Roland did not come back to his senses for a long time.
Garcia's master was called Lan, right?
In other words, the woman he met in the Rose Café early in the morning was … dead?
How was that possible?
Even if Lan was restricted by the rules of the Dream World, she was still a Guardian Disciple. It should have been easy for her to deal with a few Fallen Evils.
Moreover, the Prism City was built on the basis of a mine, and its main body was buried deep underground. Usually, it was guarded by the Awakened. How could the Fallen Evils attack it?
Roland suppressed his emotions and pretended to be calm. He pulled Garcia up and said, "Let's talk in the room."
Garcia stood up weakly as if she had lost all her strength.
Roland threw the sleeping Zero into the bedroom and poured Garcia a glass of warm milk to calm her nerves. Under the bright light, Garcia gradually calmed down. Although her eyes were still a little out of focus, her tears had finally stopped.
Only then did he notice that there were more than a dozen missed calls and six unread messages on his cell phone, which he had forgotten to put into his pocket because he had left in such a hurry. He casually scrolled through them and found that they were all from Garcia.
"Um, sorry … Zero suddenly had a fever, and I was in a hurry to go to the hospital, so I forgot to bring my cell phone with me," Roland said awkwardly. "What happened in the Prism City? How did you know about your master's situation? "
Garcia was silent for a long time, so long that Roland thought she would not speak. Then she said intermittently, "Around noon, I received an emergency message from C02 … saying that there was an emergency at the headquarters of the Association, and he asked all the martialists to prepare for reinforcements …"
"If I remember correctly, C02 was the liaison officer of the last joint operation," Roland thought. "That's why she called me so many times. But the reinforcements didn't come?"
Otherwise, Garcia would have gone to the Prism City a long time ago.
"Yes, because the culprit was … the Erosion in the middle suddenly expanded," Garcia murmured. "No one saw how it happened, and the surveillance cameras didn't capture the moment when it happened. I heard from C02 that by the time the Association realized, the Erosion had almost cut the Prism City in half, and we lost contact with the upper and lower levels. "
Corrode … and expand? Roland's heart skipped a beat. According to Lan, the Bloody Moon was a "hole" created by the Erosion. Theoretically, it could appear anywhere, including underground. If the appearance of the Bloody Moon was the beginning of the Battle of Divine Will, then wouldn't the sudden expansion of the Erosion be equivalent to the appearance of the Bloody Moon in another sense?
"Has the headquarters confirmed the exact time of the mutation?"
She nodded slightly. "It should be around nine in the morning."
It was almost identical to the ripple that swept across the sky above the city!
Could it be that the Dreamscape was warning him that forces from the outside world had begun to invade this place?
"What about the Fallen Evils?"
"They … they killed their way out from underground …"
Half an hour later, Roland had a rough understanding of the whole situation.
Realizing that the Erosion had engulfed the middle part of the city, the Martialist Association immediately organized a rescue operation. The Prism City was like a huge awl that pierced deep into the ground. Such a structure had excellent defense, but it was not perfect. For example, the ventilation system had to be running at all times to ensure that the middle and lower levels could breathe smoothly. In addition, water, food, and other materials had to be transported from the top to the bottom. Therefore, when the Erosion cut the Prism City in half, the lives of the lowest level workers were in danger.
The Association's top priority was to find out the scope of the Erosion and try to find a suitable passage to reconnect the upper and lower levels. When the Prism City was first built, they had considered such a situation, so they had set up several sets of backup evacuation wells around the city. So far, they had been able to deal with the Erosion in an orderly manner.
Since the possibility of an enemy attack was ruled out, the Martialist Association naturally canceled the request for reinforcements. At that time, the guards and the disciples were all there, and the headquarters urgently needed engineering and medical teams, so the Martialist Association, which was of little help to the rescue operation, was put on standby.
However, something that no one expected happened.
Just as everyone entered the evacuation wells to explore the lower levels, Lan's team in exit No. 04 was suddenly attacked by Fallen Evils.
Later, someone recognized that many of the Fallen Evils were the Association's companions who had been trapped in the lower levels.
This sounded extremely shocking and incredible. No one knew what had happened in the lower levels of the city in the hours after the connection was broken. However, what appeared in front of them was a group of monsters who had fused with the Fallen Core. There were both ordinary workers and martialists among them.
Those who could enter the lower levels of the Prism City were undoubtedly the most reliable core members of the Association. What made them betray the Association in less than half a day was still unknown. However, there was no doubt that the moment they fused with the Fallen Core, they were no longer human beings. Even Roland was surprised for a long time when he heard this, not to mention the shock of the rescue team at that time.
As a result, Lan's team was caught unprepared.
Lan's team did not have the upper hand in terms of both strength and quantity. Thanks to her outstanding performance, they did not end up being wiped out. However, as the team leader, Lan did not return to the surface safely. When she was closing an isolation door, she was attacked by several Fallen Evils.
Garcia could not help sobbing again.
Roland poured her another glass of milk. After a moment of hesitation, he asked the question that concerned him the most. Although it sounded a little inappropriate, he had to find out the truth.
"This information should have been relayed to the headquarters by the survivors, right?" Roland took a deep breath. "Did anyone really witness your master's death?"
Normally, Garcia would have been beaten by this question, but at this moment, she was so confused that she did not realize Roland's intention at all. "My master … she blocked the closing door with her body … Then she was torn to pieces by the Fallen Evils … Many people in the team saw this scene …" She leaned on the tea table and cried in a low voice. "Woo …"
"… My condolences." Roland could not help but sigh.
He did not know what would happen to the people in the Dream World after they died. Would they return to the Realm of Mind or disappear completely? But if God really controlled most of the Realm of Mind, either outcome would not be a good one. Without the protection of the Dream World, it was obvious what would happen to a traitor.
Roland could not blame Roland for associating this matter with God. This change seemed to be a trap set up for Lan.
Similarly, Lan was not the only target of God.
The Dream World was the thing that God wanted to destroy the most.
"Then you have to protect this place … If you lose it, the Realm of Mind will be closed forever." Roland could not help but think of Lan's warning.
It seemed that he would also have to fight a Battle of Divine Will in the Dream World.
His opponent was neither the demons nor the Sky-sea Realm.
He would face God directly.
…
"Hold on …"
A noisy voice rang in his ears. It seemed to be very far away, but also seemed to be right in front of him.
"What happened?"
He felt excruciating pain all over his body, and his legs felt like they were broken. This was the first time he had encountered such a serious injury. Even during the promotion ceremony, he had not been in such a sorry state.
For a moment, he even thought of the word "death".
Ah … that's right, he was about to die. The vitality in his body was slowly fading, replaced by a bone-piercing chill. His consciousness was like a ball of sand, and it was difficult to concentrate and think.
"Hold on …"
The voice came closer.
"Is someone there?"
"Strange … this language, I seem to have heard it somewhere before …"
"There's still one alive here. Someone help me move this damned stone away!"
"She looks seriously injured, hurry up!"
"One, two, three!"
In an instant, he felt the weight on his body lighten, and then he was lifted onto a soft bed that could be moved.
"Hold on, you'll be fine," someone said above his head. "The Association has prepared the best doctors and equipment, as long as you can hold on until you reach the hospital!"
Hospital … What does that mean? Are these people … saving me?
"Oh yes, you came from the Cargarde Peninsula, right? What's your name? "
"My … my name?"
"Yes, do you remember?"
He used the last of his strength to reply.
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