Ashes...... It is easily assimilated by the ashes......

The young nun's words made Vana stunned slightly, and for a brief moment, she felt that something in her mind seemed to loosen slightly, but just as she was about to ask something more, the nun in the black dress in front of her suddenly showed her a faint smile, and then turned into a piece of ash scattered in the wind in front of her.

"Ding...... Dingding ......"

The familiar sound of percussion came from nowhere, and then Vana felt another breath appear in the church, and she suddenly followed her perception, only to see a hazy black figure standing at the door of the church.

Then the shadow slowly approached her—with each step, the silhouette of the shadow became clearer, and she finally saw that it was an old priest with a slightly rickety back and an old church uniform.

The old priest, holding a not-so-bright lamp in his hand, his palms glowing with metal, seemed to have lost his arm in a battle many years ago and replaced it with a prosthetic leg powered by steam power, and he walked slowly towards Vanna, but his gaze never fell on the latter, those slightly sunken eyes seemed to be looking farther away.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly came up, and Fanna couldn't help but get up from the bench and greet the figure with a strange sense of familiarity: "Hello, may I ask ...... here?"

The old priest finally stopped, his gaze still looking somewhere behind Vanna, and said calmly, "You have entered the wrong branch of history, Inquisitor - find a way to get out of here before you become ashes here...... He couldn't tell the difference. ”

"He can't tell anymore? Who is He? Vanna asked subconsciously.

"The deity who records history...... the old priest whispered, and as the words sounded, his figure began to quickly turn into ashes scattered in the wind, leaving only vague sentences drifting into Vanna's ears, "...... Everything...... will all flow to the final chaos ......"

A wisp of slightly warm ash was blown by an invisible wind, sweeping past Vanna's fingertips, and the moment she touched the wisp of ashes, Vana suddenly felt a shock in her heart!

She still couldn't remember her past, she couldn't remember what it was, but she sensed the warning in her heart...... You can't continue to sink here, you have to find a way to get out!

The next second, she slammed towards the church door.

The door of the church was hidden, and she was pushed open by Vanna, and the endless night suddenly filled her field of vision—the day was over, the endless desert had ushered in the night, the heat had receded from the sea of sand, and the cold wind of the night began to rule over the forgotten yellow sand, and the wind blew chaotically from afar, rolling up the sand like a fine blade and whistling past, and the sand particles slapped against the surrounding ruins, and also slapped on Fanna's arms and cheeks, and there was a sharp stinging pain.

Vana looked at her arm in amazement, and saw that there was no blood coming out of her wound, but a fine ash like black smoke drifted out of it, as if it had been absorbed by the whole world.

She is being "absorbed" by the world.

At this moment, she instinctively thought of a plan to retreat to the church for the time being, but the next second, she remembered what the nameless nun and the old priest had said to her, and the alarm suddenly appeared.

Sinking in a shelter is far more dangerous than confronting these sandstorms – a place that wears down one's will and melts one's existence with greater efficiency.

Leave the city first...... These "relics" standing in the desert do not provide any protection in the wind and sand, on the contrary, their very existence is dangerous...... It's counterintuitive here, and maybe it's safer in the barren sand......

Countless thoughts flashed through Vanna's mind, but she did not hesitate to act, and after simply shielding the wind and sand with a tattered cloak, she took a step forward and strode towards the exit of the city she remembered.

The yellow sand around her squirmed, as if something was disturbed, or maybe the city was not allowed to "leave" from the beginning, and out of the corner of Vanna's eye, she suddenly saw something poking out of the sand, and in the next second, a hand grabbed her ankle tightly.

A human body made of sand emerged from the yellow sand and grabbed Vana like a soulless corpse, crawling on the ground, its ever-flowing and deformed face suddenly raised, and a series of indistinct roars and whining!

However, the arm formed by the condensed sand could not stop Vanna's footsteps at all, and she broke the barrier of the "sand man" with a sharp step, and then stomped on the ground again, accompanied by a loud bang, and the violent shock wave tore apart the body crawling on the ground, and also dispersed a large area of yellow sand around it.

In the dust and fog that flew away, Vana saw something exposed from under the yellow sand, it was a stone pillar that had been buried for an unknown number of years, and a line of text could be vaguely seen engraved on the stone pillar: "...... Wilhelm ...... Black Sun from ...... Come, we have failed......"

The stunned only lasted for a moment, but Vanna's actions did not hesitate at all, she forcibly pressed aside all the thoughts that suddenly flooded in her heart, and continued to run forward without hesitation.

The wind suddenly howled, and all sorts of sounds came through the air, and those vague and cascading noises seemed to be the cries of countless vendors, pedestrians, and chariots and horses.

In the ruins of the sand city at night, countless lively sounds surrounded Fanna, an invisible bustling city was awakening beside her, she could almost imagine the lively, prosperous, and vibrant scene beside her at this moment, imagining a city that was still alive in the night, and at the same time, out of the corner of her eye, she saw lights in the distance.

The ruins of the city are lit up with sporadic lights, and light sources floating out of thin air appear among the broken and crumbling ruins, which look like the lights of street lamps and shop windows on the street, and some of the lights float higher up, like the lights of thousands of homes sprinkled by residential buildings.

This scene, just like after the city has been destroyed or even completely forgotten, the lights that were once lit in this city still persistently remain in place, in the memory of history, and whenever night falls, they will still be lit in the place where they once shined......

The city outlined by the lights woke up in the night, and the lights shone on the broken bricks and fallen stone pillars covered in yellow sand, and many vague figures appeared in the lights, coming and going, making indistinct sounds.

Vanna slashed her sword through the phantoms, and no matter what illusions were around her, she ran forward with a clear purpose, without the slightest pause or hesitation.

But her body was still uncontrollably assimilated and devoured by the invisible ashes around her, her wounds were getting more and more, and even when there were no grains of sand scraping, her body seemed to be damaged by itself, and the black smoke and ashes continued to escape from her body, and each time she escaped, she heard the sounds around her more clearly, and saw the scene around her.

After a moment, she suddenly heard a clear conversation, and the voice was in her ear, and it even seemed to be talking to herself—

"Did you hear that? The Thirteen Isles of Visserland are gone...... News came from the north a few days ago...... That horrible ship opened a rift into subspace......"

Ignoring the sound in her ear, Vanna waved her arm, and the wind blew away the dust around her, and out of the dust was a broken leaflet that appeared out of thin air, swept by the wind and flew past her eyes, but the flyer had a familiar face printed on it.

It was a wanted poster, and Tirien Abnomar's face appeared on the flyer, and below the avatar was a staggeringly large number - countless zeros, not so much the amount of the bounty as a deliberate joke to show that "this man is infinitely dangerous".

There was another rhythmic music that suddenly came from the night, and a huge crowd seemed to emerge at the end of the distant alley, and Vanna heard someone shouting something over there, and she vaguely heard the voice—

“…… Frost has a new queen...... Her Majesty Ray Nora will be crowned today, and may we bask in the glory of the Queen, be blessed by her, and be faithful to her......"

Immediately afterward, all kinds of voices came, all kinds of relics appeared, and all kinds of information surrounded Vanna as if consciously-

On the other side of the road, it was the day of the coronation of the Frost Queen Ray Nora, and at the other intersection, on the day of the Frost Rebellion, on the side of the street below, people were discussing the wanted warrant for the former frost general Tirion, and on the high platform not far away, relics from the era of the Koldpolis were being displayed, and a great historian was speaking in the crowd, he was one of the main discoverers of the era of the Kold-State, but Vana did not know ......

And before her, a figure suddenly emerged from the wind and sand, a man in tattered clothes, unbalanced manners, and a trance-like look in his eyes—he stood there blankly with a crumpled scroll of paper and a pencil in his hands, as if terrified of his surroundings.

He kept bending around and saluting, as if to stop passers-by from asking about something, and he muttered, sometimes suddenly shouting as if he were crazy.

Vanna quickly walked past the figure, but suddenly stopped, and she heard the man in tattered clothes and holding a pen and paper asking passers-by about something: "Excuse me...... How many years is it here? Who knows how many years I'm now? ”

Vanna suddenly looked at the man who looked a little delirious, only to see that the latter also looked up at this side almost at the same time.

"Hello, my name is Puman," the crazy man waved his arms, and despite his unbalanced demeanor and dazed eyes, he maintained a proper manner, "I am dreaming again, and this time I can't find an exit...... How many years is this time? ”

Puemen...... The famous "mad poet" Puman?

Vanna was in a trance for a moment, and the next second, she saw the man who called himself "Puman" disappear into the wind and sand out of thin air.

Only the crumpled scroll of paper and pencil head he had clutched in his hand fell to the ground.

(End of chapter)