743

Beckland, late at night.

Audrey, who had digested the potion a little more, was very active in using the "dream shuttle" to leave her mansion and come to various dreams in the surrounding area.

When she realizes that the preferential treatment of her relatives comes from her own strength, she is even more eager to go further.

In this way, she suddenly saw an acquaintance.

This is a noble lady with whom she has a good relationship, 29 years old, married the year before last, married to a viscount.

At this time, the lady's room was filled with rose petals, the bed was white, a pair of heart-shaped rings were placed, and the sound of tuk-tuk tapping came from the window.

The lady's cheeks flushed, and she walked there with quick steps, opening the window.

A man in a black iron mask and a dark cloak jumped in, embraced the lady, and whispered:

"I will take you away from pain."

Then, the two began to entangle in various ways, rolling all the way to the bed.

As a "dream walker" who is trying to digest potions, Audrey has long seen similar scenes, passed the shy stage, and sighed that everyone's dreams are really colorful and imaginative, at this time, she has not lost her temper at all, and maintains the etiquette of the "audience", as if she is witnessing an over-the-top drama.

After a little scrutiny, she found a problem:

The man in the black iron mask was not the lady's spouse, but more like some playboy in aristocratic circles.

"Is this a reflection of the hidden thoughts in the heart?" Audrey muttered to herself with the academic attitude of dream analysis.

Audrey couldn't help but withdraw from the dream, wanting to see how the viscount and his wife were in reality.

In the crimson moonlit bedroom, on the large white bed, the viscount put his arms around his wife, and his wife wrapped around him, sleeping very intimately.

"Well, we must realize that everyone has a dark side, and if you are 'condemned' simply by the dreams you have had, the thoughts that have occurred in an instant, everyone will fall into hell, and no one will be spared, including myself...... It's good for most people that the extraordinaries of the 'prisoner' pathway, including me, can understand, recognize, and control their dark side so that it never comes to life......"

Audrey feels more and more that playing the role of "Dream Walker" is a torture and tempering of her own soul.

She re-entered the dream and "shuttled" to other areas.

It didn't take long for her to come to a warm "room".

There was a thick carpet and a dining table, and the seat was an old lady with gray hair.

On either side of her were a pair of middle-aged men and women and three underage children, and everyone was very happy with candles, tasting food, talking and laughing.

Outside, the darkness was deep, and the wind rattled the glass, brewing the horror of the pre-disaster struck.

"What is the owner of this dream worried about?" Audrey exits the dream, trying to find answers from reality and validate her assumptions.

Then she saw a small bed, and saw the gray-haired old lady.

On the old lady's bedside table, there are picture frames one after another, either wrapped in black cloth or tied with white flowers, a middle-aged couple and three minor children.

Audrey silently turned her head to look out the window, only to see the ruins left by the bombing near the house.

The aristocratic lady pursed her lips, and Huo Ran returned to the old lady's dream.

She didn't try to prevent the catastrophe that might befall her, but she embodied a chair and sat next to it, looking earnestly and intently at the joyful and warm family.

In the sound of the wind and the shaking of the glass, the lights in the room are bright, the food is fragrant, and the laughter is constant.

Audrey's summary of the "Dream Walker" playing rules has this rule:

"The traveler of dreams, who has been here and seen, records but does not interfere, is just a 'spectator'."

744

Sun.

Brightness, warmth, vitality and hope for new life.

The people looked expectantly at the oracle on the high platform, and there was no nobler and more beautiful symbol for the people of the Godforsaken Land.

When the entire inhabitants of Mooncity no longer had a black mist floating out of their bodies, Crane gradually stopped pouring spirit into the cross. Watching the golden cross in his hand gradually dissipate the light, like the second coming of dusk and sunset, people's eyes showed reluctance, and there were also expectations for the next development.

They all knew in their hearts that after the display of the power and promises of the sun god was over, the next step was to symbolize the "fool".

But no one knows that the "Fool Oracle", who has been leading the festival with a calm and even detached attitude, is now stuck.

According to the experience of "Klein Moretti" in one of the few large sacramental ceremonies, when the bishop has finished the first phase of his speech, the second stage should be set by the choir or the scheduled speaker, and at the same time the orchestra will begin to play, and the bishop and the extraordinary person of the Church will influence the crowd through some extraordinary means, so that the spirituality of all people will resonate and strengthen the faith in the hearts of the people...... Crane's eyes glanced left and right, there was no atmosphere group, no choir, no band.

The difficulty of compiling hymns is still a bit too high for me...... Klein even learned "Apocalypse of the Night" when he was playing Dawn Dantès, and it is not difficult to copy and change the words now, but it is possible to stutter when speaking.

Tsukijo might have someone who could compose hymns on the spot, but that would have been a failure as a missionary.

Isn't it better to be silent than to stutter or pause?

Gelman Sparrow is a ruthless fanatic, a missionary, or should I give the high priest a look and let him think of a way?

The answer must be given as soon as possible, or they will collectively pray to Amun in their hearts!

Klein let the sunlight fade into his hands, and made a serious look, leaving the blank time for everyone's imagination. Of course, the inhabitants of Moon City did not question the actions of the oracle, in their eyes, whatever the oracle did was the will of the gods, only a young man wearing monocles pushed his glasses with a smile and watched the performance of this "fool" gentleman.

"Are you planning to make up a new honorific name and take away the direction of the ontology?"

He had fully seen Klein's thoughts, so the smile on his face gradually became bad: "It's useless, even if you change the content, I can deceive others, if you really use your honorific name to distinguish you from the ontology, then I can also use grafting ......"

"Although there are no angels here, if I gather the power of all the clones, I can also reach the level of angels in terms of strength."

"Mr. 'Fool', you have given me the Source Fort, why do you quietly take your fate to find a corner and struggle, wait for the future He will awaken in you, and come to the Godforsaken Land to save these people?"

"Maybe it's because he wants to."

Amon was just talking to himself, not expecting anyone to answer him, but one man squeezed into his row from the crowd and answered his words casually.

Amon's eyes widened suddenly, and he slowly looked in that direction.

The Lord of Withering smiled at him with one of the most polite eight teeth recorded in the Book of Human Etiquette - The Book of the Declining King, and then quickly put away his smile again, mimicking the mocking expression that Amon had just laughed at: "I haven't seen you in a few days, and I miss you little little meng cubs a little. What am I talking about? You didn't cooperate with my investigation before, so now I'm going to come to block you. ”

After scaring Amon for a moment, he looked up at Klein in a good mood.

"What's the reason? Probably because I think the people here are miserable and pitiful, and I have accepted the request of the true Creator, so I have the obligation to save them, you may not understand, but as far as I can see, human beings are like this. ”

"I understand, isn't it just for the anchor?"

"That's probably true, but there are other reasons for it, humans are complex creatures, and you can't figure it out just by thinking about it." The smile on the outer god's face deepened, "Or do you want to try what it's like to be human?" ”

Amon pinched his eyes and shook his head.

At this moment, Klein on the stage had been silent for nearly half a minute, and as a transitional link, it was almost time to end.

Amon stared at the outer god to see what he could do to help, but he saw the other man looking left and right, and suddenly he took out a strangely shaped harp from nowhere, as if by magic.

"I can't sing, so I just applied for off-site assistance."

The Lord of the Blighted winked at Amon, "And I know that my off-site aid will not refuse to record this epic scene. ”

Amon frowned: "You are not in Sequence 4 now, and you don't even have a ...... divinity"

In a land where there is no connection to the spirit world, where no prayer will be answered, come here with such a tattered container and provoke us, do you have any other means to be confident that you can kill all of us, whose sum of power is equal to that of angels?

What's more, even if they kill us, they can still find a way to pass on the information, as well as the main body above the Source Fort!

"Look at what you're talking about...... Isn't divinity our nature? The smile on the outer god's face became more and more fake, but he still taught Amon more patiently, "I didn't choose the demigod container because it would limit my divinity to the demigod level. ”

"Can't you tell the difference between impurities and essence?"

As he spoke, he reached out and plucked the strings, as if he were trying to hear the sound.

"Is this a song of condemnation, or a new epic unfinished...... It's up to you to decide who wins. ”

He whispered. At the moment when this voice sounded, it seemed that everyone's hearts and thoughts were touched, even Klein himself was no exception, and an indescribable voice sounded directly in the depths of everyone's heart.

The voice is like a man, like a woman, like an old man, like a child, like the sound of the wind, or like the voice of an animal. Quirky and catchy, like a spiritual vibe. It is impossible to describe it accurately, not even in human language, and when one tries to recall it, one finds that it is impossible to repeat even a single syllable.

"Close our eyes, we are still suffering;

"I'm tired and don't know what the future holds;

"Answer our prayers, hear our weeping, O God, where are we going if salvation is far away......

Unconsciously, everyone felt that their spirit had been baptized, and their spirituality was naturally expressed.

They collectively entered a trance, and felt the "miracle" that connected the will and spirit of all people. Even Amun, who was in the crowd, could not detach himself from the picture depicted by this song, after all, it was the singing of another god thousands of miles away.

Thankfully, he didn't add any filth to it.

Klein was also in a trance for a moment, but the privilege of waking in the dream was still there, he was only confused for a moment, and then immediately recovered, and then began to look for the person who made the sound in the crowd.

He saw nothing, only the indescribable voice still singing slowly in his head, like some kind of prelude.

"Someone is helping me ......"

Klein's spirits lifted, and the song came just right, alleviating his embarrassment, and making the hymn he had made up for half a minute in his mind useless—but it was a good thing, and Crane was about to put the cross back into the historical projection, and then grabbed the "staff of life" in the air.

He held his staff aloft and poured a huge amount of spirit into it.

A small flower bloomed at the top of the cane, and the green light visible to the naked eye spread around him, like a warm spring breeze.

The wind blew through people's bodies, the scars gradually faded, the sarcoma split and repaired itself, the severed limbs grew out of the cracks again, and the crooked, deformed bones, all the limbs that should not appear, were all carried away by the wind, leaving behind healthy and sound bodies.

And the people of Moon City seem to have really entered the dream realm, and their consciousness resonates, and they are led forward by the sound of singing.

"The sun is shining on the earth, and the world is still full of life;

"Another god has come to you, just as the first one was;

He thought about it for a moment.

"He is as old as the sun god and comes from the same era;

"He has never forgotten you, and has engraved his oath in his heart;

"Make a choice, hold on to the past, or welcome a new one;

"Hang the sun on your breast;

"Or believe in Him and it will bring you salvation."

They seemed to see the dark world of more than a thousand years, and the dark and dangerous land was shining with the sun at this moment.

Far away, at the end of the field of vision, there are the figures of their parents, their wives, their husbands, their friends, their teachers and seniors wandering in the wilderness, and these dead who have not seen the sun are now bathed in light, no matter what they have suffered in life, smiling and walking the earth and waving their arms at them.

But they did not feel joy, because the song was full of sorrow, because they could not move their feet, because they could not approach those who were gone.

"All those who have gone to death;

"All those who are longing for tomorrow;

"Life is beautiful, but it is always fleeting;

"Go and trace the back of the predecessors and guide the future generations who are looking for the way."

Those who wandered through the dream again swelled with intense sadness, as if they understood that they really had to say goodbye.

Joy and sorrow were intertwined, and they remembered the good moments of the past, the scenes of the family sitting around the table enjoying the food and laughing, the person who looked at them warmly, the pain of seeing them hurt, the pain that seemed to tear their souls apart when they died, the pain of endless darkness and despair, the pain of their relatives or friends, who had to leave alone when their bodies were too weak to hunt.

They have gone first, and there is no more trouble, but those who survive must be tormented day and night, emaciated and withered.

Today, the living are finally waiting for the future.

When the song and the dreamlike trance ended, the people who woke up were shocked to find that their bodies had become healthy and strong at some point. The oracle on the stage looked at them silently, his eyes as calm and compassionate as those of a god.

As a result, a tear slid down, and the people who participated in the festival and shared this "miracle" could no longer suppress their inner emotions and silently and unreservedly vented their accumulated pain.

A great sadness pervaded, intertwined in the choir's chanting, as if it had taken on a substantial form.

"He is as old as the sun god and comes from the same era;

"Make a choice, hold on to the past, or welcome a new one;

"Hang the sun on your breast;

"Or believe in Him and it will bring you salvation."

Crane didn't hesitate to repeat the prayer that had already been written for him—his spiritual consciousness told him that it could indeed distinguish him from Amon, that it was clearly directed, and most importantly, that he felt that it was okay!

The outer god hidden in the crowd had stopped singing, and a new white piece of paper appeared in front of him, on which a few lines of words appeared.

"Huh? Oh, "Out of the Eastern Continent" ......"

The people around him did not notice His self-talk, and these people who wept silently with their eyes closed subconsciously followed the words of the oracle, made a similar prayer, and then, infected with each other, shouted in their hearts:

"Trust Him!"

"Trust Him!"

"Believe in the 'Fool' and believe that He will come to help us and save us!"

The grief reached its extreme, and people's emotions resonated like never before, like the tide of the sea coming together into an amazing tsunami.

At this moment, Crane suddenly heard a tsunami-like shout in his ears, all of which belonged to the residents of Moon City, and he could even tell which person in the audience one of the words came from!

It worked?! He couldn't believe it!

In the midst of such a tsunami, even the Amuns were infected for a moment, but they quickly manipulated their respective hosts to break away from the frenzy.

At this moment, Klein's thinking suddenly stopped.

His body was no longer under control, and the "Life Staff" disappeared automatically in less than fifteen minutes, and except for his thoughts, which belonged to him, everything else was slowly becoming stiff, and even his eyes could not move.

He knew very well that this should be "parasitism".

It's coming so fast......

Can't you hold it back? The "Angel of Time" here?

TBC

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Good night!

(End of chapter)