Sword of Daybreaker

The whole world seemed extremely quiet, and his breathing was all that could be heard in his ears. In this small room that had faded into a world of black, white and gray, Modil clenched his staff and dagger tightly, as if In the night, the shrewd wolf is alert to everything within the range of perception.

Then, he began to gradually feel more "information" appearing in his perception. Just outside this room, there was a small sound of sand and dust being blown up by the wind, with rocks or mud, The breath that ordinary people can't perceive, the light changes from the cracks of the window, all this slowly grows from nothing, from rigid and monotonous to vivid and vivid.

It was as if there was originally nothing but pure nothing outside the hut, but because of Modil's awakening, a "temporary created world" was gradually drawn out.

The old mage didn’t care about it. Instead, he clenched the weapon in his hand even more. He walked close to the window with his waist, while his gaze scanned all the furnishings in the room again, including a small pile of dust in the corner and two nails on the opposite wall. The orientation is not ignored.

This is a habit developed over many years: before falling asleep, he will imprint all the environmental details around him in his mind. Under the effect of magic, the details of these pictures can even be accurate to every scratch mark on doors and windows. Every time he opened his eyes, he would quickly compare the surrounding environment and the "shorthand projection" branded in his mind. Any inconsistencies in it would be used to judge whether the hiding place has been invaded.

Under the casual appearance on weekdays, what is hidden is the survival skills accumulated by adventurers over the centuries-although the old mage no longer remembers what happened during these long years, these instinctive survival skills are not. It was always printed in his mind, and he never ignored it in a day.

Modil's fingers gently brushed the dust on the window sill. This was the last detail. Everything in the room was exactly the same as in memory, except... it became a faded state like the shadow world.

A similar thing happened once on a ship before. The old mage frowned slightly and carefully pushed a slit from under the window. His eyes looked out of the house through the gap between the window panel and the window frame. The outside scene was not unexpected. ...It is no longer the familiar camp for adventurers.

An endless barren land stretches in the field of vision. The sandy undulating land is covered with rugged rocks or creeping black fragments. Very far away, you can see faint black silhouettes like urban ruins, monotonous. A turbid shadow floats in the pale sky, covering this lifeless land.

However, this time, Modil did not see the huge figure sitting on the collapsed throne, like a mountain with a sense of oppression-theoretically, such a huge figure is impossible to hide, as long as she appears here. Between heaven and earth, it will definitely attract people's attention.

The old mage subconsciously frowned and thought, and suddenly realized something in the next second. He quickly rushed to the other side of the hut, cautiously opened the door to a gap, and looked out through the gap in the door.

A huge figure like a mountain appeared in front of him with suffocating power. The figure sat on the towering throne. The base of the throne and the surrounding pillars had collapsed for most of the time. A long black dress wrapped her body. Stretching out from under the throne, countless large and small gray-white cracks spread all over her body. Modil could not tell whether the cracks were in her clothes or penetrated her "existence" itself. He only felt those cracks. It seems to be alive, has been moving slightly, in the background of the dark long skirt, it is as mysterious as interlaced light and shadow.

Parchment and pens quietly appeared behind the old mage, Modil watched the movement outside the door, while controlling the pen and paper to write down the record quickly:

"X year X month X day, I was awakened from a deep sleep, and a strange phenomenon similar to that when I was on the ship not long ago happened again... I seem to have come to the shadow world in my sleep, or some kind of abnormal space similar to the shadow world. Roughly the same as last time...

"I saw the suffocating figure again, the difference is that this time she...or he appeared behind me. It seems that every time I enter this space, I will appear in a random position? It's a pity that I have sampled it. I can’t judge...

"That figure hasn't noticed me, at least not yet. I still don't dare to be sure what her origin is. There is no description related to it in all the records about transcendent things known to mankind...I I'm hiding behind a thin door, but this door can't give me the slightest sense of security, the'lady'-if she wants, maybe she can blow me away with the whole house in one breath .

"I'd better not make too much movement, no matter what the origin of the figure is, I obviously can't beat..."

The pen nib writes quickly on the paper. Even in such a weird situation, Modil records everything he has experienced according to the habit he has cultivated over the years-he has not experienced even more weird situations than this. Even if his memory is incomplete, he knows what he should do at the moment.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded between the heaven and the earth outside the house, interrupting Modil's rapid recording of the action: "Ah...find a way out in the dark crypts full of crystal clusters. This sounds really good. If you could see the crystal river that you described with your own eyes...Does its end really flow into a hole leading to the center of the earth?"

Modil had heard this voice. It was exactly the voice of the huge figure. The old mage instantly held his breath. After a while, he heard a response—the response was exactly the same as his own voice: "Where am I? I know, I just made up this story not long ago-I haven't thought about the latter part of it yet!"

There was a brief silence on the vast plain outside the house. After a while, the voice that resounded through the world suddenly laughed, and the laughter sounded quite pleasant: "Hahaha...My great adventurer, you are so happy now Just admit that the new story is made up indiscriminately? You used to talk to me for a long time before you admit that you have made a certain degree of'exaggerated description' of the story..."

Modil heard the same response as his own voice: "That's because I now find that your requirements for the story are really not very high-besides, ma'am, I promise that your story is over, take it Is it your turn to come down?"

The slightly lazy female voice with endless majesty remained silent for a while, and then resounded from all directions: "Do you want to continue listening to my recent dream? I still remember it clearly..."

"Well, ma'am, what have you dreamed of lately?"

"Starlight, starlight covering the rolling hills and plains, and the city creeping on the earth, I crossed the gap between the reality and the virtual to deliver the vital news. When I crossed a huge tower, I saw a giant beast. Creeping in the darkness, the giant beast has no blood and flesh, only hollow bones. It gobbles up the sacrifices offered by mortals, and the bones are gradually growing **** flesh...

"I also saw something growing deep underground in the creeping city. It ran through the entire city, through the plains and mountains in the distance. Deep underground, huge limbs continued to grow, extending to the hazy area. In the dark depths of the chaos, it also differentiated some smaller limbs along the way, which protruded out of the ground and soaked in the sunlight during the day..."

"Oh, ma'am, your dream still sounds as scary as it always was-it's a mess. Can't you change your way of describing it?"

"No, I'm used to it."

The old mage Modil hid behind the door, listening to the voice of conversation outside the house while carefully restraining his breath. The dream scene described by the "lady" formed a broken and messy impression in his mind, but the mortal's limited imagination Li was unable to assemble any clear scenes from that abstract and trivial description. He had to record those grotesque and abnormal descriptions on his parchment, and at the same time carefully shifted his attention, trying to find Other figures that may exist between heaven and earth.

He was looking for the voice that responded, looking for the source of the voice that was exactly the same as himself.

But before he found it, the situation outside suddenly changed.

The wind wandering on the plain suddenly became restless, the gray sand began to whirl and roll along the ruined throne, and a low and vague murmur came from the direction of the black silhouette like the ruins of the city in the distance. The whisper sounded like a dream of many people superimposed on each other. The sound was from small to large, but no matter how you listened to it, you couldn't hear what it was saying.

As soon as the voice sounded, Modil behind the door immediately imposed more than a dozen mental protection spells on himself. His rich adventure experience told him that such dim whispers are often related to mental pollution. Although protection spells are not always effective against mental pollution, there is always some effect under more than a dozen layers of barriers.

Although the memory of the past is fragmented, but in the remaining memory, he remembers that he dug out something that should not be dug more than once from certain underground tombs-timely mental protection and solid and reliable resistance to beatings have turned the crisis into peace. The essential.

While Modil responded, the two voices talking outside the house also quieted down. They seemed to be listening carefully to the low mutter from the direction of the ruins of the city. After a long time, the one who was slightly lazy The female voice murmured in a low voice: "Here again... I still can't hear what they want to do."

"Probably just want to chat with you? Or say good morning or something..."

"Are you serious? Mr. Adventurer?"

"In case, I just put forward a possibility..."

"Then put away your possibilities, Mr. Adventurer," the lazy and majestic female voice said slowly, "I should get up and move a bit-the uninvited guest seems to want to cross the border again, I will remind Remind him who is the master here. If you stay here, if you feel spiritually polluted, take a look at the star chart."

The voice outside the room fell, and Modil, who was hiding behind the door, suddenly widened his eyes.

He saw that the huge figure sitting on the throne or altar finally moved, and the lady who was suspected of being a **** stood up from the throne! She stood up like a swelling mountain, wearing a gorgeous long dress behind her like endless darkness tumbling, she stepped down the collapsed platform, the whole world seemed to tremble under her steps, those in her The "activated fissures" that wandered on the surface of the body really "lived". They moved quickly, reorganized, and constantly gathered in the hands of the lady, finally forming a half-black and half-white scepter, which is completely in itself. Between the world formed by black and white, the half-black and half-white scepter was like a ruler to measure the whole world, which strongly attracted Modil's attention.

And at almost the same time, another huge and terrifying thing rose up in the direction of the dark city ruins in the distance-but compared to the "goddess" who is at least female in form despite being huge and majestic, from the ruins of the city The thing rising in the middle is obviously more creepy and indescribable.

It was a gray-white mass that was constantly expanding and shrinking and wriggling. The surface of the mass was full of indefinite limbs and crazy and disordered geometric patterns. It seemed to be in a flowing state as a whole, like an unformed embryo, and like a mass. The melting piece of meat is constantly rolling forward, relying on the huge tentacles or countless hands and feet that grow around to sweep away obstacles on the ground. In the process of rolling, it keeps sending out insanity and confusion. Some parts of its body surface immediately appeared translucent, revealing the giant eyes stacked on top of each other, or runes and figures that seemed to contain countless taboo knowledge.

Modil just glanced at the thing, and he felt dizzy. A strong feeling of being corroded and perfused by foreign thoughts surged up. The protection spells superimposed on him seemed to be nonexistent and did not provide the slightest help, old mage. Immediately biting his tongue forcefully, with the **** smell permeating his mouth, he briefly regained control of his body and forcibly took his gaze back from the direction of the monster.

In the process of retracting his gaze, his gaze just swept across the "throne" where the lady was sitting before.

His gaze was instantly attracted by what appeared on the back of the throne-where it was previously obscured by the lady's body, but now it has been exposed, Modil saw a scene in the center of the quaint gray-white backrest. The vast starry sky pattern, and different from the black and white presented by the whole world around, the starry sky pattern has vivid and clear colors!

Modil subconsciously took a closer look, and immediately found that there were other details in the starry sky pattern. He saw that the shining stars seemed to be marked with subtle text, and the stars could still be seen vaguely. With interconnected lines and directional light spots, the entire starry sky pattern does not seem to be static. Near some of the light spots on the edge, Modil also saw some geometric patterns that seemed to be moving—they moved very slowly. But for the archmage who has keen observation ability, their movement is certain!

This must be written down immediately!

This thought came to Modil in an instant, and the quill and paper floating behind him also began to move, but at this moment, a terrifying and terrifying noise suddenly came from a distance.

It seems that the huge female **** has already fought with the "terrorist god" floating from the ruins of the city.

Modil only felt a crash in his head, and then he turned around, completely unconscious.

(End of this chapter)