It was deep into the night.
There was no other life, and the scene was even stranger. The moonlight in the sky was bright, but to Jon, it seemed a little too quiet.
The space here gave him the same feeling as when he was in the Dragon Soul Crypt. It was so quiet that there seemed to be no sound, but he could hear the sound of the waves hitting the shore and his own breathing. It was as if he was the only one in this vast world.
And the sound coming from the waves was like the sound of the wind, like the crying of a child. The more Jon listened to this sound, the more panicked he felt.
It was like the cry of some kind of banshee symbolizing death in myths.
But that kind of banshee did not live in the sea, and it belonged to ancient Greek mythology. There was no desert in that place.
He was silent, sitting on the stone, looking at the moon and the calm sea in the distance, expressionless.
Moreover, he had already guessed the origin of this arcane realm.
Although Jon did not have a deep understanding of ancient Egyptian mythology, he was more or less aware of the content of this myth. In this mythical system, there was a kind of life that symbolized death and resurrection.
And this kind of life happened to be not far away from him.
It couldn't be said to be alive. It was more like an illusion. The transparent water lily swayed in his field of vision.
But this was enough. Darkness, water lily, and the sea in front of him, this was a typical display of the world of death.
Fortunately, this was just an illusion.
The mist gradually rose from the surface of the sea. It was as thick and cold as cold milk. The mist drifted above the sea and gradually filled Chown's vision.
Coupled with the strange sound of the wind, it seemed like a ghost from hell pouncing on Jon.
But this was not a good thing, because after the fog gradually thickened, Jon heard some scattered childish voices.
It seemed to be some kind of nursery rhyme.
But he did not understand.
Unless he used the trace of the nomological laws hidden in his soul, but it was not cost-effective to waste such a precious thing here.
Moreover, did not mean that he would die here if he did not understand?
That would be underestimating the protective measures that Helga had left for him.
However, this did not make him relax his vigilance. Amidst the childish voice that made his hair stand on end, he gently exhaled a cold breath and clenched the magic wand in his hand.
He didn't move.
The best way to deal with all changes was to stick to the status quo.
Although the wand in his hand was not his own wand.
When he woke up, this body did not have a wand. Instead, he wanted a wand. When this thought appeared in his mind, this wand also appeared in his hand at the same time.
This kind of situation was very normal in an illusion. Perhaps the owner of this illusion had left behind some kind of passage for the latecomers. After all, if you wanted people to explore the secret realm, you had to provide them with some equipment.
However, this was definitely not a good place.
During the day, this desert was only silent. However, once night fell and the scenery changed to a sea of darkness, who knew how many illusions and strange things hidden in the dark would try to reveal their claws and teeth.
Those things did not exist in this world. They were carried by this illusion and had existed since the Dark Age and even the Mythological Age until now.
With Jon's current level, no matter what he accidentally saw, it was enough to make his soul fall into a deeper level of sleep until he triggered Helga's protection and was dragged to the [Deep Blue Sea].
But who knew how long it would take to return to reality after that?
Therefore, he was very vigilant now. According to the meaning of the illusion, he would leave when there was a change in the illusion.
Fortunately, his Guardian Bird was guarding the trace of the law, so its energy was replenished very quickly. Otherwise, he might not be able to find his way out.
Now in the darkness, there was danger everywhere. However, as long as he sat quietly, there would be no problem.
However, the strange voice in his ear became clearer and clearer. It was entangled in Jon's ear along with the wind. There seemed to be some kind of power in the voice that made him involuntarily want to follow the direction of the voice.
Fortunately, he did not.
He was very lucky. When he felt that he could not hold on any longer, he finally waited for that crack. Then he abandoned all the magic in this body and urged the power of the Mystic Bird to leave this place.
But he still left a trace.
The moment he left, the water lily collapsed and withered. It bloomed with fine light in the darkness and then captured a trace of Jon.
A leaf.
This leaf fell on the water and then fell into a palm.
Someone sighed.
…
In the other hemisphere extremely far away from London, in the ocean, there was a small island standing alone.
There were not many people on this island. It belonged to a rich man. At this time, there were no security personnel on the island.
Today, there was an unexpected guest.
Under the moonlight, the security guards on the island were wandering aimlessly and then gathered on the top of the mountain in the center of the island.
There was a sacrificial altar standing there.
No one knew when it appeared, and no one knew which god it belonged to. In short, it came suddenly and suddenly appeared here.
If it was really strictly calculated, it was probably not long before Jon fell into a deep sleep that the sacrifice began quietly here.
The object of the sacrifice was, of course, these security guards.
In the night wind, the whisper of the ghost passed from above to below.
He was spreading temptation.
"I thought in my heart and created in my soul.
I created all forms alone.
At that time, I had not yet exhaled the air,
I had not yet exhaled the moisture,
No one else rose up with me and worked with me.
So I created in my heart,
Everything was born in the form of a baby.
I gave birth to them with my own hands,
And became one with myself.
…
When they were far away from me,
I followed their backs with one eye.
When I became the only soul,
When I bid farewell to the three gods on the ground,
The air and humidity cheered in the abyss where they lived,
And took away my roots with their eyes.
After I bandaged my body,
I cried for them,
Humans were the tears that fell from my eyes. "
The shadow of the book was held in the hand of the black-clothed priest. The awkward spell was supported in the air by an invisible force and then directly branded on the people kneeling on the ground.
Their skin became the carrier of the spell. The person standing on the altar, shrouded in a cloak, spoke with compassion and conviction.
"I repaired what she destroyed one by one."
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