Gawain didn't know exactly what had happened to his soul, but he was sure that his soul had been completely mutated at the moment of the crossing, otherwise there was no explanation for why a person could still remain sane after hanging in the sky for tens of millions of years, and not only was he sane, but he also had a clear memory—the terrifying amount of information and data collected by looking down on the earth over the past tens of millions of years could be preserved in his memory without any loss or damage. It is still able to read accurately until now.

But one thing is certain: the souls of the Eternal Sleeper cultists have apparently not undergone such transformations.

Traversing hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of surveillance records in just a few seconds has had a devastating effect on cultists who are essentially mortal souls.

As the mind and soul of the Cultist of the Eternal Sleeper gradually crumbled into meaningless pieces, Gawain was in a trance with some fragments of consciousness, and these messy and broken data flowed into his mind, stirring up a little almost imperceptible wave in his terrifying memory, if it weren't for Gawain's mental concentration, he probably wouldn't even notice that he had stolen something from the remnant soul of this cultist—and after careful sensing, he confirmed that it was some of the remaining memories of the cultist.

Unfortunately, the amount is small and fragmented, and because of the confusion of the cultists' own thinking, those memories are also filled with a large number of chaotic and irregular distorted shadows and crazy conjectures—and worse, because the Eternal Sleeper is intoxicated with dreams, the authenticity of these memories becomes impossible to distinguish, and Gawain is not sure how much of those images actually happened, and how much of them were made up by the Eternal Sleeper's sleeping brain.

It was only from the few materials he could read that he understood the form of the "existence" of the Eternal Sleeper in front of him.

The other seems to have abandoned his own flesh. Body—or the transformation of his own body into some horrible, inhuman form, he saw in the cultist's memories some crazy rituals of limb dissolution and soul coming out of the shell, followed by the cultist wandering between new shells, wandering through the dreams and memories of others.

This Eternal Sleeper seems to have "soared" into his own soul, thus possessing this terrifying ability to transfer between human minds.

Fortunately, this kind of ascension ritual is obviously very demanding, and his position above the bishop level in the entire cult group has been revealed in the other party's words before, so there should be very few cultists with this terrifying ability, and they should not be active in this world most of the time.

The chaotic space around it was still disintegrating, and the power that supported its existence had receded, and before this "dream" was completely gone, Gawain seized the time to concentrate and search for potentially valuable information in the remaining wisdom of the Eternal Sleeper cultist.

……

In the ancient castle of Kant's territory, Victor Kant was hurrying through the corridor leading to the lower level of the castle, the light of the magic crystal reflected the entire corridor, but beside the old viscount, the shadow was like some kind of constant ornament, and his body cast a vague shadow on the floor, and the shadow continued to stretch and deform with his hurried steps, as if it had a will of its own.

The old viscount's eyes shone with more and more illusory starlight, and his steps became more and more hurried, and even a little staggered, and he came to the lower level of the castle, where a rather heavy oak door towered before him.

Viscount Victor stood in front of the door, a look of hesitation and dazedness suddenly appeared on his face, as if something behind the door was attracting him, but he did not dare to actually open the door to verify it.

He hesitated for a moment before finally putting his hand on the door, but before he could push it open with all his might, the door suddenly opened a wide slit of its own.

A little shadowy light leaked from behind the door, and a long-haired woman in a white dress with a lantern leaned out of the crack in the door, this is a woman who looks less than thirty years old, her skin is fair, her face is beautiful, but there is a faint morbidity, revealing a weak and pitiful temperament, she holds a lantern, looks at the viscount standing at the door in surprise and curiosity, and shows a smile: "Honey, what's the matter?" Are you going to let me out? ”

"I ...... No, it's nothing," the old viscount's face flashed with a moment of hesitation, but in the next second, all the expressions of trance and worry disappeared from his face, and he smiled as if nothing had happened, looking at the young wife in front of him, "It's okay, I'm just coming to see you." It's a little bit before the sun goes down, so go back to sleep, catch up on some sleep, and then get up and have dinner with me. ”

The extraordinarily young viscountess bit her lip and whispered, "But my dear, I'm not sleepy anymore. ”

"Be obedient, go back to bed," the old viscount shook his head, with a gentle smile on his face, "I'll come to you later." ”

The young viscountess blinked, as if relieved, and nodded, and withdrew into the door again with the lantern, and the heavy oak door slowly closed, and the crunch of the shaft of the door was heard in the empty corridors of the castle.

Victor Kant stood at the door for a moment, his expression dazed for a moment, then regained his usual calm and peaceful demeanor, and turned to walk in the direction from which he came......

Near the eastern border of the Ansu Kingdom, in an ancient and hidden cave, Bertila, the imam of the Society of the End of All Things, suddenly opened her eyes.

As one of the "foreign bishops" in the church who frequently contacts other cults, she has long maintained spiritual contact with several senior Sleeper leaders, and this time a Sleeper bishop rashly contacted Gawain Cecil to make her a little dissatisfied, but after all, it was a matter of other cults, and she had no right to interfere or dissuade her, so she could only wait for the other party to complete the contact and then ask if there was anything to gain.

She was confident that the bishop would reap the rewards—after all, Gawain Cecil was long gone, and seven hundred years of slumber had weakened his flesh. body and spirit, and a nightmare bishop with close to legendary strength is unlikely to fall into a disadvantage when competing with such a "pseudo-legend" at the spiritual level.

But what she was waiting for was not the news of the Eternal Sleeper's bishop's success, but a wail from the other person's soul and a great fear that spread through spiritual connection.

Then the psychic reaction of the Eternal Sleeper vanished, as if swallowed and thoroughly digested by some terrible devourer.

Bertilla felt the great fear from the psychic connection, and the surprise and panic that was hidden in the fear, but she couldn't imagine anything in Gawain Cecil's consciousness that could devour a bishop-level Eternal Sleeper, and even make him so terrified on his deathbed—how could the minds of those who were good at playing with people's hearts be experts at creating and enjoying nightmares, so weak?

In her confusion, Bertila chose to visit several other minds with whom she was in contact, several high-ranking members of the Order of the Sleepers in Ansu and those who kept in touch with the fallen Bishop of the Sleepers.

But after the spiritual connection was established, and before she could ask, a Nightmare Bishop sent a message: "Bishop Roderick has fallen. ”

"He was devoured in a spiritual encounter with Gawain Cecil." Another Nightmare Mentor added.

"What the hell is going on?" Bertila asked curiously, "Did he send any news before he fell?!" ”

The inner spiritual connection between the Eternal Sleepers is far stronger than that of the Outsiders, and Bertila did not hear any words from Bishop Roderick's dying thoughts, but perhaps the other Eternal Sleepers who remained connected knew something.

Several minds in the Psychic Connection were silent for a few seconds, and finally, a nightmare bishop replied, "He only had time to utter a word—"

In the next second, the words that Roderick roared before he was devoured, with strong obsession and emotional imprints, exploded in Bertila's mind:

"Don't come and spy on this inhuman soul!!"

……

Gawain opened his eyes, and he found himself still standing in the hut where the captives were held.

The leader of the mercenaries, who had been used as a springboard and a victim of the Eternal Sleeper, had fallen to the ground, the sturdy man was bleeding from all his knots, his entire head was as red as if it had been boiled, and even steaming slightly, his distorted expression was enough to explain the terrible pain he had suffered before he died, and the mercenary mage was still sitting groggily, seemingly unaware of what was happening beside him.

Hetty, Pittman, Amber, and the others stood around him, each looking at him with nervous and concerned eyes.

"What's wrong?" Gawain shook his head, completely clearing the remaining discomfort in his mind, and then let out a long breath, "Did I lose consciousness just now?" ”

"Ancestor, it's great that you're okay!" Hetty finally let out a long breath, cold sweat only trickled down her forehead the moment she relaxed, and she rushed up to check on Gawain's condition regardless of her demeanor, "Are you alright?" Are you alright? That mercenary suddenly erupted with a burst of powerful magic, and then you stood here motionless, and each of us was terrified! ”

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Gawain comforted his eldest granddaughter, who was already a little fried, and then frowned, "How long have I been unconscious?" ”

"It's not long, maybe only a few minutes," Pitman wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "I'm glad you're okay, otherwise I'd have to go sideways today—someone must say that I went wrong with the fake medicine." ”

Amber immediately glared at the little old man: "It really has nothing to do with these suspicious ointments and incense you tossed?!" ”

"It really has nothing to do with him," Gawain waved his hand, making sure in his heart that the speed of time in that consciousness space did indeed seem to be different from the outside world, he felt that at least half a day had passed in there, but it was only a few minutes outside, "There was an Eternal Sleeper cultist who tried to erode my spirit just now. ”

Everyone was taken aback: "Sleeper?!" ”

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