The power of the Soulflayer lurks in all sane thoughts, and when you sleep, it wakes.
The man in black staggered slightly into the rock platform through the small door. Behind him, the metal door closed silently, and a layer of optical camouflage once again covered the entrance and exit, which looked completely normal.
There is actually a hole in the rock platform. In fact, this is a hidden stronghold that has been hollowed out. There are rocks tens of meters high on the ground as cover, and there is also a wide space underground. The man in black walks from a narrow downward slope After walking a few meters through the passage, they entered a slightly cramped small room. The four walls of the small room are carved out of rock, and the stone roof is pressed down low. If a slightly taller person enters, he has to bow his head and walk forward. The four walls of the stone are inlaid with dim lights, not oil lamps, nor this world. Instead of the candlelight familiar to ordinary people, it is a boxy crystal box, connected to each other by wires: some kind of light-emitting device driven by electric energy, a product of technology!
A person sat in the corner of the small room, also wearing a black hooded robe, exactly the same style as the man in black. At first glance, this robe looks a bit like the uniform of the clergy of the Lost God Cult, but it removes all symbols related to religious symbols on the surface, and the hood is wider, making the wearer look extremely gloomy. The man in black sitting in the corner shook his head curiously when he saw the man rushing in, and his voice was sharp: "Why are you so flustered? I saw you running this way from the monitor just now. It's like being chased by someone."
An oval display device was placed on the small table in front of the man in black. It turned out that he was using this device to monitor the scene outside the rock platform. It seemed that this small room should be a place similar to a "gateway".
"Don't talk so much, those underground mines in the south have been exposed," the man in black said while looking back in a little horror, as if the "stalker" who thought he had been thrown away had appeared again It seems that, in fact, he has been tortured by this kind of "hallucination" from time to time all the way, and now he has shown signs of nervousness, "I must tell the leader quickly, this place is no longer safe."
"Exposed?" The man in black with a sharp voice shook suddenly. He quickly pressed a few buttons on the wall next to him, and then asked in a hurried tone, "What's going on? Didn't you arrange explosives to block the mine tunnel?" Is it?"
The chunky man in black had a slightly irritable voice: "I was planning to arrange explosives in the mine tunnel, and I restarted the antenna tower to burn down the annoying town next to me, but for some reason, an adventurer mistakenly I opened the gate of the underground facility by accident... I had already killed him, but the widow priest in the town had already reacted. She brought adventurers to check the situation, and a weird adventurer found me... It should be now I also discovered the secret of the underground mine."
The man in black with a sharp voice said in a bad tone: "Burn down the town with antenna towers? Who told you to do these unnecessary things? Don't you know that there is a protective shield in the town?!"
"I just wanted to cause chaos and trap the adventurers in the town. I didn't intend to succeed, but the widow priest was quite courageous, and rushed out with her own people. I thought she would be the same as aliens from other places. The believers are huddling under the protective cover and waiting for support," the man in black said in a tone of embarrassment. "Now is not the time to talk about this. After the matter subsides, I will find the leader to be punished. Let me go in now."
"The comrades-in-arms in other strongholds have already received the alarm, and then we will see how our leader will deal with you... He may report this to the commander-in-chief, you... Forget it, you go in first." The man in black with a sharp voice He said a few words, but seemed to realize that complaining was useless, so he could only shake his head and opened another thick alloy door on the rock wall behind him.
"Thanks." The man in black mumbled and walked into the alloy door. Behind him, the "gatekeeper" closed the door and cursed in a low voice, expressing his dissatisfaction with the imminent escape, but his curse suddenly stopped Instead, there was a confused murmur to himself: "Huh? Why is it suddenly a little..."
Feeling sleepy for no reason, the gatekeeper was puzzled for a moment, then fell asleep on the table.
And that short fat man has entered the interior of the stronghold at this moment, and came underground. This is a large underground palace with a complex structure and looks gloomy and weird. The underground palace is supported by a mixture of rocks, giant trees, and steel beams. The building structure is nondescript. Walking inside feels like a dungeon. The walls of the corridors of the underground palace are inlaid with lights that are not bright enough. I don’t know whether it’s for saving energy, or the technology of the lighting equipment is not enough, or it’s simply caused by the bad taste of the owner of the underground palace. These dim yellow lights can only make the surrounding environment look more eerie and weird.
"It's really enough to stay in this damn place... It might be better to change to a more spacious place." The man in black muttered as he walked quickly on the stone road. He knew whether to believe in the benevolence of the "leader" or to believe that he was not so guilty. In the underground palace, you can see some people dressed in black who are similar to him, and there are also a small number of people who don't wear robes, but wear other strange uniforms. The clothes of the latter are obviously not like ordinary people in this world. The white short robe It looks more like a doctor or a scholar from some small southern countries. It is said that this is the dress of a "scientist" in ancient times. The man in black greeted his colleagues in black, but showed a significantly more respectful attitude towards those in white, as if the latter had a special status in the "organization".
The footsteps of the man in black stopped at the end of a corridor, because he saw a tall, beautiful woman with long hair in a leather coat standing in front of him, no matter how calm he was before, he still couldn't bear it when he saw this tall woman. He couldn't help but took half a step back, then lowered his head and said respectfully: "Boss... I messed up the matter."
"I already know," the woman called the leader didn't seem to have any expression on her face, "It's not all your fault, that widow was an adventurer a few years ago, and she is not like those pagans who came out of the school to be pampered." Same, he's a troublesome guy who dares to say and do... You're right about burning down the town to delay time, but you just met a woman who doesn't like that."
"Boss, what should we do next? The underground mine tunnel has been exposed, and the widow priest may soon suspect that there are members of the 'Awakened Ones' nearby. She may search this place, we'd better hurry..."
"No, now is not the time to evacuate," the tall woman waved her hand vigorously, "This place is far away from the archdiocese, no matter how capable the widow is, she is alone, at most, the seven or eight apprentice priests in the town who are traveling with adventurers In a short period of time, they have so many people. They can only search around the ruins and the outskirts of the forest. They can't find far at all, and they will not pose a threat before the support of the archdiocese arrives. But the widow will definitely notify other parishes to block traffic. Let's If you evacuate rashly at this time, you will be blocked by the outside heretics."
The leader's analysis was well-founded, and his firm attitude also gave people inexplicable confidence. The man in black bowed respectfully: "The leader is still thoughtful. Then we can only wait here? The heretics will get entangled sooner or later. They were summoned by men and horses."
"First, it's not so easy to be exposed here. Didn't the previous two searches pass through safely? Second... colleagues in other regions will find a way to get through the route. Even if they can't get through, we can 'disperse' on the spot , this base is a big deal to give up," the leader glanced at the man in black in front of him, and seeing that the man seemed to have something to say, he finally waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, let's do it like this, there is no better way. You go now Rest in your own room, the rest is not something you can worry about."
"... yes, chief."
The man in black took his leave respectfully, and then he felt physically and mentally exhausted. He hurried back to his room, fell down on the bed without even changing his clothes, and fell into a drowsy sleep.
The nightmare began to spread like a tide.
In a vast expanse of gray-black mist, he stood alone on the desolate black land. The man looked around blankly, not knowing where he was, and even forgot his name for a moment.
Some kind of inexplicable fear permeated from the bottom of his heart little by little, although he didn't know why, but he started to run away!
run away run away run away! No matter why, run away! In short, we must run away!
Boundless fear enveloped his heart, the person in the nightmare was desperately fleeing driven by pure terror, the surrounding fog was endless, and he couldn't see any familiar things in the gray-black world, he didn't know why he was running away, he didn't know he was running away What, he didn't even know why he was afraid, he felt that there seemed to be endless huge monsters in the thick fog, and he felt muffled whispers in his ears all the time, he felt that his body was being bitten by some kind of gnawing rodent He was devoured by human-like creatures, and he felt that he was immersed in a mud full of blood, about to sink and suffocate... However, there was nothing around him, and both vision and touch told him that all this was an illusion, but it was useless , All kinds of terrifying illusions spread in his mind, even if they were born out of thin air, he firmly believed that he was about to be swallowed!
Distorted thoughts permeated wantonly, vague ridicule came from the thick black fog, a thousand eyes were staring at the most vulnerable side of his heart, the person in the nightmare felt that his mind was being poisoned by some kind of parasitic "plant" Occupied, the vine named "Fearful Disaster" drilled holes in his heart, and then spread crazily in his soul!
"Fear of disaster" filled the dream, and then slowly seeped out and spread to the real world...
No one can see the "terrorist disaster" spreading in the air, but this underground base is being swallowed by a strange atmosphere. Some people who are resting in their sleep dreamed of the same horrible scene, and they began to cry under the torment of the nightmare. There was a groan, and from the human mouth, there was a trembling sound like mud gushing and insects hissing, while ordinary people who were awake felt that they were in a strange place. They looked at the familiar scenery and familiar colleagues around them, and the sound of strange conversations began to spread throughout the stronghold.
"Hey... do you feel... someone else here?" "Don't scare... scare yourself, there are so many people around. I feel a bit cold..." "What is 'it' looking at?" "Who is 'it'?" "Someone is talking, someone is listening..." "Who are you talking about, who are you talking to, do you see a pair of eyes?" "Cold, everywhere, I know, you guys, someone is watching..."
People started chatting restlessly, what at first was mutually intelligible content, but soon turned into fragmented sentences, and then these fragmented sentences became strange and inexplicable pronunciations, and finally even the pronunciations became as if There was a sharp noise like metal tearing, and people looked around in horror, listening to the "language" that did not belong to humans from their compatriots in the past, and listening to the same weird and grotesque sound from their own mouths. Their hearts began to shake, and fear found fertile ground. When the entire underground palace was filled with whispers of "disaster fear" that did not belong to humans, everyone's thoughts no longer belonged to themselves, and their souls became abstract symbols, slowly , Spelling a name over and over again: Sandora? Kelly? Ulasses…
However, what is happening in the soul world is unknowable to ordinary people. They only know that they are being overwhelmed by growing and unreasonable fear. The eerie noise, finally, after accumulating to a certain extent, the "fear of disaster" broke out.
The fear accumulated in the depths of the heart increases suddenly. This has nothing to do with the strength of the individual's will. The stronger the mind, the more intense the fear and oppression. This is a process of self-betrayal and scaring yourself to death: first The individual collapsed and started to roar frantically, and this roar that didn't resemble a human voice instantly flooded the entire underground stronghold.
Human fear has become a source of energy, and the shadow of the Soul Reaper permeates everyone's heart. These shadows gradually enter the real world from the illusory world, and slowly form a... um, a golden ball of light.
I appeared in a gloomy underground palace with the Sandora ball in my arms. Looking at the chaotic scene in front of me, listening to the harsh noises in all directions, I felt that my whole body was not good: "Your skills are a little evil... mental pollution or something .”
"Better than mental pollution, because I can teleport myself through the nightmares or thoughts of the infected, and appear at any place where they are desperately trying to hide." The Sandora ball shook slightly, and the underground stronghold fell silent instantly: Everyone was stunned and passed out, "How is it, how does it feel to be born from fear?"
"Um... I'm a little dizzy, it feels like there are ten thousand people talking nonsense in my ears." I scratched my hair and told the truth.
In the past period of time, I have been on a very... novel "journey".
Cross the line between reality and fiction, and teleport from the dream world with the Soul Reaper. Sandora just left a seed on the man in black, but this seed quickly spread through the other party's thoughts and his communication with other people, and even through their "understanding" and "knowledge" of each other. Spread, and finally a huge fear erupted, and Sandora and I were "born" from the fear.
This sounds unbelievable. Fear seems to be an intangible and intangible thing, but the power of the spirit snatcher can challenge this common sense. For Sandora, nightmares seem to be really a door—and without her Push yourself away.
"This time it's just a small-scale application. In fact, I used the horror dream to solve a very troublesome hostile race before." Sandora slowly floated forward to find a valuable place, saying her own " Record", "That race's technical strength is very strong, and they have also studied mysteries, which even gave me a headache, so I said a word to them after careful preparation, and I poured part of my strength into this sentence into the hearts of the enemies. Later, that race became extinct within a month, and they all frightened to death.”
"... Has anyone said that your move is scary?"
"I know, this trick is supposed to be scary."
I feel that I and Sandora seem a bit incompatible in terms of worldview...
Sandora carefully controlled her power this time, and the "terrorist disaster" was not a direct attack, but a passive attack using the enemy's own soul, so there were no casualties, and everyone in this underground stronghold was still alive. And the huge panic made their minds extremely fragile, and it became much easier to ask about things.
We are eager to know what this organization is doing now: According to the information obtained by "psychic monitoring" just now, this organization is actually quite large, they have more than one stronghold, and they are blatantly opposing the Lost God Cult.
What does it mean that they refer to the clergy of the Lost religion as "heretics"
Is this organization itself some kind of sect
I looked at the facilities in the underground palace. There is electricity, lighting equipment with a sense of technology, a closed-circuit surveillance system, and even everyone is equipped with advanced guns. I also found magic crystals or similar on some people. Staff, which shows that they not only have technological equipment, but also advanced magic technology.
"This organization is probably the so-called 'Technology Revival Faction', which is opposed to the 'Technology Sealing Faction' of the Lost God Sect," I said as I guessed, "It's just that the style of this technology revival faction doesn't seem very pleasing. , Murder and set fire to do what you say, in order to divert attention and delay time, even want to slaughter the entire town, no matter whether it succeeds or not, this is a bit reckless, although I didn't like the conservative approach of the Lost God Cult at first... But to be honest, this Help guys seem to be more ruthless."
"The unorthodox are always in the habit of labeling their actions 'justice for the few', which allows them to inflict violence on the majority with peace of mind, and they can always use 'vision' and 'enlightenment' to give themselves Excuse me," Sandora sees clearly, "Actually, to put it bluntly, he is a terrorist. Oh, I found it, this so-called leader." RS