"Bloodstain: Asylum!"

Samwell blurted out the incantation, immediately noticing that the light around him had suddenly dimmed.

There were countless faint echoes in the air, and it was clear that he spoke Valyrian, but when he heard it, it was something else—

A language he had never heard before.

Samwell only felt an inexplicable energy envelop his body, as if he was wearing an invisible set of armor.

Curiously, he pulled out the giant sword [Dawn], wanting to test the protective ability of this invisible armor, but he didn't expect that it couldn't stop the blade from touching his skin.

Samwell thought that [Dawn] was special, so he took out an ordinary dagger that he carried with him and stabbed it into his palm.

Feeling the sharp blade sting his skin, Samwell frowned.

It seems that the energy shield triggered by this spell has no protection against physical damage.

Is it for spiritual harm?

Samwell couldn't get an answer, so he had to give up for now.

He looked at the books that had turned into dust on the ground and sighed to himself.

The book is probably about Valyrian sorcery that has long been lost, but unfortunately, he was bent on devouring the attributes, destroying some kind of protection, and completely destroying the book.

Otherwise, he should have been able to find an explanation of this witchcraft in the book, and perhaps learn more about Valyrian witchcraft.

Samwell searched the temple again, and when he found nothing else, he went out of the gate.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the sky outside seems to be darker than before.

And the surrounding buildings ...... It seems to be different from before.

Samwell remembers that the original steps, though also made of black masonry, were not as dark as they are now.

It's so dark that it seems to absorb all the light, which makes people feel unpleasant, even dizzy, and want to vomit.

Samwell frowned and looked away as he strode away.

"Cleopatra?" Samwell found that the white dragon was not staying where he was, so he shouted loudly several times.

Unfortunately, there was no response.

Samwell was uneasy and strode forward.

The fog seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and being in it was like reaching the dark night when you couldn't see your fingers.

Fortunately, there are dim lights on both sides of the street every ten steps or so—

Samwell had never seen a light before.

What's more, this is the ruins of the capital of the Guggis Empire, which was destroyed thousands of years ago, how can there still be lights?

After walking for a while, Samwell suddenly stopped.

He looked down at his hands and felt that the inexplicable protective energy had disappeared.

It seems that the spell has a time limit, about half an hour.

When you look up, the road ahead is shrouded in black fog, and only the faint light supported by the dim lights on both sides stretches to the end of the line of sight.

Samwell moved on.

Smack...... Smack......

Although he slowed his steps, even the lightest footsteps on this empty and uninhabited road were particularly harsh.

Suddenly, Samwell stopped again.

It was as if he heard a thin hissing coming from ahead, like a cold wind.

Samwell thought it was his white dragon and was about to shout.

But when the words came to his lips, he sensed an inexplicable crisis.

After a moment's hesitation, he closed his mouth, quickly found a dilapidated building, and hid inside.

Hiss –

The voice grew closer and clearer.

Samwell crouched behind the rubble, cautiously looking into the middle of the street.

After a dozen breaths, he saw a huge black figure hundreds of feet high, slowly cruising through the street.

Because of the black fog, Samwell couldn't see it really, but he also knew that it could never be his own white dragon.

In terms of size, it resembles a snake, an incomparably huge snake.

The gravel paved on the street rubbed against its scales, making a hissing sound full of weirdness.

Samwell held his breath for fear of attracting the monster's attention.

The other party gave him a much stronger sense of oppression than that harpy.

Could this be one of the true awakened gods of Giscali?

Or is it an illusion?

After all, he had experienced a fantasy just now, and before in Astapor, the green water also made Samwell fall into a fantasy.

But this oppressive force in front of me is like a real force, and it really doesn't seem like an illusion.

If it does, then this ruin is too dangerous.

Samwell suddenly retreated.

After a while, the monster was finally gone.

Samwell got up slowly, and was about to continue looking for Cleopatra, when he suddenly heard a man's voice:

"Don't go any further! It's the territory of snakes and lizards! ”

Samwell then noticed that there was another person hiding here.

As for the snake lizard in this person's mouth, does it mean the monster that passed by just now?

But Samwell had the impression that the snake lizard was a reptile similar to a lizard, and there was also a snake lizard islands near the continent of Sothros, which were full of such ugly and ferocious animals.

But it's impossible for a snake lizard to be that huge.

"What are you doing there? Let's go! When the man saw that Samwell was not moving, he turned back and beckoned.

Samwell noticed that the other man was speaking a language he had never heard before.

But he could understand it, and he would even say:

"Where are we going?"

The place was strange, and he was going to see if he could get something out of the man's mouth.

"Back to the shelter, of course." The man gave Samwell a strange look, as if he thought he was stupid with the question, "It's getting dark, if you don't leave, you'll just wait to become monster." ”

It's getting dark? Samwell looked up at the dark sky in surprise, not knowing how the man had made his judgment.

At least in his opinion, what is in front of him clearly cannot be called "daytime".

Or is it darker at night?

After a moment's hesitation, Samwell followed, but cautiously kept a safe distance.

The man didn't say anything more, and led Samwell through the rubble quickly, and it wasn't long before he came to a high wall.

It was still the same black masonry wall, black as if it could absorb all the light.

Samwell saw the man knock at the base of the black wall.

A deep voice rang out from within the wall, and the man responded.

Then I saw a door crack open at the base of the wall.

"Come in, Athore! What's going on with you today? The man saw that Samwell was still outside stunned, so he opened his mouth to urge.

Yasor?

Samwell's face changed slightly when he heard the other man call him by name.

With a few thoughts in his mind, Samwell went up and went through the gates.

There were four or five guards standing inside the door, all of whom seemed to know Samwell, and were not at all surprised by his presence.

Samwell swallowed the doubts in his heart and walked into the city.

It was also shrouded in a thick fog, and only a few steps could be seen in the darkness.

Fortunately, there are dim lights on the side of the road every few steps, illuminating the street.

Pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, looking depressed.

Maybe living in such a dark place, anyone can become like this.

"Alright, I'm home." The man said a brief goodbye to Samwell and waved away.

Leaving Samwell dumbfounded—

He didn't know where he was going.

"Atholl!" At this moment, a crisp voice sounded in front of me.

Samwell followed the lookout, and then narrowed his eyes.

Because, he suddenly saw the silver-haired and purple-eyed Valyrian woman in the previous vision.

No, not the same person.

Just looks alike.

She trotted a few steps to Samwell, looked at the silent man, and said in surprise:

"What? Don't even know your wife? ”

Samwell's heart moved, and he smiled:

"How could I have forgotten you. My wife, my love. ”

He stepped forward, reached out and ruffled the woman's hair, caressing her neck.

It seems to be full of tenderness, but in fact, Samwell is ready to pinch her neck at any time.

"And who am I?" The woman asked with a smile.

"You're—" Samwell laughed, "Nissa Nissa." ”

(End of chapter)