Sword of Daybreaker

Amidst the sudden turn of the earth and the loud bang in his mind, Modil felt his soul was suddenly pulled away and drifted in a state of nothingness and emptiness. He didn't know how long he had been drifting, he just felt He quickly surpassed the distant "distance" that mortals could not understand--then, his broken soul was roughly stuffed back into his body like a rag.

After a while, the old mage woke up, and at the moment he regained consciousness, he reflexively made a guard posture. He touched his combat staff with one hand and the enchanted short sword with the other hand. What came down was a lot of protection spells that were cast promptly... He clearly remembered that the same process had happened not long ago.

But this time, he did not wake up in that black, white and gray world-after opening his eyes, he saw a familiar single dormitory for adventurers, and everything he saw was normal and vivid. From outside the window came various sounds full of vitality in the adventurer's camp. At the same time, there was a dim, dim skylight peculiar to the polar night coming in through the cracks of the window.

"This is really wicked..." Modil murmured, but he didn't relax at all. He quickly checked all the details in the room, confirmed that everything was the same as he remembered, and then came to the window. Fingers brushed the tiny dust on the window sill.

He touched the same place on the window sill in that black and white fading world, but at this moment, there is no trace of the dust here.

The old mage leaned close to the window and opened the window panels. Under the nearby street lights and the extremely dim sky, he saw people coming and going in the adventurer camp. It seemed that another group of teams had finished cleaning or exploring the vicinity of the camp. Mission, cheerful adventurers are calling friends to go to bars, casinos and other recreational places. A dragon who maintains a human form, face and arms but retains many scales just passes by. He looks at Modi In the direction of Er, smiled friendly and said hello.

Modil smiled and nodded in response, and then retreated to the desk on the side of the bed. His face quickly became serious, sitting on the rugged and practical wooden chair, frowning and thinking about what happened before. The dizziness in Zhong is still surging on the ground in waves, interfering with the old mage’s thinking and memories. He had to use spells to soothe the spirit several times on himself to make his mind feel better, and in the process reluctantly removed that. The memories of the "weird dream" are sorted out.

Then he seemed to suddenly remember something, and raised his hand to a certain direction. A thick sheepskin booklet quietly flew to his hand. The old mage put down his short sword and reached out to open the second half of the note. His eyes changed slightly.

There are new handwritings on the booklet, which are the words he left behind in that black and white faded world—from the start of his awakening in his dream, he is very concerned about the deserted sandy land and the mountain-like female **** The records are clearly presented on the parchment, and when you look closely, the ink on the paper is not even dry.

"Dreams affect reality? Or did I leave these records unconsciously in my sleep? Or was the previous experience real, and I was in a state of superposition of reality and illusion? Or was the shadow world's influence on the real world? ..."

While muttering various speculations, Modil slowly scanned the text with his fingers, trying to find some clues from the records he had left. Suddenly, his fingers stopped--

He was seeing the huge female deity in the record talking about his dreams with the never-showing "story-telling adventurer". However, in the specific description of the female deity’s dreams, the corresponding text did not know when. It became a mess of ink dots and curves, just like a vague whisper in a dream, completely unrecognizable.

Modil immediately began to recall the corresponding memory in his mind, and cold sweat slowly seeped from his forehead-he found that there was also a missing piece of memory in his mind, and that memory seemed to have just become blank in this second. He could even clearly feel the "empty" sense of disharmony in his mind, and then after a few seconds, the sense of disharmony disappeared, and he finally completely did not remember the dream described by the female deity. What the **** is it?

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The old mage took a breath and controlled the accelerating heartbeat, and with a certain decisive aura, he suddenly turned the note to the last part-he saw the female **** stand up to face some indescribable terrifying monster , This record is still there, and he also saw the text finally describing that after the female deity got up, a starry sky appeared on the back of the throne... the record was completely interrupted here.

"Starry sky...starry sky..." Modil slowly closed his notes, tapping his forehead lightly with the battle staff held in his other hand, "I did see the huge throne's backrest showing The picture of the starry sky, but I can’t remember what it looks like... No, with the mind of a mage, I should at least remember something... Is there something wrong with the memory? Or is it some kind of powerful spiritual restraint?"

The old mage suddenly stopped tapping his forehead, frowning: "No, I can't continue thinking about it. There is a risk of contamination. This matter has to be suspended for a while."

The adventurer’s rich experience of death and death began to come into play. Modil stopped from the edge of dangerous exploration. He took a few deep breaths to gradually restore his heart and mind to normal, and then collected his notes. Get ready to go out for a breath of fresh air before going to the Adventurer’s Bar for a drink.

But as soon as he walked to the door, a breath that was not too unfamiliar entered his perception. The old mage stood still at the door, and then he heard a polite knock on the door and the voice of a young woman from outside: "Mo Master Deere, are you up?"

Modil opened the door and saw a young girl with black hair and black dress standing in front of him.

He knew this girl—he had a fate beside the hill made of crystal clusters. He knew that this gentle and delicate girl was actually a black dragon, and it should be the leader of the dragon clan. Lagor's exclusive messenger.

"I hope it hasn't interrupted your lunch break, Master Modil," the black dragon girl leaned slightly to greet her, with a smile on her face, "I'm sorry to rush in during your rest days-there is an invitation."

"Don't care, I just woke up," Modil raised his eyebrows, not looking very surprised, "Your Excellency Herragor has something to do with me again?"

The black dragon girl nodded: "The leader invites you to meet in the inner city chamber. Is it convenient now?"

"There is nothing inconvenient," Modil said casually, and at the same time raised his hand to the side. The robe, hat and other things hung on the coat rack immediately flew by himself and dressed him neatly. "It just happens that I am also today. There are no arrangements, and there are some things you want to discuss with your leader-he should be a well-informed person...long."

While talking, he walked out, but then he suddenly remembered something, and glanced at the black dragon girl in front of him with a weird expression: "If you go to the inner city, you shouldn't have to fly over... It's not good for me. You can fly..."

He remembered the last time he was taken to the top of the mountain with his paws-it was obviously not a comfortable transportation experience.

"Of course not," the black dragon girl couldn't help laughing, apparently thinking of the same thing, "the inner city chamber is not far from here, we will be there soon."

In the inner city of New Agonda, in the conference hall restored and transformed from a half-collapsed old factory facility, warm and soft lights are shining in a reception room, and Modil came here under the leadership of the Black Dragon Girl , And the dragon leader who has lived for a long time and accumulated a long knowledge that is unimaginable by mankind has been waiting here for a long time.

After entering the room, the black dragon girl with short hair and ears left quietly. Modil tidied up his mage robes a bit and walked towards the golden dragon that maintained a human form. Lifting his head on the table, the pale golden vertical pupil looked at the big adventurer wearing a black soft hat.

"Your Excellency Heragol, you are looking for me this time..."

Just halfway through Modil’s words, Herragor’s expression suddenly changed. The dragon leader suddenly got up, leaning forward and staring at the old mage, as if to examine the latter’s soul through this body. : "Master Modil, where did your soul go before?!"

Modil's words were swallowed, his astonishment lasted for less than half a second, and he realized that the powerful golden dragon in front of him must have seen something wrong from himself, and he himself was the first. Time reminded me of the weird encounters I experienced in the black and white space that seemed to be the shadow world not long ago, and his expression instantly became serious: "Your Excellency Heragol, did you find anything?"

"Your soul has a very obvious... foreign aura," Herragor stared into Modil's eyes, and the old mage's figure was reflected in the golden vertical pupils belonging to the dragon. A pale, vague soul was reflected, "Some power that does not belong to the real world has left a deep mark in your soul... But this power is fading fast, if you come a little later, I am afraid I can't see these traces anymore."

"Really?" Modil was stunned, and at the same time a little skeptical, "This shouldn't be...how could I not notice the problem with my soul..."

"I am afraid that the imprint has also interfered with your judgment, or the power behind the imprint is too weird, in your'mind corner,'" Herragor's expression did not relax at all, "Master Modil, what happened? What's up?"

"...I had a dream, and it may not be a dream. As you said, my soul may have briefly fallen into a different space similar to the shadow world," Modil thought for a moment, thinking that the dragon in front of him The leader didn’t have to plot himself on this kind of issue, and he had the intention to inquire about certain things from the other party, so he no longer concealed the weird "dream experience" and said, "Things." Just a few hours ago, I woke up from my dream and saw a barren wilderness full of gray sand and broken boulders, and a black and broken city ruin that seemed to be inaccessible forever...

"I also saw a figure as huge as a mountain sitting on a collapsed throne. The throne was built of unknown off-white materials. It looked like one with the surrounding sand and dust. The lower part of the throne resembled It is some kind of religious altar; the figure looks like a woman, wearing a black dress with invisible style and material, and gray-white cracks or lines with superimposed light and shadow wandering around her. I can't see her face clearly, but I can hear her voice...

"I also heard my own voice, but I can't see where the voice is coming from..."

In order to get help as much as possible, Modil described the things he remembered in great detail, and then added his brief "dream" on the boat. Herragor listened carefully by the side and did not fight from start to finish. Finally, until Modil’s narration finally came to an end, the dragon leader sighed softly and asked with a serious expression: "Before boarding the mechanical ship that departed from Beigang, you had never done anything like this. Experience, isn't it?"

"Yes," Modil knew what the other party was trying to say. "It can be considered that this phenomenon only appeared after approaching Tarrond."

"Similar to the black and white space of the shadow world, the boundless gray and white deserts, huge rocks... and the black city ruins that seem to be inaccessible forever..." Herragor frowned, whispering to himself, " The huge collapsed throne, and the altar structure below the throne..."

"Do you know where it is?" Modil couldn't help asking, "You have lived for nearly two million years. There should be nothing in this world that you don't know."

Herragor shook his head: "There is no true omniscient in this world, and even the eyes of God are limited. I have no impression of the place you describe, whether it is the real world or the shadow world, or those weird ones. Neither element nor the plane of the astral body has an environment that exactly matches it..."

Modil did not conceal the disappointment on his face: "Is that so... you don't even know it."

Herragor continued to shake his head: "Sorry, I can't help you in this regard, but I agree with your judgment-the environment in that place is very close to the shadow world, although there are still many unexplainable contradictions. But it definitely has a lot to do with the Shadow Realm, and..."

The golden dragon suddenly stopped, and the expression on his face became very weird-there was a little jealousy, a little suspicion, and more nervousness in the expression.

He raised his head and stared at Modil's eyes with unprecedented solemnity: "Can you describe again what that huge'lady' looks like?"

"Of course," Modil nodded immediately, and described the lady who seemed to be a **** he saw in "Dreamland" again. At the end he suddenly remembered something and added, "Yes, I still I remember that when he finally faced the terrifying and blasphemous monster, a weapon appeared in his hand. It was a scepter condensed from the gray-white cracks she walked around. It was half black and half white, and it had a very strong sense of existence. I can hardly take my gaze away from that thing..."

"Half-black and half-white scepter!?" Herragor's eyes widened in an instant, as if some kind of speculation he had just vaguely produced was suddenly confirmed. The dragon leader suddenly got up, and it took a few seconds before he felt conscious. When he felt his gaffe, he sat down slowly.

"It looks like you know the identity of that'lady'," Modil judged from the response of the other person. "What exactly I saw..."

"As you guessed, Master Modil, a deity," Herragor sighed softly, "but he is not the **** of this age... He has been missing for more than 1.8 million years. "