Sword of Daybreaker

The dark and sunken plains were illuminated by moonlight that should not have appeared. In the center of the world that had already ended, the upper narrator quietly prone on the spiral hills, and the divine arthropods still clung tightly to those The mountain rock condensed from historical fragments, the clear moonlight is like a veil covering this divine creature, and the bright moon is hanging directly above the hill.

Gao Wen looked up and looked at the giant spider.

He seemed to have died on the way to chase the moonlight.

Of course, it is impossible for him to chase moonlight. This sandbox world does not have a "moon" like the reality outside, but his attitude of climbing to the hillside and dying ... it really seems to be chasing something.

Magnum lifted his head, the upper narrator's arthropods blocked the moonlight, and cast a huge shadow around him. The irritable red-haired bishop narrowed his eyes slightly: "Cough ... it's spectacular ..."

"We have come to the real side of this world ... but what to do next?" Yuri could not help but asked, "The upper narrator is dead. Do you want to kill him again after he is resurrected?"

"His corpse is indeed here, but think about the" veil "that deceived us all, think about the spiders that attacked us," Gao Wen said without delay. "The life and death of the gods is a far cry He may be dead to the complex concept of mortals, but in a certain dimension, at some level, his influence is alive ... "

Gao Wen said very vaguely because some things were not even certain to him, but he did have some conjectures about the "life and death of the gods"-the gods of the real world had "dead" too, and the battle of the **** fleet The records and the bodies of the gods in the deep sea and the rebellious fortress can not be faked, but God still returns time and time again, and responds to the prayers of believers again and again. This is enough to illustrate one thing:

Even if a **** dies and the body is in front of you, he is still alive on some level.

Selina also looked up, carefully watching the huge spider wreck, and frowned slightly: "He seemed to be protecting something before he died."

Gao Wen looked up along Selina's gaze, and he saw extra thick spider silk intertwined between the arthropods of the upper narrator, and between the gaps of the spider silk, there seemed to be something faint.

It seemed like several "cocoons" entwined with spider silk.

The upper narrator seems to be protecting the "cocoons", and some of the arthropods are tightly contracted under the body.

"It's really protecting something ..." Gao Wen frowned and walked forward. "Perhaps those things protected by him are the key."

However, as he walked towards the spiral hill, an invisible wind suddenly blown across the barren plain. Among the dust and debris rolled up by the wind, Gao Wen et al. Stopped subconsciously and waited until this. The gust calmed down, and a figure did not know when it was standing not far ahead.

It was an old man in an old robe, tall and white, with a shabby lantern that seemed to have been in use for a long time.

Duvalt, who claims to be the priest of the upper narrator.

The expressions of Yuri and Magnum suddenly became solemn, and at the same time they noticed that the white-haired girl named “Naritir” did not seem to be beside the old man on the ground at the moment.

Duvalt walked from the wind, and his eyes fell on Gao Wen for the first time.

"I'm surprised," he said as he looked at Gao Wen, but his voice was no longer as kind and hoarse as it was at first, but with some sharp, hoarse tremor, as if his throat had rotten, and his voice blew from the broken flesh In general, "I've never seen an individual like you ... the information you brought almost polluted the whole story."

Gao Wen didn't make any response. He just took a step forward, and a dark red sword suddenly appeared in his hand. One step forward, he put on his body to fight seven hundred years ago. Heavy armor worn on the battlefield.

"Okay, this way of 'talking' is a bit more straightforward."

Duvalt, in a shabby shirt, looked at Gao Wen calmly looking at the sword without a word, speaking calmly, and then throwing away the lantern in his hands.

The fire light in the lantern went out instantly, but at the moment when the fire light burst, countless rising shadows suddenly escaped from the old body of Duvalt. Those shadows roared frantically, intertwined and swelled in the air, and blinked. Turned into a giant spider composed of ashes, smoke, shadows and dark red patterns, exactly like the upper storyteller who died on the spiral hill!

A weird roar sounded from the smoke, and the black spider with a divine pattern on his body raised an arthropod, blocking the hot long sword in Gao Wen's hands. The sparks scattered between the blade and the arthropod. Duvalt was no longer there. A human-like voice came from the spider's body: "Unfortunately, you, the sword that comes from reality, how can you endless nightmare ..."

Gao Wen clenched his long sword and stared calmly at those dark red eyes flashing in the smoke. A little illusory gleam spread on his blade: "How clever, I am also slightly proficient in dreamland. ... "

The surface of the Blazer's Sword erupted into an imaginary flame. At the last moment, it seemed like the indestructible spider's arthropod was cut into two parts in an instant. Wen's next attack and issued a series of chaotic inexplicable growls.

Gao Wen turned his wrist, and the sword crossed a semicircle next to him. He held the sword again in the next second, and asked, "Are you the upper narrator? Or his incarnation? Projection?"

"What is that girl named Naritiel?

"The gods are dead ... then where does the lingering breath come from?"

Facing the stormy attacks of Gawain, the spider-like "Duvalt" whispered and retaliated, and murmured with muddy noises: "Foreigners ... you have a lot of problems ..."

"Unfortunately, there is no answer in the nightmare!"

A thick layer of fog descended abruptly on the plain, and the thick mist instantly blocked everyone's senses. In the dark, only a ghost like a giant spider can be seen moving quickly in the fog, Yuri's hands spread out, constantly The outline of the golden runes strengthens the minds of all, while Magnum set off a powerful mental storm, constantly dissipating the nearby spiritual pollution. Selena held the lantern and watched the changes in the mist with caution, while watching In the direction of Gao Wen.

Gao Wen clenched his long sword in one hand, slowly glanced at the dense fog in front of him, and the huge spider ghost flickered in front of him, but he just took a half step back calmly and said without looking back: "You Here, Magnum, you return to the real world. "

...

Deep in the ground palace of the Hibernator's headquarters, there is a silence in the containment area on the ground floor, as if the entire palace has been shrouded in peaceful deep sleep.

Close to the ground floor assembly hall and in a separate containment room, Wendy, with a soft face and a quiet temperament, is sitting quietly on her bed, watching a white spider who knows where she comes from and is almost transparent , Watching it work hard at the corner of the net, watching it running around the ground.

Wendy's face was calm and her eyes were silent as if she had been staring at it for a century, and she planned to continue to do so.

Suddenly, she blinked, raising her head as if in a dream.

On the opposite side of the bed, the Siren Rune engraved with magical materials is quietly emitting a shimmer, with a strange power that is clear and sharp.

Wendy frowned suddenly.

Spiders ... Why are spiders in containment areas under strict control and cleaning regimes?

The archbishop stood up and subconsciously came to the spider that had netted in the corner of the corner. The latter was disturbed by her, and her long legs swayed quickly. She climbed up the wall quickly, and when she was halfway out of her way Disappeared before Wendy.

Wendy's expression instantly became serious.

She hurried to the iron door and patted it twice hard: "Mr. Guard, how is the situation outside?"

After a delay of one or two seconds, a muffled voice came from a spirit knight outside the door: "Everything is OK outside, Archbishop Wendy."

Wendy frowned, and quietly opened up the vision of the mind. In the hazy vision brought by the vision of the mind, through the heavy metal gate, she saw the spirit knight wearing a heavy helmet and armor standing in the corridor outside. guard.

Although she is not a good combatant herself, Wendy is more or less a priest-level clergyman. The protective doors and walls in the containment area cannot completely prevent her from spying.

"Mr. Guard," Wendy said with a slight light in his eyes, while watching the figure in the hallway outside the door softly, with a soft voice, "Is everything really normal outside?"

"Everything is fine outside, Archbishop Wendy."

The guard in heavy armor said in a sullen voice, but in Wendy's mind vision, he clearly saw that the other person slowly raised his right hand, with the palms lying sideways on his chest and the palms down!

Pollution from the upper narrator? !! When? !!

Wendy, who thought she was the first "soul song" to be contained by the upper narrator, was concealed and suddenly realized that everyone had been deceived by some illusion. Her hand was pressed there. On the icy metal gate, his eyes quickly drew down.

Thinking took only two seconds.

The next moment, she turned around, leaning her body against the wall next to the door, staring at the rune with magical power on the opposite wall, which could purify the spiritual pollution, and said in a clear voice:

"To the upper narrator, to our omniscient Lord--"

In the corridor outside the door, there was a sound of slight collision and friction between the guard armor, and it seemed to be listening in his side ears.

"Comrades, open the door," Wendy said quietly, controlling her heartbeat and breathing. "It's time for the Lord to come."

There was a moment of calm outside the door, and Wendy waited in the unbearable peace. Finally, she heard the voice of the spirit knight guard coming into her ear: "I see, wait a moment. Comrade, this is really good Message. "

Along with the sound of metal friction and collision, Wendy saw the iron door beside her slowly open, and then a figure in silver armor came in.

"Comrades--" said the figure.

Wendy suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed one of the other's arms, and then dragged and pulled the tall guard directly into the air and threw it half a circle, and even hit someone with a heavy armour on the side wall , The canned body armor, like a tin can, made a loud noise in the impact-哐 Dang! !!

Immediately after waiting for the opponent to land, Wendy once again bullied the body, overwhelming the spirit knight who still had consciousness and counterattack ability, and forced his hands over the opponent's head wearing a helmet to force the eyes covered by the double-faced armor. Contrary to his own eyes, he drank in his mouth: "Look at me!

"Psychological shock!"

A strong and good spirit resistance knight appears to be unable to fight back against such a close attack from a archbishop, and almost instantly faints.

After confirming that the guards were no longer able to fight back, Wendy let go of his hand and let the heavy helmet slam on the floor.

Then she stood up and turned towards the corridor.

But when she had just taken a few steps and was about to step out of the door, she suddenly stopped.

The warning from the bottom of her heart made her stop, and quickly remembered whether she had forgotten something important.

The next second, she turned back and saw the mysterious rune on the wall of the room that helped her step by step to break free from the spiritual pollution of the upper narrator.

She wasn't sure if she was still carrying pollution, or even if she left the room at this moment because of her own will or something else.

After hesitating for a while, Wendy took a breath and made a quick decision.

You must inform your fellow citizens in the upper area that the containment area is polluted! !!

(Mama yeah !!!)

(The energy is exhausted, the serenity of the dishes ...

The double change is over, then the single change is resumed. Actually, I did n’t save enough this time. The second chapter of these two days has been written now, and today I ca n’t keep up with my energy. It is a lot lower than when I first entered the industry. I do n’t have enough energy. Tenosynovitis seems to be ready to commit again. I can only go here.

Cultivate for a while, and then reprint the manuscript.

Finally idle is idle, ask for a monthly ticket! Please ask for the next month of this month, just in case. )