It's a dream.

The mage opened his eyes from the chaos, his crimson eyes looking around—a ruin in front of him, and it was impossible to tell the time and place of this body from the observable traces, only by the remaining traces, this was the battlefield where multiple high-ranking professionals clashed, and at this time it was not far from the end of their battle, and it was possible that their battle was still going on in places where she could not see.

But Monia ignored the possible existence of high-ranking professionals, and just naturally bowed down, picked up a handful of sand, and did not make the slightest retention, allowing the howling mountain wind to turn it into dust.

"Real dreams."

Looking at the yellow sand scattered by the wind, the mage, who was independent of the desolate world, frowned slightly.

- This is another dream of foreknowledge.

She is no stranger to Prophetic Dreams, and thanks to the innate superiority of her bloodline, she is even more likely to gain the favor of the Aether Will than Legendary. Ordinary mages rarely encounter the Emerald Dream once in their lifetime, but in just over three years, Monia has encountered it twice, and this time, it is likely to be the third time.

Although it is possible, it is only an insurance word, and in terms of feeling, there are only two possibilities that can create such a real dream: one is a prophetic dream that the ether will premonitions a certain possibility in the future, and the other is that an archmage who is on the top of the world and is proficient in dreams forcibly breaks through the mental barrier and invades her dreams—but the probability of the latter happening to her is very small.

The divine bloodline inherited from the primordial elves gave the little mage an extremely terrifying immunity, and wanted to shatter her mental barrier and invade her mental world, which was by no means something that the archmage, who was still in the "mortal" rank, could do. Even if a legendary mage strikes regardless of the risk of being watched by the gods, it is unknown whether he will be able to break the protection of the Circle of Deception - it is the handiwork of the primordial elves, after all, the artifact created by the primeval gods who once had the feat of creation to protect their own bloodline, it can be called an incredible artifact.

At least as far as Monia knew, there was no artifact in this world that could shield the senses of the gods. Even if it is a legend, it is difficult to blind the eyes of the gods while exercising power.

"Mother Aether, what the hell are you going to tell me?"

Since it is a prophetic dream, then there must be an object of foreknowledge. But what is the meaning of this scene in front of me - does it mean that this trip to the top of the mountains is destined to be full of ups and downs, and the ruler of the throne of the mountains and the Grand Duke Lionheart, who has the support of the church, finally tear their faces and start the final showdown?

It's not impossible.

It's just that...... I don't know why it doesn't feel right......

It makes sense, but there is a subtle sense of dissonance. Some people may scoff at this feeling, but Monia is not one of them. As the darling of the world, the little mage has always regarded intuition as a kind of foreshadowing of the will of the ether and implemented it into her actions—and she has been able to survive alone in the midst of the Church's siege for nearly a hundred years, thanks in large part to her intuition that could always save her life at that critical moment.

So, the mage, who has no answer for the time being, can only move on with an inquiring attitude - whatever this portends, believing that the will of ether will present to her everything she should know.

"Gate of Legends...... Didn't expect ......"

Just as Monia was walking on the ruins, a voice that was seriously distorted by dreams or pain suddenly sounded, but this voice was so weak that even if she listened with far more ear power than the elves, she could only vaguely hear one or two words, but it was these simple and vague words that made the mage who boasted of amazing strength freeze in place, forgetting that he had already stepped on the other foot in the air.

"Huh?"

The body shook because of the sudden stiffness, and by the time Monia reacted, it was too late—only a "thud" was heard, and the mage made an intimate contact with the earth, and the smoke and dust lifted up completely buried the whole person, until the coughing became more and more intense, and the smoke and dust in the sky were unwilling to disperse.

“Larryifly。”

This is the choice of the little mage in desperation, which means that the elven spell of the wind has the ability to disperse, and the smoke and dust are naturally not a problem. However, even if she had handled it properly and in a timely manner, it was too late, and the dusty appearance of her face was not at all majestic—though the adjective could not have been in her in the first place, at least not in her who could not reach the blackboard without standing on tiptoe.

If it were a normal day, Monia would be full of anger to find the culprit who caused her majesty, and then execute it mercilessly. Only this time, the little girl who appeared in the dust did not vent her anger, but only lingered with a dull face, and it took a while to come back to her senses.

Gate of Legends.

Push open the door to legend.

"Does that mean a new legend will be born?" The mage frowned slightly, and muttered to himself - in the history of the world of Aarons, there are less than two known legends, and the birth and fall of each legend is enough to make the gods above the sky look sideways-if there is really a legend, it is not impossible for the will of the ether to descend the emerald dream.

However...... Why her? Does this have anything to do with her?

The puzzled little girl was so absorbed in her own thoughts that she lost track of time, and it took a moment to raise her head as if in a nightmare, and then the ancient incantations flickered continuously, and the arcane light appeared around her—the mage sped away into the distance with an unimaginable speed, and the sudden increase in speed almost caused a storm on the flat ground.

You have to make sure who is pushing open the door to legend!

From the current point of view, the predecessor of this ruin is likely to be the top of the mountains, and the top of the mountains is born at this delicate juncture, which can't help but make people think - the legendary powerhouse has the terrifying force to completely destroy a large kingdom, even the gods in the high, they are afraid of them, and it is simply a simple thing for them to subvert the regime of a country.

If it's the existence of the king's side to make the legend, it's okay, I'm afraid......

At this point, Monia had rushed to the place where the voice came from—the center of the aetheric vortex of the entire dream world, and the formidable will of the mountains was overwhelming and overwhelming—but unfortunately, at this moment, the whirlwind that communicated heaven and earth had covered everything, and no one or thing could be seen in the violent wind and sand.

"Damn."

The mage grumbled.

As if hearing her complaints, the sudden dawn pierced the murky sky.

"This—This is ......"

Monia, who should have been glad to have gotten what she wanted, showed a terrifying expression after seeing all this, she subconsciously shrank back, and after hiding her figure under a nearby boulder, she remembered that the world she was in now was not the real world, but a dream world constructed by the will of the ether.

"Great......"

The mage who murmured unconsciously did not step out of the shadow of the boulder, and she was always accustomed to dealing with them with them in the most conservative manner, no matter what the situation or situation.

That's right, Them.

What Monia saw was the will of the gods.

The golden light tore through the storm and thunder, and cleared the layers of clouds, and at the end of the clouds, a pair of golden eyes without any emotion could be seen - Monia could be said to be extremely familiar with the owner of these eyes, in the path of the real name of Hormonex, from the perspective of a third person, she had seen the true body of this person with her own eyes, and almost died under the will that he had left since time immemorial.

Tonatiu.

The god of light, one of the three main gods of the old god line, and the lord of endless light.

However, the advent of this one was not the end of everything, almost at the same time, a pair of eyes representing the gods opened above the clear sky, and with the arrival of the will, almost suffocating divine power permeated - even the well-informed little mage completely changed color at this moment - this was the first time she had seen the will of so many gods descend, I am afraid that all the high gods in the divine system would cast their will on this inconspicuous ruin.

"Pushing open the door of taboo and trespassing the barrier of God and man will not be forgiven."

The sound of thunder echoed through the sky like thunder, lingering in the sky for a long time—there was no doubt that it was the judgment of a god, and although Monia did not know the name of this god, only the power beyond the mundane could have such majesty.

It is as vast as the sky and the earth, and it is as magnificent as the mountains and the sea.

But no matter how vast and magnificent the scene is, it can't suppress the mage's heartfelt contempt: what does it mean to open the forbidden door, and what does it mean to transgress the barriers of gods and men? That's just a way for mortals to transcend their own bottlenecks and soar into the higher skies, and that's it—just because the mundane world has enough power to say no to the gods and threaten their rule, they will be branded as sinners and condemned as unforgivable.

How brutal this is!

What a sad world for a world that does not even have the most basic right to development!

However, Aarons is such a world, the gods above have monopolized the cloud world, the ascent of mortals has been mercilessly blocked, the gods are high above and look down on the mortals, the ancient pupils have never seen the beings below, they only care about the supreme power between heaven and earth, the cries of heroes who are unwilling to resign themselves to fate are nothing more than meaningless screams in their eyes, and the unyielding ones who try to break the ancient order are regarded as usurpers of the power system, sinners who must be stifled - Just as they are doing now.

Only iron and blood can make them reign longer.

However, Monia's mocking eyes were stunned when she inadvertently looked up—the judgment in the clouds continued, but it was impossible to continue—a pair of crimson eyes appeared above the will of the gods, the throne of the Lord of Endless Light was broken, the golden light disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the clouds in the sky were dyed as bright red as blood by the incomparable divine power, and the entire sky seemed to be burned under the divine power of this one.

"Leyva ......"

The mage stiffly stopped the next words, theoretically speaking, the dream world is the embodiment of a person's mental image world to some extent, and what is happening here cannot be perceived even by the gods. But this one is no ordinary deity, and there is only one person in the old gods' lineage who has the ability and qualifications to smash the throne of Tonathiu mercilessly...... More precisely, it is a god - high on the top of the firmament, the head of the three main gods, the lord of the flames that burn the world, the lord of destruction, and the king of the gods, Levadine.

For the strongest person in the current ether world, Monia did not dare to relax in the slightest.

- She didn't want to die.

The prestige of this one is completely killed, and the title of Lord of Destruction is by no means just the product of mutual praise, but the blood-stained name of several divine wars - whether it is the god civil war at the end of the First Age, or the god war at the end of the Second Age (hundreds of years ago), the gods who fell under Levadin's blade exceeded the number of five fingers, and the innocent creatures who died under its flames were millions, tens of millions.

To be sure, the tyrannical Lord of the Flame is not fit to be the king of the gods, but he alone has unrivaled or even incomparable power, and whether you believe it or not, the throne of the top of the sky belongs only to this irascible god - those dissenting and disobedient divine beings have long been buried on the other side of history.

Even the new and hostile gods must admit that they are indisputably powerful.

Fortunately...... He didn't find her.

The mage breathed a sigh of relief with a little glee, and then cautiously poked his head out, paying attention to the development of the situation—the projection of the will of the arrogant god who stood on top of the world, indifferently swept around the will of the gods who surrounded Tonatiu and showed trembling feelings, his eyes were as calm as stagnant water, and his eyes rippled slightly, but the emotions revealed were not the slightest kindness, and even on the contrary, it was deep disdain.

Completely different from the name of the flames, the disdain that almost froze the soul -

And...... Piercing murderous intent.

Wait a minute...... Killing intent?

The piercing killing intent poured down like a basin of cold water, Monia broke out of her panicked mental state, and turned her gaze from the clouds to the mortal dust - the pillar of flames that rose into the sky annihilated everything in front of her, and as far as the eye could see, there was a scorched earth, and there was no life or vitality in the ember-filled earth.

"This is the punishment."

It was difficult to distinguish between men and women, and the indifferent voice proclaimed, and then the Lord of Destruction withdrew his will, and the shattered canopy of heaven gradually closed, and the throne of the Lord of Endless Light recondensed, and the light of the morning light, which was more dazzling than the dawn, reappeared, but even so, it no longer meant anything.

"Hmph."

The majestic Lord of Radiance snorted coldly, and immediately withdrew the wisp of will that descended - the will of nearly ten gods disappeared together, no matter what great existence had ever befallen here, time would eventually smooth everything out, except for the scorched earth, there was no trace in this world to prove what had just happened.

It's like a dream.

While this word was reflected in his mind, the little mage couldn't help but smile bitterly.

- The so-called dream, the dream she experienced, isn't it a dream itself?

But......

Who is the legend?

Monia didn't think about whether the other party would die here, even if the Lord of Destruction personally came down to kill her, even if she had just achieved a legend, it was unlikely that she would be directly erased - a legendary powerhouse, its existence itself is a kind of legend.

With a little curiosity, she walked towards the land where divine punishment had been.

And then stop

The god's sloping fury burned everything up, and the black earth, reduced to ashes, remained horribly hot, and even Monia's physical strength could not withstand the scorching heat of the earth—she didn't want to be roasted alive despite being in a dream......

Fortunately, the mage was not helpless about this - after opening the mage's shield, the feathering technique and the wind creation technique struck at the same time, barely rising in the strong wind formed by the temperature convection, and soaring into the sky with the air current.

Intuition drove her to look for clues that might be left behind.

And yet to nothing,

All the clues had been reduced to ashes, and the center of the Divine Punishment could not be approached, and the terrible heat had almost distorted the space into a vast void.

“……”

At the edge of spatial distortion, staring into the void, Monia was wandering.

- Her intuition told her that there were things she wanted to know in the void, but at the same time, her body's instinct was afraid of the unknown, and she didn't know anything about whether to touch it or not.

However, time is not infinite.

Sensing that the end of time was approaching, the mage finally made a decision......

PS: 4600+ words.

Ps2: It seems that the work is very busy at the moment, basically a busy day, and I only have my own time after 9 o'clock in the evening.

Ps3: Unmodified, I'll just see.