Chapter 198 Dreams at Sea

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"On April 22, we are ready to go in there and explore the abyss."

"On April 23, we followed the dark ocean, penetrated the liquid mist, and arrived at the monster-like mountain peak. Behind it was the endless black mist, which seemed to cover a continent."

"However, if you look at the bottom of the mountain, you will feel that there is no end and no limit. I joked at the time that if I committed suicide by jumping off the cliff here, I might never reach the ground, but I would always fall."

The next day, a new Monday, a new tarot session.

Before reading this week's three pages of Roselle's diary, Klein was confident that he would not be frightened by any of the content after seeing the Uniqueness, the Level 0 Sealed Artifact, and even the True God, but it turned out that He was wrong.

This time the diary actually connected with the previous one "I Saw the Abyss"!

Seeing this, Klein almost raised his eyebrows. It was hard to believe that Russell, after seeing the abyss, dared to organize his knights and sailors to explore the border area.

"Isn't he afraid of death? It is rumored that it is a place that will corrode everything and make all living beings corrupt! At this stage, Russell is definitely not Sequence 4, not a demigod, at most Sequence 5, maybe not even... I will definitely turn the ship around immediately and report it to the church..." At this moment, Klein once again realized how huge the difference between himself and Russell was.

In addition, Russell's description of the boundary of the "abyss" reminded Klein of the mysterious stone door in Amon's mausoleum. After the steam came into contact with the "doll" of the Archbishop Horamik of the Mechanical Church, it appeared Similar picture.

I don't know what Russell will find there... At least he didn't die because of this exploration, and he lived a wonderful life afterwards... Klein lowered his eyes and read the rest of the diary on this page:

“On April 24, we descended along the mountain peak and tried to go deeper.

"The thick black fog is cold and slippery, as if it can penetrate flesh and soul. Haha, fortunately, some items on the Black Throne can effectively resist this corrosion, otherwise I suspect that I and my Knights of the Apocalypse will become Become a member of the French Dance Troupe."

"It's quiet here and we didn't find anything."

"On April 25th, we saw demons, but all they left were rotting corpses."

"Behind the rugged black rocks, under the mud that can't be called a road, there are different demon corpses in various normal or unimaginable places.

"It was as if they met the same death at the same moment."

"It's unbelievable. I saw plants in the abyss. Before I got closer, I didn't think it was a piece of dead wood. After all, there was a hole like an eye socket on its trunk. At first, I thought it was being stared at by something. This plant that might once have been a tree is not alive at all, it grew from the corpse of a rather large demon, and its surface is covered in blood."

"It's strange. I thought it was the remains of a tree, but my knights insisted that it was a monster. Their firm look made me almost suspect that there was something wrong with my eyes and cognition."

“On April 26, it’s either a corpse or silence, and there’s never an end ahead.

“Those items on the Black Throne are starting to show signs of corrosion.

“I have rarely felt scared in recent years, but here, the unknown fear was like an invisible hand, squeezing my heart tightly.

"Must leave! Must return! Can't stay any longer!"

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Entering the eighth day of the Sea of ​​God’s War.

It was probably the eighth day, because the clock had stopped running long ago, so I could only rely on my own intuition and biological clock to judge the passage of time.

The "Suicide" sailed quietly, and the deck was extremely quiet. Several disasters and distresses consumed the Extraordinaries and ordinary people below Sequence 7 on the ship, making Agaritu start to worry about the problem of building materials.

There are still eight adventurers left, and there are more than twenty crew members on the "Sad Death". The ship, which can accommodate 100 to 130 people, is now very spacious, spacious enough for a hunter named Anderson to be with Gilsey on the deck. Ace plays a kind of court badminton invented by Emperor Russell.

"Captain!" Gilcias seized every opportunity to try to shake Agaritu's dominance. "Are you going to allow these prisoners to walk around, have fun, and even despise your majesty on the respected 'Sad Death'?"

"..." Agaritu said, "No, this is good."

"More activities, exercise your muscles, and make your meat firmer and more delicious, so that it will be chewier when you dedicate it to the 'Death Ship'." He patted the second officer's shoulder and encouraged him perfunctorily, " Come on, try to integrate yourself with the 'Suicide' as soon as possible."

Probably because of these words, a rumor spread among the crew that "those who lose in the game will be sacrificed to the 'Sad Death'", which once set off a competitive trend on the ship. However, wherever there are extraordinary people, there will be small groups. Even if more than half of the remaining people die, they will still not unite and fight to survive. Before the competition even started, there were already black whistles and malicious competitions. Agaritu was so annoyed by the frequent complaints and cliques that he couldn't be serious about it, so he had to personally sacrifice the two leaders of the small group he admired most to prove this. It's indeed a rumor.

——Anyway, He already has the opportunity to enter the land abandoned by God. What’s wrong with me fishing?

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After finishing today's unpaid chores, Anderson Hood, who was temporarily a prisoner and slave, stretched out under the midday sun. Although it should be one o'clock in the morning, and the sunshine seems to be getting better and better, he still feels very comfortable and comfortable as his receptive ability and psychological quality are always strong.

He was going to find a dark place on the boat to take a nap. After all, there were dangers everywhere in this sea that could only be avoided by sleeping or dreaming, and he might encounter them suddenly at any time.

"Oh, isn't this Lao Sa?"

Walking out of the cabin, Anderson greeted the person next to him cheerfully: "Did you finish early today?"

He was answered by waves of breathless gasps. The Extraordinary's throat was tightly tightened by the rope of the winch. His eyes were turned upwards. A trembling hand stretched out in the direction of Anderson, and his limbs kept twitching. With.

"Old Sa, you're really unlucky. You caught up with the 'Suicide Boat' and wanted to have a late-night snack."

"Oh, I'm just an ordinary little hunter. How can I save you from the great 'Sui Sui'? All I can do is leave as soon as possible, otherwise I will be buried with you..."

Anderson sighed, but did not move a step. Instead, he looked at the Beyonder opposite with a malicious smile.

The Beyonder was really about to suffocate to death, but he happened to be a sailor. When his throat was already stuck, he used the sailor's ability to hold his breath to hold on until now. Seeing that Anderson wanted to die without mercy, the sailor, whose face was already red and purple from being suppressed, stretched a violently trembling hand into his arms and pulled out a silver-white but rusty chain tremblingly.

"Ouch, how can this be so embarrassing!"

Seeing this, the smile on Anderson's face was somewhat sincere. He wiped the sweat from his head, pulled up his collar, reached out and grabbed the rusty chain and pocket watch, and opened it happily. He looked at the hidden diamond-inlaid scale numbers inside, and then walked out:

"The captain said that we all cherish the materials and will need them in the future. Maybe his old man is willing to let you go. I'll go and tell him, just wait a moment, and you must hold on!"

The sailor who was strangled began to foam at the mouth and nodded with difficulty in the rope.

Anderson took a few steps quickly, feeling sweaty and seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

He took a few more steps and felt the air in front of him become distorted. The sun seemed to be right above his head, and there were no shadows around him. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but the "Suite" seemed to be emitting black gas.

"What the hell, why are you like this..." Anderson wiped his sweat again, and his back was already soaked. He suddenly understood,

He hurriedly lowered his head, enduring the burning pain on the back of his neck and back. For a few seconds, he suspected that he was already burning. After a full twenty seconds, the sky suddenly turned dark and the sun disappeared. Anderson waited for a few more seconds before raising his head again, and vaguely saw a light spot disappearing into the distant horizon. Near the light spot was daylight.

Anderson touched the hot top of his head with lingering fear, then turned to look in the direction of the winch.

I saw that the rope was burned and curled limply on the floor. The captured sailor had disappeared, and there was a black oil stain on the ground and the winch, which looked like a person when put together.

"Alas, poor old Sa, may he find peace in the country of the Lord of Storms." Anderson muttered to himself, and then smiled happily, "I will receive your relics for you. Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of him." For safekeeping.”

He waited there for a moment, until a blue crystal gradually appeared next to the black stain of humanity, and there seemed to be a crystal liquid flowing slowly in it, like a calm sea.

Anderson picked up the precipitated extraordinary properties, shook his head and clicked his tongue a few times, quickly ran to the deck, held it in both hands and presented it to Agaritu, who was looking at the stars in the sky in a trance.

The hunter felt a pity in his heart - it seemed that the captain must have lowered his head to avoid the sun just now.

At the same time, after many days of careful observation and research, he found that while the "Immortal King" conformed to the rumored cold-bloodedness, he was also a person with a relatively strong desire to communicate. Therefore, relying on his identity as a sea adventurer, Anderson racked his brains to use some extraordinary events he had personally experienced during sea exploration, as well as his rich knowledge of the Sea of ​​Gods to gain temporary safety.

"What are you looking at?" Anderson asked boldly.

Agaritu was interrupted from thinking - he was calculating, looking down from the high sky, where he and the "Sad Death" should be now, and how far away from the coastline of the God's Abandoned Land Distance - Anderson's act of daring to take the initiative to talk to him made him more convinced that he was a benevolent, democratic, and enlightened captain, so much so that even spare building materials could exercise subjective initiative and choose the cause of his own death.

Anderson was keenly aware that he seemed to be speaking at the wrong time, so he quickly said:

"Dear Captain, based on my experience, we are about to enter a sea full of darkness."

Agaritu postponed Anderson's death in his mind. After saying these words, he reluctantly turned his head and looked at Anderson and the extraordinary characteristics of the "Wind Blessed One" in his hand.

"Go on."

Anderson Hood knew that he had most likely walked around the door of life and death, and felt that his shirt that had not yet dried was soaked again. But he raised the corners of his mouth, controlled his emotions, and said in a confident and determined tone:

"Many sea areas in the ruins of the God War have mysterious dreams, and the rapid switching between night and day is a precursor to entering these sea areas, because dreams are shrouded in darkness and must be avoided by sleeping."

Dreams...the power of the night, the secrets...Agari Tu spoke concisely: "If you don't sleep, will you disappear?"

"Yes."

The hunter wanted to compliment him by saying, "You are so smart," but the words that came to his lips didn't sound right no matter how he said them. They were full of yin and yang flavor, so he finally chose to shut up.

Agaritu unfolded the treasure map he was visiting and took a look.

"This sea area and dreamland are also marked on your route." He said, "After here, you will soon reach the island where the treasure is buried that you are looking for."

Uh... are you really interested in this treasure map that is not authentic or fake? Anderson couldn't figure out what the devil meant, but he guessed that the death of himself and his crew members might be getting closer, and he felt his palms getting sweaty again. Later, the sweat evaporated into water vapor instantly due to the hunter's high body temperature. Anderson pretended to be calm and smiled:

"I heard that it is a ruins with buried treasures, and it is related to the legendary 'Land Abandoned by Gods' on the Eastern Continent."

No, this is most likely a pilgrimage route. It is not a treasure relic, but an archeology... Along the way, there are many maritime ruins built according to human body specifications. The height of each step is no more than thirty centimeters. They are probably used as a resting platform and the occasional ship. They are all in the shape of humans, with a faintly visible cross symbol, and at the worst they are elves of similar size.

The language traces carved on the pillars include the prototypes of ancient giant language and ancient dragon language. In ancient times, this route should have been a safe route for the outside world to go to the Eastern Continent—the human kingdom of the ancient Sun God—but it was full of danger because of the divine war...

If you go along this route, you will most likely encounter a stopping point of ancient humans.

Those cultural relics, ancient records or murals, and metal objects that may have been left as road signs are indeed treasures.

Agaritu mentally compiled what he had seen and heard along the way into a compressed package and sent it to Edward through the internal line.

Seeing that he was ignored, Anderson did not dare to continue speaking, racking his brains to think of any other information that could be used to buy his life.

At this time, the sky had completely lost its light and was completely shrouded in dense darkness.

In just a few words, the sky over the Sea of ​​Gods changed from noon to midnight. The change was so fast and so sudden that the pirates who came here for the first time were still shouting about lighting fires and lanterns.

"Go down." The pirate captain waved his hand, "Get through this sea."

As if he had received an amnesty, Anderson immediately placed the characteristics of the Wind Blessed on the square table beside the captain, and then jumped up and down to a flat and clean place on the deck. He wrapped his coat tightly, leaned his back against the barrel, and closed his eyes comfortably.

A few seconds later, the dirty words "Sleep" rang in everyone's ears, and there were constant sounds of falling to the ground.

Soon, even the "Sad Death", which could not dream, restrained its spirituality and slowed down its speed towards the east.

Agaritu also closed his eyes, letting his spirit body and thoughts fall silent together, simulating the feeling of "sleep". In a state of chaos, after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly woke up and found himself lying flat on the ground, with a dim sunset-like sky above him.

Is this what dreams are about?

The power of dreams filled this place, and Agaritu felt that his will was somewhat unclear. His brain seemed to have turned into glue, and it seemed as if there was a boulder hanging on his back. It was very difficult to move or think.

He sat up and noticed that he was lying on a large flat rock. He looked straight ahead, his pupils narrowed.

In front of the huge rock is a cliff with an invisible bottom, and on the opposite side of the cliff is a mountain peak covered with countless palaces, countless towers and majestic city walls.

Those buildings are majestic and gorgeous, layered and surrounded. They are extremely huge individually, unlike a place where humans live. When combined together, they have an indescribable sense of epic, miracle and myth.

The sun hung very far away, spreading the colors of dusk onto the city, and the light seemed to be solidified.

"Twilight... the giant, this is... from Fusac's myth..." Agaritu cheered up, but soon sadly found that he could not resist the hypnotic effect of dreams at all.

Looking around, the crew was in many different places, all doing their own thing, looking pretty funny.

And Anderson seemed to be very active, exploring the surrounding area in a small area.

He made a last-ditch effort to contact Edward Vaughan in his dream and sent an application to let him temporarily take over this ray of consciousness for exploration.

——To put it simply, let the data of "Edward Vaughn" temporarily cover yourself.

Fortunately, the internal line is open around the clock, and Edward has been paying attention to the situation in the sea area of ​​​​the Gods.

He approved the application, fell asleep in the outside world, and then quickly relied on mystical contact coverage to transfer over. In the dream, Agaritu's character image was quickly modified, and his appearance and clothing were constantly changing and reorganizing. Soon, Edward Vaughan yawned, stood up from the boulder quickly, and looked into the distance.

"It turns out to be the real Giant King's Court."

"Is it hidden in a dream? No, no, it's in the real world, it's just invisible."

"This sharp corner is exactly the same as a roof of the Twilight Palace. Maybe the designer or ancestor who built the Twilight Palace had also seen the Giant King's Court in the dream."

Edward said to himself happily. Like a tourist who had just arrived at a scenic spot and wanted to take photos, he changed several positions on the boulder and found the best angle. He used the thumbs and index fingers of both hands to form a A rectangular frame was pointed at the Giant King's Court: "Click!"

Finally, He jumped down from the boulder and came to the edge of the bottomless cliff.

"In dreams, cliffs should have other occult meanings."

"Insurmountable, dangerous..."

"The real Giant King's Court was not destroyed in the war. It is on the other side of the cliff - here is the ruins of the God War, a dangerous sea area, and a barrier hiding the Eastern Continent. The cliff is likely to symbolize this place! And on the opposite side is Eastern Continent.”

Edward thought to himself for a while, fully experiencing the fun of archeology and traveling in this huge and gorgeous dream. At this time, a pirate running around on the ground just walked up to him and stood a few meters away looking expectantly at the Giant King's Court in the distance.

Edward was stunned for a moment, and then he understood - a collective dream? This sea area is everyone’s dream! ——He approached the pirate sailor very curiously and asked, "What are you looking at there?"

The pirate sailor stared obsessively at the magnificent and magnificent giant palace made of gold, and murmured to himself:

"Gold..."

"A lot of gold..."

"It seems that people in dreams basically reveal their innermost nature...an undefended dream."

The Angel of the Abyss, who relied on his personality and strength to resist the hypnotic effect of the dream, was thoughtful. He reached out and grabbed the giggling pirate, slit his throat, and saw the bright red blood slipping down.

The pirate died quickly, but his blood kept flowing out, seemingly endlessly.

The blood flowed towards the cliff as if it were alive, constantly weaving and connecting to form a one-meter-wide hollow bridge. It extended from the edge of the cliff to the other side, but just after extending for more than ten centimeters, it collapsed uncontrollably and fell into the dark cliff.

"The concept of 'uncrossable'..."

Edward frowned and whispered. The fingers of his right hand lightly scratched the palm of his hand, and a five centimeter-long opening was opened in the center of his palm.

His palms were upward, and blood slowly flowed from the wound. Edward seriously and carefully tilted his palm for half a minute, and a wisp of blood immediately slipped off and fell to the ground with a splat.

Rumble…

The ground suddenly began to shake, and the surrounding scenery continued to distort and fluctuate!

The spiritual blood shook this dreamland, and the concept of "insurmountable" represented by the cliff was also impacted. The darkness in the cliff surged, and quickly shrank downwards like a living object.

After the darkness receded downward, a blank space was revealed.

It is truly blank, and the cliff has actually become suspended in the air!

Another drop of blood fell, and the devil's blood curse took effect in the dream space. This drop of blood turned into an overwhelming red tide, rushing and rolling in mid-air, rushing directly to the opposite side of the cliff!

"I arrived at the place abandoned by the gods in my dream, and I will probably still be where I am after I wake up."

"It is indeed the handiwork of the goddess of the night. But if I go to the land abandoned by the gods now - is it a breach of contract against the true creator, right?"

"Of course, you may have to worry about the goddess of the night noticing here first."

Edward smiled and stepped onto the red tide. The ocean in mid-air suddenly solidified, like a long bridge.

When he took this step, the dreamland shook violently.

"If you find it, just find it! It would be better if it threatens my personal safety!"

He stopped testing and waiting, and immediately took steps forward, moving quickly on the red bridge. In just a few steps, he had reached the middle of the cliff, and was about to approach the city wall outside the Giant King's Court!

At this moment, it seemed as if countless mirrors were shattered at the same time. A blurry halo appeared on the edge of this collective dream. Beyond the halo seemed to be the scenery of the Sea of ​​Gods. I don’t know when light appeared in the sky again. Now it is It's the eve of dawn.

Edward turned a blind eye and ran straight away, rushing to the edge of the bridge like the wind.

Under close observation, he discovered that the giant royal court in this dream was actually built against the cliff, with an observation terrace, a port, and a small piece of land protruding from the sky. Behind these small facilities was a huge door. The heavy door, the keyhole on the door is beyond imagination!

The keyhole alone is as big as an adult's open palm. The key itself is absolutely huge beyond imagination. It belongs to a giant!

"There is a key that opens or closes the door to the land abandoned by God..."

"No, it should be said to be the key to opening or closing the Giant King's Court! The Giant King's Court is the real gate to the Land Abandoned by God!"

Edward felt awe-struck in his heart. The long bridge under his feet suddenly collapsed. The sunlight shone in, and everything that happened to fall on it disappeared like bubbles without a trace. The sun fell in front of him, and the giant royal court in the dream suddenly disappeared.

He had no choice but to retreat to the edge of the cliff where he came from, waiting to wake up.

After a few seconds, the sun absorbed everything in the dream, and everyone woke up in the light.

Anderson yawned and vaguely remembered that he seemed to have seen a black monastery in his dream. He knocked on the door, and someone actually responded and said something to him, but he had completely forgotten it as he came out of the dream. .

Agaritu, who was sitting on the chair, also woke up. He was sorting through the large amount of information and intelligence synchronized in his mind, and felt a little enlightened for a moment.

"A giant key?"

He murmured to himself: "I seem to have heard of this kind of thing somewhere..."

After thinking to no avail, he stood up and looked forward, only to see that the ship had left the previous sea area. There were more ruins and building wreckage around the sea, and the sky became dark, with thunder and lightning flashing from time to time.

Then he noticed a small dark shadow on the horizon in front of him.

A few dozen nautical miles ahead, an island with a dilapidated port appeared.

There is a very eye-catching building on the island. It seems to be a tall stone pillar, but it has been broken and it is impossible to determine the original appearance of the pillar.

TBC

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You won’t even let me rest, right? Oh well! (forbearance)