Chapter 775 Hello, World

The star dome, the red moon, the giant painting... just like what Pasha described in advance.

No matter what kind of thing it is, it gives people the feeling of incomparable grandeur. Only when you are in it can you truly feel its vastness. It is no wonder that they call this place the realm of the gods.

Is this teleportation? Or the sea of ​​consciousness?

Roland squatted down and gently touched the floor. It looked like it was polished by stone, but the surface was as smooth as a mirror, and the cold, hard touch came from his fingertips accurately, as if what he saw was not fabricated. fantasy, but reality.

However, after experiencing the realistic and exaggerated dream world, it is difficult for such a scene to scare him anymore.

Roland looked up at the dome. The huge red moon covered the giant painting like a round cake. If you look at it carefully, you can still see the surging lines on its surface. If you have to use anything to describe it, it is the sea. It is not as dazzling as the sun, it is clearly red all over, but it always feels that it is not glowing. The red ripples are like waves and whirlpools, densely covering the entire field of vision.

The only problem is that this circle is a bit too round.

It hardly looks like a sphere, but a large flat circle.

Maybe the red moon is too close to him?

Roland looked at it carefully for a while, but after all, he couldn't connect it with the red flying star observed by astrologers. It doesn't look like a planet or a star. If the battle of divine will really started because of it, how could it come to the world?

An idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

If the chief astrologer, the Scattered Star Scholar, is to accept the call of the relic of the gods, can you confirm from the faintly twinkling stars on the dome that this thing is indeed the red moon?

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the poor old man was directly paralyzed by fright.

Roland shrugged, stood up, and looked around at the four giant paintings surrounding the red moon.

The throne, the sea, the shady scene, and himself.

Except for the scene in the underground hall of the third border city, these records were all consulted in the library of the Privy Temple. There is nothing special about it. The relic is probably like a recorder, which can feed back the scene around it in real time. According to Pasha, the completely blackened giant painting belongs to the eliminated underground civilization.

Roland greeted himself and Wendy in the painting, but the latter two didn't respond, obviously they couldn't hear his shout.

What about affecting reality?

He approached the scroll of the throne, and reached out to touch the scroll itself. It felt like a piece of soft and smooth cloth, with a very fine texture, and the images on it were just images, and he could not step over the frame and enter the world in the painting.

After turning around, Roland didn't find any more new discoveries. He was about to head out to the outside of the hall to find out if this place was truly boundless, when a sound suddenly came from the scroll behind him.

In this silent environment, the sound is very clear, like the friction between steel and steel, or the echo of hard objects hitting the ground.

In an instant, he felt the hairs all over his body stand on end!

Hell, no one mentioned that these giant paintings can still make sounds!

He stopped, turning his head abruptly.

I saw a dark armored warrior sitting on the throne at some point in the picture showing the throne, with a pair of scarlet eyes condescendingly sweeping towards him.

And another painting also had movement.

A large number of bubbles surged upwards with a muffled thud, and then a huge eyeball protruded from the dark seabed, approaching the edge of the picture little by little, as if it wanted to stick out of the frame. The three pupils arranged in a triangle stared at him together, which was really uncomfortable at first glance.

Are you making an appointment?

Roland couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't hide and play tricks, he wasn't afraid of these two monsters that didn't look scary in appearance.

Isn't it the guardian of high-level devils and relics of unknown civilizations?

He raised his head and walked to the center of the four giant paintings, and looked at the two alien creatures.

"Good afternoon, are you also here to participate in the Battle of Divine Will?"

"This life-and-death war must be fought? Can't we sit down and talk?"

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"Even if you don't understand, just squeak!"

"Hey, isn't this a game of determination, whoever closes his eyes first will be the loser?"

Roland tried to communicate with them, but never got a response.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he seems to feel that the devil's chest is rising and falling more and more quickly, and his huge eyeballs are gradually trembling.

Is this the sequelae of staring? Could it be that they can only look at themselves helplessly like this, and then whose eyes are sore first? How dangerous is this, even if a person visits this place, there is no problem.

He rolled his eyes, and when he was about to stop this boring confrontation, a group of black tentacles suddenly appeared in the scroll!

They rushed towards the devil and the eyeball like snakes, binding them tightly.

This is... what the hell? Roland couldn't help but froze.

The devil finally moved, it grabbed the throne tightly, and let out a series of strange screams! Flames and transparent blades flashed around it, wrestling with tentacles. But the number of tentacles is astonishing, and the seemingly soft little hand on the end can easily break the weapon summoned by the other party.

As if the devil was fighting an invisible and powerful enemy, the scream became more and more intense, and even Roland felt the tension in its tone. As a flash of lightning shot out from the armor, the tentacle finally took a step back, releasing its grip. Taking advantage of this opportunity, it staggered up from the seat, ran out of the range shown by the giant painting without looking back, and broke a section of the armrest of the throne in a panic.

And the giant-eyed monster is not much better, a few tentacles have pierced into the eyeballs, just looking at it makes people feel painful. A light blue liquid trickled out of the penetrating part, like tears streaming down his face. It didn't make strange screams like a devil, but continuously shot out dazzling rays of light from its three pupils, blocking most of its tentacles.

Suddenly, all the pupils of the giant eye monster opened at the same time, and a looming ripple rushed towards the giant painting. Roland suddenly felt that he was hit by a smell full of stench, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the tentacles also loosened their entanglement with the eyeballs, which quickly slid towards the direction they came from, and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye. among. At the same time, the blue water above the head is also rapidly darkening, as if the angle of view is sinking, and after a while, no light can be seen at all.

"Uh...is this the end?"

Roland looked at the messy scroll of the throne inexplicably, and then looked at the scroll of sea water that had become pitch black, but he didn't come back to his senses for a while.