1212 The Scene From the Other Side

The latest website: The whole world seemed extremely quiet, and the sound of my own breathing was all that could be heard in my ears. In this small room that had faded into a world of black, white and gray, Mordir grasped his staff and short bodyguard tightly. The sword, like an alert wild wolf under the night, is vigilant to everything within the range of perception.

Then, he began to gradually feel more "information" appearing in his perception. Just outside this room, there was the subtle sound of sand being blown by the wind, and the sound of rocks or soil, The breath that is difficult for ordinary people to detect, the change of light coming from the window cracks, all of these gradually emerge from nothing, from stiff and monotonous to vivid and vivid.

It's as if there was only a piece of pure nothingness outside the hut, but due to Mordir's awakening, a "temporarily created world" was gradually outlined.

The old mage was not careless at all, but clenched the weapon in his hand even more. He stooped and walked slowly towards the window. At the same time, his eyes scanned all the furnishings in the room again, even a small pile of dust in the corner and the two nails on the opposite wall. Orientation is not ignored.

This is a habit developed over the years: before falling asleep, he will imprint all the details of the environment around him in his mind. Under the effect of magic, the details of these pictures can even be accurate to every scratch mark on the door and window Every time he opened his eyes, he would quickly compare the surrounding environment with the "shorthand projection" imprinted in his mind, and any inconsistencies in it would be used to judge whether the hiding place had been invaded.

Under the carefree appearance on weekdays, hidden are the survival skills accumulated by adventurers over the centuries—although the old mage no longer remembers what happened in these long years, these instinctive survival skills are still there. It was always imprinted in his mind, and he never ignored it for a day.

Mordir's fingers lightly brushed the dust on the window sill, this is the last detail, everything in the room is exactly as in memory, except... It has become a faded state like the Shadowlands.

A similar thing happened once on the ship before. The old mage frowned slightly, and carefully pushed a gap from under the window. His eyes looked out of the house through the gap between the window panel and the window frame. The scene outside was as expected. ...It is no longer the familiar adventurer camp.

An endless barren land stretches in the field of vision. The undulating sandy land is covered with jagged rocks or creeping black broken materials. In extremely distant places, faint black silhouettes like city ruins can be seen, monotonous There are muddy shadows floating in the pale sky, covering this lifeless land.

However, this time, Mordir did not see the huge figure sitting on the collapsed throne, like a mountain with a sense of oppression—theoretically, it is impossible to hide such a huge figure, as long as she appears in this area Between heaven and earth, it must attract extra attention.

The old mage subconsciously frowned and thought,

And suddenly realized something in the next second, he quickly rushed to the other side of the cabin, carefully opened the door with a gap, and looked out through the gap.

A huge figure like a mountain appeared in front of his eyes with suffocating power. That figure was sitting on a towering throne. Most of the base of the throne and the surrounding columns had collapsed. She was wrapped in a long black dress. Extending from under the throne, countless large and small gray and white cracks are all over her body. Modil can't tell whether the cracks are on her clothes or through her "existence" itself. He only feels that those cracks are It seems to be alive, always moving slightly, in the background of the dark dress, it is as mysterious as interlaced light and shadow.

The parchment and pens quietly appeared behind the old mage, and while watching the movement outside the door, Modil controlled the pens and papers to quickly write down the records:

"On X, X, X, X, I woke up from a deep sleep, and a strange phenomenon similar to the one I was on the boat not long ago happened again... I seem to have come to the Shadow Realm in my sleep, or some kind of abnormal space similar to the Shadow Realm. The scene in front of me Much the same as last time...

"I saw that suffocating figure again. The difference is that this time she...or He appeared behind me. It seems that every time I enter this space, I will appear in a random position? It's a pity that the sample has passed less, can't judge...

"That figure didn't notice me, at least not yet. I'm still not sure what her origin is. In all the records of supernatural things known to mankind, there has never been a description related to it... I Hiding behind a flimsy door that doesn't give me the slightest sense of security, that 'lady' - if she wanted to, could blow me and the whole room away in one breath .

"I'd better not make too much noise, no matter what the origin of that figure is, I obviously can't beat it..."

The nib was writing quickly on the paper. Even in such a weird situation, Modil recorded everything he experienced according to the habit he had developed over the years-it is not uncommon for him to experience a weirder situation than this. Even if his memory is incomplete, he still knows what he should do most at this moment.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the world outside the house, interrupting Mordir's rapid recording: "Ah... it sounds really good to find a way out in the dark cave full of crystal clusters It would be great if I could see the crystal river you described...does it really end in a hole leading to the center of the earth?"

Mordir had heard this voice before, and it was from that huge figure. The old mage held his breath for a moment, and after a while, he heard a response—the voice was exactly the same as his own voice: "Where am I?" You know, I just made up this story not long ago—I haven't figured out the second half yet!"

The vast plain outside the house fell into a brief silence. After a while, the voice that resounded through the world suddenly laughed, and the laughter sounded quite pleasant: "Hahaha... my great adventurer, you are so happy now! Just admit that the new story is made up? You used to talk about it with me for a long time before you were willing to admit that you had a certain degree of 'exaggerated description' of the story..."

Modil heard the same voice echoed in his own voice: "That's because I now find that your requirements for the story are really not very high - besides, ma'am, the story I promised you has been told, go on Is it your turn to come down?"

The slightly lazy female voice with endless majesty was silent for a while, and then rang out from all directions: "Would you like to continue listening to my recent dream? I remember it quite clearly..."

"Okay, ma'am, what have you been dreaming about lately?"

"Starlight, starlight covers rolling mountains and plains, and cities crawling on the earth. I cross the gap between reality and reality to deliver vital news. When I pass a giant tower, I see a giant beast Crouching in the darkness, the giant beast has no blood or flesh, only empty bones, it devours the sacrifices offered by mortals, and blood gradually grows on the bones...

"I also saw something growing in the depths of the crawling city. It ran through the entire city, through the plains and mountains in the distance. Deep in the ground, huge limbs continued to grow, extending to the hazy area. In the dark depths of chaos, it also differentiated into smaller limbs along the way, protruding out of the ground, and absorbing sunlight during the day..."

"Oh, ma'am, your dream sounds just as scary as ever—it's a mess. Couldn't you describe yourself differently?"

"No, I'm used to it."

The old mage Mordir hid behind the door, listening to the voices of conversation outside the house while carefully restraining his breath. The dream scene described by the "lady" formed a broken and messy impression in his mind, but the limited imagination of mortals However, he was unable to compose any clear picture from the abstract and trivial descriptions, so he had no choice but to record those grotesque and abnormal descriptions on his own parchment, and at the same time carefully shifted his sight, trying to find Other figures that may exist between heaven and earth.

He was looking for the voice that responded, the source of the voice that was exactly like his own.

But before he found it, the situation outside suddenly changed.

The wind wandering on the plain suddenly became restless, and the gray-white sand began to swirl and roll along the crumbling and dilapidated throne. The murmur sounded like the sleep talk of many people superimposed together. The voice ranged from low to high, but no matter how I listened, I couldn't hear what it was saying at all.

As soon as the voice sounded, Modil behind the door immediately applied more than a dozen additional mental protection spells to himself—rich adventure experience told him that such hazy whispers are often related to mental pollution. Although protective spells are not always effective against mental pollution, they are always effective after more than a dozen layers of barriers.

Although the memories of the past are fragmented, only in the remaining memory, he remembers that he has dug out things that should not be dug out of certain underground palace tombs more than once - timely mental protection and solid and reliable ability to resist beatings can save the day The essential.

At the same time Modil responded, the two voices talking outside the house also quieted down. They seemed to be listening carefully to the murmur coming from the direction of the city ruins. After a long time, the slightly lazy The female voice murmured in a low voice: "It's coming again... I still can't hear what they want to do."

"Probably just want to chat with you? Or say good morning or something..."

"Are you serious? Mr. Adventurer?"

"In case, I just propose a possibility..."

"Then put away your possibilities, Mr. Great Adventurer," said the lazy and majestic female voice slowly, "I should get up and move around—the uninvited guest seems to want to cross the border again, let me remind you Remind Him who is the master here. You stay here, if you feel that your spirit is polluted, just take a look at the star map."

The voice outside the house fell, and Modil, who was hiding behind the door, suddenly widened his eyes.

He saw that the huge figure sitting on the throne or the altar finally moved, and the lady who seemed to be a god stood up from the throne! She stood up like a rising mountain, a gorgeous long dress behind her was like rolling endless darkness, she stepped down the collapsed high platform, the whole world seemed to tremble under her steps, the The "activation cracks" that wandered on the surface of the body also truly "lived". They moved rapidly, reorganized, and continuously gathered in the lady's hands, finally forming a half-black and half-white scepter. In the world formed by black and white, this half-black and half-white scepter is like a ruler for measuring the whole world, which strongly attracts Modil's sight.

And almost at the same time, another huge and terrifying thing rose from the direction of the dark city ruins in the distance—but compared to the "goddess" who was huge and majestic but at least had a female form, from the city ruins The thing that rises from within is decidedly more creepy and indescribable.

It was a gray-white mass that was constantly expanding, shrinking, and wriggling. The surface of the mass was full of shapeless limbs and crazy and chaotic geometric patterns. It seemed to be in a flowing state as a whole, like an unformed embryo, or a mass of The melting piece of meat kept rolling forward, relying on the huge tentacles growing around it or countless hands and feet to sweep away obstacles on the ground from time to time. Roaring, some parts of its body surface immediately became translucent, revealing layers of giant eyes inside, or runes and graphics that seemed to contain countless taboo knowledge.

Modil just glanced at that thing, and felt dizzy, a strong feeling of being corroded and infused with foreign thoughts surged up, and the protective spells superimposed on him did not provide the slightest help as if they did not exist, the old mage Immediately biting his tongue hard, with the smell of blood filling his mouth, he briefly regained control of his body, and forcibly turned his gaze away from the direction of the monster.

In the process of retracting his gaze, his gaze happened to glance over the "throne" that the lady was sitting on before.

His gaze was instantly attracted by the things presented on the back of the throne—it was previously covered by the lady's body, but now it has been exposed, and Modil saw a scene in the center of the quaint gray and white back. The vast starry sky pattern, and different from the black and white of the surrounding world, the starry sky pattern has vivid and clear colors!

Mordir looked carefully subconsciously, and immediately found other details in the pattern of the starry sky. He saw that there seemed to be subtle text marks next to the shining stars, and he could faintly see them among the stars. Interconnected lines and directional light spots, the entire pattern of the starry sky does not seem to be static. Near some light spots on the edge, Modil also saw some geometric patterns that seemed to be moving—they moved very slowly. But for the Archmage, who has a keen observation ability, their movement is certain!

This must be noted immediately!

This idea instantly appeared in Mordir's mind, and the quill and paper floating behind him also began to move, but at this moment, a chilling and terrifying loud noise suddenly came from afar.

It seems that the huge female god has fought against the "horror god" floating from the ruins of the city.

Modil only felt a sudden crash in his head, and then the world was spinning, and he completely lost consciousness.