Those 'poems' were neither sounds nor words. Instead, they appeared out of nowhere like 'thoughts' that popped up in one's head. It was a direct infusion of information. It was a 'super experience' beyond the few senses of human beings. Gawain was no stranger to such 'super experience'.
He was even very familiar with the poems themselves.
He had come into contact with the Voyager's relics more than once, and the first two times he came into contact with it were the Eternal Slate. The first time, he learned about the ancient deicidal war from the information carried by the slate, and the second time, the information he got from the Eternal Slate was the strange and obscure 'poems' that he had just heard!
In an instant, he fixed his eyes on the glowing area at the base of the Eternal Storm. He felt that something related to the Voyager's relics was establishing a connection with him, and that thing had probably been sleeping in the center of the storm for countless years. He tried to focus his attention and tried to stabilize the vague connection, but just as he was about to make some progress, Melita's scream suddenly came from the front.
"Ah — what's going on?"
With this short scream, the Giant Dragon, who was trying to fly past the center of the storm at an oblique angle, suddenly began to descend. Melita seemed to be pulled by a powerful force and began to plunge into the center of the storm at a thrilling angle, toward the most violent, chaotic, and dangerous direction of the cyclone!
"Whoa!!" Amber suddenly exclaimed and jumped more than a meter high. "What's going on? What's going on? Hey, don't fall!!"
"I don't know! I can't control it! " Melita shouted in front. She was trying her best to maintain her flying posture, but some invisible force was still dragging her down. The powerful Giant Dragon was like a helpless bird in front of this force. In the blink of an eye, she had fallen to a very dangerous height. "I can't! I can't control my balance … Everyone, hold on tight! We have to rush to the surface! "
"That's not what you said when you set off!" Hu Po jumped up and yelled. Then, she rushed to the nearest magic network terminal. She quickly pried open the cover of the device, and with unbelievable speed, she pried out the recording crystal in the base of the terminal. She cursed loudly as she held the crystal in her hand. Then, she turned and ran toward Gawain, shouting as she ran, "Help, help, help, help, help …"
Gwen reached out and tried to catch Amber who was jumping toward him. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Veronica had opened her hands and was summoning powerful holy light to build a shield to resist the impact. He saw the Giant Dragon 'wings sweeping backward in the storm, and the chaotic and violent air currents sweeping Melita's shaky protective barrier.. and continuous lightning intertwined in the distance, illuminating the dark silhouette of the clouds, and some bizarre scenes from the eye of the storm.
The scene he saw in his normal vision came to an abrupt end.
A chaotic light and shadow rushed toward him, like a broken mirror filling his vision. Under the severe interference of vision and spiritual perception, he could not distinguish the changes in the surrounding environment. He only felt that he seemed to have passed through a layer of 'boundary'. This boundary was like some kind of water curtain, cold and piercing to the soul. After crossing the boundary, the whole world suddenly quieted down.
The feeling of falling at an extremely fast speed disappeared. The whistling of the storm, the thunder, and the screams of Melita and Amber also disappeared. Gwen felt that his surroundings had become extremely quiet, and even space seemed to have stopped. His disturbed vision began to gradually recover, and the light and shadow slowly pieced together into a clear picture.
A murky sea appeared before him. In the middle of the sea, there was a huge vortex, and in the middle of the vortex stood a strange, steeple-like giant steel object. Countless huge figures of different shapes and sizes were emerging from the surrounding sea and air, as if besieging the 'steeple' in the middle of the vortex. Near the steeple-like steel object, there were countless figures of flying dragons circling and guarding, as if they were fighting against the ferocious and violent attackers.
And all of this was still.
The whole sea, including the strange 'steeple', the huge figures besieging the 'steeple', the guarding wyverns, and even every wave on the sea, every drop of water in the air, were all still in front of Gwen. A dark blue, as if there was a color imbalance, covered everything, making the place even more gloomy and strange.
After a short two seconds of shock, Gwen suddenly reacted. He quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at his side and feet.
Melita was also still. She was like an element in this huge static scene, and her body was also covered with a layer of dim color. Veronica was also still in the same place, maintaining the posture of opening her hands to summon the holy light, but there was no holy light surging around her. Amber was also still in the air, maintaining the posture of jumping over here.
Gwen subconsciously turned his neck.
He found that he was not still, and he was probably the only one who could still move here.
An indescribable sense of strangeness came from all directions. Gwen took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Then he looked up and saw that the whole sky was covered by a layer of hemispherical 'shell'. The shell hung high above his head like a broken mirror. Outside the shell, he could see a huge cyclone in a static state. A storm and upside down sea water were frozen in the cyclone, and further away, he could see lightning that seemed to be embedded in the cloud wall. Those lightning bolts were also static.
This was the center of the Eternal Storm, and also the bottom of the storm. This was a place that even Dragons like Melita did not know about.
This was the eye of the storm where time and space were still.
Gwen stood on the back of Melita in a static state, frowning for a long time. After realizing that this strange situation did not seem to disappear naturally, he felt that he needed to take the initiative to do something.
Staying in the same place would not change his situation. Although it was dangerous to act rashly, considering that it was impossible to count on rescue in this sea storm far away from civilized society, and considering that this was the eye of the storm where even the Dragons could not get close, taking the initiative was the only choice at present.
First, he checked the situation of Amber and Veronica, making sure that they were just in a static state and were not injured. Then he pulled out the Pathfinder sword that he carried with him and prepared to leave some words for them. In case they suddenly gained the ability to move freely like he did, it would give him a general idea of the current situation.
He hesitated for a long time about where to engrave the message, and finally, with a little apologetic, he engraved the message on the dragon scale in front of Amber. Melita would not care about such a small 'emergency', and she also said before she set off that she did not mind the 'passengers' leaving some small 'scratches' on her scales. Gwen thought about it seriously and felt that engraving a few words on her back should be 'small scratches' for the huge Dragons.
After doing all this, he exhaled, turned around and came to the edge of Melita's giant wings. After confirming the height of the sea below, he mobilized the power in his body and jumped down.
As a Legendary champion, even if he was not a mage and did not know the flying spells of mages, he could still hover in the air and land slowly to a certain extent. Moreover, there was not nothing between Melita and the surface of the sea. There were some strange fragments that resembled corpses floating nearby and could serve as a springboard during the landing process. Using them as a path, Gawain controlled the direction and speed of his descent while stepping on the corpses and quickly reached the surface of the sea.
He stepped on the still sea and immediately felt a wonderful touch. The seemingly solid water surface was not as' hard 'as he imagined, but it was not liquid like normal sea water either. It seemed to have a strange' elasticity 'when he stepped on it. Gwen felt that his feet sank a little, but when he stepped on the ground, the sinking feeling disappeared.
He felt that he was stepping on the ground as if he was stepping on the ground.
"Strange …" Gwen whispered to himself. "There was a moment of sinking and elasticity just now …"
There was no one around who could respond to his mutterings.
Gwen shook his head, took a deep breath again, and looked up into the distance.
In the whirlpool of the sea, the towering steel creation stood in the center of his field of vision. It looked like a weirdly shaped mountain from afar. It had obvious man-made traces. Its surface was a seamless armor, and there were many protruding structures of unknown purpose outside the armor. Gwen did not feel anything when he looked at it from mid-air, but now, looking at it from the sea, he realized how huge the thing was. It was bigger than any ship ever built in the Cecil Empire, and taller than any tower ever built in human history. It seemed that only a part of its structure was above the sea, but the exposed structure was already breathtaking.
Gawain couldn't help but look at the massive figures that appeared on the surface of the sea and in midair. He looked at the "attackers" that surrounded them from all directions.
They were in all kinds of strange shapes, and it was not an exaggeration to say that they were grotesque. Some of them looked like ferocious sea monsters with seven or eight heads, some looked like giant beasts made of stone and ice, and some even looked like scorching flames and a mass of air whose shape could not be described with words. A little further away from the 'battlefield', Gwen even saw a vague human silhouette. It looked like a giant holding a longsword, wearing a battle robe made of starlight and fire. The giant stepped on the waves, and the longsword was burning with blood-like flames …
Gwen had already strode forward, moving quickly toward the 'battlefield' at the center of the vortex along the still sea. The Legendary Knight's charge was close to the speed of sound, and he flitted past the huge figures and floating debris like a phantom, not forgetting to continue observing every detail on the weird 'battlefield'.
The 'attackers' that besieged the vortex had all kinds of strange appearances, but without exception, they were all extraordinarily huge in size. In Gwen's impression, only the true form of Amoun the Giant Deer or the Upper Narrator Naretil Duarte had a similar form. And when that thought popped up in his mind, he could not stop his thoughts from spreading further.
Who were these gigantic "attackers"? Why were they gathered here? Were they attacking the steel creation at the center of the vortex? This place looked like a battlefield, but when was this a battlefield? Everything here was in a state of stillness … How long had it been, and who made it still?
Gawain moved closer to the center of the vortex. The surface of the sea was obviously tilted, and there were distorted, solidified wreckages and illusory flames everywhere. He had no choice but to slow down to find a way forward. While he was slowing down, he looked up at the sky, at the silhouettes with wings that blotted out the sun and the sky above the vortex.
There was no doubt that those were dragons — thousands of Giant Dragons.
They were circling the steel creation at the center of the vortex, using powerful breaths and various spells and weapons to resist the attacks from the huge creatures around them. But the Dragons clearly had no advantage at all. The enemy had broken through their defense, and the steel creation that the Giant Dragons had risked their lives to protect had been severely damaged. It was a battle that was fated to be unwinnable. Even if it was still here and Gwen could only see the stalemate between the two sides, he could already determine the final outcome of the battle.
… But the key was, was the battle over? Had the victor been decided?
Gawain's footsteps came to a halt. There were huge obstacles and still flames everywhere in front of him, making it very difficult to find a way forward. He was no longer in a hurry to move forward. Instead, he looked around the frozen battlefield and began to think.
If some kind of power intervened and broke the stillness of the battlefield, would this place immediately start to move again? Would this battle that happened at an unknown time immediately continue and have a victor? Or perhaps … everything here would simply vanish into thin air and become a wisp of history that would be forgotten by all …
Gawain was not sure if what he saw here was the real thing. He even suspected that this was just a "silhouette" left behind by some kind of stagnant time and space. The timeline of this war had actually ended long ago, but a certain scene on the battlefield was preserved by the abnormal space-time structure here. What he was seeing was not the real battlefield, but just a silhouette left behind in time and space.
So … which guess was the real one?
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