Chapter 804

In the palace stagnant in the twilight, the corridors are deep and long, the halls are wide and empty, and whispers of unknown origin echo lowly behind every door, as if countless invisible guests are gathering in this ancient and illusory palace, As they continued their never-ending banquet, they looked maliciously at the visitors who entered the palace.

The footsteps of Rosetta Augustus resounded suddenly in the empty corridor.

The ruler of the Typhon Empire walked along the corridor that he had walked countless times, as if he did not hear the strange whispers that were constantly coming from the surrounding, his figure was in the twilight radiating light. Shadows of different lengths were cast under the narrow window, each of which trembled slightly as if it was about to come alive, but gradually returned to calm under the emperor's ignorance.

He came to the deepest room of the palace, to the place where the portraits of the members of the Augustus family were hung.

The expressionless faces were embedded in the dark frames, staring at Rosetta Augustus with indifferent and cold eyes. A muffled mumble that was not like a human voice.

Those "alive" picture frames are all Augustus members in the last two hundred years without exception. After the collapse of the old imperial capital, the Augustus who were born active after the curse came.

And those who were active between 700 years ago and 200 years ago just stayed quietly in the frame, acting as a cold portrait.

Rosetta is used to it.

Nightmare is the product of the curse, and it is also a reflection of the cursed person's spiritual world. It takes the collapse of the old imperial capital two hundred years ago as a node. Before the collapse, the souls of Augustus were free, and nightmares could only be projected. Out of the illusion of no soul, the Augustus after the great collapse were trapped in this dream world, becoming the source of many strange things here, and making this nightmare world more strange and dangerous.

Rosetta's eyes swept across the living portraits, her expression indifferent.

Those were his fathers, grandparents, some of whom he was closest to in his childhood, and some were the prototypes of the heroic stories he had heard since he was a child, but that was what happened before they were alive - now, they are just this weird dream palace Part of it is a part of this curse. In them, any expectation of family affection and humanity will lead to a tragic ending early. This is the experience and lessons learned by generations of Augustus family members with their lives.

But as long as you keep your sanity and restrain your greed and rashness, the shadows in these nightmares will have other uses.

In the portraits that come to life, Rosetta's grandfather, the wise George Augustus, seems to have noticed something. The pale and withered face turns, and his eyes fall on Rosetta Augustus. , the low eerie grunt became a human-recognizable voice: "Ah, look who's here... my dear grandson... how are you?"

The other portrait next to him also became active and glanced at Rosetta: "It doesn't look very good, look at how tired he is, it is not so easy to rule an empire. Children, you should learn to adjust your state, don't Waste your life early."

Several other portraits nearby immediately echoed.

Rosetta ignored these buzzing conversations, and just said indifferently: "This palace is appearing more and more frequently, what changes does it indicate?"

"Really indifferent..." The portraits said one after another.

Rosetta just looked at them blankly.

"What change do you want? Are you closer to us?" George Augustus laughed hoarsely, "It's a pity, although we also really wanted the day of our family reunion to come as soon as possible, you always refused. It's very good, this nightmare is far from you..."

"But other things are getting closer and closer to the real world you live in..." Another portrait next to it added.

"Something else? What?" Rosetta frowned.

"Any other 'legacy of the gods'?"

"Then we don't know..." murmured Marjorie Augustus, who was next to George Augustus, "but it doesn't seem to be the same as ours... It's some kind of personal resemblance, The power is also similar, but it is only similar. Perhaps it is because of this 'similarity' that we have a feeling, and the curse on you is also activated. "

Listening to these indistinct words and thinking about the corresponding clues in the real world, Rosetta's brows furrowed tightly. At the same time, he also heard the voice of his father, Marjorie Augustus. It came again: "All in all, you have to be more careful recently. It seems that the real world you are in will undergo some changes. It may not be aimed at you, but its mere existence is enough to threaten you."

George Augustus also said: "We can't help you in the real world in this 'inside', but we will try our best to expand the induction, look for its clues, and also look as deep as possible in the dream illusion of history. Clues, maybe... can help you."

Rosetta raised her head, looked at her father and grandfather, looked at the older Augustus, watched them speak and offered advice, watched them get into lively discussions, and made suggestions for herself. But he just maintained a cold expression and took two steps back.

At the place where he was standing, the patterned stone bricks had been filled with a layer of ink at some time, and countless tentacle-like wriggling things with a little starlight squirmed and extended in the ink color, and the surrounding air was in harmony. More shadows emerge that connect, dancing as if trying to grab something.

"I won't bother you to do more things," Rosetta said coldly. "It's better to return to the dream world if you have a dream."

Those dark tentacles with a little starlight instantly accelerated their dancing, as if they were caught in a frenzy, while those portraits who had been chatting with Rosetta gently and eagerly offering help just a moment ago glared at them in unison. , a pair of eyes were filled with blood at the same time, each face became hideous at the same time, and each voice shouted with anger:

"Damn you! We want to help you so badly!"

"We are full of good intentions, but you only have suspicion - you are destined to be an unkind and unjust tyrant, a foolish king who has turned his back on the teachings of our ancestors!"

"You will be cast aside by your subjects. All you bring to this empire is depravity, and its path forward is only destruction!"

"Come back, go back to your family, go back to your father and grandfather, only we are your real family, see yourself clearly!"

The reprimands became more and more high, gradually mixed together, and gradually turned into murmuring whispers and harsh screams that humans could not understand, but Rosetta Augustus just frowned and stepped back quickly. More and more tentacles appeared in the air, and they seemed to be madly trying to tie him to this place, but those tentacles disintegrated before they touched Rosetta, and turned into a mist of dust, just like things in a dream can't be. Injuring a living person in the real world and returning without success.

But Rosetta himself knew that as long as he had the slightest hesitation, the slightest weakness and compromise, those tentacles weren't so "harmless".

He eventually retreated to the door, out of the reach of the portraits.

"I'm sure your help is sincere - but it would be better if you didn't want me 'family reunion' with you so much."

After leaving a sentence with a mocking expression, he decisively left the room.

The door in the dream slammed shut, completely blocking the chaotic and crazy whispers in the room on the other side of the door.

Rosetta walked along the corridor from where she came, towards the outer area of ​​the palace.

On the walls on both sides of the corridor, the hanging portraits also came to life, and the Augustus of the two hundred years appeared on the portraits one by one, sending out various high-pitched messages to Rosetta who passed through the corridor. Curses, or strange murmurs that are drowsy and irritable, the twilight light from outside the window shakes uneasy, as if the whole palace is alive and full of anger.

But in the end, nothing could hurt Rosetta, who resolutely rejected this nightmare, and the Typhon ruler hurried out of the most dangerous corridors, away from where the portraits could see.

In the relatively "normal" long hall, the murmured voices that were ubiquitous turned out to be much more cordial and friendly at the moment.

In the depths of the palace, a faint sigh came into Rosetta's ears, and there was helplessness in the sigh.

That was the source of the curse, the sigh of the true master of the palace.

For Rosetta, the best response to the owner of this voice is - don't respond to him.

The twilight rays from outside the palace shone into the long hall through the high glass windows, casting pale golden grilles in the hall. Compared with the previous moment, these rays of light no longer swayed.

Rosetta exhaled softly, preparing to leave this hall and return to the outer areas of the palace.

But suddenly, his footsteps stopped, his eyes fixed on a certain door on the side of the long hall - the handle of the door turned, and then was slowly pushed open a gap.

Rosetta's spirit tightened for a moment.

In this palace, every door means a different level of danger, and those who open the door voluntarily often have the most thorough malice.

But this is not necessarily the case. Sometimes the dreams of members of the Augustus family will be connected. At that time, when the door is pushed, it may be...

A figure wearing a long black long court dress, with smooth black hair draped with golden chains in the hair pushed open the door and appeared in front of Rosetta Augustus.

The Typhon ruler was visibly relieved.

"Father?" Matilda was obviously nervous for a moment when she saw the figure in the hall, but she was relieved after confirming that it was Rosetta's face - the still-surviving family members would not become Of the evil spirit in the palace, "You too... fell into a dream?"

"It seems that I fell into a dream at the same time as you." Although Rosetta relaxed a little, she still looked majestic when facing her daughter, "It's already midnight here."

"I'm in the capital of Cecil, I just fell asleep, and it's still a while before midnight," Matilda said. "What are you doing here? I just felt that the palace suddenly became... extraordinarily restless. "

"I went to the bottom and asked some questions," Rosetta said briefly. "They should be very angry by now."

"...are you in danger?"

"Of course, there is no security here."

As soon as Rosetta finished speaking, a harsh scream suddenly came from the corridor leading to the deep part of the palace. The whispering voices fell silent for a short time.

But soon, the screeching disappeared and everything was back to normal.

"...It's your brother," Rosetta said after a few seconds of silence, "he's the 'newest one' here, and his voice can occasionally penetrate the corridor's barriers and affect this side. "

Matilda took a breath and couldn't help but said softly, "Brother..."

"He has left to become a part of this palace," Rosetta said solemnly and earnestly, "Matilda, always remember, remember your boundaries with this palace, even if there is your brother here, Your grandfather, your uncles and aunts, you have to remember, they've all gone, they've become 'them', the malicious spirits here, the dangerous beings who are always trying to drag you into the deepest .

"Only by keeping this in mind will you be safe and alive, sometime in the future, after I have become part of this palace as well."

Matilda lowered her head: "...I will keep it in mind, Father."

The expression on Rosetta's face eased a little, and he nodded: "Since we have met here, let's talk about your experience.

"What kind of place is Cecil in your eyes?"