Chapter 710 Sleeping

Bud stood quietly in this vast and dead underground space, his nerves tense and his eyes solemn.

There was still a hollow whistle coming from the communication device attached to the armor buckle.

Even if he doesn't understand the principle of this device, judging from the point of view of magic common sense, he can know that this is the result of the communication spell being completely blocked - but when did this happen?

The crystal was still emitting a faint light, and the runes on the surface of the device were still functioning normally. This "business as usual" scene made him relax his vigilance, so that he was not sure when the communication was interrupted at this time... He may have been in This weird and dark place has been deep into this place for too long, and the Cecilians on the surface probably won't be able to see the picture he sent back, right?

Bud took a deep breath and slowly calmed down his nervousness. Instead of making more calls or moving forward, he took a cautious step back and prepared to go back the same way.

He may have been shielded, or he may have been too far away to cause the communication spell to fail. If it is the latter, returning to the same path should solve the problem.

But just as he took a step back, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

Lights suddenly lit up in the dark and cracked conference hall. The bright magic spar lamps illuminated the entire hall as bright as day. The huge cracks on the ceiling and nearby walls had disappeared for some time, and the stone table that fell to the ground was shattered. The chairs were also intact, and in this suddenly restored conference room, dozens of figures in robes or skirts were sitting around the long table, conducting a tense and serious meeting.

Bud heard voices coming from around the long table:

"There is a problem with the false god's body, we can't control it, this is an unexpected change..."

"How is the situation with the Grand Master?"

"Reluctantly escaped from the body of the pseudo-god. Now he is seriously injured and is resting deeply, but his consciousness has recovered."

"What about that monster?"

"I'm temporarily trapped below, and I shouldn't be able to break free in a short time. Priest Bertila is trying to get it back to sleep."

"Fortunately, the situation is still turning around, as long as we..."

Bud's muscles tightened, staring at the strange scene in front of him, and just between breathing, he saw the scene in the council room suddenly "shake", and the figures sitting at the table seemed to change in an instant. In a posture or position, the thing being talked about changes:

"...The Grand Master ordered to suspend the awakening work of the false god's body, and asked to reorganize all the data in the process of the project."

"According to the current situation, the information from the wasteland is wrong. Fortunately, we found it in time..."

Bard's eyes flashed, and the scene in the hall changed again. This time, there were fewer figures gathered than before, and what they were talking about turned out to be how the church should rebuild after the successful destruction of the runaway pseudo-god's body...

He finally figured out what he was seeing:

In this "council", things that never happened in the real world are constantly emerging, and all the scenes have one thing in common: if the vital project at the time did not get out of control, if the priests who performed the ceremony at the time If the flaws were discovered in time, if everything was fine, if everything could be salvaged...

Looking at the figures gathered around the long table, he has realized that he is deep in a dream formed by obsession. In this dark and deep underground, in the deepest part of the root system of this giant tree, he once participated in the false gods. The gods of death who were swallowed to death by the ritual awakening of their bodies,

Their obsessions are entrenched here, and they have unknowingly fallen into the dreamland they weaved together!

Bud realizes that he is in great danger, because dreams are always something that ordinary extraordinary powers are difficult to fight against. No matter how strong his own strength is, as long as he falls into a dream completely, unless he is a master of the spiritual realm, the conventional No matter how strong the superhuman is, he will become powerless - the reason why the eternal sleeper is terrible is because they have such power, and he himself may have missed the best time to "wake up".

What's more deadly is that the passage of time in the dream world is often disproportionate to the outside. He doesn't know how long he has been dreaming, and he doesn't know how long he will continue to linger here - maybe it's just a moment outside, but he wants to be here. Trapped for hundreds of thousands of years...his soul would die in a dream before waking up.

In tension and fear, the scene in front of Bud suddenly trembled again. This time, he found that his perspective shifted from the entrance of the hall to the long table - he was sitting at the long table in the council hall, and in front of him was a simple and heavy On the stone table, sitting next to the majestic and calm teachers...

As a middle-level priest, he is not qualified to sit next to this table to participate in the meeting. He has also expected his own promotion, and imagined what it would be like to sit in the council hall as a dean, but at this moment he Really "sitting here", but it was an icy coolness that came to my heart.

The worst had happened - he was assimilating with this dream.

He started to dream.

...

On the surface, Gawain and the others had been waiting quietly for ten minutes, and the picture sent back by the magic net terminal still did not change in the slightest.

On the screen, there is a room full of runes, and there are two strange black pillars shining with magical brilliance in the room.

An emergency response team that has been prepared for a long time has arrived near the entrance, and the druids are also preparing to cast spells on the roots of the giant tree to try to connect and confirm the situation of Bud Wendell through the resonance of life forms, but Gawain hasn't given an order yet, and everyone is on standby.

The situation below is complicated and the current situation is strange. Taking the next step rashly may cause the damage to expand, and... Gawain is trying to speculate what happened to Bud from the still picture.

The communication device is worn near Bud's neckline, because it is a Seiko product made by Nicholas Egg himself (and has no hands), and its sensitivity is very high, and it can record and transmit very subtle movements.

After amplifying the sound, Gawain could clearly hear Bud's steady and long breathing.

This breathing sound proves that Bud is still alive, and... can also reveal some other information.

"He fell asleep..." Gawain frowned and said somewhat uncertainly, "Although it's not obvious, he's snoring."

It was a little quiet around, and the atmosphere gradually became weird.

But Amber took it for granted: "It's not unimaginable, after all, it is said that he used to eat and drink in the prison of Rock City, and he also mastered the stunt of prolonging the detention period with booger. The degree of his heart is beyond my reach. It is understandable that these characters can fall asleep while exploring the underground ruins..."

Gao Wen glanced at Amber silently. Although he didn't say a word, Miss Half-elf felt that Gao Wen's eyes were caring for the mentally retarded...

She suddenly wanted to jump up and slam Gawain's elbow, but she didn't dare.

Gawain reminded Amber before he spoke BB: "He should have fallen into a dream."

"You can also tell whether a person is dreaming from the snoring..." Amber didn't react at first, and subconsciously muttered a half sentence, but before she finished, she understood what Gawain meant, "Wait... ...Dream?! The kind of the eternal sleeper?!"

The people at the scene were not stupid. After Gawain reminded them, almost all of them reacted. Margarita, the female knight who had personally led the team to clear several cult dens in the territory, thought of the strange and dangerous power of those eternal sleepers. Immediately showing a stern expression, Pittman next to him touched his beard and frowned: "So...it is indeed possible..."

After all, this old man is a dual-material cult member, and he has rubbed against the canteen of the Eternal Sleeper and the Society of the End of Everything. He is a veteran of the Second Five Realms. When he said this, Gawain immediately felt that his judgment should be stable: In the giant In the nest at the root of the tree, there was an invisible dream, and Bud Wendell was caught.

"But how is this possible?" Pittman's face showed a puzzled expression, "This is the lair where all things die, and they don't know dream technology..."

Gawain frowned slightly, and suddenly thought of what happened when the Sentinel Tower was added and repaired on the magnificent wall—

In the dream connection, he accidentally encountered members of the Society for the End of All Things, including Bertila, who should have died seven hundred years ago...

There is dream technology in the hands of the Society for the End of Everything. Even if there is no technology, there must be related equipment. Among the three major dark sects, except for the children of the storm, the behavior model of the other two sects has always been close. It is normal for the creatures of the Eternal Sleeper to remain in the lair of the Society.

Pittman, as a remnant of a double cult, didn't expect this for a while. It seems that the old man was really dishonest when he participated in the cult, and most of them really just went in for a meal.

Pittman raised his head in confusion, not understanding why Gawain suddenly glanced at himself, and sighed while watching.

Gawain didn't explain anything. After speculating about the underground situation, he already had a rough plan, and this plan was far safer than sending someone down.

"I'll try to see if I can get Badra out," he instructed the people around him. "This process requires concentration, and you should be vigilant around you."

Amber responded very quickly this time: "Oh, you want to 'meditate' again, right? Dharma protector, this is familiar to me..."

...

In this endless, obsession-driven dream that repeats the pathetic self-deception of losers, Bud has lost count of how many times he's been reincarnated.

He was sitting at the unchanging chair of the council room. Bright lights illuminated the hall. The principals sat around the table, discussing changes in the situation and follow-up plans.

Bud was also speaking. He didn't know why he was sitting here speaking, but his mouth opened and closed, and he said some sentences that he had never thought of:

"...The mission in the eastern part of the continent is going well, we are already there..."

From time to time, there are people talking around, all of them are familiar faces. Bud looked at these people and felt calm.

But he vaguely felt that he shouldn't be so calm, he came here... with what mission.

What is the mission?

The picture in front of me suddenly shook, the round of meetings was over, and a new scene was quickly generated. In this mixed dream formed by a large number of obsessions, the leader was constantly changing, and the theme of the dream was also changing. Bud. Wendell himself is just one of the dozens of consciousnesses in this dream.

He sat down at the long table again and felt his Adam's apple move up and down, as if he was about to speak.

But a hand suddenly rested on his shoulder, making him shudder.

A long-lost sense of sobriety suddenly flooded into my mind, and a large number of memories that seemed to have been forgotten for a century suddenly ran out, together with all kinds of emotions such as nervousness and fear before falling into a dream. But before Bud had time to sort out the contents that reappeared in his mind, he heard a majestic and steady voice from behind him: "Are you awake?"

Compared with this terrifying dream, the sudden sound made Bud almost startled. He stood up suddenly, and when he turned his head, he saw the tall Gawain Cecil standing behind him.

For a while, the feeling of trance struck again, and he was a little confused between reality and dreams.

Gawain spoke again, and his voice seemed to have some kind of power that made people wake up in a dream: "Stay awake, you are still in a dream, but your consciousness has woken up, as long as you don't make unnecessary doubts and associations, your The mind is safe."

"Dream? Oh yes, this is a dream..." Bud blinked, getting rid of the sequelae caused by the terrifying dream little by little, and gradually regained his ability to think. The next moment, he finally realized the violation of Gawain's presence here. , "Wait a minute, this is a dream...then why are you..."

"I'm still up there, and now I'm talking to you with my consciousness," Gawain explained casually, and then looked around the council room. The "meetings" in the council room were still going on again and again. However, To him, it seemed like a funny drama, "Interesting, I didn't expect a dream at the root of this giant tree..."

Bud looked at Gawain in astonishment and inexplicable. He had already vaguely realized that this dream was probably related to the "technical exchange" between the eternal sleeper and the end of all things, so it was especially interesting that Gawain directly projected his own consciousness at this moment. He was shocked, he couldn't figure out how the other party did it.

This may be a secret of Gawain Cecil.

And now he had access to the secret.

Bud was awe-inspiring and even more cautious.

Gawain noticed the change in Bud's expression, and probably knew what the other party was thinking, but he ignored it, turned his head, and looked at the entrance and exit on the other side of the hall with interest.

A new individual appeared in the dream, and a figure was emerging there.

After seeing the outline of the figure clearly, Gao Wen raised his eyebrows.

Bertila Augustus entered the hall.

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