The aperture slowly faded out of the luminous light until it disappeared, and the book in the dream appeared in the luminous hand.

First of all, to find the way back, Luminous opened the first page of the book again with some kind of intuition, only to see that underneath the first directional spell was also written the reverse teleportation spell.

"Well, sure enough, it's too exquisite" Luminous sighed for a moment, expressing her gratitude to the author, and then continued to flip through.

From the second page onwards, there is a record of this world: "I am El Berwalt, Lord of Death, one of the former Archbishops of Light. With everyone's consent, I will ghostwrite and record our history.

The continent we live on is called the Continent of Elks, which means "bright sky". We have no mutual conquest, no oppression, and all the people, under the guidance of the Church of Light, are harmonious, fraternal, and prosperous.

But one day, the gates of hell appeared, and countless demons that were only imagined in the story appeared and poured out, bringing death and destruction to this world and preparing to sweep every corner of this world.

All the Bishops of Light and Grand Knight Captains rushed to the front lines to fight against the invasion.

Our Light did suppress them, but there were too many of them, and in the end, we were wiped out.

We distort our bodies and souls with reluctance and resentment, and finally, we return to this world, but it is too late.

The light is gone, death is everywhere, the world is dead silent, and even many great demons have left. Crazy revenge** swept through our minds, and the Bishop of Light and the Grand Knight Captain disappeared, replaced by the Great Lich and the Death Knight.

We poured the power of darkness into the dead, desecrated their bodies, and made them stand up in a mad quest for revenge on the demons. In the end, we defeated them and killed all the demons that remained.

But what can it be? Our friends, colleagues, and partners have left us one after another, and as time passes, we do not let go, only feel a great pain.

The light of our reverence has forsaken us, but the darkness of our loathing surrounds us.

In these long years, we have studied and studied endlessly, and gained countless knowledge, but our hearts have become more and more empty.

We didn't want to go on like this any longer, and in the end, we collectively made a decision: to give up our lives, to fall into eternal slumber, and to accept what we deserved a long-overdue destination.

We hid the coordinates of this world in the void, but we wrote the spell of coming here into the book. We want to be ignored by the universe but we are not willing to be completely forgotten.

Whoever is lucky enough to see this book, then you are the heir to this world. We have left behind, and we hope that you will pass them on. ”

Before I knew it, I was on the last page of the book, and it was a map of some valuable places, and at this time he was in the middle of the map, clearly marked.

Nightglow glanced up at the huge portal, "This is the legendary gate of hell" and then couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then glanced at the dragon above the arch, "If it exists in real life, maybe I don't even have a chance to escape"

Luminous shook her head vigorously, banishing the unconfident thought from her mind, and walked in the direction indicated on the map.

The world where the fog had dispersed seemed much more real, and the air had a faint smell of rancid and burnt, which Luminous didn't like very much, but the resentment and pain that covered the world made his dark power grow rapidly, and overall it was good.

On this stretch of the way, the glow of the night climbed over a hill, a half-dried lake, and a forest that had long since died, not the plains of the previous dream.

In this world, there is no sun in the sky, there is no moon, there are always rolling gray clouds, and when the night light comes, there is only a dress on the body, so I don't know how long time has passed.

Maybe for days, or weeks, he had been walking down the rough path, hunger and fatigue had been removed by the omnipresent dark forces, and in this world he seemed to be a perpetual being.

"The quiet village is covered with white snow, and the pigeons fly under the hazy sky~" Luminous sang boringly, and he found the second benefit here: no matter how ugly the singing is, no one suddenly splashes a basin of water from the upper floor, or throws down countless rotten eggs, or is picked up by the pedestrians on the road and shouts "Demacia!" ", rushed over to teach him how to be a man.

Finally, a castle appeared in front of the glow in front of him, he looked at the map in the book, and thought about the path he had walked, "Well, I hate maps without scale" After complaining, he walked into the castle with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Upon entering the castle, the first thing is a large hall, wide and bright, with a large chandelier on the ceiling still emitting a soft glow, and a bright red carpet on the floor that stretches into the distance, and the seats on both sides are in that simple style, with only a few simple patterns carved on it.

The windows are also typical of Western church style and are decorated with stained glass. There is no dust, no cobwebs, and it seems that the passage of time has not stained here. It is not like a place for the dead, but rather a place of prayer for the devout.

Nightglow was a little surprised by the sight, and he began to think that it would be a dark hunt, like a place full of skulls, blood, and human skins.

The glow began to move around, like someone moving into a new home always looking around first. It took him a few hours or so to figure out the structure of the place—the hall, the bedrooms, the training ground, the kitchen, the library, the garden, the laboratory, the arsenal, the dining room, the tower. At the top of the tower was a large astronomical glass, with which Nightlight curiously glanced at the sky - it was still the same dead gray tumbling clouds, only more distinct, and perhaps the lichs were still looking forward to the day when they could see the starry sky outside, and Nightlight was so emotional, full of sympathy for the dead.

The arsenal was sealed, and the luminous couldn't be opened with a lot of effort, which made him very disappointed when he had the dream of finding a few artifacts, but he was quickly relieved, and he couldn't be too greedy.

On the contrary, the door of the library opened as soon as it was pushed, and at a glance, so many bookshelves containing at least 100,000 books seemed very heavy, after all, this is the knowledge left by the world.