A dream shared by everyone? Klein repeated Cattleya's words inwardly and vaguely understood the present situation.
The dark night of this dangerous sea connected the dreams of all the creatures here!
Meanwhile, creatures that weren't asleep right now, because their spiritual bodies weren't in this dream, they would lack the necessary protection and suffer from indescribable attacks.
As for why this kind of attack would cause them to disappear and not die on the spot, Klein had never personally experienced something like this, so he really couldn't guess.
As his thoughts raced, Klein retracted his gaze from Cattleya and looked at the magnificent city on the other side of the cliff.
"If this World is really formed from the dreams of the local creatures, then whose dream does this unimaginable city belong to?"
He stared at her for a few seconds and asked,
"What's its name?"
What was the name of this city that only existed in myths and legends?
Admiral of Stars Cattleya stared ahead in a daze as she spoke dreamily.
"I don't know … Every time I enter the dream, I have the chance to see it, but I can never get close to it.
"She said that it's somewhat similar to Feysac's Twilight Hall.
"She should have her own guesses, but she never told me."
Her? That Queen Mystic? The Great Dusk Hall is where the Church of the God of War's Patriarch is … Klein looked around and deliberated.
"I'm going to look around."
He believed that the Future wouldn't stay in these waters for just a few days. He would definitely encounter more nights and enter the World of Dreams more often. Therefore, to prevent any accidents and obtain information, it was necessary to explore.
There was no doubt that exploration required companions.
Cattleya was still sitting with her arms around her knees. Her tone was still erratic.
"Not interested."
… This isn't something a mature pirate admiral should say. You can be more tactful. Ma 'am Hermit, you are like a willful young lady … Klein was taken aback as he nearly suspected that he had heard wrongly. This conflicted with his image of Admiral of Stars.
When he thought of how German Sparrow was also a volunteer who was not afraid of dirty or hard work, he immediately felt relieved and quickly made a guess.
Cattleya wasn't completely lucid in the dream. She knew that she was dreaming, but she was unable to effectively control it!
In other words, she would unconsciously reveal the emotions buried deep in her heart and the part of her personality that she usually suppressed.
No wonder she said that she would never be able to get close to the miraculous city on the other side, because she had no intention of exploring it at all … Klein thought for a moment and deliberately asked,
"We might be able to find something here."
"I'm not going." Cattleya answered without hesitation, but she did not shake her head. "I want to wait here, wait!"
As expected, he's in a half-awake state … Klein deduced from the other party's reaction and tone.
Without wasting any more time, he turned around and jumped off the boulder.
Pa!
When Klein's feet landed on the ground, he subconsciously looked back.
Admiral of Stars Cattleya was still hugging her knees as she sat there. There was no one else around her, and the solidified dusk of the city on the other side shone down on her, casting a long shadow that intersected with the withered trees.
The mountain breeze blew gently as the shadow swayed gently. Cattleya didn't move as though she was stubbornly waiting for something.
At times like this, a Psychiatrist is needed to interpret the dream's emotions. This has nothing to do with the revelations obtained from divination … Klein curled his lips as he surveyed his surroundings in search of a direction to explore.
He discovered that everywhere to his left and right were black buildings belonging to the monastery. Furthermore, there was a towering wall that separated them from the cliff. Regardless of where he wanted to explore, there was no way to circle around the monastery unless he jumped off the cliff.
Since he had no other choice, Klein went straight to the monastery's pitch-black door.
The door was nearly ten meters tall, and it didn't look like it was prepared for humans. Klein sized it up for a few seconds, took a deep breath, reached out his hands, and pressed them against the two sides of the door.
A creaking sound immediately sounded. The door's weight exceeded Klein's imagination. His muscles bulged as his face flushed red, but all he could do was slightly shake the target. He was unable to push it open.
Thankfully, this is a dream. As long as I believe it logically, I can raise my strength. There's no need to really activate Creeping Hunger … Klein exhaled, causing the glove on his left hand to turn pale.
Amidst the dark green shimmer, he obtained the powers of a Zombie. His arms thickened as his legs swelled up.
Creak!
A heavy grinding sound sounded as the door slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.
Two dark towers and black buildings were connected to each other by a covered bridge, enclosing a wide gray stone square.
The square was filled with holes, with huge arrows stuck in them. There were a few burning bonfires, as though it had been attacked before.
Klein passed through the door and entered the square. To his surprise, he saw Frank Lee, Nina, Ottolov, and company there.
Is this their dream? It doesn't look like it … Or could it be that everyone's dream is limited to themselves and randomly appears somewhere in this World? Klein guessed with uncertainty.
Frank Lee was the closest to him. He was holding a shovel and shoveling gravel. Beside him were the white bread, toast, and fried fish that had previously fallen to the ground.
Is he planning on using them as fertilizer to grow something? He's even growing it in his dreams … Klein leaned over and asked casually,
"What are you doing?"
Frank didn't stop as he revealed a smile.
"I'm cultivating some little things. They need to sleep in the soil for a period of time before they can grow and reproduce."
"What's their use?" Klein asked curiously and worriedly.
Frank said with a beaming smile, "They're a type of hybrid bacteria.
"They're a type of hybrid bacteria that can allow bulls to produce milk. This way, we can harvest more milk and let more people drink good milk."
Let those bulls go … Klein's face twitched.
"Will it work?"
"The effects are fine, but I'm very worried that they might not reproduce," Frank said with a frown.
May Death forever favor them … Klein prayed as he walked past Frank Lee and walked towards the entrance of the black building across the square.
Along the way, he passed by Nina and Navigator Ottolov, who were drinking beside a collapsed stone pillar.
"Have you ever thought of leaving the pirate crew when you're older, find a man to marry, and find a place to settle down? I don't think anyone wants to drift at sea for the rest of their lives. "Ottolov took off his pointed hat, revealing his slightly grizzled hair.
His eyes and tone told Klein that he was implying: If you want, can you consider me?
Mr. Navigator, you're old enough to be Nina's father. You have to consider your body … Klein, who was passing by, couldn't help but lampoon when he heard the conversation.
Nina gulped down a mouthful of alcohol and looked in a particular direction.
"No, that's not the life I want to live.
"Before joining you, I once attempted to settle down on the east coast of Feysac and stop being a pirate. However, I couldn't stand the boredom. All I had to do was carry wood and move things. At night, I had to stay at home. I couldn't go to bars or go hunting in the wilderness. My life hasn't changed at all! Furthermore, I had to endure all kinds of criticism and those irritating fellows. I had to worry about the police even if I wanted to beat them up!
Although it's boring most of the time, I can often go to different places and experience different things. Heh heh, even during the most boring time, I can still torture those fellows and train them into qualified pirates. I can also tell them that the one who performs the best every month can spend the night in my room. Then, I can watch them enjoy the torture in excitement. Of course, spending the night and having sex are two different things. They aren't the same. It all depends on my mood. "
A true female pirate … Everyone wishes differently … Klein gave an objective evaluation. He didn't believe that Nina's thoughts were necessarily wrong.
I won't slander her choices, but if she often kills and plunder, I wouldn't mind exchanging her head for a bounty the next time I meet her … Klein retracted his gaze and came to the spot that was suspected to be the entrance to the black building and tower.
Subconsciously, he turned his head and saw that the shadow in the corner appeared normal, but it gave him a different feeling.
Bloodless Heath Doyle? Even in a dream, he hides in the shadows? According to my effective psychological knowledge, this is a sign of extreme insecurity … Klein pushed open the entrance door that was also nearly ten meters tall.
Amidst the creaking sound, his gaze suddenly froze.
Behind the main door was a vast hall that was propped up by two rows of thick stone pillars.
There was no candlelight in the hall, making it abnormally dark. As the main door opened, light from outside shone in, making the place clear.
Klein saw brightly colored murals on the walls and ceiling. They were connected to each other without leaving any gaps, giving the place a grand and sacred feeling.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A figure had his back facing Klein. He was chopping at a long log with an ax in his hand. It was unknown what he was doing.
The figure was wearing a white shirt and a black vest. He didn't look like any of the pirates on the ship.
Is there someone else in these waters? Or could it be those mysterious eyes that are watching the deck and me? Klein's heart sank as he slowed down and warily approached. When he came to the side, he saw the figure clearly.
It was a young man with short blond hair that was split in half. His green eyes were focused and serious.
"What are you doing? What is this place? "Klein asked cautiously.
He instinctively believed that the person wasn't the owner of those mysterious eyes.
The young man raised his hand to touch his earlobe without turning his head.
"Why are you asking this? My ship has sunk, and I'm busy making a canoe. I don't have the time to talk to you. "
"…" Klein thought for a moment before asking,
"Who are you?"
"Who am I? I'm the unlucky Anderson. Ever since I saw that mural, I've been shrouded in bad luck. "The young man raised his hand and pointed in a direction.
Tracing his finger, Klein saw a mural.
The mural was of a burning sea of flames. It split in the middle, forming a path.
On the path, there was a long line of people. The members were either reverently bowing their heads or prostrating on the ground. Their destination was the depths of the sea.
Their leader was a thin and tall man with long silver hair. He had soft facial features, and his eyes were tightly shut. There were layers of wings on his back.
This … Klein's pupils suddenly constricted.
He knew the leader on the mural!
That was the Angel of Fate that Little Sun had once displayed!
That was Tail Devourer, Ouroboros!
。 Divine Emperor of the Nine Heavens
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