Chapter 710: Sleeping

Bud stood quietly in this vast and dead underground space, his nerves tense and his eyes solemn.

There is still a hollow roar coming from the communication device fixed on the armor buckle.

Even if he does not understand the principle of this device, judging from the perspective of magic common sense, he can know that this is the result of the communication spell being completely blocked - but when did this happen?

The crystal was still glowing, and the runes on the surface of the device were still functioning normally. This "everything as usual" scene made him relax his vigilance, so much so that he was not sure when the communication was interrupted. ’s... He may have been deep in this strange and dark place for too long. The Cecil people on the surface may not be able to see the images he sent back, right?

Bud took a deep breath and slowly calmed down his nervous mood. He did not rush to make more calls or continue forward. Instead, he cautiously took a step back and prepared to return the same way.

He may be blocked, or the communication spell may be ineffective due to the distance. If it is the latter, returning to the original route should solve the problem.

But as soon as he took a step back, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

Lights suddenly lit up in the dark and cracked meeting hall. The bright magic crystal lamp illuminated the entire hall as bright as day. The huge cracks on the ceiling and nearby walls had disappeared without knowing when, and they were shattered. The stone tables and chairs that were cracked to the ground were also intact, and in the suddenly restored meeting hall, dozens of figures wearing robes or skirts were sitting around the long table, conducting a tense and serious meeting. .

Bard heard the voice coming from around the long table:

"There is something wrong with the body of the false god. We have no way to control it. This is an unexpected change... "

"How is the situation of the Grand Priest?"

"He barely escaped from the body of the false god. He is now seriously injured and is taking a deep rest, but his consciousness has recovered."

"Where is that monster?"

"It is temporarily trapped below, and it should not be able to break free in a short time. Dean Bertila is trying to find a way to put it back to sleep. "

"Fortunately, the situation can still turn around, as long as we..."

Bud's muscles tensed up, staring at the strange scene in front of him, and right there. While breathing, he saw the scene in the meeting hall suddenly "tremble". The figures sitting at the table seemed to have changed their posture or position in an instant, and the things they were talking about also changed:

"According to the current situation, the news coming from the wasteland The intelligence was wrong, but fortunately we discovered it in time..."

Bud's eyes blurred, and the scene in the hall changed again. This time, there were fewer people gathered than before, and the content of the conversation was It turned out to be how the church should be rebuilt after successfully destroying the out-of-control false god's body...…

He finally understood what he was seeing:

In this "meeting hall", things that have never happened in the real world are constantly emerging. All the scenes have one thing in common: if the crucial project had not gone out of control, if the elders who performed the ceremony had discovered the flaw in time, if everything was fine, if everything could be restored...

He looked at the figures gathered around the long table and realized that he was trapped in a dream caused by obsession. In this dark and deep underground, in the deepest part of the root system of the giant tree, he had participated in the false gods. The all-death priests who were devoured to death during the body awakening ceremony, their obsessions are entrenched here, and I have unknowingly fallen into the dream they weaved together!

Bard realized that he was in great danger, because dreams are always something that ordinary extraordinary power cannot fight against. No matter how strong his own strength is, as long as he is completely trapped in a dream, unless he is mentally Masters in the field, otherwise ordinary extraordinary people will become powerless no matter how strong they are - the reason why the eternal sleepers are scary is because they have mastered such power, and he himself may have missed "waking up" the best time.

What’s even more fatal is that the passage of time in the dream world is often not proportional to the time outside. He doesn’t know how long he has been dreaming, nor how long he will continue to wander here - maybe it has just passed outside. In an instant, he would be trapped here for hundreds or thousands of years... His soul would die in the dream before waking up.

In the midst of nervousness and fear, the scene in front of Bud suddenly shook again. This time, he found that his perspective had shifted from the entrance to the hall to the long table - he was sitting at the long table in the conference hall. Next to him, in front of him is a simple and heavy stone table, and beside him are the majestic and steady priests...

As a middle-level priest, he is not qualified to sit next to this table to participate in the meeting, and he also He had looked forward to his promotion and imagined what it would be like to sit in the council hall as a dean. But at this moment, he was really "sitting here", and what he felt was an icy chill in his heart.

The worst thing has happened - he is assimilating to this dream.

He began to dream.

......

On the surface, Gawain and others have been waiting quietly for ten minutes, and the picture transmitted back from the magic network terminal has not changed at all.

On the screen, there is a room full of runes, and there are two strange black pillars shining with magic in the room.

A prepared emergency response team has arrived near the entrance, and the druids are also preparing to cast spells on the roots of the giant tree in an attempt to connect and confirm Bard through the resonance of life forms ·Wendell's situation, but Gawain has not yet issued an order, and everyone is waiting.

The situation below is complicated and the current situation is strange. Taking the next step rashly may lead to the expansion of damage, and... Gawain is trying to recover from that quiet situation.The still scene speculates on what happened to Bud.

The communication device is worn near Bud's collar. Because it is a precision product made by Mr. Nicholas Egg himself (without his hands), it is very sensitive and can record and transmit very small movements. .

After amplifying the sound, Gawain could clearly hear Bard's steady and long breathing.

This breathing sound proves that Bard is still alive, and... it can also reveal some other information.

"He fell asleep..." Gawain frowned and said with some uncertainty, "Although it's not obvious, he is snoring."

There is a little bit around. Quiet, the atmosphere gradually became weird.

But Amber thought it was quite natural: "It's not unimaginable. After all, it is said that he was living in the prison of Rock City, eating and drinking, and also mastered the unique skill of using boogers to extend the period of detention. He is so arrogant. The level is beyond my reach. It is understandable that such a character can fall asleep while exploring underground ruins..."

Gawain glanced at Amber silently. Although he did not say anything, the half-elf lady felt that Gaowen was Wen's eyes showed concern for the mentally retarded...

She immediately wanted to jump up and punch Gawain's elbow, but she didn't dare.

Gawain reminded Amber before he opened his mouth: "He must be dreaming."

"You can also judge whether a person is dreaming by snoring... Amber didn't react at first, and she muttered half a sentence subconsciously, but before she finished speaking, she understood what Gawain meant, "Wait a minute... the kind of person who sleeps forever?"

No one at the scene was stupid. Almost all of them reacted after Gawain reminded them. The female knight Margarita, who had personally led a team to clear out several cult dens in the territory, thought of the strange and dangerous power of those eternal sleepers. , a stern expression suddenly appeared on his face, and Pittman next to him stroked his beard and frowned: "Let's put it this way... it is indeed possible..."

After all, this old man is a double cult member, and he has rubbed elbows at the same time. The canteen of the Eternal Sleeper and the Society of All Deaths is considered a veteran of the Second and Fifth Realms. When he said this, Gawain immediately felt that his judgment should be stable: in the nest at the root of the giant tree, there is an invisible dream. Bud Wendell was struck.

“But how is this possible?” Pitman had a puzzled expression on his face, “This is the lair of the Death Society of All Things, and they don’t know the dream technology...”

Gawain frowned slightly, and suddenly thought of what happened during the construction and repair work of the Sentinel Tower at the Grand Wall——

He accidentally encountered members of the Death Society of All Things in the dream connection. , including even Bertila who was supposed to have died seven hundred years ago...

The Society for the Death of All Things has dream technology in its hands. Even if there is no technology, there must be relevant equipment - Three In the Great Dark Sect, except for the mysterious behavior of the Sons of Storm, the other two sects have always had close private connections. It is very surprising that the creation of the Eternal Sleeper is left in the lair of the All-Death Society.Normal things.

As a remnant of a double cult, Pitman didn't think of this for a moment. It seemed that the old man's intention to participate in the cult was indeed dishonest, and he probably just went in to make a living.

Pitman raised his head in confusion, not understanding why Gawain suddenly glanced at him and sighed while looking at him.

Gawain didn't explain anything. After speculating on the situation underground, he already had a rough plan, and this plan was much safer than sending people down.

"I'll try to see if I can pull Bard out," he told the people around him. "This process requires concentration. You should be vigilant around you."

Amber This time the response was particularly quick: "Oh, you want to meditate again, right? As a Dharma Protector, I am familiar with this..."

...

In this endless, In a dream driven by obsession and repeating the pathetic self-deception of a loser, Bard has lost count of how many times he has been reincarnated.

He was sitting at the unchanging long table of the conference hall. Bright lights illuminated the hall. The patriarchs sat around the table, discussing changes in the situation and subsequent plans.

Bud is also speaking. He doesn’t know why he is sitting here speaking, but his mouth is opening and closing on its own, saying some sentences that he has never thought of:

"...The missionary work in the eastern part of the continent is going very well, we are already there..."

Someone spoke from time to time, all of them were familiar faces. Bud looked at these people and felt calm.

But he vaguely felt that he should not be so calm. He came here...with some mission.

What is the mission?

The picture in front of me suddenly shook. A round of meetings was over, and new scenes were quickly generated. In this mixed dream formed by a large number of obsessions, the leader kept changing, and the theme of the dream also changed. Always changing, Bud Wendell himself is just one of dozens of consciousnesses in this dream.

He sat at the long table again and felt his Adam's apple moving up and down, as if he was ready to speak.

But a hand suddenly placed on his shoulder, making him tremble all over.

A long-lost sense of clarity suddenly came to my mind, and a large number of memories that seemed to have been forgotten for a century suddenly came out, along with the tension before falling completely into a dream. Fear and other emotions, but before Bard had time to sort out the contents that reappeared in his mind, he heard a majestic and steady voice coming from behind him: "Are you awake?"

Compared to this terrifying dream, this sudden sound made Bard almost jump out of his skin. He stood up suddenly, turned around and saw the tall Gawain Cecil standing behind him.

For a moment, the trance struck him again, and he couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams.

Gawain spoke again, his voice seemedWith some kind of power that makes people wake up in dreams: "Stay awake, you are still in the dream, but your consciousness has woken up. As long as you don't make unnecessary doubts and associations, your mental body is safe."< /p>

"A dream? Oh yes, this is a dream..." Bard blinked, bit by bit getting rid of the sequelae caused by the terrible dream, and gradually regained his ability to think. The next moment, he finally realized that Gawain had appeared. The violation here, "Wait a minute, this is a dream... Then why are you..."

"I am still up there, and now I am talking to you with my consciousness," Gawain explained casually He said something, and then looked around the conference hall. The "meetings" in the conference hall were still going on again and again. However, in his opinion, it seemed like a funny drama. "Interesting, I didn't expect this." There is a dream at the root of a giant tree..."

Bard looked at Gawain in astonishment. He had vaguely realized that this dream was probably related to the eternal sleeper and the final death of all things." "Technical Exchange" was related, so it was particularly shocking to him that Gawain directly projected his consciousness at this moment. He couldn't figure out how the other party did it.

This may be a secret of Gawain Cecil.

And now he was exposed to the secret.

Bud felt awe-inspiring and even more cautious.

Gawain noticed the change in Bard's expression and probably knew what the other person was thinking, but he ignored it and turned his head to look at the entrance and exit on the other side of the hall with interest.

New individuals appeared in the dream, and a figure emerged there.

After seeing the outline of the figure clearly, Gawain raised his eyebrows.

Bertila Augustus walked into the hall.