Sword of Daybreaker

Benadido, who maintains his own projection with firelight, stares at Nash Nalt, the last ruler of the Violet Kingdom, the last "stayer" after the end of the dream, the powerful mage standing in front of him. The king stood quietly under the night sky, and the distant starlight penetrated his somewhat illusory figure, forming a hazy and dim glow around his body.

This radiance is the blessing that the Lord of Night descends—the tolerant ancient **** allowed the last dream dweller to continue to be willful, allowing a citizen who should have returned to his hometown to stay at the border of the dream, which is not for the powerful gods. What cost, but Benadido always feels...Nash has a place for him to go, and it is not wise for him to just rely on it in the real world.

"Everyone has awakened from their dreams, and the Lord of the Night is gradually returning. Isn’t it good to return to the night?" Bernadette looked at the other side and couldn’t help but continued, "The night is your hometown. There is a warm and eternal long night in the country. For the shadow residents who have awakened from their dreams and remembered their own essence, it should be more comfortable to live'over there'..."

"Perhaps, I will probably go back someday, but the time is not here, after all, you know...it’s easy to go back, but it’s not that simple to come back again," Nash finally exhaled, smiling slowly. Speak slowly, "And don't you think it's good for me to stay here? At least someone will cooperate with you to tinker with those'castle ghosts' drama..."

"Ha..." Benadido sighed, her voice sounded a little weak, "Don't you really think that a'Tarling' will have the feeling of loneliness? I don't know how much I run in this high tower. Years and months, it’s not that there has been a time when it was set to standby. If you are really because of this boring reason, then forget it. Going back early can make the Lord of the Night worry less about snacks-everyone is home. You are here alone, and he will scold you for a long time."

Listening to Bernadette’s babble, Nash just smiled and hugged his arms, and waited until the other party had no words, then said slowly: "Then you don’t have to worry about it. With the mind of an ancient god, the lady is not Regarding such trivial matters, my stay here for centuries is nothing more than an ups and downs of a small dust for him-but the ups and downs of a small dust are enough to make a mortal choose a bold and interesting section that no one has ever thought of. Life. Besides..."

As he said, he looked at Bena Dido with a smile but a smile: "You don't have to be so magnanimous. On the day when the news of the lady's return came, with the surging fog of the whole territory, more than half of the entire city of a thousand towers 'S magical organs have been in chaos for more than three hours, and no one can find out the cause, but I have always monitored this tower. It is obviously that you are down..."

Benadido suddenly opened his eyes, "Didn't we stop mentioning this matter once we've said it!"

"Well, I won't mention it... I don't understand. Now there is no one else here," Nash said while surrendering, raising his hands, and then shook his head, "That's it, the Violet Kingdom is the proudest in history. The creation of, and the last ruler of the Violet Kingdom, we stay here together, maybe decades, maybe centuries, maybe longer, at least when someone visits here, we can tell them that there was once here. The mortal kingdom existed..."

Benedetto thought for a while, with a happy expression on his face: "Oh-the ancient kingdom lost for a hundred years, the forgotten castle shrouded in shadow, the hollow armor and attendant robe swaying in the empty city, and An ancient tower spirit that continues to operate, and a ghost king trapped in a high tower chattering, ignorant adventurers step into it, hear the forgotten history from the tower spirit and the king, and then take the treasure and Returning with glory...it’s a good story, I like your idea."

"I'm not the idea!" Nash opened his eyes suddenly, "And when did I become the ghost king trapped in the tower? The lady blessed me just to ensure that I can maintain stability in the real world. I think it’s okay to go out... at least it’s not a problem to walk around the dark court?"

Benadido just smiled and looked at Nash with an annoyed look. After a few seconds, he said leisurely: "The original'Prince Nash' didn't speak like this..."

"The original Benedetto would not jump out of the fire, let alone direct the unmanned armor in the warehouse to walk around the corridors and terraces," Nash shook his head, "I can only say Our previous life was so boring."

"Actually, it's very boring now-I have never seen this city so quiet," Bernadette said casually, her illusory figure slowly drifting to the edge of the platform, in the former guarding the "Eye of Night" The edge of the steel fence stopped, and the probe looked at the urban area that spread indefinitely in the dark, "Looking at this city, I thought of the wild problems raised by some random scholars among humans... Someone once assumed every one of them. Dreams are a real world, and these dream worlds are all visitors who strayed into it. Those scholars are very curious about whether the dream world is still running and what will become after those stray visitors have left. Looks like...you see, we have the answer before our eyes."

"As a towering spirit, your imagination is sometimes too rich," Nash sighed and shook his head. "You can't compare the dreams of gods with the mere fantasies of mortals, not to mention the entire city of a thousand towers. It’s just a lady’s dream, but also a product of the overlap between the border of the kingdom of God and the real world. In fact, if the pollution suddenly appeared hundreds of thousands of years ago, there would be no residents in this city at all, or even What is the violet kingdom in the dreamland..."

"Yeah, there won't be any Violet Kingdom, and there won't be me this'the most proud masterpiece of the Violet Man'," Bernadette said casually, "So in a sense, I should be grateful for that. Polluted'uninvited guests'-although you and others seem to be very angry when you suddenly realize the pollution and deceit in the long past..."

Nash shrugged and did not respond to Benadido’s last utterance. He just turned around and stood side by side with the "Proud Masterpiece of the Violet Kingdom" on the edge of the Eye of Night platform, long and silent in the night breeze. Standing there.

"You said... Will more people visit this night-shrouded city in the future?" Bernadette said suddenly, "I'm not talking about those explorers who are invited, but more ordinary people. …Do any adventurers have the guts to walk through the dense shadow forest on the island and come to this gloomy and lonely city to explore the memories of the ancient kingdom?"

"I don't know, anyway, from the perspective of the present, it is not easy for ordinary people to go through the long night in the dense forest to reach the depths of the Violet Island. Not everyone is like the'great adventurer'. With infinite courage and enthusiasm to explore such a lost country... What do you ask this for? Isn’t this beginning to feel lonely?"

"How could Taling have such emotions—I just wonder if you can bear the loneliness of centuries. Don't forget that you just boasted about going to Haikou, and you have to stay with me for many, many years in this empty city..."

Under the bright starry sky, a night wind blew across the upper platform of the dim court. The guardrails and pillars that once surrounded the Eye of Night whimpered in the wind, and the bonfire was shaking. The last two remaining in this ancient kingdom again They started a new round of disputes-arguing about who would feel lonely first, arguing about who would regret the impulsive decision when waking up in the dream, arguing that after centuries of years passed, this dream was born because of a mistake. Will the kingdom be remembered? Will there be some legends left in the world...

At the same time, a sigh suddenly sounded in the endless gray-white desert far away from the world of shadow gods. This sigh reverberated between heaven and earth, making the entire sand sea silent for a moment, and then the disorderly wind rolled up again, The sand and dust undulated in the air like mist, clustering around the towering throne that stood between the sky and the earth.

At the top of a stone pillar in front of the throne, the heavy black book suddenly opened and closed slightly. Wilde looked up at the cloud-like figure on the throne, and his voice came from the book: "Madam, why do you suddenly sigh ?"

"It's not a big deal," Ms. Ye's voice fell from the sky, with a pair of amber eyes overlooking the desert below in the dim shadow, "It's just that I suddenly found the one I accidentally created with a dream.' A guy with a very strange sexual addiction appeared in the kingdom... It turns out that he is unwilling to'return' because of this."

Hearing what Ms. Ye said in the usual lazy tone, Wild was stunned. He repeatedly confirmed whether he had heard it wrong several times, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Madam, you just said... What is it?"

"Volume VI, Chapter IV, Article 12." Ms. Ye said casually.

Wilde: "...Huh?"

The adventurer is full of question marks (although he no longer has a head), and has no idea what this awesome ancient **** is talking about—I wonder if it is an illusion, since the last time he flipped through the pages of his book, this ancient Gods are a little weird, mainly in that they occasionally pop up some weird words, or suddenly ask themselves some weird questions... He doesn't know how to deal with it!

This is not the same as being asked to tell stories in the past. Storytelling is somehow related to his professional experience. It takes a bit of brain (although he does not have any brains) to make up and make up. It can be paid for, anyway, Ms. Ye does not choose. The logic and details inside, but now the strange vocabulary and weird questions that the ancient **** pops up from time to time, he doesn't know how to answer it. To exaggerate those things, they listened to the indescribable whispers that emerged from another world. Like, sometimes he doesn’t know how those words compose a phrase...

However, Ms. Ye obviously didn't care what the adventurer was struggling with. She just leaned on her throne and pondered for a while, then suddenly asked without a word: "Mr. Adventurer, you are a mage, right? "

"Yes, ma'am," Wilde replied immediately, thanking that Madam finally started to ask some normal questions, "Before I became an adventurer, I was a fairly powerful mage first, regarding the magical realm..."

"Will your mage fall in love with spirits created by magic? For example, tower spirits or magic puppets," Ms. Ye said from the sky, "or fall in love with the magic mirror and the phantom of the opposite **** on the parchment. …"

Wilde immediately felt that he was fortunate early just now—how could Ms. Ye’s strange symptoms get worse and worse?

The great adventurer was a bit entangled, and after organizing for a long time, he said with difficulty: "This...I don't know how you saw the group of'mages', although many of us are too obsessed with magic research and are considered weird by others. , There are even some spellcasters who have mental problems due to the sequelae of the spell test, but in general, our group’s orientation towards the opposite **** is still normal. At least I will not be wrong about the illusions on the parchment and the magic mirror. Thoughts..."

Wilde was a little embarrassed when he finished speaking. He didn't know whether his answer satisfied Ms. Ye. He waited for several seconds before he heard the other party's voice from above: "It seems that your purity is still not enough. Ah, Mr. Adventurer."

Wilde's cover was dumbfounded: "Pure...Pure? Madam, I don't quite understand..."

"Volume 5, Chapter 3, Article 4."

Wilde: "...Huh?"

"No, it's nothing," the voice from the throne seemed hesitant. "I just noticed something suddenly. I seemed to underestimate the impact of the message from the'side' after the establishment of the'anchor.' But this is not a big deal. I was originally a part of me, and now it's just returning. Compared to these...it seems like it's time to do something business."

As the last words fell, on the towering throne, the cloud-like figure slowly raised its head. Madam Ye got up from the throne, and one hand picked up the black and white scepter that was leaning against the throne before. His hand pointed at the dust in the distance.

In an instant, a grand storm swept across the desert, and the incalculable gray-white dust formed a whirlpool of astonishing scale in the air. Then the whirlpool gradually tilted and adjusted to become a vertical over the desert like a tunnel. Giant rift!

Wildeben wanted to ask Ms. Ye again about the "reflow" in her mouth, but he was suddenly taken aback at this moment, and then he reacted, watching the vortex in the desert while watching the movement. Asked: "You finally want to... start?"

"It took some time for the anchor generator to reset the mode, but fortunately, the things left by the sailor are not so easily damaged," Ms. Ye said casually, and in the desert in front of the throne, there was a trail of shadowy sand and dust. Fissures are also gradually forming, and it reflects the scene of a distant country—amidst the violently shaking blurred lights and shadows, you can vaguely see the rich fertile fields, the clear rivers and the gardens shrouded in the dome. Thanks to the activities of certain little guys in the Sky Station, and the efforts of mortals to "untie" the soul stamp in the world, this preparation process went smoother than expected."

While speaking, Ms. Ye picked up the scepter in her hand. She slowly walked down the throne and walked towards the fissure where the light and shadow shone in the distance. Behind her, on the surface of the towering throne, there are countless mysterious and complex lines. Then it gradually lights up, and quickly connects to become a whole.

That is the totem pattern engraved on the surface of the "anchor generator" located deep in the sky station!

(End of this chapter)

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