I was alone, trudging through the empty desert, and I didn't know where I had come from or where I was going. I know that this is my dream, a dream from which I can never escape.

This is a familiar world, a dark sky, no sunlight all year round, only three bright moons hanging high in the sky, no matter how time changes, they never move, as if fixed there, from eternity to eternity.

The barren land is an endless yellow sand, covered with billions of white and dazzling bones, rusted swords and broken shields are still firmly fixed in the hands of the bones, as if they can stand up at any time to attack all the enemies in front of them. However, it was only a seem, they were now just bones, bones that could never stand up again. The fragments of the evil god's soul had been severely damaged, and the power that supported them to recover was unsustainable, and all the white bones fell to the ground, like an ordinary corpse, silent and harmless.

"Is this here again?" I wanted to laugh, I wanted to laugh at myself, but I couldn't laugh anyway, facing such a familiar environment, but facing such an unfamiliar scene: "What is this dream again?"

No one can answer me, the world is dead silent, only the cold wind fills my ears, monotonous and never stops.

"What scene has you encountered before?" I have never seen such a world, in my memory, this world will always be full of tragic battles, the sound of bones rubbing and the sound of weapons clashing will never be broken, that should be the original appearance of this alien world, or rather, it should be the original appearance of this dream world. This world should be like the countless times I have seen in my dreams, not empty, dead, and monotonous like it is now.

I was alone, trekking through this desert. I don't know how long I've been gone, and I don't know how long I'm going to go. Everything around me, never changes, no matter how long I've been walking. All you can see in front of you is the desert, the wind and sand and the bones, the exact same desert, the wind and sand and the bones, and the only thing you hear in your ears is still the whistling wind. In this world without obstacles, even the sound of the wind is monotonous. Looking up at the sky, the unchanged three bright moons are projecting a cold light, and the curved arc is like three indifferent smiling faces, which is sarcastic and ridiculous. Laugh at my cowardice, laugh at my cowardice, laugh at my iniquity.

I walked numbly and mechanically on the desert, how long had I been here, a day, a year, a hundred years, a thousand years, or just a moment? I don't know, I can't guess. Time has lost its meaning here, and walking on this land, perhaps there is no difference between a moment and an eternity.

I walked numbly, unconsciously.

Am I really walking? Why is it that no matter how I walk, how I run, my surroundings are still the same? Why am I running no matter what? How do I walk, or do I only hear the sound of the wind that never changes? Am I really walking, or does the so-called walking only exist in my fantasies?

No, I'm really walking, and everything isn't set in stone. There are still slight changes on the bones covered by the ground. Yes, the bones are different, this one seems to have an exceptionally large eye socket, this one seems to be missing three teeth, and this one has a broken rib. A heartfelt joy rose in my heart. I can finally confirm that I am indeed still moving forward, that I am not completely broken down in this empty and dead world. Thank you, former enemies. Although we have fought to the death, at this moment, I still want to thank you for giving me the courage to keep going.

But even if I knew that, what was the use? nothing would change, and I would still be alone in this world. Enduring monotony, enduring loneliness.

It dawned on me that I knew what the source of this never-before-seen scene was. The scene in front of us should be the world after we left, the world that has lost its soul, the world that has lost its soul, the world that has lost everything, and the world where your soul sleeps forever. It turns out that this is the scene you saw on your deathbed, such a cruel scene, isn't it? My Nelly, my love.

Is this a new punishment? Is this a punishment for my past sins? Or is it a punishment for my attempts to get out of the past? Maybe I'll never be able to get out of the past, I'll never be able to get rid of my sins. But what does it matter? Even if I endure endless remorse and endless torture forever, at least I can be with you every time I fall asleep, I can see your face, I can hear your voice.

But this time, where are you, my Nellie.

In this monotonous and dead world, eternal loneliness gnaws at my will and heart, I really want to get rid of this endless loneliness, I want to talk to people, anyone, talk to me, otherwise how long can I last in this world?

"Pannis, Pannis, wake up. ”

Who's who's calling me? Oh, yes, it's a dream, it's just a dream, I should wake up.

The world of dreams quickly blurred and cracked in my eyes, but in the last moment, I seemed to see a familiar figure, blooming with a familiar smile, waving goodbye to me from afar, as if that gentle voice whispered in my ear, see you next time, my love.

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"Whew. Pannis sat up straight and woke up from a shallow sleep.

"Are you alright? Catherine, who was approaching with such an abrupt movement, was startled by the abrupt movement, and asked in a low voice, "Why is it so big and having nightmares again?"

"Whew, nothing. Pannis's hands were covered over his face and he rubbed it vigorously a few times to hide the amazement and uneasiness on his face: "How long have I been sleeping?"

"It didn't take long. Catherine looked at the timer, "There's still ten minutes left before it's time to leave." ”

"It's okay, I didn't sleep too long. Pannis moved his stiff body and looked around. Lina and Vivien fell asleep after taking the pill and were recovering their magic and mental strength, Marcia leaned on the backpack, trying her best to relax the muscles of her whole body, and used her fighting energy to relieve the fatigue of her body, and Catherine should have completed the process and was guarding everyone. The five silver wolves lay on the side very obediently, occasionally biting down two pieces of grass and chewing them in their mouths, looking leisurely and complacent.

"Get up and get ready. Catherine held out her hand to Pannis: "Give you a towel to wipe your sweat, every time you wake up from a dream, you sweat like this, and I don't know what you dreamed of." ”

"Nightmares. Pannis shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care, took Catherine's hand and stood up, and said easily, "Didn't you also tell you about your nightmare before you rested, it's not a big deal." ”

"I don't have a nightmare. Catherine said solemnly: "I like that dream very much, in the dream, I can feel the distance between me and Lord Nelly, and I can even feel that Lord Nelly's soul is watching me in the divine realm, giving me infinite courage." I don't know exactly why that dream happened, but I still hope it will appear a few more times, the more the better. ”

"Like me?" Pannis smiled wryly and sighed, "Actually, that's not your dream, it's Annie's. Since Anne is an undead spirit, her soul is unstable when she is resting, and there may be some broken dream messages that have been sent out, and it just so happens that you are closest to her and have a very close relationship, so you will naturally receive it. ”

"Anne's dream?" Catherine asked, frowning, "but how could Anne have seen those things? If she hadn't deceived us, she shouldn't have dreamed of that kind of scene at all, and she shouldn't have known about Nelly's existence." ”

"So, this is more proof of what I said earlier, those people's inferences about the cause of the appearance of these intelligent undead. Pannis picked up his backpack and fastened it, and then put the gadgets back on his body before explaining, "My thoughts are this, those things are not Anne's memory. More than a hundred years ago, Kai, Kai, and Kyle broke into another dimension through the door of death and directly attacked the fragments of the divine soul, you should have thought that what you dreamed of was the scene at that time. ”

"Yes, that's what I thought. Catherine nodded, "I think there's only one explanation." ”

"Well, you should be right. Pannis said patiently, pretending to be talking about things that had nothing to do with him: "You didn't see those scenes, and Anne didn't see them, but one person did. Well, it may not be appropriate to say that it is human, but there is something I saw. ”

"I see. Catherine suddenly realized, "You think it's actually a fragment of consciousness produced by the fragment of the evil god's soul when it collapsed under Lord Nelly's self-attack, right?" ”

"Well, there should be a lot of fragments of consciousness. "But thanks to Nai and Nelly's filtering, only the fragments related to her escaped and were received by every undead who were affected by the fragments of the Divine Soul and regained their sanity. These consciousnesses are only tiny fragments, so they can only appear by chance in the form of dreams. ”

"Sounds like a lot of sense. Catherine sighed and shook her head, "But I always felt that something was wrong. ”

"These are all conjectures. Pannis said: "What happened and why it happened, I'm afraid even those who have been to another space can't tell, maybe the only one who can understand everything is the remnant soul and ...... of the evil god."

Before the name could be spoken, Vivien and Lina, who were sleeping on the side, woke up from the effects of the potion at the same time. Lina sat up in a daze, shook her head vigorously, and shook the tangled silver hair like a shake hair, while Vivian slowly got up from the ground after dozens of seconds after opening her eyes, rubbed her eyes and said, "We haven't slept for time." ”

"Just right. Pannis reached out and pulled the two up, "It's an hour, let's see who's hiding here." (To be continued.) )