The Lost began to accelerate in the direction of Silandis—the ghost ship began to charge under the raging flames of the waves that rose one level after another, and the terrifying howls and storms that continued to come from the direction of the giant tree.

Silantis seemed to notice the sudden change, and his instinct to resist the invasion of dreams immediately came into play—the waves rolled over the sea, and the sea water affected by the giant trees turned into a barrier of heaven covered with fangs, and slammed down on the bow of the Lost Country in an almost crushing manner, and in the midst of the roar of the waves, countless hazy phantoms began to emerge in the storm, as if they were an ancient army, In the middle, there were countless illusions of birds and beasts that had been distorted to the point of being completely invisible, and they rushed over the gaps between the waves and rushed towards the ghost ship that burned in the wind and waves.

However, the Lost Country did not shy away from the oncoming storm, but instead puffed up its sails and increased its speed.

Dark green flames erupted from every crack in the deck, every cabin window, every cannon door of the ship, as if it were about to ignite the entire surface of the sea, and the living fire that swept through the sea crashed directly into the storm of nightmarish shadows.

The monstrous waves were scorched by the flames, and huge gaps were evaporated, and the blades wrapped in the wind and waves were swallowed by invisible forces, and dissipated into harmless mist in the next gust of wind, and the illusions that emerged in the storm turned into real phantoms in the flames—

They passed harmlessly through the hull of the Lost Country, the spirit fire did not seem to cause any harm to them, and they could not do any effect on the Lost Country, but in the tail flame of the Lost Country, the apparitions gradually stopped, as if awakened from a long dream, and they dissipated silently in the wind.

Then the Lost sailed into a bigger storm, more visions, and a nightmare closer to the essence of Silandis.

Just as one can never perceive the moment when one's sleep began, after a moment that one cannot perceive, the whole world outside the Lost Country has fallen into chaos and darkness, the infinite sea has disappeared, the sky has also disappeared, and the "sunshine" that spreads from the distant sea has disappeared at some point.

All that was left was the illusion of the storm rolling up in the darkness, and the vast "tunnel" that appeared and disappeared in the storm, as if it was made of countless vines and roots, and the Lost Country was speeding through this indescribable "tunnel".

After another moment of imperceptible perceptibility, the sound was gone—and the whole world beyond the Lost Ship fell silent.

However, the illusion of the storm remained, it only surged silently, but it seemed more eerie and terrifying than before.

The Lost Ground continued to sail through the intertwined botanical structure, the entire ship as if floating in a void beyond which only the vast shadow of Silandis remained.

It seems to have become the only remaining entity in the world, as if it is the only and last tree after the whole world has collapsed and everything has fallen into silence.

Or, the original tree.

Lune felt a little better—after passing that imperceptible "moment of sleeping", or perhaps after some sudden "transformation" of the ship, he found that the constant call in his mind had suddenly waned, and he felt his consciousness gradually regain stability, and even heard the heartbeat in his chest again.

He lowered his head and saw that his body was indeed recovering little by little.

Looking out the window, you can see the giant tree that stretches for thousands of miles in the dark space.

Despite still being mired in this dangerous and terrifying "Dream of the Old Gods", and despite knowing in his heart that Sirantis was still trying to "protect", or kill every elf in this world, the old man could not help but muttered softly to himself: "...... It's beautiful......"

A voice came from the side: "yes, it's beautiful......"

Lune followed the sound, only to see that it was the strange goat's head on the sailing table looking out the window and sighing—a faint green flame was flowing and rising from its wooden structure, and another flame condensed below it, like a vaguely twisted spine, connecting it to the deck below.

"In the beginning, I planted her in the dark—as it is now," continued the eerie carved wooden goat's head, which seemed to be immersed in memories and carefully picked up the pieces in the depths of memory, "but she wasn't that big then...... It's just a small sapling, crooked, even a little ...... Ugly.

"I didn't know what she was going to look like, and I didn't know what she was supposed to be — she made herself, and all I did was make her grow, and keep growing.

"Then I learned to imagine more things, more trees, plants that grow with trees, and all kinds of creatures that live among plants...... I placed them in all parts of that darkness, and I don't know when the darkness subsided, and the world began to flourish, and there were many...... More than I had initially imagined was starting to happen, and overall, it was interesting – much more interesting than a boundless and meaningless emptiness.

"So, some sapient beings who grew out of the forest gave me a name, and they called me the 'Creator.'

"But I don't really understand what they call me, and I don't really understand a lot of what they're saying — they do some really weird things, and I don't understand.

"They gathered together to dance, laid the harvest at the feet of the male goats carved from the roots, they erected huge waterwheels beside the river, and decorated them with strips of colorful cloth, and when they had finally mastered the ability to fly in the sky, they leaped from the branches of Silandis with their huge flying machines, and glided over the hills, reaching the end of Silandis's gaze in cheers......

"They say that it is to please the great Creator and to keep the Creator from leaving.

"But I don't understand what they're doing, about their ...... Performances and gifts, I don't really have any interest, never have.

"But I saw that they were having a good time, and I thought it was good."

Lune quieted down, his eyes slowly widened, and he looked at the goat's head on the table with an uncanny look.

He opened his mouth, but mixed emotions blocked all his words - he just let out a strange grunt from his throat.

Then, a crackling sound suddenly sounded in the captain's room, interrupting all of the elven old man's subsequent movements and words.

The dark green spirit fire ignited out of thin air, and a tall figure was outlined in the flames, Duncan stepped out of the fire, his eyes falling on the goat's head: "Do you remember everything?" ”

"Broken, chaotic, only a general impression, and a few flickering images," the goat's head made a slight wooden grinding sound, slowly turning his gaze to Duncan, "I can feel that there are many 'debris' scattered elsewhere." ”

"Are you going to get them all together?" Duncan asked casually.

“…… It doesn't matter," the goathead was silent for two seconds, but shook his head unexpectedly, "at least not now." ”

“…… Alright," Duncan looked deeply at the goat's head, then looked out the window, "Prepare for 'contact', we're not far from the 'trunk'." ”

"Do you want to take the helm yourself?" Goathead asked.

"No," Duncan shook his head, "if I were at the helm, I'd probably never find out where Sylrantis was hiding - since you've remembered some of the things, it's up to you to stay at the helm, and I think this part of the 'memories' should be enough for you to find the right direction." ”

"Understood."

The goat's head replied succinctly.

Seriously, this guy suddenly spoke so succinctly, Duncan still felt a little uncomfortable.

But he soon put this strange thought behind him.

The Lost Ship began to pass through the layers of silent storm visions, and the tunnels and curtains of countless vines and roots—the ghostly ship that sailed on the edge of dreams had wandered the edge of the dark veil many times, but this time, it had finally found that right direction.

Duncan turned his head to look at Pope Rune.

After a moment of slightly embarrassed staring at each other, he beckoned to Alice, who was standing next to him, "You better come and untie the old man......"

"Oh." Alice agreed, and rather regretfully, came over to "untie" the elven old man, who was still tied to the pillar with a rope.

The corners of Luen's mouth twitched slightly, and he calmly spoke while hiding his embarrassment: "Actually, I think it's okay, Miss Alice's actions are also ...... Professionalism is ...... inside"

However, no sooner had he said than a violent shock suddenly spread throughout the ship!

It was as if the Lost Country had collided with some invisible behemoth in an instant, and an unprecedented tremor suddenly came from the bow of the ship, accompanied by a cacophony that almost made people suspect that the ship was going to disintegrate in the impact, and then the mast began to shake violently, and the spirit sails erupted in a strong flash of light, and the flames flowing on the deck suddenly burst out of thin air!

Duncan reacted instantly to this sudden invisible impact, pressed it on the sailing table in front of him, first stabilized the state of the entire ship with the spirit flame, and at the same time quickly shouted: "Hurry up and tie it again!" ”

Alice's reaction this time was faster than ever: "Hey!! ”

"Wait!" Before Rune could shout, he was tied to Alice again - the Pope, who was in terrible form, was no match for a living puppet on the Lost Land.

At about the same moment, the corner of Duncan's eye swept out of the window, sweeping over the dark nothingness around Sirantis.

Spectral flames erupted from around the Lost Place, as if they had "smelled" something, and were frantically spreading towards the darkness.

And in the cascading light and shadow that the spiritual fire burned, he saw ...... A shadow bigger than Silandis!

(End of chapter)