"Okay, just sleep for a while, I'll take you there."
The elf nodded, and she couldn't help but look at it a few more times, a wave of silent emotion flashed through her heart.
"No, I just closed my eyes." Luo Ling said slowly without opening his eyes.
After saying this, Luo Ling himself showed no expression, but the elf showed an embarrassed look, and said hesitantly,
"I, I never thought of doing something secretly while you were sleeping..."
"Hmm?" Luo Ling opened her eyes slightly. "I just can't sleep due to some special circumstances. Do you want to..."
"Oh, you heard it wrong."
The elf said perfunctorily, then hurriedly transferred Luo Ling to his back, his little face already flushed red.
... ...
Luo Ling didn't say anything. She was indeed quite exhausted.
Making all Valkyries fall into a dream at once may not be a problem for her in the outside world, but at the node of the long river of time, the energy she can retain is limited.
Now I can only take the time to rest and try my best to see the remains of my mother Tu Sheng before I can no longer hold on and fall into a deep sleep.
Before leaving the "uninhabited island", the elf took one last look at the collapsed Valkyries in the distance, recalling the scenes that flashed through his mind, and his eyes couldn't help but show a bit of pity.
She finally understood the emotions Luo Ling expressed when she saw Valkyrie.
The elf exhaled, and her bloodshot eyes once again emitted a little light. She forced herself to overdraw and opened her third eye once again.
She originally wanted to rest for a while before trying again, but Luo Ling's words made her nervous.
The destruction of all Valkyries within the Nibelung will inevitably attract the attention of the gods. It is only a matter of time.
If they don't find the remains of the Witch of Destruction as soon as possible, they will only be greeted with the wrath of the gods.
By then...
Their fate is to die without a burial place.
Following the colorful colors in the eyes, the elf found the way to the "Land of the Dead".
Carrying the half-asleep and half-awake Luo Ling on her back, she took a step forward and rushed over at full speed.
... ...
Luo Ling didn't know how much time had passed.
She has been staying in a state of "deep eccentricity" because only this state can continue to maintain her consciousness in the Nibelung.
In this state, Luo Ling could sense that everything was different from the past, and was more of a hazy chaos.
Luo Ling could almost understand what kind of state Chi Nu was in during countless years, which was even more serious than her current state.
Moreover, because Chi Nu's influence far exceeds Luo Ling's, when she falls into this state, the "legendary land" at that time will be completely synchronized with her dream.
Luo Ling continued until the elf's anxious voice sounded in her ears. She finally got rid of the "deeply weird" state, slowly opened her eyes, and said softly,
"Are we there yet?"
"We are here now," the elf said, but in an extremely awkward tone, "But... I can't seem to find the remains of the Witch of Destruction."
At this time, tears of blood flowed from the elf's eyes, and it could be seen how much effort she had put in for this.
Before coming, the elf specifically found the relics of the Witch of Destruction and memorized her color.
But when she really reached the deepest part of Nibelung, the "Land of the Dead", she found out... Just saying this was completely useless.
She did see the colors of the Witch of Destruction in the "Land of the Dead".
But the problem is that this color almost covers the entire "Land of the Dead", and her abilities are completely useless.
"Just arrive."
Luo Ling said softly, then jumped lightly and got off the elf's back.
Although her steps were still a little shaky, at least she managed to muster some energy.
"It doesn't matter if you can't find it. I can find it." Luo Ling said softly.
She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had returned to her original form.
However, Luo Ling's true form at this time was the face that had transformed into the one in her memory.
Luo Ling stretched out her hand, and a soft warmth slid across her fingertips, vaguely guiding her in the direction.
In fact, Luo Ling didn't even use any abilities.
She just stood here, and everything here told her the answer.
"Apparently I'm a little better at finding her than you are."
Luo Ling's drooping eyelids revealed a slight smile, and then he followed the guidance and slowly walked forward.
"I'm very curious, who is she to you..."
The elf muttered something and followed Luo Ling.
Chapter 151: The Witch of Destruction, "Doomsday" 1 (8k)
The "Land of the Dead" located deep in the Nibelungen.
Although it was in the deepest part of the Nibelung, the fog that spread throughout the Nibelung was much thinner.
Furthermore, the deeper one goes, the thinner the fog becomes.
Completely different from the ruins of the previous "uninhabited island", the "Land of the Dead" presents the city landscape that the elves are most familiar with.
Passing through the city gate and across the magnificent and tall city walls, rows of buildings appear on both sides. If you raise your head slightly, you can see a huge temple in the distance. This is a landmark building that almost every Valhalla city has.
Except for the fact that it was deserted, everything seemed no different from the rest of Valhalla.
From everything in the "Land of the Dead", it can be seen that the gods originally intended to use Nibelungen as a normal land, and even built a magnificent city for it.
But... the characteristics of the Nibelungen indeed make it impossible to survive normally. All humans who step into it will gradually get lost and irrevocably become a part of the Nibelungen, turning into terrifying creatures without any mind.
Apart from the indigenous people, almost no other existence could survive normally in Nibelung, even the gods were no exception.
Because of this, Nibelung became the dreaded "Land of the Dead".
The city under the feet of Luo Ling and the elves was the beginning of the initial rumors of the "Land of the Dead".
Just because... all the residents who moved into the city, without exception, became horrible monsters.
The elves had already conducted a thorough investigation of the Nibelung before coming. Moreover, these were not secrets at all. The gods even intended to spread the terror of the Nibelung to the world in order to deter opponents who dared to go against their will.
But after stepping into the city, the elf felt not fear or panic, but a faint sadness.
This kind of mournful sadness emerged from nowhere and continued to fill and occupy her mind.
"Could it be that this is a feature of the 'City of the Dead'?"
The elves were extremely wary of this place, which they had almost never come into contact with before and had very little information about.
She reluctantly took out some sacrificial instruments to protect her mind and spirit. After using them, she felt a little better. She raised her head to see about Luo Ling's condition.
However, Luo Ling's expression was as calm as ever, as if he was not affected by the "City of the Dead" at all.
“That’s amazing!”
The elf sighed softly in his heart.
At this time, they were walking towards the temple in the center of the city. The fog around them had become extremely thin and had almost no effect on their vision.
But her palpitations never stopped, instead they became more intense.
"Miss Elf, do you know... the function of these mists?"
At this moment, Luo Ling suddenly asked.
"... .to keep people from dying?"
The elf spoke with some difficulty, but his voice was more obscure than ever before.
As if noticing something strange about the elf, Luo Ling turned his head and looked over. There was a hint of surprise in his indifferent eyes, as if he had not expected the elf to be in this situation.
Then, Luo Ling pondered for a moment, stretched out his finger and gently touched the elf's forehead.
In an instant, the elf's pupils shrank sharply.
She witnessed a terrifying shadow. Among the flying black hair was a slightly hideous and seductive face. The blue-black scales on both sides of the cheeks made it even more creepy.
The next moment, a pair of eerie wings spread out from the demon's waist, the sound of heavy chains rang out, and the demon's shadow looked straight at her, with compassion in its eyes.
-Power: "Savior Witch".
Under the cover of this demonic shadow, all of the elf's previous discomforts were almost swept away. Even though she was under a certain amount of pressure because of the shadow, she was no longer unable to breathe.
"this... "
"One of my abilities." Luo Ling said softly.
"Is it related to this fog?" The elf suddenly thought of Luo Ling's question just now and blurted out.
"It's not that relevant, but the effects are similar." Luo Ling's expression became slightly more serious. "These mists are not the source of the Nibelungen's characteristics, but are protecting everything in the Nibelungen.
"You have been wandering around the periphery before and have not been transformed into a monster. Part of the reason is that you have enough strength, but more importantly... the existence of the fog has borne the characteristics of the Nibelung for you.
"And now, after losing the mist, it will be difficult for you to bear everything in the Nibelungen."
When Luo Ling's voice fell, the elf's heart tightened a little instantly, and he felt scared for a while.
She had never expected that Nibelungen was so dangerous. If she had really rashly arrived at the "Land of the Dead" alone, she would have turned into one of the horrific creatures after just a few steps.
The elf is still feeling the lingering fear of the uncontrollable sadness just now.
"It seems that the gods realized this after they opened up this city, so... this only city in Nibelungen became the most dangerous place in the entire Nibelungen, and even Valkyrie dared not set foot there easily."
Luo Ling looked around and hardly sensed any breath belonging to Valkyrie.
At the same time, the elf opened his third eye a little and basically confirmed this.
"So, the gods suppressed her here, hoping that she would never recover due to the characteristics of the 'Land of the Dead'." Luo Ling said softly, with a hint of mockery on her lips, "But what they don't know is that for her... the 'Land of the Dead' is not a place of death, but rather..."
At this point, a trace of sadness flashed across Luo Ling's face.
She is very sad.
After feeling the presence of the Nibelung, she was extremely sad.
Just because...
"Could it be that the Witch of Destruction has really revived?"
The elf opened his mouth slightly, and a hint of disbelief flashed across his face.
"Yes and no."
Luo Ling said lightly.
"... Miss Luo Ling, can you please not just say half of what you want to say?"
The elf said speechlessly, why does Miss Luo Ling like to keep people in suspense so much.
"She didn't resuscitate, but she came back in another form..."
Luo Ling stretched out his hand and slowly closed his eyes.
The softness she felt was accompanied by a bone-chilling coldness.
The biting cold that only "Doomsday" can bring.
"I don't understand." The elf crossed his arms and said with a droopy face, "Anyway, the general meaning is that my artifact plan has almost fallen through."
"Miss Elf, why do you really need her magic weapon?" Luo Ling asked in return.
"Didn't I tell you before? I will use it to deal with the gods." The elf clenched her little pink fist and said, "The elves are destroyed in their hands. Even if it only makes the culprits pay an unbearable price... I am willing to sacrifice my life for it!"
"In that case... perhaps your goal has been achieved."
Luo Ling chuckled without comment, but the elf inexplicably saw a hint of sadness in the slight smile on her lips.
She was stunned for a moment, but before she could ask anything, Luo Ling turned around and continued walking towards the temple.
Under the protection of the demon's phantom, all the discomfort the elf had previously endured had been wiped out. Only now was she able to focus her attention and look carefully at the city.
Then the elves discovered that the entire city, with the temple as its center, was being distorted in an incredible way. This distortion could not be described visually, but was more like a distortion of a spiritual or deeper existence.