Moonlight that should not have appeared shone into the dark plains. In the center of the world that had long ended, the Narrator of the Upper World lay quietly on a spiral hill, its divine limbs still clinging tightly to the rocks formed from the fragments of history. The clear moonlight shrouded the divine creature like a veil, and the bright moon hung right above the hill.
Gawain raised his head and looked at the giant spider.
It seemed to have died on the way to chasing the moonlight.
Of course, it was not the moonlight that it was chasing. This sandbox world, like the reality outside, did not have a 'moon.' But its posture of clinging to the hill and dying … it did look like it was chasing something.
Magnum looked up. The limbs of the narrator of the upper level blocked the moonlight and cast a huge shadow around him. The irritable red-haired bishop squinted slightly. "Ahem … it's spectacular …"
"We have come to the real side of the world … but what should we do next?" Yuri could not help but ask. "The narrator of the upper level is dead. Do we have to kill it again after it is resurrected?"
"Its body is indeed here. But think of the 'curtain' that has deceived us all, and think of the spiders that attacked us," Gwen said slowly. "The life and death of a god is a far more complicated concept than that of a mortal. It may be dead, but in a certain dimension, on a certain level, its influence is still alive …"
Gawain was very vague because there were some things that even he was not sure about. However, he did have some guesses about the "life and death of the gods." The gods in the real world had also "died." The battle records of the God-slaying Fleet and the corpses of the gods in the deep sea and in the Disobedient Fortress could not be faked. However, the gods still returned again and again and responded to the prayers of the believers again and again. This was enough to explain one thing:
Even if a god was dead and its body was in front of you, it was still alive on a certain level.
Selena also looked up and cautiously observed the wreckage of the giant spider. She frowned slightly. "It seemed that it was protecting something before it died."
Gwen followed Selena's line of sight and looked up. He saw thick spiderwebs entwined between the Narrator's limbs, and between the gaps of the spiderwebs, there seemed to be something.
It looked like several "cocoons" made of cobwebs.
The Narrator seemed to be protecting the "cocoons". Some of its limbs were tightly tucked under its body.
"He is indeed protecting something …" Gwen frowned and stepped forward. "Perhaps the thing he is protecting is the key."
However, just as he was walking toward the spiral hill, an invisible wind suddenly blew across the barren plains. Gawain and the others stopped in their tracks subconsciously amidst the dust and debris that were swept up by the wind. When the wind subsided, a figure was already standing not far in front of them.
It was an old man in an old robe. He was tall and had white hair and a beard. He was holding an old lantern that seemed to have been used for a long time.
It was Duwalter, who claimed to be the priest of the Narrator.
Yuri and Magnum's expression instantly became solemn. At the same time, they noticed that the white-haired girl named "Naretil" did not seem to be beside the old man on the ground.
Duwalter walked out of the wind and his eyes immediately fell on Gwen.
"I'm very surprised," he said, looking at Gawain. His voice was no longer as kind and amiable as before. Instead, there was a sharp and hoarse tremor in his voice, as if his throat had long rotted, and his voice was resonating from his fragmented flesh. "I've never seen an individual like you … The information you brought almost tainted the entire story."
Gawain didn't respond. He just took a step forward, and a black longsword with a hint of dark red suddenly appeared in his hand. He took another step forward and put on the heavy armor that this body had worn on the battlefield seven hundred years ago.
"Very well, this way of 'talking' is more direct."
Duwalter, who was in tattered clothes, looked calmly at Gwen who had drawn his sword and stepped forward without saying a word. He then calmly threw away the lantern in his hand.
The flame in the lantern was instantly extinguished. However, at the moment the flame was extinguished, countless rising shadows suddenly spread out from Duart's aged body. Those shadows roared crazily and intertwined and expanded in the air. In the blink of an eye, they turned into a giant spider made of ashes, smoke, shadows, and dark red patterns. It was exactly the same as the Narrator of the Upper Echelon who died on Spiral Hill!
A strange roar sounded from the smoke as the black spider covered in divine patterns raised one of its limbs and blocked the blazing sword in Gwen's hand. Sparks flew between the sword and the limb as Duwalter's inhuman voice came from the spider's body. "Unfortunately, how can your sword that originates from reality fight against endless nightmares …"
Holding his sword tightly, Gawain calmly stared at the dark-red eyes flashing in the dust. Illusory glimmers spread on his blade. "What a coincidence. I'm also somewhat proficient in the field of dreams …"
Illusory flames soared on the surface of the Pathfinder's Sword. The seemingly indestructible spider limb a moment ago was cut in half in an instant. The enormous body of 'Duart' instantly moved to the side in an unbelievably agile way, dodging Gawain's next attack while letting out a series of inexplicable roars.
Gwen turned his wrist as the sword drew a semicircle beside him. The next second, he held the sword and attacked again. At the same time, he asked, "Are you the Narrator from the upper level? Or are you his avatar? A projection?
"Who is that girl called Naretil?
"God is dead … Then where does the presence here come from?"
Faced with Gawain's storm-like attacks, Duart, who had transformed into a spider, kept dodging and counterattacking as he muttered in a muffled voice, "Outsider … You sure have a lot of questions … You really have a lot of questions …
"Unfortunately, there are no answers in the nightmare!"
A layer of thick fog suddenly descended on the plain. The thick fog instantly blocked everyone's senses. In the darkness, they could only see the shadow of a huge spider moving quickly in the fog. Yuri opened his hands and kept drawing golden runes to strengthen everyone's mind. Magnum set off a powerful psychic storm, constantly dispelling the approaching mental pollution. Selena held a lantern in her hand as she vigilantly watched the changes in the fog while looking at Gwen's direction.
Gwen held the sword tightly as his eyes slowly swept across the thick fog. The shadow of a huge spider flashed in front of him, but he just calmly took half a step back and said without looking back, "Yuri, Magnum, both of you return to the real world."
…
Deep in the underground palace of the Eternal Sleeper's headquarters, the reception area at the bottom level was silent as if the entire palace had been shrouded in a peaceful sleep.
In a separate reception room near the assembly hall at the bottom level, 'Lingge' Venti, who had a gentle face and a quiet temperament, was sitting quietly on her bed as she stared at an almost transparent white spider that came out of nowhere. She watched it diligently weave a web in the corner and watched it run around on the ground.
Venti's face was calm, and her eyes were as still as water. It seemed that she had been staring like this for a century and planned to continue watching like this.
Suddenly, she blinked and raised her head as if she had just woken up from a dream.
On the opposite side of the bed, the siren runes engraved with magic materials were quietly emitting a faint light, emitting a strange power that made one's mind clear and sharpen one's mind.
Venti suddenly frowned.
Spider … Why would there be a spider in the reception area that was strictly controlled and cleaned?
The archbishop stood up and subconsciously came to the spider that was weaving a web in the corner. The latter was disturbed by her and quickly moved its long legs, climbing up the wall quickly and disappeared in front of Venti when it was halfway up.
Venti's face instantly became serious.
She quickly came to the iron door and knocked on it twice. "Mr. Guard, what's the situation outside?"
After a delay of one or two seconds, the muffled voice of a certain Spirit Knight came from outside the door. "Everything is normal outside, Archbishop Venti."
Venti frowned and quietly activated Spirit Vision. In the hazy vision brought by Spirit Vision, she saw the Spirit Knight in heavy helmet and armor standing in the corridor outside through the heavy metal door.
Although Venti was not good at fighting, she was more or less an archbishop-level cleric. The doors and walls in the reception area with protective effects could not completely block her prying.
"Mr. Guard." Venti's eyes flowed with a faint light. While looking at the figure in the corridor outside the door, she used a slightly stronger voice to ask softly, "Is everything really normal outside?"
"Everything is normal outside, Archbishop Venti."
The guard in heavy armor said in a muffled voice. However, in Venti's Spirit Vision, she clearly saw the guard slowly raise his right hand and place his palm horizontally in front of his chest, palm facing down!
The corruption of the Narrator from the upper levels?! When?!
Venti, who thought that she was the first "Spirit Song" to be taken in by the Narrator from the upper levels, suddenly widened her eyes and vaguely realized that everyone had been deceived by some kind of illusion. She pressed her hand on the cold metal door, and her eyes quickly froze.
It only took her two seconds to think.
The next moment, she turned around and pressed her body against the wall by the door. Her eyes were fixed on the runes with magical power on the opposite wall that could purify mental corruption. She said in a clear voice:
"To the Narrator from the upper levels, to our omniscient and omnipotent Lord —"
In the corridor outside the door, there was a slight sound of the guard's armor rubbing against each other as if he was listening attentively.
"My compatriot, open the door." Venti controlled her heartbeat and breathing and said calmly, "The time for the Lord to descend has come."
There was a moment of silence outside the door. Venti waited in this unbearable silence. Finally, she heard the voice of the Spirit Knight enter her ears. "I understand. Wait a moment. My compatriot, this is really good news. "
With the sound of metal rubbing against each other, Venti saw the iron door beside her slowly open. Then, a figure in silver armor walked in.
"My compatriot —" the figure said.
Venti suddenly reached out and grabbed one of the other party's arms. Then, with a tug, the tall guard was pulled into the air and smashed heavily into the wall beside her. The metal can like a full body armor made a loud sound that made one's teeth ache. Clang!
Then, without waiting for the other party to land, Venti went forward again and pressed the Spirit Knight, who still had some consciousness and the ability to retaliate, to the ground. She pulled the other party's helmeted head with both hands and forced the eyes covered by the double-sided armor to meet her gaze. She shouted in a low voice, "Watch me!
"Mind Intimidation!"
The strong and strong Spirit Knight with good mental resistance was unable to retaliate against the sudden attack of an archbishop at such a close distance. He almost instantly fainted.
After confirming that the guard was unable to retaliate, Venti released her hand and let the heavy helmet fall to the ground with a thud.
Then, she stood up and walked towards the corridor.
But just as she took a few steps and was about to step out of the door, she suddenly stopped.
The warning from the depths of her heart made her stop abruptly. She quickly recalled if she had forgotten something important.
The next second, she turned around and saw the mysterious runes on the wall that helped her break free from the mental corruption of the narrator.
She was not sure if she was still carrying the corruption. She was not even sure if she left the room because of her own will or because of something else.
After hesitating for a moment, Venti took a light breath and quickly made a decision.
I have to inform my compatriots in the upper district — the shelter has been corrupted!!
(Oh my god!!!!!)
(My energy is exhausted, and my food is peaceful …)
The double chapters are over, and I'll return to single chapters. Actually, I didn't save enough manuscripts this time. I've been writing and publishing the second chapter for the past two days. Today, my energy finally can't keep up … Thinking back, I've been writing for ten years, and my body has indeed deteriorated a lot compared to when I first entered the industry. I don't have enough energy, and the tenosynovitis seems to be about to act up again. I can only stop here.
I'll recuperate for a while, and then save up more manuscripts.
Finally, since I have nothing to do, I'll ask for monthly votes! I'll ask for this month's votes and next month's votes, just in case there's a chance.)
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