Chapter 811: Erosion by the Wind and Sand

Ashes... it's easy to be assimilated by ashes...

The young nun's words made Vanna slightly stunned. In this brief moment, she felt that something in her mind seemed to loosen a little, but just when she was about to ask something else, the black-dressed nun in front of her suddenly showed her a faint smile, and then turned into a piece of ashes that drifted in the wind in front of her.

"Ding... Ding Ding..."

The familiar knocking sound came from nowhere again, and then Vanna felt another breath appearing in this church. She suddenly looked in the direction of her perception, but only saw a hazy black shadow standing at the door of the church.

Then, the black shadow slowly walked towards her - with every step, the outline of the black shadow became clearer, and she finally saw clearly that the black shadow was an old priest with a slightly hunched back and wearing an old church uniform.

The old priest held a dim lamp in his hand, and his palm had a metallic texture in the light. He seemed to have lost his arm in a battle many years ago and replaced it with a prosthetic arm driven by steam. He slowly walked towards Vanna, but his eyes never fell on the latter - the slightly sunken eyes seemed to be looking at a farther place.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly surged up, and Vanna couldn't help but get up from the bench and greeted the figure with a strange sense of familiarity: "Hello, may I ask where..."

The old priest finally stopped, his eyes still looking at a place behind Vanna, and said calmly: "You have entered the wrong branch of history, Inquisitor - hurry up and find a way to leave here, before you become ashes here... He can't tell anymore."

"He can't tell anymore? Who is he?" Vanna asked subconsciously.

"The god who records history..." the old priest said softly, and as he spoke, his figure began to quickly turn into ashes that drifted with the wind, leaving only vague sentences floating into Vanna's ears, "... everything... will flow into the final chaos..."

A wisp of slightly warm ash was blown by the invisible wind and passed over Vanna's fingertips. The moment she touched the wisp of ash, Vanna was suddenly shocked!

She still couldn't remember her past, couldn't remember where this place was, but she noticed the warning in her heart... She couldn't continue to sink here, she had to find a way out!

The next second, she suddenly stepped towards the door of the church.

The door of the church was ajar, and Vanna pushed it open. The boundless night suddenly filled her vision. The day had ended at some point, and the endless desert had ushered in the night. The heat had faded from the sea of ​​sand, and the cold wind of the night began to dominate the forgotten yellow sand. The wind blew chaotically from afar, rolling up sand and dust like fine blades and whistling past. The sand grains slapped on the surrounding ruins and also on Vanna's arms and cheeks, causing sharp pain.

The skin that was strong enough to resist small-caliber ammunition was scratched by the sand blown by the wind, leaving tiny wounds. Vanna looked at her arm in surprise. She saw that there was no blood flowing out of her wound, but there were fine ashes like black smoke floating out of it, as if being absorbed by the whole world and constantly dissipating in the air.

She was being "absorbed" by this world.

At this moment, she instinctively thought of the plan to temporarily return to the church, but the next second, she remembered what the nameless nun and the old priest said to her, and a warning sign suddenly arose.

It is far more dangerous to sink in the shelter than to face the wind and sand directly - a safe place will wear down one's will with higher efficiency and dissolve one's own existence.

Leave this city first... These "ruins" standing in the desert cannot provide any protection from the wind and sand. On the contrary, their existence itself is dangerous... It is counterintuitive here. It may be safer in the barren yellow sand...

Countless thoughts flashed through Vanna's mind in an instant, and her actions did not hesitate at all. After simply using the tattered cloak to slightly block the wind and sand, she took a step and strode towards the exit of the city in her memory.

The yellow sand around her undulated and squirmed, as if something was disturbed, or it might be that this city did not allow "leaving" from the beginning. Vanna suddenly saw something sticking out of the sand from the corner of her eyes, and the next second, a hand tightly grasped her ankle.

A human body made of sand emerged from the yellow sand, grabbing Vanna like a soulless evil corpse. It crawled on the ground, and its face, which was constantly flowing and deforming, suddenly rose up, uttering a series of indistinct roars and mutterings!

However, the arm made of sand could not stop Vanna's steps at all. She took a step and broke the obstruction of the "sand man". Then she stepped on the ground with force. With a loud bang, the violent shock wave tore the crawling body on the ground and dispersed a large area of ​​yellow sand around.

In the flying dust, Vanna saw something exposed from under the yellow sand. It was a stone pillar that had been buried for many years. On the stone pillar, you could vaguely see a line of words engraved: "... Wilhelm... The black sun descended from... We failed..."

The surprise lasted only a moment, but Vanna did not hesitate at all. She forced all the thoughts that suddenly emerged in her heart to the side and continued to run forward without hesitation.

The wind suddenly howled, and all kinds of sounds came from the air. Those vague and overlapping noises seemed to be the hawking of countless vendors, as well as the sounds of pedestrians and carriages.

In the ruins of the sand city under the night, countless lively sounds surrounded Vanna. An invisible prosperous city was waking up beside her. She could almost imagine the lively, prosperous and vibrant scene beside her at this moment, and imagined a city that was still full of vitality in the night. At the same time, she saw lights appearing in the distance from the corner of her eyes.

There were dots of lights in the ruins of the city, and floating light sources appeared among the broken and dilapidated ruins. They looked like lights in street lamps and shop windows on the street. There were lights floating higher up, like thousands of lights in residential buildings.

This scene is like after the city was destroyed or even completely forgotten, the lights that had been lit in the city still stubbornly remained in the original place, remaining in the memory of history. Whenever night falls, they will still light up in the place where they once shone...

The city outlined by the lights woke up in the night, and the lights illuminated the broken bricks and collapsed stone pillars covered by yellow sand. Many vague figures appeared in the lights, coming and going, making unclear sounds.

Fanna held the sword and passed through these phantoms. No matter what kind of illusions were around, she ran forward with a clear goal, without any pause or hesitation.

But her body was still uncontrollably assimilated and swallowed by the invisible ashes around her. She had more and more wounds. Even when there was no sand scraping, her body seemed to be damaged by itself. Black smoke and ashes continued to escape from her body, and every time they escaped, she could hear the surrounding sounds more clearly and see the surrounding scenes more clearly.

After a moment, she suddenly heard a clear conversation. The voice was right next to her ear, and it even seemed to be talking to her--

"Have you heard? The Thirteen Islands of Veselan disappeared... News came from the north a few days ago... That terrible ship opened a rift to the warp..."

Vanna ignored the voice in her ear. She waved her arms, and the wind blew away the dust around her. A broken leaflet appeared out of thin air in the dust and flew past her eyes. There was a familiar face printed on the leaflet.

It was a wanted poster. The face of Tirian Abnomal appeared on the leaflet. Below the head portrait was a string of astonishingly large numbers-countless zeros. Rather than saying it was a bounty, it was more like a horror joke deliberately made to show that "this person is infinitely dangerous."

Suddenly, a rhythmic music sounded from the night. A huge crowd seemed to emerge at the end of a distant street. Vanna heard someone shouting something over there. She vaguely heard the voice——"... Frost has welcomed a new queen... Her Majesty Reno will be crowned today. May we bathe in the queen's glory, be blessed by her, and be loyal to her..." Then, all kinds of voices came again, all kinds of relics appeared, and all kinds of information surrounded Vanna as if they had consciousness——

On one side of the road, it was the day when Frost Queen Reno was crowned as king. On the other side of the road, At the intersection, it was the day of the Frost Rebellion. On the street below, people were discussing the wanted order for the former Frost General Tirian. On the high platform not far away, relics from the ancient city-state era were being displayed. A great historian was giving a speech to the crowd. He was one of the most important discoverers of the ancient city-state era, but Fanna didn't know him...

In front of her, a figure suddenly emerged from the wind and sand. It was a man with ragged clothes, unbalanced behavior, and trance in his eyes. He held a crumpled paper roll and a pencil in his hands, standing there blankly, as if he was terrified by the surrounding environment.

He kept bowing to the people around him, as if he was stopping passers-by to ask about something. He mumbled and sometimes suddenly shouted, like a madman.

Vanna walked past the figure quickly, but suddenly stopped. She heard the ragged man holding a pen and paper asking passers-by: "Excuse me... what year is it here? Does anyone know what year I am in now?"

Vanna immediately looked at the man who seemed a little confused, but saw that the latter also raised his head and looked over here almost at the same time.

"Hello, my name is Puman," the crazy man waved his arms. Although his behavior was unbalanced and his eyes were dazed, he still maintained decent politeness. "I am dreaming again, but this time I can't find the exit... May I ask what year it is this time?"

Puman...the famous "mad poet" Puman?

Vanna was in a trance for a moment, and the next second, she saw the man who called himself "Puman" disappear in the wind and sand again.

Only the crumpled paper roll and pencil head he had held in his hand fell to the ground.