Chapter 167 Black Monastery

A common dream for all? Klein repeated the words of "Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya in his heart, vaguely understanding the current situation:

The night of this dangerous sea connects the dreams of all creatures here!

At this time, the creatures who have not fallen asleep will lack the necessary protection and suffer indescribable attacks because their mental bodies are not in this dream.

As for why this kind of attack would lead to disappearance instead of immediate death, Klein has not personally experienced similar things, so he really can't guess.

As his thoughts flashed, Klein withdrew his gaze from Cattleya, looked back at the magnificent city on the other side of the cliff, and thought curiously:

"If this world is really connected by the dreams of local creatures, whose dream does this city beyond imagination belong to?"

He stared for a few seconds and asked:

"What's its name?"

What is the name of this city that can only exist in myths and legends?

"Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya stared at the front in a daze, and said dreamily:

"I don't know... Every time I enter the dreamland here, I have a chance to see it, but I can never get close.

"She said that this is somewhat similar to Feysac's Twilight Hall.

"She should have her own guesses, but never told me."

she? The "Queen of Mysteries"? The Great Hall of Twilight is the seat of the Church of the God of War... Klein looked around and said after deliberation:

"I'm going to have a look around."

He believes that the "Future" will not stay in this sea area for only a few days, and he will definitely encounter more nights and enter this dream world more times. Therefore, in order to prevent accidents and gain information, certain explorations are necessary.

And exploration undoubtedly requires companions.

Cattleya was still sitting with her knees hugged, her tone still erratic:

"not interested."

...This is not something a mature pirate general should say,

It can be more tactful, Ms. "Hermit", you are like a wayward girl now... Klein was taken aback for a moment, almost suspecting that he heard it wrong. This contradicts the personality of the "Admiral of the Stars" in his heart.

Thinking that Gehrman Sparrow also has a side that is not afraid of getting dirty or working hard as a volunteer, he was immediately relieved, and quickly had a guess:

"The Hermit" Cattleya is not fully awake in the dream, she can recognize that she is dreaming but cannot effectively control it!

In other words, she will unconsciously show her deep-seated emotions and parts of her character that she always deliberately suppresses.

No wonder she said that she would never be able to get close to the miraculous city opposite, because she simply didn't have the consciousness to explore... Klein thought about it, and asked tentatively:

"We might find something here."

"No." Cattleya replied without hesitation, but never shook her head, "I'm going to wait here, wait!"

Sure enough, he was in a half-dream and half-awake state... Klein judged from the other party's reaction and tone.

He wasted no more time, turned around and jumped off the boulder.

Snapped!

Klein stepped on the ground with both feet, and subconsciously looked back:

"Admiral of the Stars" Cattleya was still sitting there with her knees hugged. There was no one else around. The solidified dusk of the opposite city was reflected on her body, dragging her shadow for a long time, creating a contrast with the withered and yellow trees. The shadows intertwine in one.

The mountain wind blew gently, and the black shadow swayed gently. Cattleya didn't make any movements, and was stubbornly waiting for something.

At this time, a "psychiatrist" is needed to interpret the emotions in the dream, and this has nothing to do with the enlightenment obtained from divination... Klein pouted, looked around, and looked for the direction of exploration.

He found that there are black buildings in the monastery from left to right, and there are tall walls separating them from the cliff. No matter where he wants to explore, he can't bypass the monastery unless he jumps off the cliff directly.

Since he had no other choice, Klein came directly to the dark gate of the monastery.

The gate was nearly ten meters high, and it didn't look like it was prepared for humans. Klein looked at it for a few seconds, took a breath, stretched out his hands, and pressed on both sides of the crack in the door.

There was a creaking sound immediately, and the weight of the door was beyond Klein's imagination. His muscles swelled one after another, his face was flushed, but he could only slightly shake the target, but could not push it away.

Fortunately, this is a dream. As long as you believe it logically, you can increase your strength, and you don't need to actually activate "squirming hunger"... Klein let out the breath he was holding back, and the glove on his left palm turned pale.

In a flash of dark green, he gained the power of a "living corpse", his arms suddenly became thicker, and his legs swelled suddenly.

tie!

There was a heavy friction sound, and the door slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.

Two gloomy towers and black buildings are connected to each other by covered bridges, enclosing a wide gray stone square.

The square is full of potholes, huge arrows are inserted, and several fires are burning, as if they have been attacked before.

Klein walked through the doorway and entered the square, unexpectedly seeing Frank Lee, Nina, Autolov and others here.

This is their dream? It's not like... Or, in other words, everyone's dreams are only limited to themselves, and then randomly appear somewhere in this world? Klein guessed uncertainly.

Frank Lee was the closest to him, holding a shovel and shoveling gravel. Next to him were white bread, toast, fried fish and other food that had been dropped on the ground.

Is he planning to use them as nourishment to grow something? Even dreaming is planting... Klein approached and asked casually:

"What are you doing?"

Frank kept moving, but there was a smile on his face:

"I've grown little things that need to rest in the soil for a while to grow and reproduce."

"What's their use?" Klein asked curiously and worriedly.

Frank said with a smile on his face:

"They're a hybrid bacterium that allows bulls to produce milk too, so we'll have more milk for more people to drink."

Let those bulls go... Klein twitched his face and said:

"Can it succeed?"

"The effect is fine, but I'm worried that they might not reproduce." Frank frowned.

May the god of death favor them forever... Klein prayed, crossed Frank Lee, and walked towards the entrance of the black building opposite the square.

On the way, he passed Nina and Navigator Otolov, who were sitting by a collapsed stone pillar and drinking heavily.

"Have you thought about leaving the pirate group when you get older, finding a man to marry, and finding a place to settle down? I don't think anyone would like to spend their whole life floating on the sea." Otolov took off his pointed soft hat, revealing Slightly gray hair.

His eyes and tone told Klein that his subtext was: If you want, can you consider me?

Mr. Navigator, you are old enough to be Nina's father, you have to think about your body... Klein, who was passing by, couldn't help but complain when he heard the conversation.

Nina Gulu took a sip of wine, glanced in a certain direction and said:

"No, that's not the life I want to live.

"Before I joined you, I tried to settle on the east coast of Feysac and stopped being a pirate, but I couldn't bear the dullness at all. I just carried wood and moved things every day, and I had to stay at home at night. I couldn't go to bars, I couldn't Going to the wild to hunt, life has not changed a bit! And also have to endure all kinds of accusations, put up with those nasty guys, and worry about the police if you want to beat them up!

"It's better to be on the ship. Although it is boring most of the time, you can often go to different places and see different things. Hehe, even the most boring time can destroy those guys, train them to become qualified pirates, and tell them They, the one with the best performance every month, can spend the night in my room, and then watch them enjoy the torture very excitedly, of course, staying overnight and going to bed are two different things, they are not the same, it depends on my mood.”

Really. Female pirate... What everyone wants is different... Klein made a pertinent comment, and doesn't think that Nina's thinking is necessarily wrong.

I don't slander her choice, but if she often kills, sets fire and loots, I don't mind exchanging her head for a bounty the next time I meet... Klein looked back and came to the entrance of the suspected black buildings and towers The place.

Subconsciously, he glanced sideways, and saw that the shadow in the corner seemed normal, but actually had a different feeling.

"Bloodless" Heath Doyle? Even in a dream, he hides in the shadows? According to my effective psychological knowledge, this is an expression of extreme insecurity... Klein pushed open the entrance door that was also nearly ten meters high.

Amidst the creaking sound, his eyes suddenly froze.

Behind the main entrance is a vast hall supported by two rows of thick stone pillars.

There was no candlelight in the hall, and it was extremely dark. With the opening of the main door, the light from the outside came in, making it clear.

Klein saw colorful golden murals on the walls and domes. They were connected to each other without leaving gaps, giving the place a grand and sacred feeling.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A figure turned its back to Klein, splitting a long giant log with the ax in its hand, not knowing what it was doing.

This figure was wearing a white shirt and a black vest, unlike any pirate on the ship.

Other people in this sea area? Or those mysterious eyes that stare at me from the deck? Klein's mood sank, he slowed down, approached cautiously, came to the side, and saw the figure clearly.

It was a young-looking man with short blond hair parted in threes and sevens, and green eyes focused and serious.

"What are you doing? What is this place?" Klein asked cautiously.

He intuitively believed that the other party was not the owner of those mysterious eyes.

The young man raised his hand and touched his earlobe, without turning his head, he said:

"What are you asking for? My boat is sunk and I'm busy making canoes, so I don't have time to talk to you."

... Klein thought for a while and asked again:

"Who are you?"

"Who am I? I am the unlucky Anderson. Ever since I saw that mural, I have been shrouded in bad luck." The young man pointed in the direction.

Following his fingers, Klein saw a mural.

Above the mural is a sea of ​​burning flames, which splits in the middle and splits a road.

On the road, there is a long line of members who either bow their heads piously or kneel on the ground, aiming at the depths of the sea.

Their leader was a tall, thin man with long silver hair, soft features, closed eyes, and layers of wings on his back.

This... Klein's pupils suddenly shrank.

He knew the leader on that mural!

That's the "Angel of Destiny" shown by little "Sun"!

That's Tail Swallower, Ouroreus!

. Nine Heavens Emperor