Chapter 1506 Get Up

Bernadette, who maintained her own projection with firelight, stared at Nash Nart standing in front of her, the last ruler of the Violet Kingdom, the last "stayer" after the dream ended, this powerful mage The King stood quietly under the night sky, and the distant starlight penetrated his somewhat illusory figure, forming a hazy and dim glow around his body.

This radiance is the grace of the Lord of the Night—the tolerant ancient god allowed the last dream resident to continue his willfulness, and allowed a citizen who should have returned to his hometown to stay in the border of the dream, which is not good for a powerful god It doesn't cost much, but Bernadette always feels that... Nash has a place he should go, and it is not wise for the other party to just rely on it in the real world.

"Everyone has woken up from their dreams, and the master of the night is gradually returning. Isn't it good to return to the night?" Bernadette saw that the other party was silent, so she couldn't help but continued, "The night is your hometown. In Ms. There is a warm and eternal night in the kingdom of the world. For the shadow dwellers who have awakened from their dreams and recalled their own essence, it should be more comfortable to live in 'there'..."

"Maybe, I will probably go back one day, but the time has not yet come. After all, you also know...it is easy to go back, but it is not so easy to come back again," Nash finally breathed out with a smile He said slowly, "And don't you think it's good for me to stay here? At least someone cooperates with you in those 'ghost castle' scenes..."

"Ha..." Bernadette sighed, her voice sounded weak, "Don't you really think that a 'Ta Ling' would feel lonely? I don't know if I'm running in this tower It’s been so many years, and it’s not like there was a time when it was set to standby. If it’s because of this kind of boring reason, then forget it. Going back early can make the master of the night less trouble-everyone goes home It’s over, you’re the only one here, be careful and he will scold you after a long time.”

Listening to Bernadette's babbling, Nash just smiled and folded his arms, and waited until the other party had no words before saying slowly: "You don't have to worry about it. With the heart of an ancient god, the lady will not Considering such trivial matters, my stay here for several centuries is nothing more than a speck of dust to Him—but the ups and downs of a speck of dust are enough to make a mortal choose a period of boldness and passion that no one has ever thought of. Interesting life. Plus..."

He said, looking at Bernadette in front of him with a half-smile: "You don't have to be so magnanimous, the day the news of the lady's return came, with the fog surging in the whole area, more than half of the entire City of Thousand Towers The magic mechanism of the tower has been in chaos for more than three hours, and no one can find out the reason, but I have been monitoring this tower all the time, so it is obviously your downtime..."

Bernadette's eyes immediately widened: "Didn't it be agreed that this matter will not be mentioned again!"

"Okay, okay, don't mention it if you don't mention it... I don't understand, and there is no one else here now," Nash said while raising his hands in surrender, and then shook his head, "That's it, the Violet Kingdom is the most worthy in history. Proud Creator, and the last ruler of the Violet Kingdom, we stay here together, maybe decades, maybe centuries, maybe longer, at least when someone visits here, we can tell them that there was once A kingdom of mortals existed..."

Bernadette thought for a while, with a happy expression on her face: "Oh—an ancient kingdom that has been lost for hundreds of years, a forgotten castle shrouded in shadows, empty armor and attendant robes swaying forward in a deserted city, and There is an ancient tower spirit that keeps running, and a ghost king who is trapped in the tower, and ignorant adventurers step into it, hear the forgotten history from the tower spirit and the king, and then bring the treasure Returning with glory...that's a nice story, I like your idea."

"That's not my idea!" Nash suddenly stared, "And when did I become a ghost king trapped in the tower? The lady gave me a blessing just to ensure that I can maintain stability in the real world, that's all.

I think it's okay to go out... At least it's not a big problem to walk around the dark palace, right? "

Bernadette just smiled, looked at Nash's distraught look, and said leisurely after a few seconds: "The original 'Prince Nash' wouldn't talk like this..."

"The original Bernadette would not have jumped out of the fire, let alone commanded the unattended armor in the warehouse to walk up and down the corridors and terraces," Nash shook his head, "I can only say Our life before was so boring."

"Actually, it's boring now—I've never seen this city so quiet," Bernadette said casually, and her illusory figure slowly floated to the edge of the platform, where the "Eye of the Night" was once guarding. Stopped at the edge of the steel fence, and looked at the urban area that spread infinitely in the darkness, "Looking at this city, I thought of the wild and unconstrained questions raised by some scholars who like to think wildly... Someone once hypothesized that Every dream is a real world, and these dream worlds are full of visitors who have entered it by mistake. Those scholars are very curious, whether the dream world is still running and will change again after the visitors who have entered it by mistake have left. What it looks like... You see, what we have in front of us is the answer."

"As a tower spirit, sometimes your imagination is too rich," Nash sighed and shook his head, "You can't compare the dreams of gods with the wild thoughts of mortals, let alone the city of thousands of towers. It’s just a lady’s dream, and it’s also the overlapping product of the border of the Kingdom of God and the real world. In fact, if it weren’t for the sudden appearance of pollution hundreds of thousands of years ago, there would be no residents in this city at all, and there wouldn’t even be any What is the Violet Kingdom in the dream..."

"Yeah, there won't be any Violet Kingdom, and there won't be me, the 'Violet Man's proudest masterpiece'," Bernadette said casually, "so in a sense, I should be grateful for the one that triggered Contaminated 'intruders' - although you and others seem to be quite irritated when they suddenly realize how polluted and blinded they have been for so long..."

Nash shrugged and did not respond to Bernadette's last babble. He just turned around and stood side by side with the "proud masterpiece of the Violet Kingdom" on the edge of the Eye of the Night platform, standing silently in the night wind for a long time. stand still.

"You said... Will there really be more people visiting this city shrouded in night in the future?" Bernadette said suddenly, "I'm not talking about those explorers who received invitations, but more ordinary people. People... Are there any adventurers who have the guts to go through the shadowy forest on the entire island, and come to this gloomy and lonely city to search for the memory of some ancient kingdom?"

"I don't know, anyway, from the current point of view, it is not an easy task for ordinary people to go through the long night in the dense forest to reach the depths of Violet Island, not everyone is like that 'big adventurer' With boundless courage and enthusiasm to explore such a lost country... why do you ask this? Could it be that you start to feel lonely?"

"How could Taling have such emotions—I just wonder if you can bear the loneliness for centuries. Don't forget that you just boasted that you will stay with me in this empty city for many, many years... "

Under the bright starry sky, a gust of night wind blew across the upper platform of the dark palace. The guardrails and pillars that once surrounded the Eye of the Night whimpered in the wind. As the bonfire shook, the last two remaining in this ancient kingdom Started a new round of their arguments - arguing about who would feel lonely first, arguing about who would regret that impulsive decision when the dream awakened, arguing that when the centuries passed, the city born of a mistake Will the Land of Dreams still be remembered, and will there still be some legends left in the world...

And at the same time, in the Kingdom of Shadow God, far away from the world, a sigh suddenly sounded in the endless gray-white desert. This sigh echoed between the sky and the earth, making the entire sand sea silent for a moment, and then the wind of disorder swept up again. The swirling dust undulates in the air like mist, surrounding the majestic throne standing between the heaven and the earth.

On the top of a stone pillar in front of the throne, the thick black book suddenly opened and closed slightly. Wilder looked up at the dark cloud-like figure on the throne, and his voice came from the book: "Ma'am, why did you suddenly sigh?" ?"valley

"It's not a big deal," Ms. Ye's voice descended from the sky, with a pair of amber eyes overlooking the desert below in the hazy shadow, "It's just that I suddenly found the one I accidentally created with my dream before." There was a guy with a weird fetish in Kingdom'...so that's why he didn't want to 'return'."

Hearing Ms. Ye's words in the usual lazy tone, Wilder was stunned for a moment. He checked several times to see if he had heard correctly, and finally couldn't help but say: "Ma'am, you just said... ...What is the addiction?"

"Article 12 of Chapter 4 of Issue 6." Ms. Ye said casually.

Wilder: "...Huh?"

With question marks all over his head (although he is now headless), the great adventurer has no idea what this awesome old god is talking about - delusional or not, since the last time he looked at the pages of his book. The Old God is a bit weird, mainly reflected in the occasional weird vocabulary, or asking himself some weird questions... He doesn't know how to deal with it at all!

This is different from being asked to tell a story in the past. The storytelling is at least somewhat related to his professional experience. With a little brains (although he has no brains now), he can still pay for it by making up random things. Ms. Ye is not picky anyway. The logic and details in it, but now he doesn’t know how to respond to the strange vocabulary and weird questions that the ancient god pops up from time to time. To exaggerate, those things sound like indescribable whispers from another world It seems that sometimes he doesn't know how those words are forced to form a phrase...

However, Ms. Ye obviously didn't care about what the great adventurer was struggling with, she just leaned on her throne and pondered for a while, and suddenly asked, "Mr. Great Adventurer, you are a mage, right? "

"Yes, ma'am," Wilde replied immediately, feeling glad that ma'am finally started to ask some normal questions. "Before I became an adventurer, I was a fairly powerful mage first. Regarding the field of magic..."

"Then will you mages fall in love with spirits created by magic? Such as tower spirits or golems," Ms. Ye's voice descended from the sky, "or fall in love with the magic mirror and the phantoms of the opposite sex on the parchment. ..."

Wilder immediately felt that he was lucky just now—why is Ms. Ye's strange symptoms getting worse?

The great adventurer struggled a little, and struggled to speak for a long time before opening his mouth: "Well... I don't know how you see the group of 'mages', although many of us are considered by others to be out of character because we are too obsessed with magic research. It's weird, and there are even some spellcasters who have mental problems due to the sequelae of spell experiments, but in general, our group's orientation towards the opposite sex is normal, at least I won't feel wronged by the illusions on the parchment and magic mirror I have an idea..."

After Wilder finished speaking, he was a little embarrassed, and he didn't know whether his answer satisfied Ms. Ye. After waiting for several seconds, he heard the other party's voice from above: "It seems that your purity is not enough. Ah, Mister Adventurer."

Wilder was stunned on the cover: "Pure...Purity? Ms., I don't quite understand..."

"Article 4 of Chapter 3 of Issue 5."

Wilder: "...Huh?"

"No, it's nothing." The voice from the throne seemed hesitant, "I just suddenly discovered one thing, I seem to have underestimated the impact of the information coming from 'that side' after the 'anchor point' was established, But it's not a big deal, it's a part of me, and now it's just reflowing. Compared to these... it seems like it's time to do something serious."

As the last words fell, on the majestic throne, a dark cloud-like figure slowly raised its head. Ms. Ye got up from the throne, picked up the black and white scepter that was leaning against the throne with one hand, and One hand pointed to the dust in the distance.

In an instant, a grand storm swept across the desert, and the immeasurable gray-white dust formed a vortex of astonishing scale in the air, and then the vortex gradually tilted and adjusted to become a tunnel-like tunnel vertically above the desert. giant rift!

Weldben wanted to ask Ms. Ye what the "reflux" was about, but at this moment he was startled, and then he reacted, paying attention to the movement of the vortex in the desert. Ask: "Are you finally going to...start?"

"It took some time for the anchor point generator to reset the mode, but fortunately, the things left by the voyager are not so easily damaged," Ms. Ye said casually, and in the desert in front of the throne, the road formed by shadow dust The rift is also gradually forming, and it reflects the scene of a certain distant country - in the violently shaking blurred light and shadow, you can vaguely see that there are fertile fields, clear rivers and gardens shrouded in the dome, "also Thanks to the activities of some little guys in the firmament station, and the efforts of the mortals to 'unbind' the spiritual seal in the world, the preparation process has been smoother than expected."

While talking, Ms. Ye picked up the scepter in her hand, and she slowly stepped down from the throne, walking towards the gap where light and shadow flickered in the distance, and behind her, on the surface of the majestic throne, there were countless mysterious and complicated lines It is gradually lighting up, and quickly connected to become a whole.

That is exactly the totem pattern engraved on the surface of the "Anchor Point Generator" located deep in the Sky Station!