Bard stood silently in this vast and dead underground space, his nerves tense and his eyes heavy.

A hollow howl is still coming from the communication device attached to the armor strap.

Even if he didn't understand the mechanics of the device, judging by the common sense of magic, he could have known that it was the result of the complete blocking of the teleportation spell - but when did this happen?

The crystal was still glowing, and the runes on the surface of the device were still functioning, and the sight of "business as usual" made him let his guard down, so that he was not sure when the communication was interrupted...... He may have been deep in this strange and dark place for too long, and the Cecil people on the surface have long since seen the picture he transmitted, right?

Bud took a deep breath and slowly calmed his nerves, and instead of making any more call attempts or moving forward, he cautiously took a step back and prepared to go back the way he came.

It could have been blocked, or it could have been too far away for the teleportation spell to fail, or if it was the latter, going back the way he came should solve the problem.

But as soon as he took a step back, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The dark and cracked council hall suddenly lit up, the bright magic crystal lamp illuminated the entire hall as bright as day, the huge cracks in the ceiling and the nearby walls had disappeared for some time, the stone tables and chairs that had shattered and fallen to the ground were intact, and in this suddenly restored council hall, dozens of figures in robes or skirts were sitting around the long table, engaged in a tense and serious meeting.

Bard heard voices coming from around the long table:

"There's something wrong with the body of the false god, we can't control it, it's an unexpected change......"

"How's the Grand Imam doing?"

"Barely detached from the body of the false god, now the injury is very serious, and he is resting deeply, but consciousness has recovered."

"Where's the monster?"

"Temporarily trapped underneath, I shouldn't be able to break free for a short time. Imam Berthira is trying to figure out how to put it back into hibernation. ”

"Fortunately, the situation is still improving, as long as we ......"

Bud's muscles tensed, staring at the strange scene in front of him, and just as he could breathe, he saw the scene in the council chamber suddenly "shake", and the figures sitting at the table seemed to change their posture or position in an instant, and the things they were talking about also changed:

“…… The Grand Imam ordered a moratorium on the awakening of the False God's body, and asked for a re-sorting of all data from the project's process. ”

"Based on what we know so far, there is an error in the information coming out of the wasteland, but luckily we found it in time......"

Bard's eyes flickered, and the scene in the hall changed again, this time, there were fewer figures gathered than before, and the talk turned out to be about how the church should be rebuilt after successfully destroying the out-of-control false god body......

He finally figured out what he was seeing:

In this "council chamber", things that have never happened in the real world are constantly emerging, and all the scenes have one thing in common: if the vital project at that time had not gotten out of control, if the patriarchs who performed the ritual had discovered the mistake in time, if everything was fine, if everything could have been reversed......

He looked at the figures gathered around the long table, and realized that he was deep in a dream formed by obsession, in this dark and deep underground, in the deepest part of the root system of this giant tree, the priests of all things who had participated in the awakening ritual of the body of the false god and were devoured and died, their obsession was entrenched here, and he had unconsciously fallen into the dream they had woven together!

Bard realizes that he is in great danger, because dreams are always something that ordinary transcendent powers are difficult to fight, no matter how strong his own strength is, as long as he completely falls into a dream, unless he is a master of the spiritual realm, no matter how strong the regular transcendent is, he will become powerless - the reason why the Eternal Sleeper is terrible is because they have mastered such power, and he himself may have missed the best time to "wake up".

What's even more deadly is that the passage of time in the dream world is often disproportionate to the outside, and he doesn't know how long he's been asleep, or how long he'll continue to wander here - maybe it's only a split second outside, and he's going to be trapped here for hundreds or thousands of years...... Before waking up, his soul would die in a dream.

Nervous and frightened, Bard's vision suddenly shook again, and this time, he found himself shifting from the entrance of the hall to the long table—he himself was sitting at the long table in the council chamber, with the thick stone table in front of him, and beside him sat the majestic patriarchs......

As a middle-level priest, he was not qualified to sit at this table for a meeting, he had also looked forward to his promotion, and imagined what it would be like to sit in the council hall as a patriarch, but at this moment, he was really "sitting here", and what came to his heart was a cold chill.

The worst had happened - he was assimilating into this dream.

He began to dream.

……

On the surface, Gao Wen and the others had been waiting quietly for ten minutes, and the picture transmitted back from the magic network terminal still had not changed in the slightest.

It shows a room full of runes, and in the middle of the room are two strange black pillars that shine with magical light.

A long-prepared emergency response team has arrived near the entrance, and the druids are preparing to cast spells on the roots of the giant tree in an attempt to connect and confirm the condition of Bard Wendell through the resonance of the lifeforms, but Gawain has not yet given the order, and everyone is on standby.

The situation below is complex, the situation is strange, and taking the next step rashly may lead to the expansion of the damage, and ...... Gawain was trying to guess what had happened to Bard from the stillness.

The communication device is worn near Bard's neckline, because it is a Seiko product made by Nicholas Egg's own hand (and no hand), and its sensitivity is very high, and it can record and transmit very subtle movements.

After amplifying the voice, Gawain could clearly hear Bard's steady, long breathing.

The sound of the breath proved that Bard was alive and ...... It can also reveal some other information.

"He's asleep...... Gawain said with a frown, a little uncertain, "though it's not obvious, but he's snoring." ”

The surroundings were a little quiet, and the atmosphere gradually became eerie.

But Amber took it for granted: "It's not that it's inconceivable, after all, it's said that he used to eat and drink in the prison of Rock City, and he also mastered the skill of prolonging the detention period with boogers, and I can't even reach the dust of the heart, and it is understandable that this kind of character can fall asleep while exploring the underground ruins......

Gawain glanced at Amber silently, although she didn't say anything, Miss Half-Elf felt that Gawain's eyes were caring for the mentally retarded......

She wanted to jump up and slam Gawain's elbow, but she didn't.

Gawain reminded Amber before he opened his mouth: "He should be asleep." ”

"You can still tell if a person is dreaming from the snoring......" Amber didn't react at first, and subconsciously muttered half a sentence, but before she finished speaking, she understood what Gawain meant, "Wait...... Dream?! The kind of Sleeper?! ”

The people at the scene were not stupid, and after Gao Wen reminded him, he almost reacted, and Margarita, a female knight who had personally led the team to clear several cult dens in the territory, thought of the strange and dangerous power of those Eternal Sleepers, and her face suddenly showed an awe-inspiring expression, and Pittman next to her touched her beard and frowned: "So you say it...... It is indeed possible ......"

After all, this old man is a double cultist, and at the same time rubbed the canteen of the Eternal Sleeper and the Society of the End of All Things, let alone a veteran of the Second and Fifth Realms, as soon as he said this, Gawain suddenly felt that his judgment should be stable: in the nest at the root of the giant tree, there was an invisible dream, and Bard Wendell was tricked.

"But how is that possible?" Pittman had a puzzled expression on his face, "This is the lair of the Society of the Dead of Everything, and they don't know how to dream about technology......"

Gawain's brows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly thought of what had happened when he was carrying out the restoration work of the Sentinel's Tower at the Great Wall-

In the Dream Connection, he accidentally encounters members of the Society of the Dead, including Bertila, who was supposed to have died seven hundred years ago......

The Society of the End of All Things has dream technology in its hands, and even if it doesn't have technology, there must be relevant equipment - in addition to the Storm Child's behavior pattern among the three dark sects, the private relationship between the other two sects has always been close, and it is normal for the lair of the Society of the End of Everything to have the creation of the Eternal Sleeper in it.

As a remnant of a double cult, Pitman didn't expect this for a while, it seems that this old man's intention to participate in the cult back then was really insincere, and most of them really just went in to eat together.

Pitman looked up in confusion, not understanding why Gawain suddenly glanced at him, and sighed as he watched.

Gawain didn't explain anything, and after speculating about the situation underground, he already had a rough plan, and it was far safer than sending someone down.

"I'll see if I can get Bhadra out," he commanded those around him, "and this process requires concentration, and you do a good job of being around you." ”

Amber reacted exceptionally quickly this time: "Oh, you're going to 'meditate' again, aren't you?" Dharma protector, I'm familiar with this life......"

……

In this endless, obsession-driven dream of repeating the pathetic self-deception of losers, Bard has lost count of how many times he's been reincarnated.

He sat at the unchanging Chief's Table, which was illuminated by bright lights, and the imams sat around the table to discuss the changes in the situation and the next steps.

Bard was also speaking, and he didn't know why he was sitting here to speak, but his mouth was opening and closing on its own, and he said something he never thought of:

“…… The mission in the eastern part of the continent is going well, and we are already ...... there"

From time to time, there were people talking around, all familiar faces, and Bud looked at the people who spoke, and felt calm.

But he vaguely felt that he shouldn't be so calm, he came here...... What a task?

What is the mission?

The picture in front of me suddenly shook for a moment, a round of meetings ended, and new scenes were quickly generated, in this mixed dream formed by a large number of obsessions, the dominant person kept changing, and the theme of the dream kept changing, and Bud Wendell himself was just one of the dozens of consciousnesses in this dream.

He sat back down at the long table and felt his Adam's apple move up and down, as if ready to speak.

But a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder, and he was thrilled.

A long-lost sense of sobriety suddenly came to his mind, and a large number of memories that seemed to have been forgotten for a century ran out at once, along with various emotions such as nervousness and fear before he completely fell into the dream, but before Bard could sort out these contents that reappeared in his mind, he heard a majestic and calm voice coming from behind him: "Are you awake?" ”

The sudden sound made Bard jump more than the terrible dream, and he stood up suddenly, turning his head to see the tall Gauvin Cecil standing behind him.

For a while, the trance struck again, and he couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams again.

Gawain spoke again, his voice as if it carried some kind of power that made people awake in the dream: "Stay awake, you are still in the dream, but your consciousness has awakened, as long as you do not make unnecessary doubts and associations, your spirit body is safe." ”

"Dreams? Oh yes, it's a dream......" Bard blinked, getting rid of the after-effects of the terrible dream little by little, and gradually regained his ability to think, and the next moment, he finally realized the disobedience of Gawain's presence here, "Wait a minute, this is a dream...... So why are you ......?"

"I'm still up there, and now I'm talking to you with my consciousness," Gawain explained casually, and then looked around at the chamber, where the "meetings" were still going on again and again, but it seemed to him like a comical drama, "Interesting, I didn't expect there to be a dream ...... at the root of this giant tree"

Bard looked at Gawain in amazement, he had already vaguely realized that this dream was probably related to the "technical exchange" between the Eternal Sleeper and the Society of the End of All Things, so at this moment, Gawain was particularly shocked by the direct projection of his own consciousness, he couldn't figure out how the other party did it.

This may be a secret of Gawain Cecil.

And now he's in touch with the secret.

Bard was awe-inspiring and more cautious.

Gawain noticed the change in Bard's expression and probably knew what the other party was thinking, but he didn't pay attention to it, but turned his head and looked at the entrance and exit on the other side of the hall with interest.

A new instance appeared in the dream, and a figure was emerging there.

After seeing the silhouette of the figure, Gao Wen raised his eyebrows.

Bertilla Augustus walked into the hall.

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