Amy Ulysses.

The name that came out of the girl's mouth made the boy's imminent footsteps hover in mid-air, and then he turned his head stiffly, his gaze matched with the eyes that were as dark and deep as a black hole.

I was caught.

Really...... Still have to die last time.

After the tension caused by the identification at the beginning, the young glory man quickly relaxed his mind - he didn't want to hide himself, and he was ready to die, but in the process of reuniting with the little girl, he forgot his original intention because of too many ups and downs.

Careless.

Commenting on her gaffe, Amy's mood regained her calmness: "Is there something wrong?"

"Amy Ulysses has fled, and I can't find him. Pandora gently tugged at the placket of his clothes, then raised her head and stared at him, the crystal tears rolling in her eyes always inadvertently touched the softness of people's hearts, and the soft voice always inadvertently knocked on everyone's heart, "Can you help me?" ”

......The reason why the boy showed such a groaning posture was largely due to his hesitation in his previous judgment - did this little girl named Pandora really see through his disguise, which was not a disguise?

Doubt.

Although the eleven-year-old is very different from his current height, weight, etc., the changes in his appearance are far from drastic, as long as he is not really face blind or blind, there should be no misidentification.

It's just that...... Pandora's attitude towards him is worth pondering.

Why didn't the dark lords, who had an absolute advantage in force, directly reveal his identity, but instead play a game of playing with him in this lame fantasy?

It doesn't make sense.

It doesn't make sense.

So, there must be something that he has overlooked.

Either he has something special about himself that Pandora has to take advantage of when he puts down his body and tells a clumsy lie, or it is ...... She was really blind because of her eyesight or memory problems, and she didn't recognize it.

It's hard to pinpoint what is happening to him right now.

That being the case—

Don't rush, take your time.

With a decision in his heart, Amy stopped groaning, and he said in a rather calm voice: "I'm sorry, I've never heard the name Amy Ulysses, you may want to ask others." ”

He was probing, testing Pandora's reaction.

"Others," the girl, who had only reached the lower abdomen of an eleven-year-old boy, looked around and replied solemnly, "there is no one else here. ”

"No one else?" That's right, the people in the illusion are just fakes, and they may not really be seen as human beings in the higher-level vision of the Dark Lords, but they ...... If Pandora knew that this was nothing more than a clumsy illusion, how could she not be wary of him, a special, living person?

Is there something else going on?

The young Glory Man narrowed his eyes: "Impossible, this is the third boulevard, one of the busiest areas of Hemtika - you see, isn't there a big sister in uniform walking over here? She is wearing the uniform of the law enforcement team, if you want to find your parents, or your brother and sister, you can report to her, maybe she can help a lot." ”

"It's just a false life in a dream," Pandora said the essence of the illusionary man in front of the young man, "and there is no difference between it and a puppet with a string." ”

"A false life in a dream?" that is, a dream? Amy thought, but her doubts increased, if it was a dream, then whose dream was it? Why did he or she or him or it dream of the old days of Hemtika, and how could it have been constructed so real and detailed?

"Since they are false, then what am I?"

At the same time, the Glory One did not forget to hide his identity, pretending to be surprised, and then stretched out his trembling right hand and pointed at himself.

"Yes...... It's human. The girl blinked as if she remembered something, and then approached his body, her small white nose twitching slightly, "It's strange, like the man who called himself Amy Ulysses, who couldn't sense his presence, but could see his form, hear his voice, smell his scent, and touch his body." ”

"You can't sense my presence? Amy raised her eyebrows, this is indeed a very important piece of information, but it can't rule out the possibility that Pandora is lying, "You can see, you can hear, you can touch, you can smell - how can you not perceive my presence?"

He deliberately confuses the concept of perception with sensory perception.

The perception of the Glorious is different from that of ordinary people, in addition to the basic five senses, they often have some perceptions that are different from ordinary people, such as he can obtain future vision to a certain extent through the precursor of death, such as Yulia can see through the operation of the world through the eyes of truth, and for example, Edgar and the previous high priests can sense the approach of the Descendants of Glory within a certain range.

Pandora may have a similar, different, and more important way of perceiving than the five senses.

But so what? He didn't have to accommodate his enemies, all he had to do was get information from the perfect, non-human-like girl in front of him through dialogue.

"It's weird. As if talking to herself, as if answering Amy's earlier question, Pandora said suddenly.

"What's strange?" the boy asked.

"It's too calm," the little girl shook her head, not continuing the conversation as before, "After losing the balance of the fire, Cthulhu who sleeps under Hemtica should have entered a period of restlessness before awakening, and his undoubtedly muttering and dreaming will explode mercilessly, swallowing all of Hemtika into eternal darkness - but now, his dreams are a little too calm, and there is no sign of imminent awakening. ”

Cthulhu ......

Amy has an impression of the name, and after being beheaded by Pandora, he falls into a strange dark dream, where he sees a string of characters he doesn't recognize but can read, and reads it, dragged into a strange world by the terrible monsters sleeping behind the sealed doors.

And the reason why he was trapped in this was the mantra he interpreted:

"In the eternal mansion of Lalaye, the sleeping Cthulhu is asleep—"

Wait, wait for you to fall asleep?

The boy was faint enough to grasp the essence of this illusion - it was the dream of the sleeping Cthulhu, a terrifying being who had been suppressed under Hemtica for so many years, not only possessed enough power to create countless bubble worlds, but was also an ancient evil that could be traced back to at least the unscrupulous generations of ancestors, perfectly meeting the conditions of a possible dream maker.

But could it really be Him?

The young Glory One was noncommittal, for the question did not matter at all, whether it was or not, it did not help the status quo, and what he needed was a way out of here, not a cloudy, specious so-called truth.

But then again, it's surprising that that inscrutable monster has the potential to destroy Hemtika even in the midst of an unconscious period of restlessness.

But what is even more surprising is that he has enough power to hit him hard.

Obviously, under normal conditions, he couldn't even beat an ordinary dark minister, but as a result, he jumped directly by an unknown number of orders of magnitude when he was forced to do so, harnessing the terrifying power that would involuntarily give birth to palpitations even when he recalled it, and with a detached attitude of burning himself, he dealt a heavy blow to the ancient evil thing that seemed to have the name of Cthulhu- Even if he was still in a state of being sealed and incomplete, even if he offered everything he could burn as firewood, the whole process and the results of the process were filled with a dreamlike unreality.

Although in a sense, it is true that it is dreaming......

But what to say? It all came too easily, too coincidentally.

Although we don't know what the origin of this Cthulhu is, whether it is the doomsday scroll in the Death Omen that destroyed Hemtika by its mere existence, or the layers of seals set by the ancestors who faintly pointed to the territory of the order, it is not difficult to deduce that it, or he, is some kind of great being beyond human understanding.

However, he was hit hard.

Because for some reason, he appeared in the upper area, and it happened to be in the temple of Hephaestus, and he happened to meet the dark ministers who came to put out the fire, so he inherited the firstborn fire as a matter of course, and then was forced to enter the sleeping place of Cthulhu in desperation, and then sacrificed himself like the hero of the third-rate knights, ignited the light, and hit the sealed chaos evil thing again.

It's as if there is an invisible pusher behind it, everything is too routine.

And what made him most suspicious was the anomaly of the nascent fire and the dark blood of the short sword in that battle, if the things he had experienced before could be explained or covered up by simple coincidence, then the encounter and battle with Cthulhu was full of doubts - not to mention why he fell into a dream after being cut in half, not to mention why he could read the words he didn't know easily, just the fact that he won the final victory by relying on the consciousness of sacrifice made him feel quite ridiculous.

If the world could be saved by sacrificial awareness, then the dark ages of hundreds of years would have come to an end.

After all...... There is no shortage of noble people in this world who have the courage to sacrifice.

Unfortunately, the reality is not, it is cold, cruel and never romantic, and burning the blood of glory as firewood can indeed be exchanged for considerable power, but it is ...... No matter how firm the will, no matter how noble the spirit, no matter how thoroughly the self-sacrifice is made, the insignificant nature of human beings determines that it is absolutely impossible for oneself alone to overcome the nameless thing that flows out of chaos.

The ladder on the tree of life determines the difference between the two.

So, he felt uneasy.

Once again, I felt uneasy at the shackles that fate had placed on me.