In front of Lin Jie's eyes was an endless expanse of scorched earth.
The endless pitch black earth was full of cracks, and the lava below was slowly flowing, faintly flashing with red light. The sky was covered by thick clouds, and lightning was raging within.
The huge collapsed ruins were hundreds of meters high, and the total area was impossible to determine. The remnants of the buildings still had the outline of their former glory, and on this earth, it was like a wounded giant beast that was still breathing.
Standing below and looking up, one could clearly feel their own insignificance.
Further in the sky, there was a gray fog that was almost connected to the clouds in the sky. This fog was like a living thing, constantly rolling and moving, faintly twisting into strange shapes.
Standing on this scorched earth, one could hear the whispers and roars that came from the fog like the wind.
"What is this time? RPG？ BOSS battlefield scene? "
Lin Jie muttered as he looked around.
According to Freud's "Analysis of Dreams", dreams were the embodiment of subconscious desires.
Could it be that after transmigrating, he hadn't played games for so long that even his dreams began to show this kind of desire?
If that was the case, then there was nothing he could do. Right now, it wasn't a matter of whether he wanted to or not, but the hardware situation didn't allow it. Nuo Jin was such a backward game industry, it was already a blessing to be able to play Little Tyrant …
Lin Jie sighed, collected his thoughts, and looked at his surroundings.
Thinking like this, he felt more and more that in a while, when the symphony BGM started playing, there would be a flashy and powerful BOSS appearing.
He thoughtfully walked to the side of a pillar and reached out to pick up a brick fragment.
The broken surface was surprisingly smooth, and the pure white marble was beautifully carved.
Just from this fragment, and the collapsed but still magnificent ruins in front of him, one could imagine what this place used to be.
"But … the style and style of this decoration is strangely familiar."
Lin Jie narrowed his eyes, rubbed the fragment, and wiped away some of the stains on it, and carefully looked at the decoration.
Instinctive intuition and years of experience allowed him to instantly make a judgment — —
The sword that Yue Sefu sent over!
Although the overall shape of the patterns on the two were different, and the pattern on the fragment was not complete, ordinary people would only feel that both were equally gorgeous at a glance, and would not be able to tell why.
But Lin Jie was a professional.
Folk art and architecture were also part of his research. They were an important and inseparable part of folk culture.
During his field research, he came across some strange local art. Some places were not completely preserved, so he had to restore them himself.
By the way, because there were many overlapping fields of humanities research, Lin Jie was sometimes even pulled in by the archaeology department next door.
He was very sensitive to the style of these decorations. Almost at a glance, he found some similarities in technique and style between the two. It could be concluded that the decorations on the long sword and the construction stone were of the same origin.
What's more, before going to bed, he had just played with the sword out of curiosity. He had even traced the patterns on the sword, and his impression of it was still very deep.
"It seems that it's really my subconscious that put all my recent experiences into the dream."
Lin Jie raised his eyebrows, put down the fragment, and continued to walk into the center of the ruins.
The direction of the collapse of the ruins was in a regular radial pattern, falling down like dominoes. There was a very obvious center, and all the buildings formed the shape of a basin.
Lin Jie tried to explore, but the extent of the destruction of the ruins was beyond imagination, and almost no one was allowed to enter.
Those charred buildings were basically broken into pieces and fell down with a clatter.
There was even one time when Lin Jie used too much force, causing an entire area of buildings to collapse and turn into dust.
The feeling of destroying something was like pinching instant noodles in the supermarket. It was a different kind of pleasure, and he even wanted to do it a few more times.
"This dream and the last one are two extremes. The map is wider, but it's still very interesting, and … it's unexpectedly realistic."
Lin Jie looked at the rising dust in front of him, touched his chin, and was a bit worried. "Sigh, I can only experience the VR version of an RPG scene in my dream, and I'll just treat it as a satisfying experience."
However, this exploration was not without results. Then, he found a lot of corpses in the ruins and scorched earth.
Although most of them had merged with the ruins, and were even in the state of "crumpled into a ball", there were still a few that were relatively intact.
Lin Jie squatted down and looked at the twisted corpse in the corner. His pupils constricted, and his gaze froze on the corpse's ears.
It shouldn't be an illusion. The corpse's ears were longer than normal.
Lin Jie calmly turned the corpse over.
"Hmm … It's more obvious from the front. The ears aren't normal length."
Lin Jie tried to reach out and touch the corpse's ears. It was surprisingly soft, and there was normal cartilage in the middle that was connected to the skull. It was not a decoration.
In other words, this was the physiological structure.
An elf?
Lin Jie remembered a guest he had received not long ago. It was an extremely beautiful elf cosplay girl.
He stood up and patted the dirt off his hands, and muttered, "It seems that this dream is indeed a hodgepodge of the subconscious."
It seemed that his recent thoughts had caused his dreams to become messy.
Other than that, Lin Jie also found a lot of weapons in the ruins, including a standard longsword. They were all similar to the longsword that Yue Sefu gave him.
He felt that these things were extraordinarily connected to each other, and it made him feel like he was doing research in a remote village. He memorized all of these things, thinking that when he woke up, it might provide some inspiration for the historical significance of the Doris family emblem.
Finally, Lin Jie stepped over many piles of rubble and stood on the collapsed white staircase, and he saw the radiation center of the ruins.
It was a wide and broken platform. The platform was outlined with thin golden patterns, and it was impossible to tell if the surroundings were made of pitch-black rocks or piled corpses. The huge golden dome above had been shattered in half, and the remaining half was stuck in the scorched earth.
In the center was a tall man in armor kneeling on the ground.
A longsword was stuck in his heart, and it was like a wedge that fixed his slanted body to the ground.
His long golden hair flowed to the ground like a waterfall, as if it was shining. He wore a laurel crown on his head, and the armor on his body was elegant and smooth, outlining his slender and vigorous figure. The side of his face had long and pointed ears.
In this scorched earth, the kneeling man held the hilt of his sword and stabbed it into his heart, as if he was begging for atonement for someone.
When Lin Jie's footsteps sounded in this silence, he suddenly raised his head and sighed.
"My savior, the exiled soul has been waiting here for ten thousand years —"
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