Chapter 592

The night fell, and the seemingly endless wind in the wasteland had stagnated at some point. Under the urging of a strange buzzing sound, Gawain, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw an undulating and corrupted land stretched out in front of his eyes. The strange aurora and starlight sprinkled on the ground together. The cold and dry air was filled with a rust-like smell. I am standing between this strange and vast world at the moment.

There was no one around.

Gawain frowned, first quickly observed the surrounding environment, and then vaguely realized what happened - this may be a dream, or some kind of mental projection effect.

The handwriting of the Eternal Sleeper?

Gawain looked down at himself, and found that he had put on a full set of armor at some point, but the familiar pioneer sword was not in his hand. He clenched his empty fist, and with a thought in a familiar way, a dark long sword emerged from the air and placed it in his palm.

This is indeed the spiritual world created by the eternal sleepers, but it does not seem to be a spiritual network, nor is it somewhere in that "city of dreams".

Emotions mixed with curiosity and surprise filled his heart, but Gawain did not feel panicked. It was not the first time he had dealt with the power of the Eternal Sleeper, so he could naturally perceive his current situation—he turned his thoughts and found himself His mind is still awake, and he is in a state of being able to leave the dream at any time, but he has not found any malicious or concerned "line of sight" within the scope of his mental perception, which seems to show that... he was not pulled in, but Is it "mistaken"?

While paying attention to the scenery in his field of vision, he was always alert to the changes in this dream, while guessing what might happen. He clearly remembered that he should be sleeping in the room of the peak base at the moment, and he had not connected to the spiritual network before falling asleep, so it is very likely that he "accidentally" broke into a spiritual channel belonging to the eternal sleeper after falling asleep. : He has the spiritual imprint of the Eternal Sleeper and masters the other party's secret technique. It is very possible for a similar situation to occur. It's just... this is the frontline of the wasteland!

Why is there a psychic channel built by the Eternal Sleeper in such a place so close to the wasteland of Gondor? ! Are those cultists immersed in dreams also fighting the idea of ​​​​the wasteland?

Gao Wen flashed this thought in his mind, and then began to carefully expand his perception, trying to find the Eternal Sleeper body hidden in this space, hoping to hunt down a mind to torture the situation, but just when he started to do so At the time, a few sudden breaths made him stop quickly.

The strange aurora and starlight in the sky suddenly condensed together, and sprinkled a few clear rays of light,

In this clear beam of light, three figures gradually emerged.

Gawain quickly manipulated the power to change the dream state, making his figure and breath disappear into the air, but he didn't feel that his hurried disguise could deceive the other party - in the spiritual network, he had already constructed for himself With a perfect backdoor authority system, he can naturally do whatever he wants, but this does not mean how powerful his Eternal Sleeper secret technique is. Once he leaves the spiritual network and comes to a new network with invalid authority, he has no confidence that he can be in " "Technology" has won the real sleeper.

He just wanted to temporarily interfere with the judgment of the other party, and then wait for an opportunity to make a move.

He may not be the true "Eternal Sleeper" opponent in terms of "skill", but he is very good at "brute force".

But what was a little surprising was that the three figures really didn't respond-they didn't even realize that Gawain was lurking not far away, and after coming to this space, they showed quite a The symptoms of discomfort, they rubbed their foreheads or muttered in a low voice.

Like three crappy newbies.

Seeing this situation, Gawain immediately suppressed the urge to shoot, and turned to carefully observe the situation in front of him.

The three figures are all female. One of them is a human woman wearing a green priest's robe with all religious symbols erased from her clothes. To the Elf sisters.

Their costumes and temperament are very different from the Eternal Sleepers that Gawain has seen...

No, they shouldn't be sleepers at all!

Gawain did not perceive the mental fluctuations belonging to the eternal sleepers from these three people at all. Instead, he found that their connection with this space was fragile and unstable, as if people who had no knowledge of dream secret techniques used some kind of magic. The device forcibly connected in... are these three "guests"?

Gawain guessed the identities of the three figures, and while he was guessing, the human women in the three figures suddenly spoke up: "Why haven't they appeared yet... Are you sure it's this time?"

The moment this voice entered his ears, Gao Wen's heart suddenly moved - he had an impression in his memory! He seems to have heard this voice somewhere!

And in the next second, he realized that the familiarity did not come from himself, but from Gawain Cecil's memory: the woman who spoke was someone Gawain Cecil knew!

However, he took a closer look at the woman, but only saw an unfamiliar face. In Gawain Cecil's memory, there was no familiar face that could match her.

He didn't have time to think about who this woman was, because the pair of elves with almost identical appearances said in unison: "Wait a minute - they trudge through the wasteland, and they can't arrive at the reserved place on time every time."

Trekking in the wasteland?

Gawain once again caught a word of concern, and almost at the same time when the pair of elf sisters finished speaking, he suddenly sensed that a new breath had entered this "space".

This time, the sky did not fall, but at the edge of the vast open space, a cloud of smoke and dust suddenly rose up. Between the smoke and dust, several thin figures staggered out.

Gao Wen watched intently, and under the starlight and aurora, he could clearly see the appearance of the new figures: they were a few "people" in black robes, but their appearances were hardly human-like, and their skin Withered and wrinkled, the surface is covered with bark-like lines. There are no eyeballs in the sunken eye sockets, but two dim yellow rays of light are embedded in them. They also have hands and feet, but when they walk, they are as stiff and ridiculous as puppets, and they sway. Walking in front of the three women, from under the black robe, there was a strange sound as if dry and cracked wooden branches were rubbing and breaking.

Gawain stood not far away, staring intently at those strange figures, full of doubts in his heart: What is this "thing"? Could it be that... they were the ones who said that they were trudging in the wasteland? !

He subconsciously lowered his sense of existence again. Although the other party didn't notice any signs, he was still afraid of destroying this coincidental "sightseeing" because of his carelessness - his intuition told him that what he saw was probably the Part of the truth about those cultists who roam the wasteland! !

At this time, the woman who spoke first spoke again: "I thought you wouldn't be able to come today."

"We are in the wasteland, and it is difficult to judge the time and distance," said one of the shriveled "figures" in black robes, "I hope we are not too late."

"It's not too long, I still have this patience," said the woman in the priest's robe, "How is the situation in the wasteland?"

"The winds of the wasteland are the same as always, the only change is that there is a group of outsiders reinforcing those barriers on the border...not worth worrying about."

"Still be cautious. During this time, try not to get too close to the border - especially the northern border. There is a very tricky person strengthening the barrier in the southeast of Ansu."

Gawain thought for a while, and felt that the "very difficult person" in the other's mouth should be referring to himself.

He thought he might have guessed who these people were.

I really didn't expect... After losing the "Dark Bridge", they were actually using the soul connection technology of the Eternal Sleeper to maintain their connection with the wasteland... And those withered figures in black robes... All things will die. "Internal response" in the wasteland? !

Who are they...or something that actually lives inside the magnificent wall? !

Gawain couldn't help looking at the shriveled men in black robes, and saw the headed one speak hoarsely, "We'll be careful—how's the progress on your side?"

"The information you provided has helped a lot, but the Mutagen of God's Sin has shown an abnormally high activity, which has led to a decline in the mutant's ability to respond to commands and maintain sanity. We need to confirm that it is a normal phenomenon caused by the difference between the internal and external environments of the wasteland. Or is there an error in the information you provided."

"There's nothing wrong with the data we provided," said one of the black-robed men, "but those are the original data in the wasteland environment. You really should make adjustments for the environment outside the wasteland. We can help with that. "

The woman in the priest's robe nodded solemnly: "This is the best - the Grand Master will remember your credit, and everyone will not forget your efforts and sacrifices in the wasteland."

The black-robed man at the head seemed to pull out a stiff smile, and a hoarse voice came out of his withered throat: "This is the sacrifice you should make as a martyr, Ms. Bertila Augustus."

"I don't use that surname anymore," the woman frowned immediately, "you should know."

"...Ah, sorry, I forgot. The wasteland environment makes it difficult for us to concentrate..."

Not far away, Gawain suddenly widened his eyes.

Bertila Augustus! !

He knew the name, he "remembered" the name, and he finally knew why it felt familiar after hearing that woman's voice! !

And at this moment, he also remembered that he had heard the name "Bertila" when he learned about the information of the End of Everything from Pittman - but at that time he only thought it was a duplicate name, because similar names It was not uncommon in the northern region or the northwest region of Typhon, but now he suddenly realized... this "Bertier" was the one he knew in his memory.

Bertila Augustus, sister of Roland Augustus, the founder of Typhon.

And, seven hundred years ago, the Northern Druid Sect recognized... a saint.

Did she live to this day? !

In this intense astonishment, Gawain finally lost control of his own aura a little, and in a brief moment, the aura he had carefully hidden leaked out a little.

It was the exposure of the breath at this moment that alerted the two elf sisters who had not spoken much and seemed to be serving as guards or sentries. They warned in unison: "There is a problem - stop contact!"

Can't hide anymore.

Gawain immediately made a judgment and realized that even if he escaped now, it had greatly aroused the vigilance of these believers of the end of all things—they knew that their contacts had been overheard and that their secrets had been exposed.

They must not be allowed to know that their secrets were exposed to Gawain Cecil!

At this moment, Gawain made a decision in his heart. He realized that this spiritual space was not created by the Eternal Sleeper, but only that these cultists were using some kind of device that the Eternal Sleeper "friends and sponsored" to connect, so he had no idea. Without hesitation, he created a new image for himself, then released his stealth state and strode forward.

Bertila Augustus watched in amazement as a tall and familiar figure appeared in the air. Even she exclaimed a word at this moment: "...Brother?!"

But then she reacted: "No—who are you?!"