As he said, Bellos von Sharp hadn't dreamed for many years. The last time I dreamed was when the last church in Terra was destroyed. That night, he had a good dream, dreaming of what Terra had been a long time ago.

At that time, war had not yet come. Mountains, grasslands, waterfalls, oceans. Even the sky is a clear blue. When he woke up the next day, Bellos was convinced that the dream was not a coincidence.

He'd never seen any of them, and the Terra he knew so well didn't have anything to do with them.

The sky was gray in Terra, as he knew it, and occasionally turned completely black. The ocean does not exist at all, and some small lakes are also sour and poisonous. If you don't use a filter to sterilize, you can't drink it at all.

Mountains and grasslands only exist in legends, at least everywhere they walk is bare, and artillery or something more terrible than artillery destroys everything.

And it is impossible for a person to dream about things that he has not seen.

Many years later, Bellos confirmed the suspicion that the dream was indeed not a coincidence, but someone deliberately did it.

He loved the dream and kept it in a corner of his memory. And now, he's going to have his second dream – will it be a nightmare? Or maybe it's a good dream?

The narrator, of course, has no answer to this.

"Stay calm, Mr. Bellos," Magnus's voice came, and it didn't sound like he was standing across from him, but from an extremely distant place, ethereal.

Bellos remained calm as he had said, and after a few seconds, a floating sensation came over him that shouldn't be in normal human perception.

The time it takes to 'perceive' is stretched, and Bellos can clearly see that his mastery of time is becoming chaotic. At the same time, all the voices from the outside world disappeared, and only Magnus's voice still rang in his ears.

But the voice also had a floating feeling, extremely unreal, as if he had arrived in a world made of bubbles.

"Very well, you are very talented, Mr. Bellos. Didn't the think tanks of the Eighth Legion actually think to train you? ”

It is against the law to train psionics without permission. Bellos thought.

"Oh, the law—" Magnus laughed, his laughter sounding distant and noisy. "—It's nothing, if you have talent, you should make good use of it. Besides, who can use the law to restrain the Nightblades? ”

Let's hurry up and get down to business, Lord Magnus. Bellos thought.

He was determined to skip the conversation, and he didn't want to continue talking to Magnus about the Eighth Legion. The latter's attitude made him a little uncomfortable, not to mention, it was not a good place to chat.

Maybe he'd be happy to interview the wizarding king in a different place. But not here.

Absolutely not.

"We're already getting down to business." Magnus replied.

In the next second, with a sharp explosion like shattering glass, a bright light appeared in Bellos's pitch-black eyes again. There was a pain in his mind, and this was not a human being.

There are no words to describe the impact it had on Bellos, and in a trance, the narrator almost thought he was being chopped alive - but it didn't last long, and the light soon became the real thing.

It is like a gorgeous ocean of undulating waves, bottomless, occasionally clear, but most of the time it flows with infinite light. Bellos looked at all this in front of him and briefly lost his ability to speak.

Magnus's voice rang in his ears with an inexplicable pride that came out of nowhere.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" The Crimson King asked softly.

Bellos turned his head—the moment the concept was born, he saw Magnus's face.

One-eyed, red-skinned, he doesn't look any different from him in the real world. But if you look closely, you will see that his body is not composed of flesh and blood, but a bright fluorescent light.

"Welcome to the Vast Ocean, Mr. Bellos." Magnus smiled and nodded at him, graciously raising his right hand.

"Next, you'll acquire a talent that only a few people can have. I should have explained to you how lucky you were and how this acquired door came to be, but we don't have time now. So, follow me. ”

Fortunate? No, how am I going to keep up with you?

Berlos forced himself to ignore the arrogance of Magnus's words and asked. It was hard to resist the ridicule, especially someone like him who had been with the Eighth Legion for a long time.

"Yes, that's enough." Magnus said with his back to him.

He didn't seem to be aware of Bellos' true emotions, the bits of light that made up his body were wafting. The stars are swaying, and the vast ocean not far away is still undulating, but it is calm.

Bellos stood still, his brows furrowed, and he felt a sudden pang of dissonance.

Instead of following Magnus, he stood still and observed the ocean. The Crimson King, who was supposed to walk not far away, walked behind him in the next second, extremely contrary to common sense, but it seemed to him to be normal.

"Yes." With emotion, Magnus shook his head and spoke slowly.

"It's really spacious, and no matter how many times you see it, it's refreshing. But the vast ocean is still dangerous for you, and there are many mortal psionics who will lose consciousness while wandering into it. You can look at it now because I'm standing beside you. Let's do it, Mr. Bellos, we still have work to do. ”

But here.

"What?"

But something is wrong here. Bellos looked up at Magnus. Can't you see? There's something at the bottom of the sea, Lord Magnus, and it's watching us.

Magnus shook his head with a smile, a little stiffness in his smile, "Don't be stupid, Mr. Bellos. This time, I personally stepped into the vast ocean with you, come, come with me. ”

Without saying a word, he reached out to grab Belloth's form—the Crimson King was determined, and he spent a great deal of psionic energy to ensure that Belloth's sanity was safe.

The previous one hundred and thirty-one experiments might not have doubled as much psionic energy as he had used this time, and he was ready for it, so he would never allow any possibility of failure.

Bellos von Sharp had the opportunity to visit the vast ocean again, but not now.

"Nope." Bellos said in a confused and trance-like manner. "I see something, no, it's like wait, is that you?"

"You don't have a choice, come with me, Bellos von Sharp!" Magnus snapped, and began to regret how he had hired an idiot to volunteer.

His power positioned the narrator in an instant, but alas, he was still a step too late. The power of the Crimson King passed by the narrator, who stepped into the deepest part of the ocean in his presence.

Those waves were furious and choppy, a sight he was familiar with, but he could withstand it, and that didn't mean that Bellos, a mortal, could bear it.

Magnus immediately rushed over with a roar, the power of the psionic energy stirred by determination, and the incantation was uttered by him in the simplest way possible, and he had to catch the narrator at once.

However, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he used his power to penetrate into the vastness of the ocean, he could never find the soul of Bellos von Sharp again.

The narrator seems to have faded away.

Magnus clenched his fists in unbearably and recited another incantation. His mind split off and began to roam the vast ocean, countless magnificent sights flashed by him, but none of them were the place he was looking for.

The idea of searching has had a huge impact on this illusory world of pure concepts, no matter what, not to mention that it is the mind of Magnus, the Crimson King.

Seconds later, his mind caught a glimpse of a burning hell, towering white peaks, crumbling ruins, and five gnarled pillars of stone. He wanted to go deeper, but that thought disappeared completely in the next instant, and there was no possibility of being aroused.

At this moment, Magnus froze helplessly as if he had been struck by lightning. His mind went blank and he couldn't find any solution to it.

What to do? What to do?

With the confusion of thoughts, the power belonging to the original body began to churn. In the midst of the clouds, Magnus heard a voice, friendly and welcoming: "It's simple, friend, I have a way." ”

——

In the amphitheater, Bellos von Sharp's body fell limply to the ground. Magnus was still standing next to the instrument, his hands pressed against the glowing gem.

The argument rang out again, and this time, Azek Ahriman could no longer afford to refute it—he looked at the scene with a pale face, knowing in his heart that the tide was over, and that the original plan's plan had failed.

But is this the end? Far from it.

With an icy aura rising from behind him, Ahriman heard a voice that seemed to be a laugh.

"Let's go, Chiko." The voice said softly and gently. "I've got something to do, you're in the way."

Trembling unconsciously, Azek Ahriman slowly turned his head and saw Conrad Coetzes with a sharp blade in his hand.

"Your Excellency."

"Shh The smile on Koz's face completely faded, leaving only the purest calm and coldness.

He stopped Ahriman's words with contempt, but Chiko couldn't even raise the slightest thought of resisting. He could clearly perceive the cold, pure fury of the Lord of the Blades, without any impurities.

And because of this, he must not just let go of the figure and the man who fell was the narrator of the Eighth Legion, he knew it. And he also knows why the Lord of the Blades and his blades are famous in the Empire.

"I plead with you." Ahriman spoke again, this time, again without getting a chance to finish.

With a heavy thud, his breastplate shattered, and the whole person flew upside down in an instant, smashing heavily on Magnus and his instrument. Fragments flew and the Crimson King let out a scream, aking from his meditation.

He saw the collapsed instrument, the unconscious narrator, the unknown heir—and he turned his head.

Conrad Coetze——! Do you know what you've done?! ”

"Hmm" Koz smiled and shook his head. "You might as well ask yourself first."

The knife flashed, and the crisp sound came again. People exclaimed to find that there was one more person in the stadium at some point. He was dressed in gold armor and was taller than the original genetive.

Magnus fell to his knees at his feet, looking at him with a pale face, as if he already knew something.

"You're finally reluctant." The Lord of the Night said with a slight mockery.

"We'll talk about that later." The Emperor responded, then raised his hands and declared the meeting closed.

and the end of Magnus.

There is one more chapter.

(End of chapter)