Gawain did not know what had happened to his soul, but he was sure that his soul had completely mutated at the moment of his transmigration. Otherwise, there was no other explanation as to how a person could still maintain his sanity after hanging in the sky for millions of years. Not only was his mind normal, but his memory was also clear. The terrifying amount of information and data that he had collected while looking down at the earth for millions of years could be stored in his memory without any loss or damage, and he could still read it accurately until now.
But one thing was for sure: the soul of the Cult of the Eternal Sleeper had not undergone such a transformation.
Going through hundreds of thousands or even millions of years of surveillance records in just a few seconds had a devastating effect on the soul of the Eternal Sleeper, who was still a mortal soul.
When the mind and soul of the Eternal Sleeper gradually collapsed into meaningless fragments, Gwen vaguely came into contact with some fragments of consciousness. The messy and fragmented data flowed into his mind and stirred up an almost imperceptible wave in his massive memory volume. If it were not for Gwen's concentration, he would not have noticed that he had plundered something from the remnant soul of the Eternal Sleeper. After carefully sensing it, he confirmed that it was the remnant memory of the Eternal Sleeper.
Unfortunately, the amount was very small, fragmented, and illogical. And because the mind of the Eternal Sleeper was chaotic, the memory was also filled with chaotic, irregular, distorted shadows and crazy imagination. Worse, because the Eternal Sleeper was intoxicated in dreams, the authenticity of the memory became indistinguishable. Gwen could not be sure how much of the images actually happened, and how much was imagined by the Eternal Sleeper in his dreams.
But based on the limited information that he could read, he understood the form of existence of the Eternal Sleeper before him.
The Eternal Sleeper seemed to have abandoned his physical body, or transformed his physical body into some horrible, inhuman form. He saw some crazy rituals in the Eternal Sleeper's memory. In the rituals, there were scenes of the Eternal Sleeper's body melting and the soul breaking out of the body. After that, there were scenes of the Eternal Sleeper wandering from one body to another, strolling in the dreams and memories of others.
This Eternal Sleeper seemed to have "ascended" his soul and thus possessed the terrifying ability to transfer between human minds.
Fortunately, this ascension ritual had a high requirement, and the other party had also revealed his position as a bishop in the entire cult. Therefore, there should be very few cultists with such a terrifying ability, and most of them would not be active in the modern world.
The chaotic space around him was still collapsing, and the power that supported its existence had receded. Before this' dream 'completely disappeared, Gwen seized the opportunity to focus his mind and search for valuable information in the remnant consciousness of the Cult of Eternal Rest.
…
In the ancient castle of Kant, Viktor Kant was hurriedly walking in the corridor leading to the lower floor of the castle. The light from the magic crystals illuminated the entire corridor, but beside the old viscount, the shadows were like some kind of constant decoration. His body cast a vague shadow on the floor, and the shadow stretched and changed shape with his hurried footsteps as if it had its own will.
The old viscount's eyes flashed with more and more illusory starlight. His footsteps became more and more hurried, and he even staggered a little. He came to the lower floor of the castle, and a rather heavy oak door stood in front of him.
Viscount Viktor stood in front of the door, and a hesitant and confused look appeared on his face as if there was something behind the door that attracted him, but he did not dare to open the door to verify it.
He hesitated for a little while before he finally put his hand on the door. But before he could push the door open, the door suddenly opened a wider gap.
A faint light leaked out from behind the door, and a long-haired woman wearing a white dress and carrying a lantern stuck half of her body out from the crack of the door. This was a woman who looked to be less than thirty years old. Her skin was white and her face was beautiful, but there was a faint hint of sickness in her. Her whole body revealed a kind of delicate temperament that made people feel pity for her. She held the lantern and looked at the viscount who was standing at the door with surprise and curiosity. She revealed a smile and said, "Dear, what's wrong? Do you want me to go out? "
"I … No, it's nothing." The old viscount hesitated for a moment, but the next second, all the absent-minded and worried expression disappeared from his face. He smiled as if nothing had happened and looked at his young wife in front of him. "It's okay. I'm just here to see you. There's still some time before the sun sets. Go back to sleep, and then wake up to have dinner with me. "
The exceptionally young viscount's wife bit her lip and whispered, "But dear, I'm not sleepy anymore."
"Be good, go back to sleep." The old viscount shook his head with a gentle smile on his face. "I'll come to you later."
The young viscount's wife blinked and seemed to be relieved. She nodded and took the lantern back to the door again. The heavy oak door slowly closed, and the creaking sound of the door axle could be heard in the empty castle corridor.
Viktor Kant stood at the door for a while, and his expression was blank for a moment. Then, he regained his usual calm and calm demeanor, and turned and walked in the direction he came from …
Near the eastern border of the Kingdom of Ansu, in an ancient and hidden cave, Bertilla, the matriarch of All Things Will Die Cult, suddenly widened her eyes.
As one of the 'foreign bishops' of the church who frequently contacted other cults, she had long been in spiritual contact with a few of the top echelons of the Eternal Sleepers. And this time, a bishop of the Eternal Sleepers had contacted Gwen Cecil rashly, which made her a little dissatisfied. But after all, it was a matter of other cults, and she had no right to interfere, nor could she stop it. So she could only wait for the bishop to complete the contact before asking if he had gained anything.
She believed that the bishop would have gained something. After all, today's Gwen Cecil was no longer in his prime. Seven hundred years of slumber had weakened his body and spirit, and a nightmare bishop with near-legendary strength would not be at a disadvantage in a spiritual contest with such a 'pseudo-legendary'.
But what she waited for was not news of the bishop's great success, but a wail from the bishop's soul, and a great fear transmitted through the spiritual contact.
Then, the mental reaction that belonged to the Eternal Sleepers disappeared, as if some terrible devourer had swallowed it and completely digested it.
Bertilla felt the great fear from the spiritual contact, as well as the surprise and panic hidden in the fear. But she could not imagine what was in Gwen Cecil's consciousness that could devour a bishop of the Eternal Sleepers, and even make him so terrified before his death. Those believers who were good at playing with people's hearts were experts in creating and enjoying nightmares. How could their minds be so weak?
In her confusion, Bertilla chose to visit a few other minds that were connected to her. They were the high-ranking members of the Eternal Sleep Congregation in Ansu, and also the ones who kept in touch with the fallen bishop of the Eternal Sleepers.
But after the spiritual contact was established, before she could ask, a nightmare bishop sent a message. "Bishop Roderick has fallen."
"He was devoured in the spiritual contact with Gwen Cecil," another nightmare bishop added.
"What happened?" Bertilla could not help but ask curiously. "Did he send out any message before he died?"
The internal spiritual connection between the Eternal Sleepers was much closer than the spiritual connection with outsiders. Bertilla did not hear any words from Bishop Roderick's mind before his death, but perhaps the other Eternal Sleepers who maintained the spiritual connection would know something.
The few minds in the spiritual connection were silent for a few seconds, and finally, a nightmare bishop replied. "He only had time to send out a sentence —"
The next second, the sentence that Roderick roared before he was devoured, and it carried a strong obsession and emotional imprint, exploded in Bertilla's mind.
"Don't pry into this non-human soul!"
…
Gwen opened his eyes and found himself still standing in the hut where the captives were held.
The mercenary leader, who was used as a springboard and a sacrifice by the Eternal Sleepers, was dead on the ground. The strong man was bleeding from all his orifices, and his whole head was red as if it had been boiled. There was even a slight steam coming out of it. His twisted expression was enough to show the terrible pain he had suffered before he died. The mercenary mage was still sitting next to him in a daze, as if he was unaware of what was happening next to him.
Heti, Pitman, Amber, and the rest were standing around him, and everyone was looking at him with nervous and concerned eyes.
"What's wrong?" Gwen shook his head to clear the remaining discomfort in his mind. He then let out a long breath. "Did I lose consciousness just now?"
"Ancestor, it's great that you're okay!" Heti finally let out a long breath. Cold sweat flowed from her forehead the moment she relaxed. She rushed up to Gwen to check on him. "Are you okay? Are you okay? Just now, that mercenary suddenly burst out with a burst of powerful magic, and then you stood there motionless. Every one of us was frightened! "
"I'm okay, I'm okay." Gwen comforted his granddaughter, who was a little angry, and then frowned. "How long did I lose consciousness?"
"Not long, probably only a few minutes." Pitman also wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. "Fortunately, you're okay. Otherwise, I'd be dead today. Someone would definitely say that I made a fake medicine and something went wrong."
Amber immediately glared at the little old man. "It really has nothing to do with the suspicious ointment and incense you made?"
"It has nothing to do with him." Gwen waved his hand. He was sure that the flow of time in the consciousness space was indeed different from the outside world. He felt that at least half a day had passed in there, but only a few minutes had passed in the outside world. "Just now, an Eternal Sleepers cult member tried to invade my mind."
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