"What now? Are we going to kill him? ”

Yuri, who had both arms broken, was pressed to the ground by Henrik's neck with his knees, and the old hunter looked up and asked Lann.

The spell-casting props on his body, two slug-like soft creatures, were found by the old hunter, and by the way, he was packed with mercury bullets and blood collection bottles.

Seeing this, the witcher also half-crouched on the ground, and reached out to break the face of the members of the choir who were still struggling in vain.

Carefully check whether he has any symptoms of bestiality.

But the result is still the same: the person looks completely normal from the outside.

"Can you communicate with me, Yuri?"

Lann asked softly. But the other party had no intention of responding at all, and the struggle was even greater, and even the broken bone stubble in the wrist had pierced the skin and exposed the body due to dislocation, and he still had no intention of stopping.

Lan En looked at the other party's frantic eyes and sighed.

With a "click", Rann twisted his face directly behind him.

Henrik stood up with the corpse in disbelief.

"Have you ever heard of something he said about 'the brilliance of the universe' just now?"

Lane also stood up and questioned Henrik.

He didn't expect the old hunter to answer him, after all, the environment here seemed to be only about the eighteenth or nineteenth century, and the word 'universe' had no specific and reasonable explanation, more of a religious and legendary explanation.

But the old hunter who had lived in Yanan all his life surprised Lan En.

"The universe, something that the choir often says. They believe that beyond the sky in which we live, there is something called the 'universe'. The action of raising the hands just now is the [Distant Call] spell casting preparation action. ”

"It was an attempt by the Choir to communicate with the astral planes far away, but unfortunately they fell short. But in the process of failed communication, there was an explosion of stars, so they turned a communication spell into an attack spell, which can also be said to be 'failure is the mother of success'. ”

The corners of Lan's mouth twitched a little as he listened.

Nineteenth-century astral communications, huh?!

Listen to what it means. Co-author Ancient Gods appear not only in the dungeon labyrinth, but also in the universe?!

Of course, Lan En knew what the 'universe' was, but now that he learned about the situation in this world, he didn't want to connect the 'cosmology' he had learned with this world at all.

Maybe the universe of this world is a boundless dark sea inhabited by all kinds of ancient gods?

It should be said that . Has the Far Call developed thanks to the Choir failed?

"Yanan is really full of disasters and difficulties."

Lan En complained expressionlessly.

Although Henrik did not know why the young man said this, he still echoed with deep sympathy: "Who said it wasn't. ”

The whole building is not big, and it only takes five minutes for the two of them to run up and down.

Eventually, they got a key on a table covered with books and instruments, and together they walked to the last door that hadn't been opened.

"Open it, if Master William is still alive, then there is only this."

The old hunter said with a little disappointment at this time, he no longer believed that Master William would survive.

Lane opened the door.

Then Master William, who had already thought to be dead, appeared in front of the two.

Behind the door is a terrace that extends forward to the lake, without a guardrail.

And on the edge of the terrace, an old man in elaborate and gorgeous clothes was lying on a rocking chair, holding a scepter in his hand.

He looked weak and stiff, and even had strange fungi growing on the skin of his pale and old neck.

Henrik was stunned for a moment, and then tentatively walked to the rocking chair and bowed.

"Master Wei, Master William?! Are you still alive?! ”

Henrik's surprise was palpable.

After all, the situation tonight has been so bad that an old man who can't even get up from a chair can still be alive, which is really amazing.

Henrik was comfortable walking over to say hello, but Lane was not.

When he approached the old man, the strange senses in his mind seemed to be stimulated by the greatest stimulation in his life!

The stimulus even distorted his vision violently.

The witcher rubbed his eyes violently unconsciously, and the illusionary scene overlapped with the reality in front of him.

In his eyes, Master William not only had fungus growing on his neck, but even under his rocking chair, there was a large puddle of fungus that had spread!

And on that carpet, some ghost-like deformed little people were swaying. A few of the bold ones even made eye contact with him.

It wasn't until Henry pulled his arm that he shook his head violently and came to his senses.

His eyes widened as he looked at the old man who seemed to be dangling in the rocking chair without saying a word.

"Oh, your [Vision] grows fast, Outlander."

Suddenly, the old man, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

The sound was exactly the same as it had been heard from the visions of Lawrence's skull.

He had a pair of metallic blindfolds on his face, which were not transparent at all, but Lan still felt like he was looking at him. And look deep.

"Why?" Lane let go of the hand that was holding his forehead, and by the way pulled his arm out of Henrik's hand. Just for a moment, he actually sweated!

The old hunter didn't seem to hear Master William's words at all, nor could he see his lips moving. So I could only look strangely at the young man talking to the old man.

"Why do I just see your servants, and you?"

"This is the proof of the success of the [Vision] theory, Outlander."

It didn't seem to take Lan to finish his words at all, and Master William began to explain on his own.

"When the human being's [vision] is raised, then it will naturally move towards the realm of the gods. Your Vision, when it saw me, was already inspired. That's right, just by seeing. ”

The old man's voice was soft and gentle, like an old grandfather lulling a child to sleep.

Lawrence believes that if you don't even turn on the evolution of blood, you can bury your head in the pursuit of the improvement of your vision, which is as unrealistic as 'no first floor in the building, only the second floor'. But ah, young man, the old gods are anti-intuitive creatures. If you want to become a god-like being, you have to use counter-intuitive methods. That's right."

"We have to go straight to the 'second layer', which is the improvement of the vision. Otherwise, the ruthless evolution of one's own blood will only be the degradation of human beings. ”

Master William's tone never changed, even on the day he was betrayed by Lawrence.

This unwavering emotion even made Lan En suspicious—

Should he be called. He?

"I'm here to hear that Byron Weiss was the first institution to start the study of the Old Gods, and I hope to clear my doubts from here."

Lan En didn't lose sight of his goal.

"Ah, yes, yes. Knowledge of the Ancient Gods"

The rocking chair swayed gently, and Master William's words were like a light dream.

"If you want to break the cycle of time, all you need to do is enter the lake from there and kill the gods inside, Outlander."

The witcher's cat's eyes widened suddenly!

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