"In the end, it was my plan that prevailed. It was as if the plan had suddenly come to my mind, appearing in the world through my hands and mouth...... The blueprint...... It seems to have a living life!" Ktorn's voice looked a little alarmed.

Faust's face was also ugly—he remembered the city, the flesh and blood that were linked together. He thought it was just some kind of "environment," created by people—or something. But now it seems that I'm afraid ......

"Now that I think about it, it looks like that brilliant idea came out of nowhere. Those exquisite lines and ornamentation, and delicate structures...... I haven't read it in any of the books......" Kertohn desperately tried to describe that feeling, but couldn't find the right words.

Faust could feel that ...... vaguely A feeling of weakness. Vaguely, he saw and saw the so-called "brilliant idea", like an invisible ghost, silently hovering behind Ktorn's head. It poked out its slender tentacles—or arthropods or something—and pried a slit in the unconscious Ktorn's head.

Immediately after, the invisible ghost burrowed through the gap. Although he couldn't see it, Faust always felt that it was a bit like an octopus burrowing into a small crack in the stone, and the seemingly huge body could shrink to such a small size, which was unimaginable to those who had never seen it.

The ghost feels slippery and deep, like a large asphalt pit that has swallowed up many ignorant creatures and buried secrets for thousands of years.

Faust's consciousness seemed to be swept into this silent pool, and he saw countless bones solidified in it, as well as strange instruments and vessels that he had never seen before...... It was as if a voice was calling to him from the depths of the mire, and he looked down and saw a deep darkness that was distinctly different from the one around him......

He suddenly burst into a spirit, and the darkness in front of him quickly faded into black and yellow dirt, and the silence around him was broken by the sound of the Driller Worm walking through the dirt.

“...... However, at that time, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, just that it was the crystallization of my wisdom and a gift from God. "Ktorn is still telling his story.

It seems that I was in a trance for a short time, and Faust comforted himself that in such a short time, even some kind of "taboo" could not do anything to himself......

Thinking so, Faust only felt a little itchy on his face, so he scratched it, and he felt what seemed to be a little mucus on the side of his face. It's the slime that accidentally dripped from the Driller's body, Faust thought.

Instead of thinking about these distant things, he began to focus on the story of Kethorn - after all, this is what is directly related to his little life.

"Maybe she's seen through it a long time ago...... It's actually not that complicated. "My memory is a little blurry, but in retrospect, it always seems like she was going to disappear for a long time. ”

Baba Yaga realized that her disappearance was either running away from something, or chasing something, in short, it couldn't be anything else.

"When I didn't notice—'Not a smart person,' was it?" Kertorn laughed to himself, "I just felt that my design was going down to everyone, and I became the supreme leader under her." It won't be long before I will be able to make a name for myself with this unprecedented city. ”

"And...... And I'm going to dedicate the city to her, to propose to her. Ktorn's tone now was not at all like a burrowing demon worm who had lived for thousands of years and had a deep hatred, but like a young man who was obsessed with his first love.

"I was so confused that I thought the city would definitely make her say yes to my proposal...... In fact, anyone can see that it is absolutely impossible. ”

"But at the time, every single one of us felt so sure about it. ”

"We don't have workers, we have to do everything ourselves. Ktorn's voice seemed calm, even cheerful, and it was clear that he had a good time.

"It was a busy time and I don't have many memories of Baba Yaga...... How to say, I feel...... Very clean. Ktorn apparently recognizes that, too.

"We use our psionic powers to raise dirt and rock to build magnificent buildings...... I'm in charge of the master plan, Sancho is in charge of drawing the patterns......" Kertoen was caught up in the memories of that full life. Faust didn't interrupt him—after all, this kind of nearly 10,000-year-old feeling is rare.

"It took us twenty-six years to build this glorious city, which we call Mobedan. Ktorn's tone was so proud.

Twenty-six years is too small for the grandeur of the city, which Faust knows as he tells the story of the establishment of the city by using psionic energy.

The glorious city of Mobedan, even by old-world standards, took generations, hundreds of years of continuous expansion and investment to build. What's more, this new world that has risen back from the wasteland?

But it only took them twenty-six years, which is by no means a normal pace. Even if they are all rare powerhouses, the scale of only a dozen people seems too small.

The city is not only huge, many of these buildings require the support of elaborate psionic or magical powers to build and maintain, and those spells cannot be laid out overnight.

If it weren't for that, the mages of the Old World would have spent twenty-six years covering the entire country with buildings.

These people are clearly receiving some kind of unknowable help, and that help will not come from Baba Yaga. Was it the ghost? Faust speculated, he didn't know, there was too little information to believe all the inferences.

"That city is like a shining pearl!" exclaimed Kertohn, "and when it was completely finished, it was as if my soul had flown out of my body and into the air...... I looked down on the city and enjoyed the wonderful view – something I had never seen before. ”

Ktorn's tone quickly changed from intoxication to horror, "That's hell, it's hell to come back to." He was silent for a moment, then repeated: "I see hell, hell that I have built myself." ”

Faust had already figured out the language habits of Cotton, and when he repeated a sentence, what he was describing must have touched him greatly.

In fact, Faust could have imagined that kind of scene - seeing that the results of his own painstaking work were so different from his own imagination that the sense of disparity was difficult to describe.

It's a sweet taste, but before you can react, it turns into a long bitter taste.

"The beauty of Mobedan began to fade, and the terrifying power flowed down the streets...... Before I could react, I was knocked to the ground by a violent vibration. "Ktorn's story continues.

"And I saw that the earth was cracked...... The rift cleverly avoided the city and stretched right in front of our feet. ”