Heavy rain poured down, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled. The cold wind from the northern cold zone splashed on the castle spire with the same cold rain. On this day, the most prestigious and oldest people in the Kant Hill all had the same dream. They dreamt that time seemed to go back to 30 years ago, to the same stormy night. Their young, strong, just, and benevolent lord was driving a carriage back to the town. Not far in front of the carriage was the tall and majestic outer wall and the high tower of the Kant Castle. Everything was shrouded in the mist and darkness caused by the rain. The carriage galloped on the endless road like a dream that could not be woken up.
Gawain walked along the deep and long underground corridor. This corridor led to the north tower of the castle. The soldiers who were supposed to be guarding this corridor were sprawled on their posts. They still had breath, but their spirits had been separated from this world and entered a dreamscape that was difficult to wake up from. At the same time, this dreamscape had also broken free from the shackles of illusion. It extended its tentacles into the real world, leaving a distorted projection of itself in the real world formed by matter.
The mottled stone walls were covered with moss. The moss kept peeling off, revealing the decayed and deformed wall underneath. The space-time logic in the corridor seemed to have lost its order at this moment. The scene in the dream and the scene in the real world alternated in the same place. The magic crystal lamps inlaid on the wall also flickered, casting an eerie light on the ancient oil paintings between the lamps.
Boom!
A clap of thunder pierced through the sky. The underground corridor, which originally had a thick ceiling and was completely sealed off, was illuminated as bright as day by the lightning. Huge cracks had appeared on the dark ceiling at some point in time, and between the cracks, one could see the dark sky and torrential rain pouring down from the sky.
Gawain looked up. Through the ceiling of the corridor, he could vaguely see the entire upper half of the North Tower floating in the sky. The shattered boulders and the roof were suspended in the rainy night as though they had no gravity at all. They spun around with the howling wind, scattering pieces of broken bricks and rubble as they collided with each other.
He ignored all of this and walked straight through the long corridor that was filled with wind and rain. The uncertain raindrops sprinkled on his body, sometimes drenching him, and sometimes disappearing. Every time he observed, the results were different.
The heavy oak door finally appeared in front of him. It was exactly the same as the one he had seen in the dream. Gao Wen reached out his hand, but before his fingers could touch the door, a shadow beside the door suddenly wriggled, and Amber's figure condensed and took shape. "Hey! Gwen, you're here! "
Gwen looked at Amber. "Have you found the lantern?"
"I've only touched here. I can already feel the obvious magic fluctuation here, but no matter how hard I try, I can't open the door!" Amber's tone sounded particularly depressed. Apparently, she was full of confidence before, but as a thief, she could not open the door, and her confidence..
"Can't open the door?" Gwen frowned. He looked back in the direction he came from, and found that the strange corridor had now returned to normal. The broken walls and roof were closed again, and there was no more wind and rain in the corridor. There was no mottled moss or fallen bricks, and the oak door at the end of the corridor was in a solid state. Although old, it was tightly sealed.
Gwen looked at Amber. "When you were here, did you see the rain in the corridor?"
The half-elf was confused. "Rain? How can it rain in the corridor? "
"Seems like you're still in the dream." Gwen understood. "The door in the dream is sealed, and you can't open it no matter what."
As he said, he looked at the oak door, then closed his eyes slightly, and recalled the knowledge and power he had obtained from the mind fragment of the Cult of the Eternal Sleeper. "Only when you open the door in the real world, you will see the true appearance of this castle."
He opened his eyes again. The cold wind and rain were howling in the corridor. The dark stone ceiling was covered with a series of cracks, and moss was crawling all over the walls. The oak door was old and mottled, and it looked like it had been in disrepair for a long time.
With a gentle push, the door opened.
Amber's eyes widened the moment the oak door was pushed open. She finally saw the same thing in Gwen's vision.
The half-elf exclaimed. "How … how did it become so dilapidated?!"
Gwen shook his head. "Because this place has not been repaired for 30 years."
Then, he walked in front and brought Amber with him into the place that maintained the illusion.
The cellar space behind the oak door was well-preserved. The tower on the upper floor sheltered the heavy rain from the sky. The noise around suddenly faded away, and the whole world seemed to be quiet.
In the dim space, the light of a lantern suddenly lit up, and the warm light dispelled the darkness. In the light, a female figure in a white dress appeared.
Behind her was the stone hall that Gwen saw in the dream, and a large number of stone pillars like the one in the dream supported the entire cellar. Each stone pillar was flashing with countless shimmering runes.
"Madam Lilith Kant." Gwen looked at her quietly. "It's time to wake up."
"My lord, you shouldn't have come to this place." Lilith's eyes were full of sadness. "It would be better if you just pretend that nothing happened."
Gwen shook his head slightly. "But it has happened. You are just fooling yourself by indulging in this dream. What the Eternal Sleepers gave you is not a good medicine at all. You should know very well that they are just borrowing your hand to draw power. What they gave you is just an illusion."
"But I am willing to believe it, and it is real!" Lilith Kant suddenly became emotional. "I'm going to succeed, I've succeeded! As long as you don't come, as long as I keep hypnotizing myself, I will … I will … "
Gwen loudly interrupted the woman who had fallen into madness 30 years ago. "You will never succeed, because the dream power that the Eternal Sleepers gave you has a congenital defect — the dream creator is always awake! This is also the congenital defect that the Eternal Sleepers can't solve themselves! "
Lilith Kant's expression froze for a moment. "How … how do you know?"
"Because I devoured an Eternal Sleeper and got his knowledge and memory."
Lilith Kant's figure shook uncontrollably. "So … you know the truth here?"
"No." Gwen shook his head. "Although I got the knowledge and memory of the Eternal Sleeper, I was indeed deceived by this' Real Dreamland 'when I first came here. Unfortunately, you left too many loopholes, so I was able to realize the truth little by little.
"There are many old books in Viktor Kant's study. The latest book was collected 30 years ago.
"Regarding the accident 30 years ago, the people in the estate and the castle are in a state of vague memory, and the two groups of people have completely different perceptions about the 'Viscount's wife'.
"Viscount Kant seems to be the one in charge of the entire castle, but every time it comes to something related to you, he shows obvious dullness and confusion. This is because you are worried that he will realize that he is only living in a dream, so you set up a tight mental lock for him.
"But that's not the biggest loophole. It's the lantern in your hand. I'm afraid no one in this world knows its origin, but I know it. I gave that lantern to a friend as a gift seven hundred years ago. Its function is to allow the 'Dream Weaver' to maintain his or her sense of self and find his or her way in the controllable dream world. In other words, the person holding the lantern is the one who really controls the dream world!"
Amber, who had been standing by the side in a daze for a long time, finally understood the whole thing. She immediately opened her mouth wide and raised her hand to point at Lilith Kant who was not far away. "So … So 30 years ago …"
"Yes, 30 years ago, Viscount Kant and Master Belm really died. When the carriage fell down the mountain stream, they died on the spot. And the Viscount's wife, who went crazy on the fourth day and drank poison and died, was the one who survived. This dream was not created by Viscount Kant to recall his lover. On the contrary, it was the Viscount's wife who accepted the power of the Eternal Sleeper and reshaped her husband in the dream. She even let her husband be the lord of this dream castle for 30 years and govern the estate for 30 years! "
"He governed the estate very well! He managed the castle very well! Even if this is a dream, why can't this dream last! " Lilith Kant's voice suddenly became sharp. Her beautiful face was quickly filled with hatred and madness, and the lantern that emitted a soft halo was suddenly covered with a layer of lavender light that reminded people of starlight. The power provided by the Eternal Sleeper allowed this woman to maintain her youth for 30 years, but now it was finally time for the cult's spell to pay the price. A second ago, she was still controlling the lantern, and the next second, she had become the lantern's servant. "Why did you come to destroy all of this! Why did you come to wake up the sleeping person! If you didn't come … if you didn't come … everything would be perfect forever! "
A huge and twisted black shadow formed behind the Viscount's wife. The shadow flickered with colorful starlight. It suddenly condensed a sharp claw from the illusion and pierced toward Gwen's chest. The voice from the shadow overlapped with Lilith Kant's voice, "What good will it do you to destroy all of this!?"
Gwen raised his hand, and the Pathfinder's longsword was already in front of the chaotic claw. "You used the lives of thousands of people to maintain all of this, and it is about to threaten everyone on this land, so destroying it is the greatest benefit for me!"
At the same time, in the ruins behind the main building of the castle, Knight Philip raised his longsword high and then slashed down hard.
The castle was making a terrible sound behind him. A low rumbling sound kept coming from the direction of the north tower. Although the main body of the castle was still intact and stable, the entire north tower gradually fell apart in the night sky, turning into fragments floating in the dark night. Moreover, huge bricks and roofs were constantly disintegrating and disappearing in the violent wind and rain.
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