More memory fragments flooded Commodus like snowflakes. They came more violently and chaotically than Naira's memory. Many emotions fermented together and became as intense as boiling. Along with it, there was a surging aura.
Griffith's whole body trembled, and he intuitively felt that he was being stared at by an astonishing existence, which was so depressing and despairing, and also somewhat familiar.
The air seemed to be filled with incomprehensible danger. Griffith and Aaron were at a loss for a moment and could only continue to hold on.
Without any warning, a deep, hoarse, and harsh sound suddenly erupted in the darkness. It is deeply engraved in the memory of everyone present and will never be forgotten.
That sound could never originate from any human throat, because human vocal cords would never produce such an abnormal and distorted sound. Although these sounds were unmistakably coming from the cracks in the cliff above them, Griffith would rather say that they came from the endless abyss. It can't even be called a sound, because that terrifying, low tone exerts a profound influence on human consciousness and fear, and is far more complex and subtle than the simple vibrations heard by the ears; but human beings It has to be called a sound because it vaguely but irrefutably forms words with some meaning.
The sound was loud—almost as loud as the rumble of shifting ley lines and the thunder that echoed in the sky—yet no one could see what was making the sound.
A low, hoarse, creepy voice echoed in the sky. What kind of darkness is it that can bring people fear and shadow like despair? What kind of bottomless abyss is it that has such an unrivaled consciousness? Could it be a mysterious evil that has been lurking for a long time? Now, it is gathering strength, turning the loud noise into a coherent one, gradually turning into straightforward, complete and final madness.
“I was waiting for you, here you are.
“Your kingdom is falling apart.
“Come find me, you don’t know yet what burns deep in your soul.
"You know, this world is actually hopeless..."
What is this! Griffith wailed in his heart, but he was vaguely aware of the nature of the voice.
This is the "Lord" entrenched in the dark abyss, who once lived in a giant conch! He is the incarnation of the Lord of Dreams in the virtual world. He escaped from the prison of flesh and blood not long ago and actually came here.
He does not have a suitable body to walk in the world, and is always looking for a suitable container!
Now, He has chosen his target—the prince of Beyelan!
"No, I can not……"
Commodus fell to his knees, holding his head and groaning in pain. However, his will and body have been tortured in this underground dark world.
The dominant will laughed ferociously. He seemed to be taunting his prey, gradually using his methods.
Commodus' memory fragments revealed scenes that he could not have seen with his own eyes - assassins infiltrated the royal council, the king was injured, the Praetorian Guards hunted, provincial legions were ordered to enter Bayerland, the Senate promulgated a taxation and trade bill... …
Armed crowds occupied the barricades and raised banners against the king and the Senate...
These were recent events in Bayeran that Commodus could never have witnessed.
"Note that this is not Commodus's consciousness. There is some existence tempting him," Aaron said. "Commodus' power is the power of the Holy Light, but this abnormal aura is clearly the intervention of another god."
Immediately afterwards, Griffith saw the nobles fleeing, the citizen representatives being expelled, and countless people fighting with the legionnaires on the barricades.
civil war! The worst has happened!
"This is not an illusion," Aaron surveyed the emerging scenes with satisfaction. "The Beyelan Senate and the mortals from other provinces have broken down their talks. Well, in fact, they didn't have to talk from the beginning. According to the news I got, the injured The king finally sided with the Senate and issued martial law to expel the troublesome businessmen. Well, it was the right choice. There is still brain in his old head!"
Griffith was silent for a moment and asked: "Do you know who was behind the assassination of the king?"
"Is this important? Wizards and Extraordinaries are the real masters of this world and the explorers of the stars. It is their duty for mortals to make good offerings to them.
"Griffith, you and I are rivals and the same kind. You should be happy that those insects that cannot touch the mystery finally recognize themselves?"
Commodus held his head and used his last strength to refuse:
"No, no, I will not surrender to you. I am the prince of Beyelan, the future king, and I will not join forces with you."
The cold voice sounded again:
"Do you think this is the limit of darkness? The real threat has just emerged."
The illusion shifted, and the rebellious crowd actually dug up the tomb of the late king Hadrian.
"How could these people!" Commodus screamed.
"This is just the beginning," the master's will said, "See, the remains of the late king are sacrifices from the past, giving the Supreme a chance to resurrect!"
Griffith and Aaron were stunned. They saw the crowd digging up the royal tomb frantically passing the bones around, turning this madness into a declaration of their victory.
Countless people cut their wrists and swore an oath with the dripping blood: "The blood of believers will be the altar of this world to summon the overthrown king!"
Griffith's spirituality was touched, and he realized for a moment what he was witnessing. Aaron on the side gasped for air and collapsed to the ground with an ashen face.
"O blood and flesh of the enemy, conquered by force... Anas Tasios, the hermit of the spiritual world, the Lord of Darkness, returns to reality!
"He returns like an unstoppable dark cloud carrying the lightning that created the world. Your subjects will betray you and your kingdom will be destroyed."
The whole world seemed to be filled with illusory shattering sounds, and the tide-like darkness that I had heard in Professor Heinz's stories filled the streets and impacted the steps of the palace. Those terrifying monsters driven by the Dark Lord turned out to be masses equipped with a variety of weapons.
They hanged knights, burned priests, and shed rivers of blood in the squares of Bayerland and Sanssouci Palace with the legionnaires who were ordered to suppress them.
Griffith felt something crack in his head. He instinctively thought that this was all an illusion fabricated by the master or some evil god, but random thoughts rushed out, making him inexplicably feel that this was reality.
It was as if the ground beneath his feet cracked and the world collapsed, leaving him with nowhere to stand and falling into an endless abyss.
The Hermit is back? Has the record-erasing punishment (damnatio memoriae) that sealed the Dark Lord been destroyed?
This, is this the secret that Count Larmore and his allies are worried about and are trying their best to prevent? It actually happened directly in the center of Beyeland. How did it happen so quickly? The Hermit is indeed operating something, but I don’t feel the layout and crisis on the scale of the Weave of Life in Odessana. I always feel that the conditions for Him to return to reality are not yet mature... Sonia is still in Bree Mi Zhen, what should she do! I'm going to help her!
Before Griffith takes action...
"Run!" Aaron collapsed earlier than Commodus. He left the stunned Griffith and rushed into the darkness like crazy.
The prince's situation was no better. Griffith saw him stand up slowly, his wavering refusal turning into a desperate decision and a desperate move. Endless spiritual energy surged in, wrapping him up and lifting him up. The holy sword "Enduil" he carried hummed violently, as if resisting the invasion of evil, but the light on the sword's edge quickly dimmed.
The master's will is getting weaker and weaker, and it seems to have merged with the prince's soul, leaving only an ethereal echo:
"Sending eternal nightmares to the enemies who oppose us.
"Bring a peaceful sleep to a world trapped in sorrow.
"My power belongs to you, the agent of the God of Dreams on earth."
The terrible roar that seemed to tear the hills apart made the earth jump with fear; the tremor that heralded the apocalypse seemed to come from the ground or from the sky, no one could determine its location. Then, a bright bolt of lightning fell on Commodus from the dark purple sky, and the invisible powerful force and the indescribable stench drowned Griffith like a wave of tide.
A new Hand of God is born.
His power causes all creatures to fall into an inescapable dream.
Griffith saw endless visions. He turned around to run, but was swallowed up by the invisible tide and fell deeply into it, unable to extricate himself.
…
"Guffy, Guffy...
"Wake up. It's not good to sleep during work hours."
who? Who is calling my name?
A mountain-like weight pressed down on his body, and Griffith was unable to move due to his sleepy weakness.
Take action, take action... The Hermit is back, I want to join Galadia to find out the truth... Go to tmd to find out the truth, I want to go back to Beyelan to rescue Sonia...
What he barely opened his eyes saw was the gray military uniform and the armband of the second-level squad leader. The hard breastplate was cold and hard, making his whole body ache. His hands subconsciously touched his waist, and a familiar feeling came back. Well, this is my sword.
Um? ?
The vision gradually became clearer, and in front of him was the cobblestone ground, with the dilapidated carriage rolling tremblingly across it. Several boots were walking around.
"Guffy, hey, wake up! It's time to get off work—!"
The pitch rose slightly, and Griffith woke up. Just as he was about to open his eyes, his cheeks were lifted up, and then he was lightly patted twice, one on the left and one on the right.
"Sonia is in danger!"
The second-level squad leader jumped up, his breastplate and sword clanking.
"Hey~ who is Sonia?"
A blond girl tilted her head towards the second-level squad leader in confusion. She wore a gleaming silver chain armor over her blue robe. She held a silver-edged textbook in one hand and clenched her other hand into a fist.
Novice nun Krista looked at him and asked him in a voice as cool as spring water: "Sonia, who is it?"
"Well, who is it..." Griffith felt his head was dizzy. It seemed that many things had happened, but he couldn't remember it. "I fell asleep?"
"Isn't that right? You're still calling other people's names..." Krista gently stroked the hair beside her ears, turned to a large group of children and said, "Brothers and sisters are about to get off work, and today's occult society class is here. Now, children, please go home quickly! If your family and neighbors encounter strange things, or a kitten has something in its mouth that shouldn’t be in the house, do you know what to do?"
"Report to the Extraordinary Team in the Emil District!"
A group of children less than half Griffith's height roared and ran away like pigeons in the square.
"Quick, let's go back! Today is Saturday and we're going to eat mutton stewed with radish!" Krista hurriedly picked up a paper bag placed by the wall and pulled Griffith away quickly.
"Going back to where?"
"You only have Sonia in your heart!" The novice nun picked up the bag containing mutton and radishes and hit him.
…
"Comrade Griffith Blanton, Level 2 Captain, please explain who Sonia is?"
Who is coming...
As the two of them walked along the street, the tranquil sea was just a few feet away and hummed with the soothing sound of waves. The pleasant sea breeze passed through the alley and blew their hair.
Griffith shook his head: "It seems like a very important person, but I can't remember him."
"..."
Krista tripped over a pebble on the sidewalk and nearly fell to the ground, sending the vegetables flying out of the paper bag. She quickly picked up the radish, looking heartbroken to see if it was damaged. Then she glanced at the young sergeant and said, "I'll give you a chance to reorganize your language."
Griffith shook his head helplessly.
At this time, a carriage turned the corner not far away. The beautiful emblem on the car is a blue iris blooming with three blue-purple petals. He couldn't help but be attracted by the pattern and shifted his gaze.
As the carriage passed by, Griffith saw a blonde girl looking at him. The bright blue eyes seemed to be speaking, curious, concerned, and expectant.
who is she?
Griffith felt violently dizzy again. He wanted to say something, but suddenly he noticed a faint fragrance tickling the tip of his nose, and his petite body nestled against his arm.
Krista stood next to him and asked softly:
"are you tired?"
"I'm not sure." Griffith shook his head.
"So, do you want to go back?" the girl asked again.
Where to go back?
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