Roman had a strange dream.
The dream was full of corpses and thousands of dead people. The city was burning in a sea of fire, and the buildings were dying. It was like hell.
She dreamed that she had become a baby girl, bound in swaddling clothes and abandoned in a square. The buildings in the square were tall and majestic, but they were burned to ashes in the flames.
It was not the architectural style of any city she had ever seen.
It was neither Braggs nor Ampere Seale. It was even more different from Cruz's aesthetic.
Without Brando by her side, Roman began to feel afraid. She wanted to call for Brando, call for Freya, desperately make a sound, but in the end, she could only cry. Her voice was clear and loud.
Until someone came out of the fire. It was a group of Knights. The style of their armor was strange. She had never seen this style of armor in Brando's territory.
When the group of Knights saw her, they immediately shouted in surprise. Roman had never heard their language before. They spoke quickly, but she could understand.
"Found her!"
"Kill her, demon girl!"
"Thank you, Martha, we are saved!"
The Knights shouted and pulled out their swords. However, before they could get close, suddenly a few beams of golden flames fell from the sky and hit the Knights. The high-temperature jet passed through their heads and exploded into flames under their armor. Only a few pieces of twisted metal were left scattered on the ground.
Then Roman saw some people in black and red robes coming out of the sea of fire. They did not say a word and directly picked her up from the ground.
One of them looked at her intently. His face showed an indescribable expression, and he shook his head heavily.
He said a sentence. It was different from the language of the Knights before, but Roman could still understand it. "… What a nightmare."
He reached out to kill Roman.
But the people next to him stopped him.
"She is at least our most successful work. You can't just destroy her."
"This is the result of our joint efforts. Perhaps there are other ways. Everything will have to wait for the Councilors' joint decision."
The man holding the Roman hesitated for a moment, and his hand stopped in mid-air.
"This plan has completely failed. We might have no choice but to compromise."
"No, perhaps we still have a second option. The druids' plan might not succeed. The Bronze Tribe is ruthless and full of flaws. The council will never approve of them."
"This is not good news, my brother."
"But the monitors found that Martha was acting strangely. In the past few days, she had used seventy to eighty percent of the network's energy several times. Although it was very short, there were still traces."
"What is our great mother doing?"
"Projection. She seems to be projecting something."
The man was silent. He put down his hand. "I'll test it out with her."
The Roman dreamt that she was taken away from that city, and then she dreamt of another, more magnificent city, with many magnificent buildings, sacred halls, and many people in strange clothes whom she had never seen before arguing fiercely in her dream.
Then she dreamt that she was locked in a dark place, and then she slept for thousands of years.
She sobbed in the darkness, calling out the names of Brando and Freya.
She slept in her own dream, and in her dream, she saw Freya, but Freya looked at her in horror and moved further and further away from her.
She dreamt that she was in a small room, and the room was a mess. Two unfamiliar corpses fell at her feet.
She dreamt of her aunt, who looked at her with a frown. She pointed at her forehead with her fingertips and muttered something.
Then she woke up.
As she cried, she trembled as she tried to find her way in the darkness. There seemed to be many strange scenes appearing around her. There was a group of cavalry, their bodies emitting fluorescent light, riding skeleton horses. There were also a few swaying skeletons, their eyes flashing with golden red light. There were also shrieking ghosts, emerging from the darkness.
She found that she had come to Bucce at some point. On that night of escape, the army of the undead kept coming, but Brando was not by her side this time.
"Brando, Freya, where are you …?"
She cried out in fear.
… …
Standing on the burning street, the Dragon Queen was shocked to see the thick smoke billowing and surging, forming rows of skeleton cavalry with spears in their hands. The riders were wearing tattered armor, and the ribs and spines were exposed between the leaky chain armor below their waists and abdomens. Their skinny hands held spears, and they rode on bony horses. They charged towards her.
The ground did not feel the slightest tremor, but the cavalry was already in front of her. The Dragon Queen did not move. Before the skeleton riders and their warhorses crashed into her body, they suddenly collapsed with a loud bang and turned back into choking smoke.
The Dragon Queen groaned.
In front of her, the burning street returned to its previous state, as if the previous scene was just an illusion.
But it was only a moment later.
She saw a stag made of flames jumping down from a nearby roof, its hooves on fire as it landed in front of her. The stag was like the one Brando had seen in the Dark Forest. It was tall and handsome, as if it was a perfect creature.
The huge creature looked down at Gwendolyn from above, before turning around and heading back in another direction.
"The aura of divinity …"
Gwendolyn was a little shocked.
She hesitated for a moment, and then chased in that direction. Countless spirits came out of the flames, screaming as they lunged at her, but each of them screamed and disappeared before they could get close to her.
Woman and stag chased each other through the burning city, and every time Gwendolyn felt that she was about to reach the stag, it would suddenly disappear and reappear further away.
If it had been anyone else, they would have given up, but Gwendolyn felt something. She held an olive-shaped white gem in her hand, and it was slightly warm in her palm.
"Don't worry, baby," the Dragon Queen replied in her heart. "I will be with you, and we will succeed."
She muttered to herself.
Roman, however, dreamt of a tree.
It was tall and lush, and glowed faintly, like the legendary Elven Tree of the elves, the mother of the elves.
Roman felt a little tired. She had grown a little, and now had the body of a five-year-old girl. She came to the tree, curled up in a hole in the tree, and fell into a deep sleep in her dream.
The Dragon Queen suddenly stopped.
She saw that the ground in front of her was suddenly torn apart, and countless burning thorns shot out from under the stone slabs, curling towards her.
Her expression changed, and she slashed out with her hand, and an invisible wind blade shot out from her fingertips, cutting the burning vines in half. The curled plants fell to the ground, and immediately turned into sparks and disappeared.
"That's the Golden Demonic Tree!"
Gwendolyn finally recognized it.
She saw the stag standing behind the burning thorns, looking at her with disdain, and her heart was filled with shock. She probably never dreamed that one day, she would experience the feeling of being attacked by a descendant of Fenlidos.
The Tree Herders planted Golden Demonic Trees all over Wohnde, but one day, they were planted right in front of her door.
Gwendolyn suddenly recognized the tree. The Tree Herders gave each of their experimental subjects a different number, and she recognized that the seed of the Golden Demonic Tree was brought to Erouine.
"It's it!"
She finally understood.
This was the girl's dream. She suddenly shuddered. The will of Dusk had recovered so quickly, and just one of its dreams was enough to affect the real world.
I have to find her quickly.
I have to be faster.
The thorns moved again, and they intertwined to form a wall of whips that rolled towards her. The dragon queen let out a strange growl from her throat. If a draconic scholar was here, they would find that it was a sound that had been layered over a thousand times, and it accurately weaved the seven lines of law together.
A blinding white light shot out from Gwendolyn's mouth, and the burning vines screamed as they melted.
But to the Golden Demonic Tree, as long as its body was not harmed, it would not lose its ability to fight. The thorns immediately rose from the ground and surrounded Gwendolyn in a dense cluster, intending to trap her.
Gwendolyn immediately flew up, avoiding the annoying entanglement. No one knew the nature of the Golden Demonic Tree better than she did. She looked around in the air, trying to find the main body of the Golden Demonic Tree.
However, it was at this moment that a white light shot towards her.
It was only then that the dragon queen saw what it was. It was a stone wurm, a creature that lived in the Elemental Plane of Earth. It was a mortal enemy of the Golden Demonic Tree, but now these two natural enemies were working together against her.
The stone wurm was at least ten times larger than the ones Brando had seen before. Gwendolyn screamed in exasperation, "Mother of Stone Wurm!"
She was then sent flying.
If one were to look down from above, they would be able to see that in a certain area near December Square, after a chain reaction, a row of burning buildings on a street collapsed one after another.
Gwendolyn climbed up from the rubble, her face covered in dust. She patted the flames on her hair with her hand, but there was no sign of frustration or frustration on her face. Instead, her golden eyes lit up.
She bounced up from the ground, and a pair of huge wings spread out behind her back. She flew towards the Mother of Stone Wurm in the air, and punched the body of the Mother of Stone Wurm.
It was as if the previous scene had been repeated, but the two sides had switched places. The Mother of Stone Wurm let out a roar, and then flew back like a cannonball, crashing heavily on the ground. In a cloud of dust, it turned into smoke and dispersed.
At this moment, Gwendolyn finally found the main body of the Golden Demonic Tree.
"Found you, little girl."
She grabbed at the air with her divine hand, and the Sage's power spread out, pulling the Golden Demonic Tree up from the ground. After losing the nourishment of the dream, the illusion that appeared in the real world immediately shattered into pieces, turning into sparks that filled the sky and dissipated.
In the Roman dream, the Elven Tree seemed to have suddenly withered.
She climbed out of the tree hole in a daze, and looked at the scene sadly.
Two ice dragons flew out of the thick smoke.
"Scram!" Gwendolyn roared, and tore them to pieces with her bare hands.
But at this time, the Roman finally arrived at the battlefield of Ampere Seale.
The Dragon Queen raised her head and looked at the huge shadow standing in front of her.
"Giant God Soldier …" She gritted her teeth and said, "All for One, this is what you have done!"
The huge thing punched at her, and Gwendolyn did not dare to take it head-on. She quickly dodged. She knew that in the Roman dream, the latter dominated everything, and the giant god soldier left a deep impression on them, which meant that the strength of the latter was extremely exaggerated.
The giant god soldier punched the ground, and she watched as an area of about three hundred square meters was turned into nothingness, and became a crater dozens of meters deep.
The full power of a supreme class attack was nothing more than this.
But to the giant god soldier, this was obviously not the full power. It turned around, and then swept its palm at the Dragon Queen. Gwendolyn knew that this could not go on, and she could only use her full power in her dragonform. But if she dragonformed, the Holy Temple of the Dragons might immediately descend on her head. Gwendolyn obviously did not want to fail, so she had to find another way.
She flew high into the air and landed on the arm of the Giant God Warrior, before circling to its back and descending all the way down. The Giant God Warrior slapped itself heavily on the back, the shockwave almost causing Gwendolyn to vomit blood. As a Sage, she should not have been so weak, but the truth was that ever since she was injured in the battle of the Evergreen Corridor, she had not recovered her full strength.
But the shock wave also accelerated her fall, and she carefully avoided the feet of the giant god soldier, and came directly below it. As expected, she saw the merchant lady standing on the street in a daze.
The Roman's eyes were closed, and her body was surrounded by black gas. She tilted her head slightly, and looked at Gwendolyn curiously, and suddenly asked.
"Did Brando ask you to come find me?"
The giant god soldier made of thick smoke above their heads immediately disappeared.
Gwendolyn stopped, and looked at the human girl in front of her carefully. Speaking of which, this was not the first time she had seen her. Decades ago, she had seen the Roman as an infant on the final battlefield.
Then, near Vargus, she had seen this girl from afar, but the time was not yet right.
She took a light breath, as if to calm her agitated heart.
"Twilight Dragon, in the end, we still won."
Gwendolyn said coldly.
"Brando …" The Roman asked softly. She frowned slightly, and showed a pained expression, "Brando … I …"
The merchant lady's voice gradually lowered, and then her tone became cold.
"Are you the one who awakened me, mortal?"
It was as if in front of such a great will, even a noble and powerful creature like a dragon was as insignificant as an insect.
"Who are you?"
The Roman asked.
"The one who defeated you."
The dragon queen answered quietly.
… …
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