News came from the lower connecting area that the 'pollution' in the containment area had finally subsided.
Some people died in the deep and winding corridors, some were temporarily driven out and imprisoned in more secure rooms, some were rescued, and some continued to guard the key junctions in the lower level.
Archbishop Semler's brows relaxed a little when he heard the latest news, but then he heaved a heavy sigh.
"The good news is that the chaos in the underground palace has been quelled. All the key passages are back in our hands, and all the missing people have been identified. In theory, there shouldn't be any more polluters in the underground palace." Looking back, Semler said to Magnum beside him, "The bad news is that many people were injured, and the people who participated in the battle also showed varying degrees of mental pollution. Although these superficial mental pollution has not reached the level of being brainwashed into believers of the upper-level narrators, who knows when it will suddenly worsen."
"Separate the contaminated and uncontaminated people. The contaminated will rest in the room with the 'deep-sea runes'. The effect of the runes has been tested and can be relied on," Magnum said with a hint of exhaustion. "Now there is no condition to separately house each contaminated and send someone to look after them. That's all we can do. Maintain until dawn … Everything will be fine. "
"Some of the recovered psionic choir members can help to comfort the mentally damaged compatriots." Venti also came over. "I have almost recovered."
"Archbishop Wendy, the others are fine, but you should take a rest." Urey shook his head. "You've lost a lot of blood, and you've broken through the encirclement all the way from the containment area. It's not suitable for you to comfort others in your current state."
Venti smiled bitterly and shook her head. "There will be plenty of time to rest in the future, but if I don't do my best tonight … there will be no 'future'."
Magnum looked at Archbishop Semler. "What's the situation on the surface?"
"There is no accident on the surface. This is the only good news." Semler rubbed his eyebrows. "Only two groups of dream control teams have encountered polluters, but they were quickly dealt with. The rest of them continue to patrol the Aurandale area. The dream blockade in the Aurandale area will continue until sunrise."
Yuri turned his head. "What about the dream control in the underground palace?"
"Do you think that in this situation …" Saemler looked around the tense hall with a helpless expression. "Will anyone fall asleep tonight?"
But soon he nodded and added, "Don't worry, I've arranged for surveillance and patrolling personnel to ensure that none of the priests and Knight in the underground palace will enter the dream. After all, the Narrator of the upper level is a 'god' that operates by relying on dreams. As long as we can achieve absolute control over dreams, even if we can't completely restrain him, we can at least cause enough trouble for his arrival … "
"I only hope that our efforts will work," Yuri said to himself. "I hope that the extraterritorial wanderers and Archbishop Selena can get rid of that 'god' as soon as possible …"
"I hope everything goes well for them …" Magnum muttered. He then took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He looked up at the dome of the hall and tried to calm his restless mind.
In his line of sight, between the pillars hanging down from the dome of the hall, huge, transparent spider limbs swept across them, as if they were weaving something, or as if they were climbing on an invisible web.
Magnum's eyes widened in an instant.
…
In the desolate space shrouded in darkness, Gwen and Selena came to the shattered remains of the Narrator of the upper level.
The wreckage was quickly dissipating, as if it was only an illusory illusion, a dream that was waking up.
However, after the "death" of the god who had created the dreamscape, the darkness around Selina and Gawain was still the same. The strange state of Sandbox No. 1 was still the same, and the power of the narrator was still the same!
"The divine part of the upper level is probably continuing to carry out its plan," Gwen quickly said to Selena. "This is just another layer of the battlefield that it weaves."
The lantern in Selena's hand emitted a brighter light than before. The light shone on the dissipating spider deity's limbs and on the grassland in the distance in the darkness. However, no matter where it extended, the dark chaos in the distance always maintained the same distance and state, and there was no trace of the outside world!
"Can you destroy this layer of 'curtain'?" She looked at Gwen, and there was a little urgency in her voice. "Just like how you destroyed Nim Sanjo's curtain before."
Before Selena spoke, Gwen had already sensed the boundary of this dark space and the information entry point. He frowned and said in a serious tone, "I have already started to try, but I'm afraid I can't make it in time. It takes a long time to prepare to destroy the curtain weaved by the upper level narrator. When I did it with Nim Sanjo, I prepared for almost the whole day … "
Selena's hand that was holding the lantern tightened subconsciously, and then she suddenly frowned slightly. "Did you … hear anything?"
"What sound?" Gwen was startled for a moment, and then he began to listen.
In the dark, desolate space, there seemed to be a faint, illusory sound that really seemed to resound —
Gawain listened carefully and tried to discern what was being said. The voices were like layers upon layers of sleep-talking, as if countless people were murmuring in their sleep. Half a minute later, he finally heard that it was hundreds and thousands of people murmuring at the same time.
"To the upper level narrator, to our omniscient and omnipotent Lord …"
"It's prayer," Gwen said in a low voice. "A lot of prayers … but I don't know where they are coming from …"
"Prayers?" Selena said in amazement. "The residents of this world should have disappeared. Who is still praying to the upper level narrator?"
…
"I saw it again!" Magnum's sudden loud voice attracted the attention of half of the hall. "I saw a transparent spider limb flying from the ceiling!"
"Everyone, put up your mental defenses. Nightmare Mentors and bishops, take care of the technical priests!" Archbishop Semler immediately shouted, and then looked up at the ceiling, but just like last time, he still saw nothing.
But no one dared to underestimate Magnum's warning, and no one could figure out this strange situation.
"We can't see it," Yuri quickly scanned the entire hall and suddenly turned to Magnum. "Can you still see it? Where is it? "
"Just now, it passed through the air again. It's an almost transparent limb. A very large spider is weaving a web here, an invisible web." Magnum looked up at the empty dome of the hall. His eyes darted around, as if he was chasing a prey that no one could see. "Damn it … I'm 100% sure that it really exists!"
"It's the upper level narrator. It is exerting influence on the real world. It is breaking through the 'box,'" Semler said quickly. "We have a loophole here … Magnum, what else can you perceive?"
Magnum chased the transparent and illusory spider's trajectory, but he could only see the increasingly solid limb. As a mortal, he could not lock on to the power of a god. His brows knitted tightly, and he could not help but clench his fists. Obviously, this situation was not something that could be solved by a psionic storm.
"Semler, are you sure no one has entered the dream here? No one is praying to the upper level narrator in the dream? "He suddenly turned his head, his short red hair almost stood up, and his eyes were frighteningly serious.
"I'm sure. I have checked every corner, every priest, every Knight, even every servant and entourage, and every village and town on the surface," Semler said quickly. "And —"
"Archbishop!" A voice from the control panel interrupted Saemler's words. A technician suddenly woke up from the connected state and exclaimed, "The time iteration of Sandbox No. 1 has been turned off from the inside. The flow of time in the sandbox is synchronized with the real world!"
Semler's eyes widened. "What?!"
"It's the upper level narrator," Yuri quickly reacted. "He wants to enter the real world … so he must synchronize the time in the sandbox with the real world. The time iteration used to be a 'tool' for his rapid growth, but now it has become an obstacle, so he has shut it off!"
"He is seizing authority …" 'Lingge' Venti's face turned paler. At the same time, she also felt that something in her spiritual world was breaking through the suppression and becoming active again. "The pollution is fighting back …"
Yuri frowned and tried his best to find a possible loophole. Suddenly, his eyes froze.
He finally realized a key that everyone might have overlooked.
"Archbishop Semler, there may be a huge loophole in our dream control …" The middle-aged man looked at Semler with a slightly pale face. "Have you checked the hall of computing nodes?"
"You mean those …" Semler finally reacted. "Impossible. They no longer have dreams, and someone is guarding there. It was just confirmed an hour ago —"
"Archbishop Semler," Wendy interrupted Semler. The singer's expression was extremely ugly, and she said word by word, "Those people … are also people."
"Damn it! Damn it! How could we make such a stupid mistake! "
Magnum suddenly cursed loudly and ran to the heavy gate at the other end of the hall. Yuri, Semler, and Venti followed him after a brief moment of shock.
They came to the special isolation door. Semler pulled the call rope on the door. The bell rang from the other side of the door, but the guard did not respond.
The archbishops' hearts instantly sank.
"Open the door by force," Magnum said immediately and put his hand on a crystal device next to the gate. "Yuri, Semler, activate the other three runes."
No one hesitated. Three hands pressed on the rune crystal that was used for emergency unlocking. As magic power was injected into the crystal, the creaking sound of the magic device operating came from the isolation door that was not allowed to be opened under normal circumstances. After that, the heavy isolation door finally retreated to both sides.
Several Psionic Knight guards and a bishop who was responsible for guarding the door were sitting quietly in the communication room. They looked like they were asleep.
Probably the sound of the door opening had shaken the communication room. A Psionic Knight's helmet suddenly fell to the ground, exposing the hole in the armor. There were only disgusting flesh mixed with gray ashes.
With just a glance, Magnum had already identified the cause of death. "Their brains were burned …"
A few seconds later, they opened the second door leading to the inner hall.
In the dimly lit inner hall, hundreds of platforms were neatly arranged. Nerve cables and life-support tubes extended from the edge of the platforms and converged on each node pillar. And on each platform, there were figures in deep sleep who were responsible for providing computing power to Sandbox No. 1.
Those Brain Servants, who had begun to dry up, were lying there motionless. If one looked through the observation window in the outer hall, they would not see anything strange at all. However, their lips were slightly moving, opening and closing in a very small range.
Hundreds and thousands of murmurs converged into a single voice in the hall.
"To the upper narrators, to our omniscient and omnipotent Lord …"
Semler, who was standing at the door, felt cold all over.
He muttered to himself, "Theoretically, they should not have the ability to dream …"
Venti shook her head. "No, they can dream … The whole sandbox world is their dream …"
Magnum took two steps into the "computing node hall" where the Brain Servants were. He raised his hands high, but the next second, he put them down.
He could not use Psionic Storm, and he could not even kill any of the Brain Servants … The upper narrators had taken shape and had found the coordinates of the real world. Physical destruction could only delay their arrival. And if the Brain Servants died and the sandbox disappeared, the god was likely to immediately break free from the shackles of this place and arrive anywhere in this world. At that time, all hope of turning the tables would be lost.
What was more, the wanderers and Archbishop Selena were still "inside".
The wanderers might not die because of this, but that was the most terrible thing. It meant that those who survived … would not only have to face the upper narrators who had escaped, but also the wrath of another existence that was close to God.
Everyone understood this point and thought of this point.
Magnum's eyes moved between the Brain Servants lying on the platform. Some of them were shriveled, and had been lying here for many years. Some of them were still like ordinary people, and were obviously "new members" in the past few years. Some of the platforms were empty because the "lost" Brain Servants had not had time to replenish them. Some of the platforms were mottled and old, as if they had been used for a long time …
Magnum suddenly took a breath and slowly walked to one of the empty platforms.
Venti called out from behind. "Archbishop Magnum, what are you doing?"
Magnum did not look back. He just shrugged and said, "Perhaps, it's time for one of us to lie down …"
Yuri was shocked and quickly stepped in front of Magnum. "Think carefully! This is a deep-seated parasitic nerve, and it is irreversible! "
Magnum glanced at Yuri in front of him and reached out to push him away. With a free and easy smile on his face, he said, "I looked directly at that 'god', Yuri, and that is also irreversible.
"Those runes did not heal my spirit. I can still see those transparent limbs even now. You and I both know that I can't turn back."
He walked past Yuri, who was speechless, and left Venti and Semler behind him. He came to an empty platform and slowly lay down.
The automatic nerve cords and biochemical tissues immediately wriggled on their own and moved along the edge of the platform, approaching Magnum.
Magnum looked around and suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. "Perhaps, we shouldn't have taken this path in the first place …"
Amid the wriggling sound of the nerve cords, Semler came to the side of the platform. He looked at Magnum lying there with a complicated expression, but in the end, he did not say anything to dissuade him. He only asked calmly, "Any last words?"
"… No last words, but when you see His Holiness the Pope later, help me brag about it."
"Okay."
The nerve cords spread to the back of Magnum's head, and the scalp-numbing sound of flesh and blood fusing sounded in the darkness.
Yuri also came to the side of the platform and looked at his old friend of many years. "Do you have anything to say to me?"
Magnum looked at Yuri and slowly grinned. He raised his right hand bit by bit and slowly but firmly showed his middle finger.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time …"
Magnum's hand slowly fell down.
After a short delay, all the Brain Servants in the hall stopped their sleep talking.
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