By the time Spider Röm had stopped even his last convulsions, Lane felt like his brain was about to crack.

This has become very rare recently, because his brain is becoming stronger and stronger with his body.

Once, Mentos passed a training plan, and he was about to lie on the ground for a long time because of a headache, and he didn't think it would happen.

But now, the knowledge of five new Space Marine's surgeries rushed into his mind at once, as if they had been specially calculated, just stuck at his current limit.

And the strange sense [Spiritual Vision] in the head was stimulated and stimulated by seeing novel scenes and profound secrets again.

Joy and pain were in his brain at the same time, and no one could carry it for him, not even Mentos.

Because the education law of the Federation of People prohibits the biological brain from interfering with the subject's physical body at the elementary school level.

Lan En just carried it.

The excitement of the genetic seed due to the confrontation with the gods began to subside, and the potion began to end earlier due to the rapid increase in metabolism.

All the support is disappearing.

Lan En only felt that the turbidity current greatsword in his hand, which had already begun to be mastered, had become extremely heavy at this time.

Eventually, he had to pestle the tip of his sword on the surface of the lake, while he sat on his knees, leaning against the great sword and propping it up in his arms.

His eyes were blurring, and in this blur, he vaguely saw a woman in a white wedding dress standing in the distance in front of him.

The woman was unusually tall, and her complexion was as white as dust, and she looked like a Sumeru.

Her wedding dress was white and flawless, almost blending in with the whiteness of the space.

Only the lower abdomen, as if it had been miscarried. The blood stained the wedding dress and flowed down, red and piercing the eyes.

She was facing Lan En to her side, looking up at the sky in front of her.

Ryan followed her gaze in a daze, tilting his head effortlessly to the side.

It was a Blood Moon.

A frighteningly large round, like a red moon that makes the whole moon fall!

No, not 'like'.

It's really falling!

——

"Breathe!"

When he opened his eyes suddenly, the pupil in his eyeball suddenly contracted into a thin slit, and it took a few breaths before it spread back to normal.

Lan felt that his head was much better, so he propped himself up on the ground and lifted his face from the stone floor.

Here is the terrace on Lake Byron Weiss.

It's as if he's never jumped now.

The turbidity current sword lay beside him, and the dark and heavy body seemed to have become deeper because he had killed a superior person.

But after shaking his head, Lan En felt that it was just an illusion of his own.

Holding the hilt of the sword and holding the whole big sword up, Lan Encai's tone was a little weak, and he didn't turn his head to speak behind him.

"Is that a dream or is it?"

If it was a dream, most of his body would not be able to explain the blood of the ancient gods that had been splattered on his body because of the furious new moves.

But if it weren't for the dream, he would have jumped down just now.

"It's just a dream, it's just a dream."

In the rocking chair, the old man replied slowly.

The moon in the sky was red as if it was dripping blood, but the old man, whose eyes were covered by a metal blindfold, still swayed in the rocking chair without the slightest change.

Henrik fell asleep at his feet.

"In Yanan, the old gods' longing for the Son of God has become a nightmare. It was a great nightmare that pulled the whole mountain range in, and in the dreams of the ancient gods who longed for the Son of God, the 'truth and falsehood' of mortals was meaningless, young man. Because."

"They are shallow and narrow-minded." *2

The voices of the old man and the young man overlapped at this moment, and they gently said in unison a part of the ancient proverbs of Byron Weis.

If there is no high enough [vision], then the dream of the ancient gods is a very real world for mortals.

"So, even if I kill your student in my dream, the spider that webs time. Is time starting to flow again? ”

Lan En recovered quickly, and he was now standing up straight, looking up at the ominously large red moon.

He always felt that this moon was more than before. Vicious.

Are you really doing the right thing?

"No worries, no worries. For things to be resolved, you can't keep going around at the beginning when hope arises. You have to go forward, good or bad, you have to go forward."

The old man said open-mindedly.

"If it weren't for my boasting." Lan En turned to face the old man, and put the Turbidity Sword back into the alchemy leather bag on his waist. "By 'hope' do you mean me? But it doesn't make sense at all, I'm a passerby, a foreigner, and even the time to leave is almost up. ”

Beneath the collar, the Roaring Bear's Head emblem had begun to tremble slightly, a sign that Chaos Energy had returned to the world.

But Master William still seemed to be indifferent to anything, dangling in the rocking chair.

"It's okay, it's okay, there's enough time, even if you're going to be away for a while, we'll still have enough time."

"The ritual of the flesh of the Son of God needs to be prepared, and the plan of the old gods needs to be executed. Now Yanan, the followers of the various ancient gods should have started to act separately, and no one will let this rare night end until they finish strangling each other. ”

"They don't have Roma and they can't make time come back again and again. But they all have their own way, and the night will continue like this. Until the birth of the Son of God, no one can escape. ”

Master William said this, but Lan En was still uneasy.

"But those ordinary people, those ordinary people who don't serve any of the ancient gods, can they survive? I'm leaving, and I don't even know if I'll ever come back. ”

He had already met a few people who could be called friends with Yanan, and he had helped those friends through difficult times.

Not to mention whether the Celestial Sphere Convergence Rift can bring him to this world again in the future, even if he can, he doesn't want to see a grave engraved with the name of an acquaintance when he comes again.

"Time is a wonderful concept, especially in dreams, young man."

Master William said lightly.

"You have to leave after all, no one can stop a person who is bent on leaving, I don't think your friends in Yanan want to stop you, on the contrary, they want you to get out quickly."

"And since you're always leaving, why don't you put your mind at ease and leave the follow-up to time to see?"

"The night is getting darker, kid. That's exactly what you're doing. ”

"Leave without hesitation, and then find the right time to come back under the guidance of [Vision]. Go and raise your horizons, kid. Nights and nightmares are too long, and the only thing that can end them all is a high enough vision. ”

The old man stopped talking, and after saluting him, Lane picked up the sleeping Henrik on the ground and left.

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