Chapter 168 The Devoured

Gawain doesn't know what has changed in his soul, but he can be sure that his soul has completely mutated as early as the moment he traveled through life, otherwise there is no explanation for why a person hangs in the sky for tens of millions of years. After that, he was still able to maintain a normal mind, and not only was his mind normal, but also had a clear memory - the huge and terrifying information and data collected by looking down on the earth in the past tens of millions of years, can be completely intact and undamaged. Preserved in his memory, it can still be read accurately to this day.

But one thing is for sure: the souls of the Eternal Sleeper cultists have apparently not undergone this transformation.

Traversing hundreds of thousands or even millions of years of sprawling surveillance records in mere seconds has a devastating effect on cultists who are still essentially mortal souls.

When the mind and soul of the Eternal Sleeper cultist gradually collapsed into meaningless fragments, Gawain came into contact with some fragments of consciousness. There was an almost imperceptible wave in the body. If it wasn't for Gawain's concentration, he probably wouldn't even notice that he had plundered something from the remnant soul of this cultist - and after careful sensing, he It was confirmed that it was some of the remaining memories of the cultists.

It is a pity that the amount is small and fragmented and illogical, and due to the confusion of the cultists themselves, those memories are also filled with a large number of chaotic and irregular distorted shadows and crazy fantasies - even worse, because the Eternal Sleeper is addicted to In the dream state, it became impossible to distinguish the authenticity of these memories. Gawain couldn't be sure how many of those pictures were actually born, and how many were made up in the sleep of the eternal sleeper.

Only based on the few data he could read, he understood the "existence" form of the eternal sleeper in front of him.

The other party seems to have abandoned his own flesh and body - or transformed his own body into some terrifying, inhuman form. He saw some crazy rituals in the memory of the cultists, and the rituals included The sight of limbs dissolving and souls escaping from bodies, followed by scenes of cultists wandering between new bodies, wandering through the dreams and memories of others.

The Eternal Sleeper appears to have "ascended" his own soul to possess this terrifying ability to transfer between human minds.

Fortunately, this ascension ceremony is obviously very demanding, and the other party's previous conversations also revealed his status above the bishop in the entire cult group,

Therefore, there should be very few cultists with this terrible ability, and they should not be active in the world most of the time.

The surrounding chaotic space is still constantly disintegrating, and the power that supports its existence has receded, and before this "dream" completely disappeared, Gawain seized the time to concentrate, and searched hard in the remaining spiritual wisdom of the eternal sleeper cultist. with potentially valuable information.

...

In the ancient castle of Kant's territory, Victor Kant was walking in a hurry in the corridor leading to the lower level of the castle. The lights of the magic spar illuminated the entire corridor, but beside the old viscount, the shadows But entrenched like some kind of constant ornament, his body cast a vague shadow on the floor, the shadow stretched and deformed with his hurried footsteps, as if it had its own will.

The old viscount's eyes were flickering with more and more illusory starlight, and his footsteps became more and more hurried, and even a little staggering gradually appeared. He came to the lower level of the castle, and a rather heavy-looking oak door stood in front of him.

Viscount Victor stood in front of the door with a hesitant and dazed look on his face, as if something behind the door was attracting him, but he didn't dare to open the door to verify it.

He hesitated for a while before finally putting his hand on the door, but before he pushed the door open by himself, the door suddenly opened a wide slit by itself.

A shadowy light leaked out from behind the door, and a long woman in a white dress with a lantern leaned out halfway through the crack of the door. This was a woman who looked less than thirty years old, with fair skin. , with a beautiful face, but with a faint morbidity, and a weak and pitiful temperament all over her body, holding the lantern, she looked at the Viscount standing at the door with surprise and curiosity, and smiled: "Dear , what's the matter? Are you going to let me out?"

"I... No, it's nothing," the old Viscount hesitated for a moment, but in the next second, all the trance and worry expressions disappeared from his face, and he smiled as if nothing had happened. , looked at the young wife in front of him, "It's alright, I'm just here to see you. It's still a while before the sun goes down, go back to sleep, get a good night's sleep, and then get up and have dinner with me."

The extraordinarily young Viscountess bit her lip and whispered, "But my dear, I'm not sleepy anymore."

"Be obedient, go back to sleep," the old Viscount shook his head with a gentle smile on his face, "I will come to you later."

The young Viscountess blinked and seemed to be at ease. She nodded, and then took the lantern and retreated to the door again. The heavy oak door slowly closed, and there was a sound of the door shaft turning in the empty castle corridor. squeak sound.

Victor Kant stood at the door for a while, his expression dazed for a moment, then regained his usual calm and peaceful demeanor, turned and walked in the direction he came from...

Near the eastern border of the Ansu Kingdom, in an ancient and hidden cave, Bertila, the headmistress of the Society for the End of Everything, suddenly opened her eyes wide.

As one of the "foreign bishops" in the church who frequently contacts with other cult groups, she has maintained spiritual contact with several senior officials of the Eternal Sleeper for a long time, but this time, a bishop of the Eternal Sleeper hastily contacted Gawain Cecil, which made her have a little bit of annoyance. She was dissatisfied, but it was a matter of other sects after all. She had no right to interfere or dissuade her.

She believed that the bishop would definitely gain something - after all, today's Gawain Cecil is long gone, seven hundred years of slumber has weakened his body, body and spirit, and a nightmare bishop with near-legendary strength Competing with such a "pseudo-legend" at the spiritual level, it is impossible to fall into the disadvantage.

But what she was waiting for was not the news of the great success of the Eternal Sleeper Bishop, but a wailing from the other party's soul and the huge fear spread through spiritual connections.

Then the mental reaction that belonged to the eternal sleeper disappeared, as if it had been swallowed by some kind of terrifying devourer and completely digested.

Bertila felt the huge fear from the spiritual connection, as well as the surprise and panic hidden in the fear, but she couldn't imagine what there was in Gawain Cecil's conscious world that could devour a The bishop-level eternal sleeper even made him so terrified before his death - those believers who are good at playing with people's hearts are experts at creating and enjoying nightmares, how can their minds be so vulnerable?

Between doubts, Bertila chose to visit several other minds who were in contact with her. Those were several high-ranking members of the Eternal Sleeper Order in Ansu, and they were also the people who kept in touch with the fallen Eternal Sleeper Bishop.

But after the spiritual connection was established, before she asked, a nightmare bishop came to the news: "Bishop Roderick has fallen."

"He was devoured in spiritual contact with Gawain Cecil," added another nightmare mentor.

"What happened?" Bertila asked curiously, "Did he have any news before he fell?!"

The inner spiritual connection between the Eternal Sleepers is far stronger than the spiritual connection with outsiders. Bertila has not heard any words from Bishop Roderick's dying thoughts, but perhaps other Eternal Sleepers who remain connected can know something.

Several minds in the spiritual connection were silent for a few seconds, and finally, a nightmare bishop replied: "He only had time to say a word-"

The next second, the words Roderick roared before he was swallowed, with a strong obsession and emotional imprint, exploded in Bertila's mind:

"Don't come and spy on this inhuman soul!!"

...

Gawain opened his eyes, and he found himself still standing in the hut where the prisoners were being held.

The mercenary leader who was used as a springboard and victim by the Eternal Sleeper had fallen to the ground. This strong man was bleeding from seven orifices. His entire head was red as if it had been boiled, and he was even steaming slightly. His twisted expression was enough to show What terrifying pain he suffered before he died, and the mercenary mage was still sitting beside him in a drowsy state, seemingly unaware of what was happening beside him.

Hetty, Pittman, Amber and others stood around him, and everyone looked at themselves with nervous and concerned eyes.

"What's the matter?" Gawain shook his head, completely clearing the residual discomfort in his mind, and then exhaled, "Did I lose consciousness just now?"

"Ancestor, it's great that you're all right!" Heidi finally let out a long breath, and cold sweat trickled down her forehead just as she relaxed, she rushed over to check on Gawain's situation, "Are you alright? Are you alright? Right? The mercenary just burst out with a burst of powerful magic, and then you stood there motionless, and we were all terrified!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Gao Wen comforted his eldest granddaughter, who was already a little frizzy, and then frowned, "How long did I lose consciousness?"

"It's not long, it's only a few minutes," Pittman also wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "Fortunately, you're fine, otherwise I'll have to go out sideways today—someone must say that I made a mistake with the fake medicine."

Amber immediately glared at the little old man: "It really has nothing to do with these suspicious ointments and incense that you tossed out?!"

"It really has nothing to do with him," Gawain waved his hand, confirming in his heart that the time flow in that consciousness space does indeed look different from the outside world. He felt that at least half a day had passed there, but it was only a few minutes outside. " An Eternal Sleeper cultist tried to corrupt my spirit just now."

Everyone was shocked: "Eternal Sleeper?!"

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