At first, his perspective could swing up and down according to his consciousness, and he was relatively free to observe most of the scenes in the dream.

It's still mostly pitch black, though.

But when a fog with a slight crimson light descended, his perspective finally got out of control, allowing the fog to lead him into the depths of the unknown.

"Desert...... Ocean...... Flame...... The ethereal and long voice of the Ice ...... was like a silver shortblade made by the Ice Demon Tribe, cutting through the air and pouring it straight into Wright's ears. He was unable to resist, and could only passively "enjoy" everything that his senses touched in the thick fog.

"Who is it???Do you think you can threaten me?" Wright roared angrily, responding to the psychedelic voice in front of him.

"You...... Have you ever been exposed to mysteries?" the voice asked Wright again, but this time it was replaced by the mature voice of a middle-aged woman, which seemed to be much closer from a distance.

"Mysterious?" Wright repeated with some horror, the view in front of him began to shake and flip uncontrollably, as if on top of a high-speed warplane.

This feeling is not unfamiliar to Wright, and during his three years of service in Ice City, he has had many opportunities to board the fighters of the Avantley Empire.

It's just that the driver is another uncle.

"Ninety-nine, Lord of Autumn. Order fifty-one, the one who decides. Ordinal first, ordinal first...... ......The voice seemed to fade away from Wright, gradually weakening, and the last few words were almost inaudible to Wright.

"What is it?" asked Wright anxiously.

He was most annoyed by those who spoke in half a sentence, especially the old professors from all over the world in the Ice Enlightenment Academy, who wore half reading glasses and a suit and leather shoes, but the words they said were always as inaudible as shouting something.

However, it seemed that Wright's question had an effect, and it seemed that the voice did not want to stay away from him.

Anyway, he got a slight reply after two or three seconds.

"Sequence one, contact him, you can get in touch with the most mysterious essence of this world. Of course, even those who are also gods and kings can't spy on him. However, if it were you, you might be able to be accepted by him. This world ...... Already, began to ...... It's starting to crumble. ”

"Collapsed?" Wright wondered.

But the owner of the voice suddenly disappeared in this crimson realm, as if suddenly carried away by a mysterious fog.

After waiting for a minute, Wright finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, and opened his eyes wide, trying to find some traces from the mystery.

Gradually, he felt the control of his head return to his hands, and he could turn his head to see if the other angles of the fog were a little different. In turn, his control of his hands returned to normal, followed by his legs.

It wasn't long before he could finally feel like a real human, even in this eerie scene.

"Is he gone, or is someone waiting for me?" Wright muttered to himself.

He was going to take a few tentative steps forward to see if there was any danger in the mist.

Da!

The collision of the shoe against the ground created an eerie sound, as if the microphone was amplifying the otherwise faint sound below.

It even had a little reverberation, spreading out to the surroundings and then being returned.

"Is this a confined space?" Wright guessed, mustering up the courage to take a few quick steps forward.

As he ran, the resulting currents blew away a corner of the fog, and as the crimson of a Cthulhu monster buried deep in the ground began to drive away and occupy the fog, Wright finally saw something clear in front of his eyes.

"The Gate of Ipilus?" Wright exclaimed, and quickly stopped, almost stumbling to the ground as if a moving machine had been put on the brakes.

"How did you end up here?" Wright looked a little stunned, and looked not far away at the huge iron gate he called "Epilus' Gate", and did not dare to step forward.

By the thick fog that had gradually receded, and the faint crimson light it bringed, Wright peered into the gate with little fear.

It seemed to grow out of lava deep in the ground, with a hot smell from the bottom to the middle, and even some of the redness from the bottom to the top like paint.

At the top, it resembles a towering tree that grows uncontrollably, and if the Iron Gate is replaced with a tree on the edge of the Ace Forest, there will be no sense of disobedience.

"Legend has it that the giant gate dedicated to the wolf god is one of the introductory courses in the occult. How did I get here? Was it really a dream, or did I go crazy studying the occult?" Wright laughed to himself, a little embarrassed, and slapped himself hard with his hand.

"Sure enough...... Well. There is no feeling. Wright said, slapping himself four or five times in quick succession.

I really can't hurt myself in my dreams.

Wright smiled bitterly, but still chose to empty his body and consciousness, observing all this as much as possible.

This is the trick he told him by the old blond man when he was in school, people who study the occult will always encounter some mysterious things, if they do find it in their dreams, instead of resisting, it is better to let the consciousness explore freely, and maybe get some unexpected gains.

Following this thought, Wright relaxed his body further.

Really!

The crimson and mist around him began to dissipate further, and Wright began to feel his body fluttering, as if he were on a cloud.

"Could this be the 'Soaring Clouds' of the ancient mythology of the Southern Realm?" Wright said with a smile, continuing to hand over what little control he had left of his body to a viewing mode.

He felt his body rising, and he looked up the gate of Ipilus.

At first, it was a delicate drawing that seemed to be made of pinnacle mechanical craftsmanship, then a steel-colored carving of the legendary ancient dragons, and finally another image that he found a little strange.

"Round, this is the moon. Wright guessed:

"Someone down there is drawing a sword, is the other one a dragon, or is it one of those mutant children who have been introduced into the genes of birds?"

Guessing, Wright continued to look up the door, and the image disappeared, replaced by another kind of pitch blackness.

Suddenly, after rising to a strange height, Wright felt some control of his body return to his hands. What made him even more bizarre was that his feet were no longer floating at the moment, but actually another ground.

Of course, the change in the dream didn't give him time to speculate, and before his hand could touch the strange images that were pitch-black and he couldn't explain at all, the huge door of the wolf clan quietly opened.

Squeak –

Boom ——————————————

At first, it was a faint light, and then the intensity of the light was too strong for Wright to bear, so he had to close his eyes tightly, and even put his hands on his eyes with some uneasiness, trying to prevent the bright light from causing some kind of damage to him.

"Wait, wasn't I dreaming, why are you covering your eyes?" Wright suddenly noticed something, and simply opened his eyes wide, and spied hard into everything behind the door.

After the giant door opened uncontrollably, those rays of light finally radiated to the extreme.

Eventually, when the light was completely replaced by the blue lake in front of him, Wright suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a beautiful woman with long purple hair not far in front of him.

He hadn't seen many women, at least in the army, and he wouldn't have chosen to return to this border town.

Although it was a dream, Wright still felt the throbbing of love in his heart, and the diaphragm of the revolver on his waist that had nowhere to put it.

"You're here?" a feminine voice came from the front, making Wright feel a little intoxicated.

"Are you?" Ryan asked, stepping forward in two steps and holding out his right hand to touch the woman's long, fragrant purple hair.

"Reach out to the mysterious, you can call me that. But if you really want to come here," said the woman, turning her body sharply, her eyes wide and terrifying like rubies, and said leisurely:

"Give your life!"

"What?" Wright said in horror, trying to retract his right hand.

However, the woman who exuded a mysterious aura in front of him seemed to have mastered some kind of magical source power, and he couldn't move just a few words.

In an instant, all the blue lakes around them turned extremely red, and the sky not far away seemed to be covered by a layer of burning flames, exuding a strange aura that engulfed people.

"Bring it!"

"Bring it!"

"Bring it!"

The woman shouted in a thick voice, plunging her hand straight into Wright's heart.

Suddenly, he felt the extreme horror from his soul and spirit, and the indescribable pain in his heart.

......

"Don't!" Wright yelled, his eyes snapping open.

"What's wrong? Mr. Wright. Looks like you haven't slept well, are you having a nightmare?" Peter heard a little mockery mixed with the rumble of the train, and he didn't bother to excuse himself, and hurriedly breathed heavily to relieve the tension caused by the nightmare.

"Whew, whew, whew. It's weird, it's weird. Wright said, taking advantage of the dim yellow light in the train, taking advantage of the "snowflake" pattern backpack to find the water cup he was carrying, looked twice, and drank the liquid from it.

The cold, sweet liquid slowly flowed down Wright's esophagus into his stomach, and he finally eased up.

Although it was the cold weather of November and about to enter winter, in the nightmare that had just been stimulated, he still felt an inexplicable heat, as if he was baked by a boiler.

"Peter, am I asleep?" Wright replied, wiping a handful of sweat from his forehead.

"Of course. But anyone gets tired from such a long journey, especially since we have only experienced a little debate. Peter said, deftly removing his white gloves again, leaning his back against the wooden door at the junction of the carriages, and looking at Wright.

"It's not worth mentioning," Wright laughed.

"I had a lot of heated debates when I was in school, and there was nothing that helped me sleep. On the contrary, it is more because a certain point of view does not show arguments and is so angry that I can't sleep at night. Anyway, what time is it, it's dark here, I'm afraid I've slept for a long time. ”

"Well, it's half past eight in the evening. Peter looked at his watch and said:

"Don't worry, I've seen your ticket. It's going to the town of Chamonta, right? The train has just crossed the river in North Ostz, and it's estimated that there will be more than an hour left. You can rest assured that our job of course includes reminding sleeping passengers to get off the bus. Of course, that was when there were fewer people, and of course, it can be counted now. ”