MTL - Sword of Daybreaker-Chapter 1485 Dream margin

The old mage's gaze was firmly nailed to the thick black book.

He was 100% sure that there was no such a book on this table and the book felt familiar to him. He couldn't find it in his memory, but he knew what the book was.

"So... I'm already in the meng," Modil whispered suddenly, as if talking to himself. The corner of his eye swept around and looked at the sea and coast outside the porthole, and these things are all right now. With normal colors, the familiar black-and-white gray tone does not seem to appear, "This time it seems that I did not enter the world of shadows..."

"We are on the most vague dividing line between reality and the meng state. You don't need to enter the meng, because the meng state will come to you, and you don't have to return to reality, because the reality is in the meng state," in that book There was a voice again. It was Modil's most familiar but inexplicable voice, "Only in this position can I talk to you without worrying about'leakage' or'diving'."

The old mage quietly stared at the **** book in front of him, and then said softly, "You are me."

"Yes," the voice of the Black Book with a smile, "you are me."

"I'm Modil." The old mage said softly.

"I'm Wilde." The Big Black Book also replied softly.

"It looks like we are all the same... We are all gradually regaining our'self'," Modil suddenly realized, "I have recently recalled something, and you...seems the same? This will continue to develop. What happened? We will become one?"

The Black Book did not make any response.

But Modil didn't care about it.

"So the four nautical miles offshore is not a'safe zone'. Even in this position, you will still be affected by the Violet Vision?" The old mage said straightforwardly, "Then the others on the ship..."

"There is no need to worry about them, the power of the meng realm has faded, and it will no longer drag people from the real world to the'other side'," Wilde said calmly, "It is only because we are special that we can proceed in this position. comminicate."

"You have been emphasizing the'meng state'," Modil frowned slightly, even though he knew that the "big black book" in front of him was actually his lost "half body", and he was actually talking to himself now. But a weird sense of alienation still lingers in his heart, so he finally decided to treat the "Wild" in front of him as another person, at least so that the conversation will be smoother, "So this entire violet kingdom is actually... …"

"It's a meng of Lady Night," Wilde said so naturally, this natural and frank attitude even made the old mage somewhat unexpected, "It can also be said that it is the formation of Lady Night's kingdom in the real world. The projection of...the projection and the ontology, the meng state and the reality, all these things that are so distinct to mortals, are actually not so clear in the vision of the gods, because they were born across the illusion and reality. The so-called'boundary'... is often just a cognitive problem for them."

"The entire Violet Kingdom is a meng of Lady Ye?!" Although he had already guessed in his heart, when this fact suddenly appeared in front of him, Modil was instantly caught in a great shock. He opened his eyes wide and looked. Looking at the book that theoretically belongs to his own "half-length", "Then countless people in the Violet Kingdom, those mages who have traveled in the mainland, those who have dealt with the Loren people, those who teach magic, and those who accept employment. ..."

"They are all part of the meng realm...but not," Wilde said lightly. "They have lived in this world, and they have left a real track in this world. They have their own emotions and anger. Sorrow and happiness also have their own thinking and cognition of the world... Violet is a meng, but this is only for the gods. Isn't the kingdom that once existed in this world a reality?"

Modil opened his mouth. All this is beyond his previous cognition. Even with the rich experience and accepting ability of a big adventurer, it is not easy to understand and accept this "knowledge". "Then they are now ..."

"They are back where they were supposed to go, but this is not a bad thing for them, although...it may be difficult for us to understand this."

Modil lowered his head slightly, as if he was thinking. It took a long time before he suddenly said, "Why do you mean Miss Ye mean to come to me?"

"Ms. Ye doesn't pay attention to these little things... At least she has no time to pay attention now," Wilde replied. There is a mountain of information that needs to be channeled. What happens on the margins of the meng border is not important. I came to you, just because you are here."

"Curiosity, and the motivation to satisfy curiosity, it seems that this is our common trait," Modil laughed, "but is it just to satisfy curiosity? If I guess right, from yours It shouldn’t be easy for'location' to come to the boundary between reality and meng realm, right? It takes such a lot of effort just to chat a few words?"

The heavy black book fell silent for a while, and after a few seconds, his voice rang again. "For the past hundreds of years, I have been with Ms. Ye by my side. Returning to reality, I told her many stories about travels and adventures. She is very curious about the world, but she is also quite bored because of being trapped in the meng state..."

"Speaking of the point," Modil raised an eyebrow, "I am not a person who talks a lot."

"...I can't make it up recently." Wilde sighed.

Modilton was stunned for a moment, and tentatively asked after a while, "...Is the urging too hard?"

"...Actually, I have always been confident in my creativity and imagination, but..." Wilde's voice sounded like he wanted to struggle a few more times, but in the end it turned into a long sigh, "... …Okay, it’s a bit. Ms. Ye is gradually waking up, and her attention to the real world is increasing day by day. As you can see, this long meng state has finally come to an end, maybe... my mission is about to end. "

Modil frowned slightly, and it felt weird to talk to a book, especially since the book was still his "half-length", this feeling was even stranger. After thinking for a long time, he finally made up his mind to say, "I actually heard the voice of the lady who stayed overnight... but I didn't expect him to be in a deep sleep."

"The'sleeping' of the gods is different from what mortals recognize. Their activities will still not stop in the sleeping meng, and next to a sleeping god, what you see may not be'real', that is very It may be just another level of deduction of the meng realm," Wilde's tone seemed to be smiling, and then he paused for a moment before he said casually, "You know what, actually... the gods treat their own realm There is a 100% perception of what happens inside."

Modil's breath was slightly choked, and his eyes were a little serious for an instant. Then he shook his head and asked very seriously, "What does Ms. Ye want to do? What plans does he have for the real world?"

"I don't know," Wilde replied frankly, "Although I have been by his side for centuries, he never mentioned his mission, he just said...time is not up. But there is one thing I do. To be sure, that is the'time' that he has been waiting for may finally be approaching. He is actively preparing for it, and even seems a little...excited about it."

Modil didn't make a sound. He just looked up out of the porthole suddenly, looking at the violet coast shrouded by night. On the land covered by the hazy night sky, the shadowy cliffs and tree shadows seemed to overlap each other, delineating one. The phantom meng, who was not real enough, just stared at it for an unknown amount of time before he suddenly said, "Should we go to the Violet Hinterland?"

"Do you want to go?"

Modil was stunned for a moment, and then gradually reacted, with a sincere smile on his face, "Of course, I'm an adventurer."

"Then go, there are still many things worthy of our witness."

A smiling voice came from the **** book, and the voice suddenly became a little ethereal. Modil saw a faint black smoke coming out of the cover of the book, and a transparent texture was quickly removing it. Covering, he realized that this "conversation" between reality and illusion was about to end, and he immediately agitated, and subconsciously spoke quickly, "Wait, I still have a problem! Those who were taken away, those in the thick fog Those who disappear, can they come back?"

The **** book on the seaman’s desk was so transparent that it almost disappeared, and Wilde’s voice was passed into the ears of the old mage like a misty whisper, "They have their own destiny, and everything does not have to be forced..."

"I have another question!" Modil saw that there was still a little shadow left on the table, so he asked the last question with a glimmer of hope, "Why does Ms. Ye create such a powerful meng state? Could it be that she is not actually in charge of the power of shadow, but the authority of the meng realm?! Is the identity of'Ms. Night' just a..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a very vague whisper in his ear, almost as indistinguishable as the murmur in a sleeping meng, but still understandable.

"He fell asleep..."

...

Kohaku opened his eyes suddenly.

She saw a gray-white sky, without stars and sun, only a hazy cloud and fog.

The dry and empty wind blew from a distance, rolling up the gray sand, and a rough touch came from the skin, which made her suddenly realize that she was not a familiar bed under her body.

In the next moment, she stood up like an agile bird, and her whole person turned from lying down to a cautious bowed posture, her eyes widened, alert to any movement beside her.

The place where she entered the eye was a grayish-white desert, and the familiar monotonous colors filled the earth and sky in her vision. The wind and sand rolled up, and the shadow and sand dust raised a dusty mist near the ground.

"Hey, I'm going!" In the next second, the Shadow Assault Goose suddenly covered its eyes and started rubbing vigorously, "Eyes, eyes...my eyes..."

A sigh of Ruoyouruowu suddenly came into her ears, making Kohaku's motion of rubbing her eyes suddenly stopped.

Shadow Assault Goose stared at the reddish eyes, trying to find the direction of the sigh, but soon she realized that the sound was directly in her mind, so she decisively gave up talking about this kind of "god and god." Phenomenon really worked in vain, and began to carefully pay attention to the movement around him while trying to find some familiar things in the field of vision.

She already knew where she was, after all, this was not the first time it happened.

This is the mysterious gray-white desert, and the theoretical shadow of the kingdom of God is here. This is the realm of Lady Night.

"I was sleeping on the bed a second ago..." After confirming the safety of his surroundings, Kohaku muttered and followed a certain feeling towards the towering sand dunes in the distance. "I haven't touched anything I shouldn't touch recently. Things, how come it is possible to be pulled in directly even after a night's sleep..."

She climbed the high sand dune, and as expected, the magnificent "throne" appeared in her vision.

The throne is still what she remembers. There are huge, altar-like structures guarding the surroundings. The huge stone pillars and broken walls are scattered around the throne. The gray sand and dust buried the once gorgeous and complex surroundings of the altar. The reliefs also bury the trails of former pilgrims.

Humber stood on the top of the sand dune and scanned the entire throne. Like last time, the throne was empty. She didn't see Miss Ye.

But she saw a long scepter quietly placed next to the throne. The scepter was black and white, and there was water-like light and shadow floating on its surface, faintly as if breathing with this endless gray desert. Such a connection, like the "axis" of this space, exudes a strong sense of existence.

Amber hesitated for a moment, and then stepped towards the throne to the sand dune. There is actually a long way from the throne, but in this place full of shadow power, she feels that every step she makes is as easy and quick as she can cross the space. , This is very similar to the feeling of manipulating the Shadow Walk in normal days, but there is a subtle difference, as if... She did not cross a long distance to the throne, but the throne is actively moving towards this with every step of her. The side is approaching.

In just a few moments, she came to the ancient altar where the throne was. The towering stone pillars and seats filled the field of vision like a hill, exuding an indescribable sense of oppression.

"...Wild?" After hesitating for a while, Kohaku called out a name and looked for the special stone pillar according to her memory. She still remembered that the stone pillar was on a small platform in front of the throne.

The last time she strayed here, she saw a **** book named "Wild" on the stone pillar. There is evidence that Modil Wild was cut out and stranded. In the "half body" of the Shadow Kingdom.

But the throne altar was empty, and there was no response from the great adventurer in the wind and sand.

"Is anyone there?" Kohaku hesitated for a while, then yelled boldly, "If there is no one, I will go shopping by myself!"

Then she waited in place for a while before nodding, "It seems that there is no one."

After saying this, she boldly walked to the throne at the top of the altar, and when she was halfway there, she finally found the special stone pillar in her memory. There is no trace of the **** book here.

"Ms. Ye is not here, and Wilde is not here...Where did all this go..." Amber murmured, she suddenly felt a little hairy in her heart, there seemed to be only one creature in this vast world, boundless loneliness and loneliness. The alienation came out like a bug, but she quickly shook her head and forced herself to calm down, "Probably walked, um, walked."

As she spoke, she had already come to the majestic throne.

Looking up, a part of the throne stands straight in the line of sight like a cliff, while the scepter leaning against the throne is leaning toward the sky from the end of the field of vision, which is particularly eye-catching.

After looking up for a few seconds, a bold idea suddenly appeared in the head of Shadow Assault Goose.

Do you want to climb up and take a look?

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