"Li Liang, Li Liang, wake up..."
Half asleep and half awake, Li Liang heard someone calling his name, and the voice seemed familiar.
Soon someone touched his forehead again.
Another voice said: "You have a fever, go and find out if there is any medicine."
After a while of rummaging, someone muttered: "Where can I find the medicine?"
At this time, a string of strange gibbering words sounded in a horrified tone.
"What did you say?" the first voice asked, "Old Yang, what is he talking about?"
"Tata said... Li Liang's consciousness was contaminated by the aura of the cunning god, and he was trapped in an illusion... What book? How was it written?"
For a moment, someone whispered not far away:
"...I have to mention another mysterious realm, the Chamom Realm.
When introducing the ancient gods, I mentioned the Land of Fallen Gods. Among the sixteen confirmed places of fallen gods, the World of Shawu is the most mysterious and dangerous one. The black mist that never dissipates, A quiet and ethereal no-man's land.
The only creature that entered it and escaped alive was the great explorer of Makosik City and the hero of the yordles... Teemo. "
"Timo," Li Liang muttered the name, then suddenly opened his eyes and saw the low cabin roof and the complex and intertwined equipment pipelines.
The next second, Leah's white and stiff face appeared in view.
"Oh, distinguished Li Liang, you are awake."
Four more faces came over.
"Are you okay, brother?" Lao Yang asked with concern.
Li Liang slowly sat up and looked around.
Here is...an armored vehicle.
The people who escaped from the Gate of Spiritual Reason were all there, including Leah, Lao Yang, Wang Chao, Silly Big Man, Thunder Dog, and... the black tour guide of Ta Star, Tata, who was hiding in the corner and shivering.
what happened?
King's Nest, you stupid guy, the Thunder Dog is obviously dead...
"I..." As soon as he uttered a word, Li Liang found that his voice was hoarse and not human.
"We are safe for now," Wang Chao glanced at the cockpit.
Lao Yang shook his head: "It's not safe. There is definitely something wrong with the black mist outside. We can't fly in anymore and we have to turn around immediately."
"If we go out, we will die. The Netherworld must still be waiting for us outside the black fog," the stupid man squatted aside and yelled with a grimace.
"I agree to turn around," Thunder Dog grabbed Tata, "Didn't you hear what the consultant said? This black mist is called the Mist Realm, and those ghosts didn't chase after them because they sensed danger."
Wang Chao said coldly: "This car won't last long, it will die if it goes out."
The four people were divided into two camps, and there was a huge quarrel.
Li Liang silently walked to the porthole and looked out. The window was dark, as if it was raining. Occasionally, silent lightning flashed, outlining the streaks of rain on the glass.
In Ling's field of vision, endless spiritual tides were raging in chaos, like a passing storm.
Everything around him was obviously an illusion at this moment, but he couldn't think of how he was "trickled". It was like a dream without beginning and end. The memory before entering the dream became very vague. Trying to recall, he could only remember Some bits and pieces.
At this time, the quarrel behind them suddenly disappeared.
Li Liang looked back and saw that Lao Yang, Wang Chao, Silly Big Guy, Thunder Dog, Lia, and Tata were all gone, and there was a dead silence in the small cabin.
Sudden.
The porthole glass flashed, as if a beam of light swept across.
There's something in the fog!
He immediately climbed up the gangway, pushed open the roof hatch, and stuck his head out.
In an instant, he saw countless "eyes" lighting up in the dark fog, each one emitting a dazzling light, and getting closer and closer, and then a huge ax blade-shaped thing broke through the thick fog.
Li Liang was stunned for a moment.
It turned out to be a "Shifting Star" class cross-domain battleship made by the Tifami people, and the "eyes" were the searchlights on both sides of the battleship.
Battleships emerged from the thick fog one after another, surrounded by densely packed assault ships, transport ships, and special service ships. The beams of countless searchlights stirred the fog, layer upon layer, hazy.
At a glance, it seemed that all the spaceships owned by mankind were gathered here, but they did not make a sound, like a ghost slowly emerging from the black mist.
At this moment, Li Liang was completely unable to tell whether the scene in front of him was an illusion or reality.
As the armored car slammed head-on into the battleship, he heard a familiar voice calling his name again.
"Li Liang, Li Liang?"
When he came back to his senses, he found himself in the command cabin of the special service ship. There was a light curtain in front of him, showing the dark fog outside the ship. Cain on the side was holding his arm with a worried look on his face. Not far away, Teemo Already pulled out the piccolo.
The experience just now was like a fleeting dream that quickly became a blur.
"I'm fine," Li Liang waved his hand calmly.
Teemo hesitated for a moment, put the piccolo back into his backpack, and whispered:
"When my team members and I entered the world of brake fog from the 'Sunny Tunnel', it started smoothly. But once we passed through the 'regret' fog, many people's minds were eroded by the aura of the cunning god, and they would suddenly become distracted. Like...what you looked like just now."
"What does it feel like to be corroded?" Cain asked.
"Anger, hatred, your most trusted companion turned into your most hated enemy at that moment, you just want to tear them apart..." Recalling that desperate experience, Teemo's voice still trembled.
The three of them looked at the light curtain, and the surging black mist seemed to swallow all life.
However, the rest of the journey was uneventful.
Two hours later, the special service ship broke through the black fog, flew over the calm sea, and landed on the shoal of the mysterious island.
The moment he stepped onto the beach, Teemo was at a loss and even a little disappointed.
"Is this the secret of the Chawu Realm?"
Also confused was Li Liang.
The simple shack he built by himself is still there, with the words "Li Liang is here for a visit" engraved on the door, and the bonfire in front of the door seems to have just been extinguished. However, in Ling's vision, the island seems to have lost its "infinite cycle" It has magical properties and is just an ordinary island.
really.
In just half an hour, the three of them walked through the entire jungle and arrived at the other side of the island, a beach he had never set foot on before.
Looking at the sea, the space wrapped in black mist is still vast, but it is no longer boundless.
Teemo sat down on the spot, grabbed a handful of sand, and watched the sand flow from his fingers, as if paying homage to his dead companions.
At this moment, Li Liang suddenly remembered the "dream" in the black mist and turned back towards the jungle.
"Let's go pick up General Bobby."
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When Li Liang returned to the island with his fleet, night had fallen.
He rekindled the bonfire in front of the shack, looked at the swaying flames and asked, "General Bobby, how long will it take to build the teleportation gate?"
Before setting off from Qishan City, Bobby revealed the true purpose of his trip.
Harlan Potter's reputation has been growing recently, and the Federation has suffered successive setbacks in the war with the Zerus Zerg. Not long ago, Prince Angsa made a mistake in his decision-making, the alliance was defeated, and he also provoked the Lord of the Void. A series of events led to the Yodel Federation's The top management is extremely uneasy, believing that a war affecting all carbon-based civilizations has emerged.
Once the war starts, the spiritual gate cannot protect the spiritual world. The Yodel civilization needs an absolutely safe area to evacuate urgently in the worst case to ensure the survival of the civilization as much as possible.
They had several alternatives, but the Shamu Realm was the best choice.
Li Liang was still hesitant at first. After all, the Shawu Realm was the "backyard" of mankind, but the "dream" in the black mist was obviously an omen, forcing him to consider cooperating with the Yodels.
"It will take at least three years to build three stable and solid teleportation gates in human time," Bobby said with a serious expression. "All costs during the construction period will be borne by the Yodel Federation, including the teleportation gates for human transfer. In addition, We will pay spiritual cores to humans at a fixed period until the hidden danger of war is completely eliminated.”
