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As the orange halo that continued to swing above the sky gradually faded into a dark gray in my vision, the scene in front of me changed again.

The open plain in front of me was empty, but with the blessing of oranges, the picture of the past came to my eyes-

A patchwork of urban agglomerations unfolds in front of you, with countless bizarre flying machines coming from afar or flying away from them. Each of the various buildings in crystal blue has a unique architectural style, which is more like an "architecture" than those jointed buildings.

There is a huge pale blue translucent shroud over the urban agglomeration, not a few flickers, what seems to be some kind of defensive shield?

The city cluster is located near the place where the Giant Flower fought with the Buddhist monks. As for why it has now almost become a plain......

What has really happened to this world in the space of a few decades?

I have no intention of going to the area to see up close, because it will take me a lot of time on the road, what I need most now is intelligence, and the second most important thing is time. Who knows when the battle overhead will spill over.

I decided to head to the castle that was closer to here. When I was exploring there with the doctor, I was in that basement and saw what had happened in the past. So I took the orange and ran towards the castle.

Halfway through, I saw what seemed to be a creature approaching me not far away. I stopped and looked fixedly at each other. It seems to be in human form, and it is still talking about something.

It moved towards me very fast...... His upper limbs were still waving, as if he was greeting me.

Who will it be? Could it be another doctor who has strayed into the source realm? Could it be him?

When I saw its appearance, I was so frightened that I pulled my legs and ran in the opposite direction.

I swear, it's definitely the most bizarre look I've ever seen in my life...... I won't go into much detail about the tattered clothes, and there is half a piece of iron sheet hanging on his head, which seems to be stuck straight and diagonally in his head. Holding a round iron sheet that appears to be the lid of a pot, it flies in the air with its waving limbs, making a rattling sound. Half of the face is gone, replaced by a wriggling ball of cyan flesh, and blood vessels and other tissues can be faintly seen emerging in it... And this is probably one of the reasons why the piece of iron is stuck upside down in his head and still alive and well.

I barely recognized the other person's identity by the way they dressed and how they looked—the Ranger Knight I had met on my trip to the Holy City.

At that time, I saw that he had lost his shadow...... I thought he would die one day in the wasteland. But I didn't expect to come to the Source Realm.

I ran and glanced back at his feet. There is still no shadow.

Perhaps in the Source Realm, you don't need a shadow to live well, and only the wasteland world has those unknown beings who interact with the shadowless.

I suspect that the state of the Ranger Knight at this time is an alienated "flesh monster", but only half of the other party's head has turned into strange flesh and blood, and I'm not sure if this is the monster that the Yanshi said "I should eat pollen and run away when I see it".

But fortunately, the other party seemed to be unable to run fast because of the alienation of the brain due to motor function, so I made a big detour and successfully threw off the other party.

The slightly rusty iron door of the door was still wide open. I gasped as I held on to the two stone e-sheep statues sitting in the doorway. I looked back for a moment - fortunately, he didn't chase after him. I don't know what happened to him......

The curious face still rings in my mind from time to time. Theha is gone. I don't know if the other party has become like this because of the overhead fight or some other reason, but I have to speed up, I've been wasted too much time by this alienated Ranger Knight.

Well... Look at the door first. I expertly pressed the orange.

Things at the door haven't changed much. The rust on the iron doors is gone, and there are a lot of smart-looking, high-class amenities around them - that's all I can say, because I really can't tell what they do by their appearance.

The stone statue was restored to its full appearance - it did indeed look like an electronic sheep. Of course, it could also be a stone sculpture of some kind of animatronic creature. At this time, there is even an ornamental battery garden that is obviously artificially cultivated, and a piece of brushing is a piece of brushing, and it looks like it is taken care of by a special person.

It seems that this is indeed the existence of a suburban villa?

Looking up again, the shape of the castle at this time is even more chic.

The black spire tower is suspended from the top, the internal structure is regular and atmospheric, and there will be a long square window inlaid with a carved Romanesque bust on the inner wall every ten steps, and the interior is also overlapped with small round windows surrounded by floral decorations, and the overlapping architectural layout makes the space of the castle have an infinite overlapping sense of depth, fine, regular, atmospheric, but without losing change.

Walking into it, even if the reality around me is the decoration of the "four walls of the family", but in fact, I walked into the deep doorway, the portraits of the castle owners of the past dynasties were lined up on both sides, and a peculiar retro lamp was lit up under each portrait, and the simple embroidery pattern on the gold-edged lampshade set off the whole lamp with a very classical charm, and in the dim afterglow, the noble marble-like texture effect was clearly visible.

The last time I hallucinated in the basement, I seemed to have some strange knowledge in my head. Knowledge of things like architecture or decoration design.

The castle owners all look human. The year of their birth and death is written in small print below, but it is different from the year of the Holy City. Even when compared with the time shown in some experimental data in the laboratory, the year is quite early.

I found my way to the second floor and climbed the openwork spiral escalator along the aisle filled with kerosene torches. In front of the beams of long stained glass windows, I found a robot. He appears to be a Yanshi, dressed in green. But I'm not sure, because he wasn't wearing a robe, and it looked like some kind of men's dress?

He was walking out of a room and toward the other end of the hallway. I looked "through the wall" and there was no one else in the room. So he hesitated for a moment and decided to follow him.

In order to prevent the difference between reality and the perspective of the orange in the terrain and causing me to accidentally step on the air and fall, I had to alternately take down the orange and press the orange back to see the way while following the robot.

Passing through the atrium, the wine room, and then around the storage room and the steep tower in front of the tower, from the back door of the main fortress of the castle to the arch of the auxiliary fortress where the secondary tower is located, the robot stopped, lowered its head, and seemed to be thinking about something.

So I took the opportunity to look around—

The claw-like dead trees burst out of the rotting black soil, growing secretly, struggling to climb into the sky, opening like the handle of an umbrella, and stretching out its branches like hair in the darkness.

The old tree, with its twisted torso and crawling with old, cracked wood grains, stood on the periphery of the sub-fort, looking hideous, sinister, solemn, solemn and gloomy, bound to the stone rock clinging to the old vines.

There is a silt pond behind the side of the gable, silting up black sewage, and occasionally a few black bubbles rise from the pond, burrowing out the pointed head of a small unknown creature; In the silent gray world, there was an intermittent strange sound like a cicada chirping from somewhere, lonely and cold.

Everything here contrasts with the grandeur and peace outside the castle, and even the classical sophistication inside the castle. I shuddered.

The robot looked up and began to whisper—I hurried over to hear what he had to say.

Such a mysterious atmosphere - I always had a hunch that he would say something very crucial. Maybe it can solve some of my doubts.

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