As night fell, the seemingly endless wind in the wasteland had fallen silent for some time, and under the urging of a strange humming sound, the sleeping Gawain suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw an undulating, corrupt land stretching out in front of his eyes, strange aurora and starlight sprinkled on the ground together, and the cold and dry air was filled with a rusty smell, and he was standing between this strange and vast world at the moment when he was supposed to lie on the couch at the base of the pinnacle.

There weren't any people around.

Gawain frowned, first taking a quick look at his surroundings, and then vaguely aware of what was happening—it might be a dream, or some kind of psychic projection effect.

The Eternal Sleeper's Handwriting?

Gawain looked down at himself and found that he had put on his full armor at some point, but the familiar Pioneer longsword was not in his hand. He clenched his empty fist, and with a familiar thought, a dark sword emerged from the air and placed it in his palm.

It was indeed a mental world created by the Eternal Sleeper, but it didn't seem to be a psychic network, nor was it somewhere in the "City of Dreams".

A mixture of curiosity and surprise permeated his heart, but Gawain did not feel panicked, it was not the first time he had dealt with the power of the Eternal Sleeper, and he could naturally sense what his current situation was - he turned his mind and found that his mind was still awake and in a state where he could leave the dream at any time, and that he did not find any malicious intent or attention to his "gaze" within the scope of his mental perception, which seemed to indicate ...... I wasn't pulled in, but "strayed"?

He kept an eye on the scenery in his field of vision, constantly alert to the change in this dream, and guessed what might have happened. He clearly remembered that he should be sleeping in the room of the Spike Base at the moment, and he had not been connected to the psychic network before falling asleep, so it was very likely that he had "accidentally" broken into a certain psychic channel belonging to the Eternal Sleeper after falling asleep: he had the spiritual imprint of the Eternal Sleeper, and he had mastered the secret art of the other party, so it was very likely that something similar would happen. Merely...... This is the Wasteland Frontline!

Why is there a psychic channel built by the Eternal Sleeper so close to the Gondor wasteland?! Could it be that the dream-soaked cultists are also fighting the idea of the wasteland?

Gawain had such a thought in his mind, and then began to carefully expand his senses, trying to find the Eternal Sleeper body hidden in this space, hoping to hunt a mind to torture the situation, but just as he was just about to do so, several sudden breaths made him quickly stop.

Those strange aurora and starlight in the sky suddenly condensed together, and sprinkled a few clear rays of light, and in this clear pillar of light, three figures gradually emerged.

Gawain quickly controlled the power to change the dream, making his figure and breath disappear into the air, but he didn't feel that his hastily disguised disguise could fool the other party - in the psychic network, he had already built a complete backdoor permission system for himself, and he could naturally do whatever he wanted, but this did not mean how powerful his Eternal Sleeper secret technique was, once he left the psychic network and came to a new network with invalid permissions, he was not confident that he could win the real Eternal Sleeper in terms of "technology".

He just wanted to interfere with the other party's judgment for a while, and then wait for an opportunity to make a move.

He may not be a match for the true Eternal Sleeper in terms of "skill", but he is very good at "brute force hacking".

But to a slight surprise, the three figures really didn't react - they didn't even realize that Gawain was lurking not far away, and they showed signs of discomfort when they arrived in this space, rubbing their foreheads or muttering in low voices.

It's like three crappy newbies.

Seeing this, Gawain immediately suppressed the urge to make a move, and turned to carefully observe the situation in front of him.

The three figures were all women, one of them was a human woman in a green priest's robe with all religious symbols erased from her clothes, and she was a distinguished but aloof woman, and the other two were a pair of elven sisters who looked almost identical.

Their dress and temperament were very different from the Eternal Sleepers Gawain had ever seen......

No, they shouldn't be sleepers at all!

Gawain did not sense the mental fluctuations belonging to the Eternal Sleepers from the three people, but found that their connection to this space was fragile and unstable, as if someone who had no knowledge of the mystic art of dreams had forcibly connected with the help of some kind of magical device...... These are the three "visitors"?

Gawain guessed the identities of the three figures, and while he was guessing, the human woman in the three figures suddenly spoke: "Why haven't they appeared yet...... Are you sure it's the time? ”

The moment this voice came into his ears, Gawain's heart suddenly moved—he had an impression in his memory! He seems to have heard this voice somewhere!

And in the next second, he realized that this familiarity did not come from himself, but from Gawain Cecil's memory: this woman who spoke was someone Gawain Cecil knew!

However, when he took a closer look at the woman, he saw only an unfamiliar face, and in Gawain Cecil's memory, there was no familiar face that could match it.

He didn't have time to think about who this woman really was, because the pair of elves who looked almost identical spoke in unison, "Wait a little longer—they trek through the wasteland and don't always get to the booked place on time." ”

Trekking through the wasteland?

Gawain caught a word of concern again, and almost at the same time as the elven sisters' words fell, he suddenly sensed that a new breath had entered this "space".

This time, no light fell from the sky, but at the edge of the vast clearing, a cloud of smoke and dust suddenly rose, and between the smoke, several thin figures staggered out.

Gawain looked intently, under the starlight and aurora, he could see the appearance of the new figures: they were several "people" in black robes, but their faces were hardly humanoid, their skin was shriveled and wrinkled, the surface was covered with lines like tree bark, there were no eyeballs in the sunken eye sockets, but they were inlaid with two dim yellow lights, they also had hands and feet, but when they walked around they were as stiff and ridiculous as puppets, they staggered to the three women, from under the black robes, There was a strange sound of a dry branch rubbing and breaking.

Gawain stood not far away, looking intently at those strange figures, his heart full of doubts: what kind of "thing" is this? Don't...... Trekking across the wasteland is what they're talking about?!

He subconsciously lowered his sense of existence again, and although the other party did not notice the slightest sign of it, he was still afraid that he would ruin this coincidental "sighting" because of carelessness - his intuition told him that what he saw was probably part of the truth about the cultists who were making decisions around the wasteland!!

At this time, the woman who spoke first spoke again: "I thought you wouldn't be able to come today." ”

"We're in the wasteland, and it's hard to tell the time and distance," said one of the shriveled "figures" in black robes, "I hope we're not too late." ”

"It's not too long, but I still have some patience," said the woman in the priest's robe, "how is it going in the wasteland?" ”

"The winds of the wasteland are the same as ever, the only change is that there is a group of outsiders reinforcing those barriers on the border...... It's not worth caring about. ”

"It's still better to be cautious, you try not to get close to the borders during this time - especially the northern border, there is a very tricky person who is reinforcing the barrier in the southeast of Ansu."

Gawain thought about it and felt that the "very tricky person" in the other party's mouth should refer to himself.

He thought he had guessed who these people were.

I really didn't expect it...... After losing the "Dark Bridge", they are using the Sleeper's telepathic connection technology to maintain contact with the wasteland...... And those shriveled figures in black robes...... Is it the "inner response" that all things will die in the wasteland?!

Who are they...... Or what, living inside the Great Wall?!

Gawain couldn't help but look at the shriveled black-robed people, and saw the leader speak in a hoarse voice: "We'll be careful—how is your progress going on there?" ”

"The information you've provided has been a great help, but the Evil Mutagonist has shown unusually high activity, resulting in a decrease in the mutant's ability to respond to commands and maintain sanity. We need to determine if it's a normal phenomenon caused by the difference in the environment inside and outside the wasteland, or if the information you've provided is incorrect. ”

"There is nothing wrong with the information we provide," said one of the black-robed men, "but those are the original materials in the wasteland. You should indeed adapt to the environment outside the wasteland. That's where we can help. ”

The woman in the priest's robe nodded solemnly: "This is the best—the Grand Imam will remember your credits, and everyone will not forget your efforts and sacrifices in the wasteland." ”

The black-robed man at the head seemed to pull out a stiff smile, and a hoarse voice came from his shriveled throat: "This is the sacrifice that a martyr should make, Lady Bertilla Augustus." ”

"I don't use that last name anymore," the woman frowned at once, "you should know. ”

“…… Ah, sorry, I forgot. The wasteland environment made it difficult for us to concentrate......"

Not far away, Gawain's eyes widened suddenly.

Bertila Augustus!!

He knew the name, he "remembered" the name, and he finally knew why it felt familiar after hearing that woman's voice!!

And at this moment, he also remembered that he had heard the name "Bertila" when he had heard the information about the End of All Things from Pittman, but at the time he only thought it was a duplicate name, as similar names were not uncommon in the North or Northwest of Typhon, but now he suddenly realized ...... This "Bertila" is the one I know in my memory.

Bertila Augustus, sister of Roland Augustus, the founder of Typhon.

and, seven hundred years ago, the Druidic sects of the North recognized ...... Sage.

She survived to this day?!

In this intense consternation, Gawain finally lost control of his aura slightly, and in a brief moment, the aura he had carefully hidden leaked out a little.

And it was this moment of aura that alerted the two elven sisters, who had never spoken much, as if they were serving as guards or sentinels, and they warned in unison: "There is a problem - terminate contact!" ”

It's impossible to hide.

Gawain immediately made a judgment, and realized that even if he escaped now, it would have greatly alarmed these Cultists of the Dead - they knew that their contacts had been overheard, and that their secrets had been exposed.

They must not be allowed to know that their secret was exposed to Gawain Cecil!

At this moment, Gawain made a decision in his heart, he realized that this mental space was not created by the Eternal Sleeper, but only that these Cultists of the Dead were using some kind of "friendship sponsorship" device of the Eternal Sleeper to connect, so he did not hesitate to create a new image for himself, and then lifted the invisibility state and strode forward.

Bertila Augustus watched in amazement as a tall, familiar figure appeared in the air, and even she exclaimed a word in surprise at this moment: "...... Brother?! ”

But then she reacted: "No—who are you?!" ”