The sin of wearing a crown

Linn's consciousness has actually been swinging between wakefulness and confusion.

It was as if two forces were competing in his consciousness. One side wanted him to enter a dreamlike and wonderful feeling, while the other side wanted him to maintain a clear will. In this tug-of-war, the young gentleman in the middle state very subtly entered a defenseless state similar to drunkenness.

Where is this place?

He didn't ask who the other person was, or why I came here. Lin En, who retained the lowest clarity of will, followed the rules of the dream and raised his questions in the strange blur of clarity.

“This is a lot of space.”

The blurry and overall green figure stopped recording.

Another strange thing happened.

Although he could not see the other party clearly, at the moment of formal contact, Lin En's consciousness naturally recognized this green and graceful figure. The other party is a woman, an elf, beautiful and dignified. These three basic concepts came to mind along with the fluctuations of spirituality, causing Lin En's spirituality to change accordingly, echoing his own identity, male, human, gentle and kind, this kind of The silent self-introduction is quite interesting.

"What?"

Linn felt that he should be laughing. He thought what the other party said was incredible.

What is it called, there are many places here. Shouldn't it be that many places point to this? At least in this case, it makes sense logically.

"I can sense your doubts. This is a corner of the ruins of the old empire, and it is also the [Torch Tomb]. At the same time, it is a place where all the things in the outer world and the star world that are heading towards death but do not want to die stay. We are hiding here , has been waiting to welcome the arrival of one human being after another.”

The graceful elf waved her hand gracefully, and the next moment she took Linn away from the huge stargazing machine and arrived at the end of the vast sky.

Standing here, you can clearly see the gray world beneath your feet.

It happened that the prominence stopped, the silver atmosphere was no longer diffuse, and the whole silent land was so heart-stopping at a glance. It was only then that Linn realized that they had been in the tree all along. Strictly speaking, it is like a transparent dewdrop hanging on a giant tree, or a glass bead that is biased towards the hemisphere.

A castle made of trees?

Love Tully...

Lin En just remembered something, and the fuzzy feeling that hit him made him confused for a while, and he could only speak subconsciously following the chaotic thoughts.

"Am I dead?"

"It depends on how you define death. If you think you were completely different from the person you were last second to the person you are now, then you are indeed dead." The elf answered Linn's question very thoughtfully, but this thoughtfulness revealed A kind of procedural coldness, she was just answering.

Lin En thought he should grin again, this elf is really interesting.

It's a pity that he can't see the other party clearly.

"You said this is [Juling], I remember [Juling] is a god... Is [Juling] alive?" In order to organize this problem, Lin En spent a lot of time when he could only use instinctive thinking. Big energy.

He must be completely stupid now, speaking slowly and thinking slowly like an idiot. He tried very hard to go faster, but this place was like a confused dream, he couldn't move faster at all, and he couldn't use any strength.

"It used to be." The elf replied calmly.

"once?"

"'Where does Ju Ling come from? This is a question.' This sentence comes from the mouth of you human ascendant. And my answer is, 'The sun falls, the gods sing, and the gold arrives.', [Ju Ling 】 was once alive, but since a god hatched from his existence, he has become silent. It is with the help of his silence that we can maintain the balance of Avalon. "

The elf was whispering an unknown history to Lin En. With a wave of her hand, the starry sky that was originally completely dark was suddenly filled with golden cracks, as if there was an extremely powerful light source behind the dark dome. , is exuding its own brilliance wantonly.

"I, I, I..."

Linn's mind got stuck when accepting so much information.

He seems to be mentally retarded here, knowing that these news are very exciting, but his mind just can't handle it. His sharp mind is severely weakened here. The only good thing is that the memory palace is still running.

He actually had many questions to ask her. After [Ju Ling] died, did he still have some kind of power? Which god was hatched from [Juling]? She also knows about [Eternal Sun]?

"It is extremely difficult for God to die completely. Even if he is forgotten, God still needs to look up to him. For you, it is too late, but I have to tell you some information, so that you can remember it clearly."

The elf who didn't say his name was still very calm.

There was no contempt or impatience, just a strange calmness and rationality, as if standing here and talking was something that should be done without emotions.

"Why? Tell me this."

Lin En gave up using this bad state to process the complex information involving the secrets of Zhengshen. He was like a computer with a 3080 graphics card that was suddenly switched to integrated graphics. It was difficult to operate. If you have trouble thinking about it, just write it down first. This is definitely true.

"This is the program." The elf walked casually, like a bird or a butterfly.

"Please speak more clearly."

"As it is sung in the epic, the sky is above, and before a legend begins, there are always extraordinary omens." The elf's words were really sung, from the song that flowed from the desperate situation of the valley, trickling It is touching and proves that every elf is an artist who can sing and dance well.

Only then did Lin suddenly realize why he felt so obscure.

From the very beginning.

The elf in front of him did not speak Common Language, nor was it the language used by extraordinary people such as [Mullan]. She was speaking a very ancient language, which he had once heard mentioned by the language genius Aitali. It was the language of the city-states living in the ancient Albion region more than a thousand years ago, which can be traced back to before the Shuojin era.

The reason why I can understand it is because he is in a dream, he is here, and he understands it naturally, just like running a software and it will start.

Before Linn could digest the poem, the elf spoke again.

"The omen, the revelation has been given. We will meet again soon. You should be able to adapt to Avalon next time. Human, thank you for making the effort to talk to me." Although he was saying thank you, the elf was still calm. The tone of voice makes one feel no trace of gratitude.

The blurry dream world finally hit Lin En hard.