The starry sky dome, the Bloody Moon, the huge painting... Just as Pasha had described.
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No matter what it was, it gave people a feeling that it was incomparably grand. Only when one was in it could one truly feel its vastness. It was no wonder that they called this place the Realm of Gods.
"Is this the Teleportation Spell? Or the Sea of Consciousness? "
Roland squatted down and gently touched the floor. It looked like it was made of polished stone, but its surface was as smooth as a mirror. His fingertips accurately felt the cold and hard touch, as if what he saw was not a fantasy, but a real thing.
However, after experiencing the Dream World that was so realistic that it was exaggerated, such a scene could no longer scare him.
Roland looked up at the dome. The huge Crimson Moon was like a round pancake covering the giant painting. If he looked closely, he could even see the surging lines on its surface. If he had to use a word to describe it, it would be the sea. It was not as dazzling as the sun. Although it was red all over, it did not seem to be glowing or heating up. The red ripples were like waves or whirlpools, densely covering his entire field of vision.
The only problem was that this circle was a bit too round.
It was not like a sphere at all, but a large flat circle.
Perhaps the Bloody Moon was too close to him?
Roland carefully looked at it for a while, but he could not connect it with the Red Flying Star observed by astrologers. It was neither like a planet nor a star. If the Battle of Divine Will was really caused by it, how could it come to the world?
Suddenly, an idea came to his mind.
If the Chief Astrologer of Dispersion Star was summoned by the relic, could he confirm that this thing was indeed the Bloody Moon from the faintly shining stars on the dome?
Of course, it was more likely that the poor old man was scared to death.
Roland shrugged, stood up, and looked around at the four huge paintings surrounding the Bloody Moon.
The throne, the sea, the black screen, and himself.
Except for the scene in the underground hall of the Third Border City, these records were all read in the library of the Pivotal Secret Temple. There was nothing special about them. The relic was probably like a recorder that could feed back the scene around it in real time. According to Pasha, the completely black painting belonged to the eliminated Underground Civilization.
Roland called out to himself and Vendy in the painting, but the latter two did not respond. Obviously, they could not hear him.
What happened to influencing reality?
He walked closer to the Throne Scroll and reached out to touch the scroll itself. It felt like a soft and smooth cloth. The texture was very fine, and the image on it was just an image. He could not cross the border and enter the world of the painting.
Roland didn't find anything new after walking around. He was about to head out of the palace to see if this place was really boundless when the scroll behind him suddenly made a noise.
In this quiet environment, the sound was exceptionally clear, like the friction between steel, or the echo of a hard object hitting the ground.
In that instant, he felt all the hair on his body stand on end!
Damn it, no one mentioned that these giant paintings could make sounds!
He stopped and turned around abruptly.
A pitch-black armored warrior had appeared in the painting of the throne. It was sitting on the throne, and a pair of scarlet eyes were looking down at him.
Meanwhile, the other painting also started to move.
A large number of bubbles surged up with a muffled sound, and then a huge eyeball stretched out from the dark bottom of the sea and approached the edge of the painting, as if it wanted to poke out of the frame. Three triangular eyes stared at him at the same time, which made him a little uncomfortable at first glance.
Did you make an appointment?
Roland couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. As long as they didn't hide and play tricks, he was not afraid of these two monsters who didn't look scary at all.
They were just Senior Demons and the guardians of the relics of an unknown civilization.
He raised his head and walked to the center of the four giant paintings, looking at the two alien creatures.
"Good afternoon. Are you also here to participate in the Battle of Divine Will?"
"Do we have to fight this life-and-death war? Can't we just sit down and talk? "
"Can you understand what I'm saying?"
"Even if you don't understand, you should squeak!"
"Hey, is this a game to test your willpower? Whoever closes their eyes first loses?"
Roland tried to communicate with them, but he didn't get any response.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel that the demon's chest was rising and falling more rapidly, and the huge eyeball was gradually trembling.
Was this the side effect of staring at him? Could it be that they could only stare at him and see whose eyes would ache first? How could this be considered dangerous? Even if he came here alone, it wouldn't be a problem.
He rolled his eyes and was about to stop this boring staring contest when a group of black tentacles suddenly appeared in the painting!
Like snakes, they pounced on the demon and the eyeball and tied them up tightly.
"What … the hell is this?" Roland couldn't help but be stunned.
The demon finally moved. It grabbed the throne tightly and let out a series of strange sounds! Flames and transparent sharp blades suddenly appeared around it, fighting with the tentacles. However, the number of tentacles was astonishing, and the seemingly soft little hand at the end could easily break the weapons summoned by the opponent.
The demon seemed to be fighting with an invisible strong enemy, and its screams became more and more intense. Even Roland could feel the tension in its tone. As a bolt of lightning burst out from the armor, the tentacles finally stepped back and loosened their grip on the demon. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the demon staggered up from the seat and ran out of the scope of the huge painting without looking back. In its panic, it even broke a part of the armrest of the throne.
The Giant Eye was not any better. Several tentacles had already pierced into its eyeball, and just looking at it was painful. Light blue liquid trickled out of the pierced part, as if it was crying. Instead of making strange sounds like the demon, the Giant Eye constantly shot out dazzling light from its three pupils, blocking most of the tentacles.
Suddenly, all the pupils of the Giant Eye opened at the same time, and a looming wave suddenly rushed towards the huge painting. Roland suddenly felt a stinky smell on his face, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. The tentacles also loosened their entanglement on the eyeball, and the eyeball quickly slid back to where it came from, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye. At the same time, the blue waves of the sea above his head were rapidly darkening, and it seemed that the view was sinking. After a while, he couldn't see any light at all.
"Uh … that's it?"
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