Raleye City, above the old royal court!
This majestic royal court, like a giant's residence, seems to have existed for millions of years.
Inside the hall, a huge bonfire is burning hot, and the endless gray-white sea water is gently rippling. The surrounding shining light spots are far or near, like eyes hidden in the Milky Way.
Weinerson just leaned on the bronze throne, motionless, as if he were ancient.
"Dear Master, you are awake."
"Grot, how long have I slept?" Weinerson blinked his dark eyes slightly. This sleep made him extremely tired and he had many incredible dreams.
"There are three days in total. I dare not wake you from your rest. Please forgive me, great master."
"It's okay, please don't care so much."
I just didn't expect that I actually slept for three days. Counting the time of the Yantu Club meeting, it's today?
But when I think about Hornavich’s point hunting competition, it’s really special. It actually allows freshmen to hunt each other. No wonder the college points are so high. However, we hunted the Ollie Henry group, so we shouldn’t be at the bottom. After all, there is a group The existence of sequence 3.
Weinerson recalled the memory of teaming up with Carl, Lilith, and Ron for a hunting competition, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.
"By the way, Gorod, can you... know how to interpret dreams?"
"What an honor. Your humble servant dares to ask, what did the master dream about?" Grot's voice is still full of mechanical feeling and has a deep dog-licking attribute. Weinerson is already used to this kind of voice. Words.
"I can't tell you exactly. Anyway, I had a lot of incredible dreams. I vaguely remember a crimson starry sky, an annihilated city, a church filled with bones, and all kinds of monsters. Overall, it was a very wonderful dream. .”
"It's really strange. It sounds like a mythical creature form of some otherworldly creature."
"Mythical creature form, what is that?"
Weinerson seems to have never heard of this word in his memory.
"Great Master, the so-called mythical creature form is that when every priest, or every extraordinary creature, reaches the demigod status, it can evolve a new, high-dimensional, magical form. , humans give this form a name, called the mythical creature form.”
"In the beginning, the form of this mythical creature was not complete. It was lacking or incomplete. Once it was used, it was difficult to control. However, its power increased exponentially. This is different from out-of-control degeneration. One kind is evolution, and the other is degeneration. .”
"Listening to your description, Master, it is what the mythical creature looks like when it appears, surrounded by strange sights. It can be called a domain. Each mythical creature has its own domain, also called a domain."
Domain, mythical creature form, I didn’t expect that a high-ranking priest would have such a side. It should be considered a high-level secret intelligence, right? It just so happens that I can share it on Yantu.com in exchange for information I don’t know.
"One more thing. The great power awakened by a hundred ancient gold coins before, that tentacle, the tentacle hidden in my spiritual body, seems to be different?"
In fact, from the moment he first woke up, Weinerson noticed an abnormality in his body. It was not an uncoordinated feeling. On the contrary, there was something extra.
He controlled his heart and soul and took a closer look at himself. There was no change from the astral body to the etheric body. Only the illusory and transparent tentacle hidden in the spiritual body seemed to be larger, and on the surface it showed various signs. A variety of mysterious symbols, as well as ancient and complex knowledge.
He had a premonition that this tentacle would one day break through some kind of barrier or even descend, but he instinctively did not object to this, as if he was happy to witness the arrival of this day.
"Congratulations, master, this indicates that your power is returning and you are moving towards the highest position step by step."
Gorot seemed to have been ready to say this. At the same time, a blood-red mask with the Eye of the Sycamore appeared out of thin air in front of Weinerson.
"mask?"
"Great Master, this is the Eye of the Old One. I think it can help you better understand many things, including the great power that is about to be revived."
Eyes of the Past, Mr. Past, even their names are the same?
Weinerson waved his hand to summon the mask, which just covered his face. From the perspective of the mask, one figure after another appeared in the temple.
Some of them were wearing strange clothes, with oil paint on their faces, and their upper bodies were made of humans and their lower bodies were made of stars. There were female angels flying in the sky with a pair of large golden and red wings on their backs, holding flaming giant swords, and there were also female angels carrying flaming swords. Huge stone axes, giant octopuses that were as big as mountains, and behind them stood one after another bronze ancient soldiers, numbering in the thousands.
The empty palace hall that originally had only the coronation table suddenly became crowded, and what these figures have in common is that they use neat and uniform movements to lower their heads towards the bronze throne and towards themselves wearing the mask of the Eyes of the Old Days. ...
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Honavitch University, 3rd floor of the senior women's dormitory!
Lilith Moore was sleeping soundly when she was suddenly awakened by the rustling sounds outside. She opened the door in confusion and came out of the deserted corridor, where she saw a half-length bronze mirror.
The sound of waves crashing against the rocks was heard in my ears, and ripple-like patterns appeared in the mirror. An invisible force swept across, dyeing the mirror surface gray-white.
An inexplicable feeling of déjà vu emerged in her mind, Lilith walked over and looked in the mirror.
In the mirror, what is shown is this picture. On top of the bronze throne, there is an expressionless figure sitting. He is wearing a hooded robe with mysterious symbols and a gorgeous headdress. He is playing with a piece of paper in his hand. A different blasphemy card, it's Mr. "Old Days"!
Mr. "Old Day" raised his head, looked at himself, and uttered a vague ancient Hermes language:
"Miss Princess, wake up!"
Lilith was startled when she suddenly discovered that a thick tentacle extending straight from the sky to the earth stretched out from behind Mr. "Old Days"!
call!
She sat up suddenly, saw the crimson moonlight through the curtains, saw the familiar bookshelf and desk in the dormitory room, saw letters sent to her from home on the table, and realized that she was just dreaming.
Oh my God, I actually dreamed about Mr. "Old Days"!
The old man sitting on the bronze throne is still so powerful and unfathomable, like a god. No, the old man is a god, but what is that tentacle?
Lilith thought for a moment. For priests who have access to supernatural power, dreams always reveal something, especially dreams about gods.
So she thought about it carefully. As she thought about it, Lilith froze because she knew what she had overlooked today!
The party at the Road Club is tonight!
Regarding the dream, she attributed it to the approaching party, which was the gaze from Mr. "Old Days". After all, she was now a member of the Yantu Society.
