Chapter 71 First Arrival at Prospero

After the red boy fell into Prospero like a meteor, he had not dreamed of the burning earth for a long time.

The phantom of the lonely moon was stained with scarlet at the end of the long firelight. The gorgeous square made of black glass was destroyed and shattered into millions of ever-changing rotating fragments under the golden-handled axe wrapped in blue lightning. The silent people cast cold glares at him, and brown oil and fire floated in the green pool beside the once lush trees and the shade of the trees.

The Pyramid of Photep and the great library that condensed countless crystals of knowledge and wisdom turned into dust in the manic wolf howling. The savage wolves bit the fragments of civilization, and the burning sections of papyrus rolled in the suffocating smoke.

Under the sky, everything was dust.

A black snake coiled on the top of the dead branch that was burned by fire, smiling at him fiercely, and the snake scales were tens of millions of ever-changing black eyes.

When the dead branches broke, a pair of extremely colorful and gorgeous wings grew out of the thousands of eyes, and the azure luster dyed the remaining light of its movement, gliding from the tall tree with the giant snake, and the bird claws on the snake pressed his shoulders and threw him into the earth that was being destroyed.

Its hissing sound was confusing, and the infinite changes tortured every nerve of his screaming.

A moment later, the shape of the giant snake changed again, and he saw a monster wearing a black robe, with fluffy hair and a pale face, with an eternal mocking smile on his mouth.

The next moment, this inhuman image turned into smoke again and dissipated...

He woke up from his dream, and the cool shadow of the fig tree and the water vapor of the pond still peacefully dispelled the midday heat for him.

In the distance, the pyramids were still bathed in the clear sky, and there was no sign of destruction, as if this tranquility would last forever.

"What's wrong, Amon?" The young voice came curiously, and the energetic tone contained infinite curiosity.

Amon turned his head and saw the young red giant sitting under the shade of a tree holding a book. His copper hair was as lush and fluffy as flames, and as soft as the most gentle vermilion grass.

"Another dream about destruction. I have had it many times." Amon explained to the young giant gently.

After the red child came to Tizca, he witnessed how he completed the transformation from student to mentor in just one year. He was a genius that Prospero had never had.

The figure of the Red Son also grew bigger and bigger, as if only a few days and moons had passed, and he grew into a big child about four meters tall - his heart was still pure and flawless, and he walked on the beautiful road of seeking and exploring like a child with curiosity all day long.

"Is there anything different in this dream?" Magnus shook his hand holding the book, and the wheat-colored linen softly rippled with his movement.

"It's the same old thing." Amon said, but he remembered the black-robed man who appeared last. His heart, which was gripped by pain because of witnessing the destruction, gradually became alert.

Is that the person associated with this dream of the destruction of all things?

Or is it the black-robed man who burned all the dust?

When this thought arose in his mind, he seemed to hear a sharp bird cry, like a drop of water rubbing against gravel, silk rolling over gold and iron, and it swept away unpredictably.

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The fog there has become thicker in recent days, and the waves of the vast ocean are endless, surging around the psychic planet that is particularly conspicuous in the subspace.

Countless ripples intertwined, and in the dazzling web of changes, the sound of overlapping rubbing and rustling gradually sounded, coming and going in a moment, and everything is not the same as the previous moment.

Morse stopped outside Prospero for a while, quietly suspended in the vast ocean.

Something is waiting for him.

He confirmed this very clearly.

Mors suddenly wanted to laugh out loud, because in Olympia, he had offended every one of them.

He observed the energy trend around Prospero, calmed down, and once again checked his various status indicators and the condition of the young Perturabo body he carried.

After confirming that he was ready, he entered Prospero's atmosphere.

After surfacing from the warp, Mors simply scanned the surface of the entire planet, observing the clothes and customs of the residents here.

Compared to Olympia, the life of the Prospero people is more peaceful. The relatively small number of humans live in a few unabandoned cities, holding books and enjoying the time of living with blue lotus and dates under the shining white marble and golden spires that reach the zenith.

If you have to use a convenient metaphor to describe Prospero, Mors would say that this would be the paradise after death that the ancient Egyptians dreamed of.

The fluctuation of psychic energy was almost everywhere. After a brief induction, Morse confirmed that the descendants of the psychics who escaped from the Old Night were the main residents of this quiet little planet like a garden.

After surviving some unknown disaster, people settled in the only remaining city and did not ask about the affairs of the stars.

Morse switched to another system of theory, and a spell shone through the black linen.

He bypassed countless fragile minds soaked in psychic energy, and after a short large-scale search, he easily identified a particularly bright red soul that seemed to be composed of leaping fire and flying dust.

In that very short moment, the red soul turned to him.

Magnus saw him. Good.

Morse landed near Tizca, the most glorious city of Prospero, an abandoned deserted city with no one in it.

Randomly picking an empty house whose walls and roof had not been destroyed by the wind and sand, he created a new body for himself in imitation of the locals' clothing - a slightly modified black robe with gold edges, a hood and scarf to block the wind and sand, and his face.

He had no interest in drawing peacock blue shadows around his eyes, nor did he want to wear fancy gold and silver headdresses, so the final product was almost the same as his previous set of commonly used templates.

After a slight hesitation, Morse released the simulated body of young Perturabo from the void.

There was almost no time difference between the entanglement between the body and the corresponding soul and Morse releasing him.

It was obvious that Perturabo was not doing his own work seriously at all. From morning to night, he was thinking about connecting with this body.

Morse mobilized the spell to pull part of Perturabo's consciousness over.

It must be said that compared to the three-meter-tall man, this child who was one-third shorter than him looked more pleasing to the eye.

"Is this Prospero?" Perturabo got up from the ground, patted his clothes neatly, and adjusted to the unfamiliar perspective.

He saw Morse and raised his eyebrows: "Did you change clothes?"

"Anyone who is not blind can see it." Morse said, "We will go to Tizca to see your brother later. If you want to change clothes, I can buy them for you."

"No need. I just found that the clothes and limbs of my body are not connected."

"Because I made an extra model for you. Let's go and see how much the tailors in this city charge."

I will write it after cutting it. Now the timeline is early, so there is no rush; anyway, my RBA is sunk, so Lao K will not be able to ship it.