Night fell, and the seemingly endless wind in the wasteland had calmed down. Under the urging of a strange buzzing sound, Gwen, who was in a deep sleep, suddenly opened his eyes.
He saw an undulating and decaying land extending before his eyes. The strange aurora and starlight sprinkled on the land, and the cold and dry air was filled with a rust-like smell. He, who was supposed to be lying on the bed in the base, was now standing in this strange and vast world.
There was no one around.
Gwen frowned. He first quickly observed his surroundings, and then vaguely realized what had happened. This could be a dream, or some kind of mental projection effect.
Was this the work of the Eternal Sleeper?
Gwen looked down at himself and found that he had put on a full set of armor, but the familiar Pathfinder sword was not in his hand. He clenched his empty fist, and with a thought in a familiar way, a black longsword appeared out of thin air and landed in his palm.
This was indeed the spiritual world created by the Eternal Sleeper, but it did not seem to be a mental network, nor was it somewhere in the "City of Dreams".
Curiosity and surprise mixed in his heart, but Gwen did not feel panic. This was not the first time he had dealt with the power of the Eternal Sleeper, and he could naturally sense his current situation. He turned his thoughts and found that his mind was still clear, and he was in a state where he could leave the dream at any time, and in his spiritual perception, he did not find any malicious or "gaze" that was watching him. This seemed to mean that … he was not pulled in, but "accidentally"?
He paid attention to the scenery in his field of vision, and was alert of the changes in the dream, and guessed what might have happened. He clearly remembered that he should be sleeping in a room in the base, and before he fell asleep, he had not connected to the mental network. So, it was very likely that he had "accidentally" broken into a mental channel belonging to the Eternal Sleeper after he fell asleep. He had the spiritual imprint of the Eternal Sleeper, and he had mastered the Eternal Sleeper's secret technique, so it was very likely that something similar had happened. But … this was the front line of the wasteland!
Why would there be a mental channel built by the Eternal Sleeper so close to the Gondor wasteland? Could it be that those cultists who were immersed in dreams were also thinking about the wasteland?
Such thoughts flashed through Gwen's mind. He then began to carefully expand his senses, trying to find the true body of the Eternal Sleeper hidden in this space, hoping to capture a mind to interrogate. But just as he began to do so, several auras suddenly appeared and made him stop.
The strange aurora and starlight in the sky suddenly condensed together and sprinkled down a few clear light beams. In this clear light beam, three figures gradually emerged.
Gwen quickly manipulated the power to change the dreamscape, making his figure and scent disappear into the air. But he did not think that his hasty disguise could fool the other party. In the mental network, he had built a perfect backdoor access system for himself. Naturally, he could do whatever he wanted. But that did not mean that his secret technique of the Eternal Sleeper was that powerful. Once he left the mental network and came to a new network with invalid access, he had no confidence that he could beat the real Eternal Sleeper in terms of 'technology'.
He only wanted to temporarily interfere with the other party's judgment, and then wait for an opportunity to strike.
He may not be a match for the real Eternal Sleeper in terms of 'technique', but he was good at 'brute force'.
But surprisingly, the three figures did not react. They did not even realize that Gwen was lurking not far away, and after coming to this space, they showed signs of discomfort. They all rubbed their foreheads and muttered in a low voice.
It was as if they were three lousy newbies.
Seeing this, Gwen immediately suppressed the urge to strike and carefully observed the situation in front of him.
The three figures were all female. One of them was a human woman wearing a green priest's robe, but all religious symbols were erased from her clothes. Her appearance was quite outstanding but distant. The other two were a pair of elven sisters who looked almost identical.
Their clothes and temperament were very different from the Eternal Sleeper Gwen had seen before …
No, they should not be the Eternal Sleeper at all!
Gwen did not sense the mental fluctuations of the Eternal Sleeper from the three figures at all. Instead, he found that their connection with this space was fragile and unstable, as if they were people who did not have any knowledge of Dreamscape at all and used some kind of magic device to forcibly connect in. Are these three 'visitors'?
Gwen guessed the identity of the three figures. While he was guessing, the human woman of the three figures suddenly spoke. "Why haven't they appeared yet? Are you sure it's this time?"
The moment the voice entered his ears, Gwen's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He had an impression of it in his memory! He seemed to have heard this voice before!
In the next second, he realized that the sense of familiarity did not come from himself, but from Gwen Cecil's memory. The woman who spoke was someone Gwen Cecil knew!
But when he took a closer look at the woman, he only saw an unfamiliar face. In Gwen Cecil's memory, there was no familiar face that matched the woman's face.
He did not have time to think about who the woman was, because the pair of elven sisters who looked almost identical spoke in unison. "Wait a minute. They are trekking on the wasteland. They can't always arrive at their destination on time."
Trekking on the wasteland?
Gwen once again caught a word that caught his attention. Almost as soon as the elven sisters finished speaking, he suddenly sensed a new presence entering this' space '.
This time, there was no light falling from the sky, but at the edge of the vast open space, a cloud of smoke and dust suddenly rose. In the midst of the smoke and dust, several skinny figures staggered out.
Gwen looked at them, and under the starlight and aurora, he saw the new figures clearly. They were a few 'people' in black robes, but their appearance was almost inhuman. Their skin was dry and wrinkled, and their surface was covered with bark-like patterns. There were no eyeballs in their sunken eye sockets, but two dim yellow lights were embedded in them. They also had hands and feet, but when they walked, they were as stiff and ridiculous as puppets. They staggered to the front of the three women, and from under their black robes, there was a strange sound that sounded like dry branches rubbing against each other.
Gwen stood not far away, staring at the strange figures, and his heart was full of doubts. What are these 'things'? Could it be that … trekking on the wasteland is referring to them?
Hao Ren subconsciously lowered his presence again. Although the other party did not seem to notice him, he was still afraid that his carelessness would ruin this coincidental 'sighting'. His intuition told him that what he saw was probably part of the truth about the cultists who were circling the wasteland!
At this time, the woman who spoke first spoke again. "I thought you guys wouldn't come today."
"We are in the wasteland, and it is difficult to judge time and distance," one of the shriveled 'people' in black robes said. "I hope we are not too late."
"Not too long. I still have the patience," the woman in the priest's robe said. "How is the situation in the wasteland?"
"The winds of the wasteland are as usual. The only change is that there is a group of outsiders reinforcing the barrier at the border … Not worth worrying about."
"Still be cautious. During this time, try not to get close to the border, especially the northern border. There is a very troublesome person reinforcing the barrier in the southeast of Ansu."
Gwen thought for a moment and felt that the 'troublesome person' was referring to himself.
He felt that he had a rough idea of who these people were.
He really did not expect that after losing the 'Dark Bridge', they were actually using the telepathic connection technology of the Eternal Sleepers to maintain a connection with the wasteland … And those shriveled figures in black robes … were the 'spies' of the Doom Cult in the wasteland?
Who the hell are they … or what are they? How can they live in the Great Wall?
Gwen could not help but look at the shriveled figures in black robes. The leader spoke in a hoarse voice. "We will be careful. How's the progress on your side?"
"The information you provided was a great help, but the abomination mutagen showed an unusually high activity, causing the mutant's ability to respond to orders and maintain sanity to decline. We need to confirm if this is a normal phenomenon caused by the difference in the environment inside and outside the wasteland, or if there is a mistake in the information you provided. "
"There is no problem with the information we provided," one of the black-robed figures said. "But that is the original information of the wasteland environment. You should indeed make adjustments to the environment outside the wasteland. For this, we can help. "
The woman in the priest's robe nodded solemnly. "That is for the best. The Grand Patriarch will remember your contribution, and no one will forget your efforts and sacrifices in the wasteland."
The leader of the black-robed figures seemed to pull out a stiff smile, and a hoarse voice came from his dry throat. "This is the sacrifice that should be made as a martyr, Madam Bertilla Augustus."
"I no longer use that surname." The woman immediately frowned. "You should know."
"… Ah, sorry, I forgot. The environment of the wasteland makes it difficult for us to concentrate … "
Not far away, Gwen suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Bertilla Augustus!!
He knew this name, he 'remembered' this name, and he finally knew why he felt that the woman's voice was familiar after hearing it!!
And at this moment, he also remembered that he had heard the name 'Bertilla' from Pitman before. But at that time, he thought it was just a duplicate name, because similar names were not uncommon in the northern region or the northwestern region of Typhon. But now he suddenly realized … this' Bertilla 'was the one in his memory.
Bertilla Augustus, the sister of the founder of Typhon, Roland Augustus.
And the recognized saint of the northern Druil seven hundred years ago.
She is still alive today?!
In this intense shock, Gwen finally lost control of his own aura, and in a brief moment, his carefully hidden aura leaked out a little.
Nonetheless, it was that split second of exposure that alerted the two elven sisters who had been silent all this while as if they were guards or sentinels. "Something's wrong —" they warned in unison. "Cut off contact!"
There was no way to hide anymore.
Gwen immediately made a judgment and realized that even if he escaped now, he had already greatly alerted the cultists. They knew that their communication had been eavesdropped, and that their secret had been exposed.
I must not let them know that my secret was exposed to Gwen Cecil!
At this moment, Gwen made a decision. He realized that this spiritual space was not created by the Eternal One, but the cultists were using some kind of 'friendly sponsorship' device to communicate. So he did not hesitate to create a new image for himself, and then dispelled his invisibility and strode forward.
Bertilla Augustus looked in shock at the tall and familiar figure that appeared in the air. Even she could not help but exclaim. "… Brother?!"
But she quickly reacted. "No … Who are you?!"
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