Chapter 1487 Magic Guardian

Nightingale knelt down and touched the ground with her fingers. When she raised her hand, they both saw that her fingers were clean, not even a speck of dust on them.

This in itself is unusual.

If the battle of divine will continues to reincarnate, the Radiant Tribe will certainly not be the first winner to try to explore the bottomless realm. Whether it was a mistake and a fall, or a deliberate jump, there should be traces left behind, not to mention the naturally falling stones and soil.

Over the long years, this place is still as new as ever. It can only be thought that someone is constantly cleaning the bottom of the sinkhole.

"Hey, Wendy, can you hear my voice?" Nightingale took out the listening talisman and asked, but no one responded, "No...it seems that the communication distance is exceeded."

"Even if the distance is not exceeded, it may not be possible." Sai Luoshaxi said concisely and concisely, "If the god does not intend for people to leave with secrets, it should not be difficult for it to block the communication."

"Okay..." She shrugged, "What should we do next?"

Anna stared at the light strips on the ground for a long time before saying, "Do you feel that these "lights" are guiding us? "

They flickered extremely regularly, swaying outward from the soles of their feet like ripples, and disappeared into the darkness - except for where the three of them were standing, there was no movement elsewhere, as if they were still sleeping.

Silent Disaster tried to take a few steps in the opposite direction, and the light moved accordingly, but the direction it swung away remained the same.

"It seems so."

"Is the invitation from the gods... interesting?" Nightingale held the rifle in her hand, "Then let's go and see it."

The three of them followed the light belt and walked slowly at the bottom of the quiet cave. After about ten minutes, a bright entrance appeared in front of them.

Compared with the previous situation where I couldn't see my fingers, the next journey undoubtedly made people feel more relaxed - after all, no one likes to walk in a strange place shrouded in darkness and not knowing where the end is. Although we are still underground at the moment, at least They could already see the road around them clearly.

"Is this really the realm of consciousness..." Nightingale couldn't help but ask.

"Why do you say that?" Anna turned back.

"Because it has something to do with consciousness," she scratched her head. "Whether it's called the realm of consciousness or the source of magic, it sounds like something illusory. But this place..."

"It's like it was created." Silent Disaster suddenly spoke.

In this long passage, neither the walls nor the ground have anything to do with the word ethereal. They are hard, flat, and angular, making them pleasing to the eye. At the same time, these translucent metal blocks can also automatically emit bright lights, which will respond whether they are stepped on or pressed with hands. They will light up as fast as they are pressed, and sometimes some incomprehensible symbols will pop up. , there is no majesty and indifference like the divine realm that repels people thousands of miles away.

"Perhaps the world of consciousness was created," Anna's answer made the two of them slightly startled, "by people like you and me...or civilization."

Nightingale swallowed, "Isn't the other party... a god?"

"There is no conflict between the two," Anna shook her head. "I heard Roland say that the reason why Lan calls it a god is because it is the easiest way for us to understand. Just like for ants, we and gods It’s the same—”

She couldn't help but shudder, "This is really a disgusting statement."

"Indeed." Silence agreed unexpectedly, "But I can understand."

When Nightingale was about to say something else, she suddenly realized that the passage had reached the end.

"Is this... a wrong move?"

But soon, she heard a subtle hissing sound, a beam of light quickly swept across the three people, and then their appearance appeared on the wall at the end.

This change shocked even Anna.

But before the three of them could react, the wall quietly turned into countless hexagons and disappeared, and a huge circular space suddenly appeared in front of them.

Its edge is an encircling track, and the center is separated by a transparent "glass wall". Through that layer of glass, they can clearly see an astonishing sphere rotating below, and the sphere seems not to be a real thing, but to It is a fluid composed of electricity and light! Countless lightning bolts traveled up and down the tube wall, each one comparable to a thunderbolt piercing the sky. Although only separated by a layer of glass, the entire space is extremely quiet, as if the violent changes within it have nothing to do with the outside world.

The three of them couldn't help but hold their breath. No matter who saw this scene, they would feel sincerely shocked - no one could imagine that such a magnificent creation was hidden under an overseas island.

What surprised them even more was that a suspended tube floated out from the wall, slowly flew to Anna, and then opened the cover.

No matter how slow they were, the three of them understood what each other meant.

Silent Disaster and Nightingale looked at Anna together, waiting for her to make a decision. The latter stared at Roland for a long time before slowly letting go of his hands. Under the tug of the black fire, Roland, with his eyes closed, was firmly placed into the tank. Then the cover was closed, and the tube floated back to the wall and was embedded tightly into it, as if it disappeared into the wall.

"We...can this be considered a success?" Nightingale murmured.

"I don't know." Anna whispered back, "But at least we have accomplished the set goal. All we can do next is wait."

…

The dark starry sky gradually faded away, and white light filled all the vision.

In this infinite whiteness, a long staircase "appeared" at Roland's feet - this time there were no snowflakes and no familiar ceiling. He looked towards the other end of the road and saw that the stairs were connected to a flat open space. , nothing else.

I see……

He now understood why Lan said that he would naturally feel the erosion channel when it appeared.

The difference between the two worlds is so great that only a blind person cannot see it.

According to Lan, this is most likely the realm of the gods - but he doesn't know whether it was Ypsilon's astrolabe that provided the last expansion of the dream world, or whether the expeditionary force successfully completed its goal in reality. , before he arrived here.

But it doesn’t make much sense to think about it now.

Roland took a step towards the stairs.

This journey was not long, and not long after walking, he landed on the clearing. In the center of the open space is a unique throne, and a masked figure is sitting on it. The whole scene was extremely monotonous and concise, far from the "godly realm" he imagined.

Roland had thought that the gods would create an extremely splendid and solemn palace to give him a show of strength, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so simple. For a moment, he didn't know what tone to use to greet him.

"Are you... a god?"

In the end, he chose the most stable opening method.

If the other party is just an envoy or a messenger or something, that would be ridiculous.

"You can call me that, child." However, it responded directly, "But I prefer another term - Guardian of Magic."

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