he gained amazing information and news, but Timoret did not have the joy of a big harvest, but his face was heavy.
"how long?"
"I don't know, it depends on the situation."
I didn't get a positive answer to my seemingly vague query, but since Timurett didn't deny my guess, then it's likely to come true, and this time, I'm afraid it's really fun.
At this time, Old Barton was still staring at me fiercely, as if Katerina would not suffer if I didn't propose a small experiment to trace back my soul's memory.
"Barton, your daughter is more important than you think. Escape is not the way."
This is not what I said, the dracolich Winrel is usually very funny, but as a lich, how could he not understand the importance of the soul, Katarina's soul is so obvious, he also saw Katarina's Importance, as Patton's blood relatives and elders, at this time, I can tell black and white to speak for me, which also helped me.
Katerina, who turned around, looked at me pitifully, her eyes were watery, and the tears she had just shed in her sleep had a tendency to burst again. It seemed that if I forced her to see these things again, she would cry. I read.
I shook my head to signal her peace of mind. I have no intention of forcing Katarina to forcibly recall her soul's memory. The soul is so fragile and delicate. Forcibly extracting the information is like pressing walnuts with a road roller. After the road roller passes, it may still be able to be picked up on the ground. Order walnut pieces, but the walnuts are definitely done.
Even if it is only for the sake of the integrity of the treasure, to take out the treasure in the walnut, it can only be taken slowly.
And looking at Katerina, who was sobbing in her adoptive father's arms, I knew that this was the end of the day, plus I heard the best news about the "reinforcements", it seems that I have to look back and think about it. Thinking about how to deal with it.
"I'm tired today, let's go, everyone, rest early..."
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Too much staring makes people unable to do anything. I did not choose to live in the bungalow provided by Shaliman, but directly found a room at the bar here. At this time, even though it was late at night, the next door was still constantly There was a rumbling sound, and even the floor was shaking with the rhythm.
"Be quiet and let no one sleep!"
I kicked the wall violently, and the next room was quiet for a moment, but after a few minutes, a more peculiar, subtle buzzing sound made my scalp tingle.
"Really..."
I'm a little helpless, it seems like it's a stupid idea to have Timoret live next door to me, with so much happening today, so much new data for him to study, according to his temperament, he will sleep obediently. .
"Tsk, maybe he modified himself, so he doesn't need sleep anymore."
And considering the possibility that the undead will come again tomorrow, I really need his research results urgently now. In the end, I can only give up the plan to hinder him, and simply take out two earplugs from the salute and plug myself in.
And the reason why I didn't fall asleep was not just because of the noise next door. The warhammer in the room was exuding a slight silver luster, which made people very reassuring.
I touched the warhammer and tried again to use its power to dispel the curse on me, but soon, the power of the Holy Light surrounded me, turning me into a dazzling light bulb, but it still couldn't dispel the debilitating curse.
"It seems that this is not a curse. The Holy Light can't even be hostile to it. The Holy Light thinks that I am in a very good state. Is this... Is this a blessing?"
The weird status quo leads to even weirder conclusions, but considering Amyra's achievements in life magic and plant magic, turning a curse into a blessing, or reversing the effect of a blessing into a debilitating effect, Both are possible.
This is like the possibility of a newly severed limb being attached. The severed limb ten years ago is already a part of your current state. Holy light and healing magic are powerless.
"It seems that the bell has to be tied to the bell..."
While I was still sighing, I suddenly heard the scolding from the residents downstairs.
"What are the people upstairs doing? Why are they making so much noise and not letting people sleep? Do you still have a sense of public morality?"
Shaking my head helplessly, I got up again, it seems that I still have to remind Dimirate.
"And the idiot next door. It's bright and dark all of a sudden. You're boring and burning fire in your room! Do you have common sense? You're not afraid to burn the house down."
So I stopped and silently summoned a low-level ghost, maybe, this little guy will bring a nightmare to that noisy guy... Sweet dream, let him know that howling in the middle of the night is not a good habit, if there is anything If you are dissatisfied, you should pay attention to the way you express dissatisfaction.
"Forget it, go to bed early."
When I turned around, I found that something was wrong with the dead cat. She had a rare incarnation of a elf, but her cat ears and tail were exposed, and she rolled on the bed with the quilt.
"Meow, master, the bed is warm, so soft, so warm, come and sleep."
The sweet words gave me goosebumps. I was about to ask her which medicine was wrong, but I saw the memory crystal on the table beside me exuding this dazzling brilliance.
I understood in an instant, but this time it wasn't about goosebumps, it was an instinctive feeling that the Death Omen was already around my head.
"I'm going, you're recording? You're going to show those two crazy girls, you're going to kill me?"
"Meow, Mimi didn't understand, Mimi just warmed the master's bed as usual."
The girlish-looking Heloise deliberately showed off her snow-white skin and the curves of her thighs. Although it was indeed very eye-catching, now is definitely not the time to look foolishly.
"...Stop! It's really going to kill people!"
"Meow, doesn't the master like Mimi to warm the bed? But you were in the tailor's fitting room that day, didn't you say you liked Mimi's service very much?"
"Fuck me, do you still hate that thing? Lord Heloise, forgive me, do you think I'm not having enough fun!"
"Meow, Mimi doesn't know, Mimi is just a pet cat that warms the owner's bed."