bookrandom Chapter 864 Dream Ritual
Chapter 864 Dream Ritual
At this time, the interior of the Darkland Fortress seemed to be in a state of alert, with guards everywhere, holding flintlock rifles and various powerful firearms.
But the strange thing was that when they saw Archbishop Edward, who was wearing a white priest robe and had an ethereal aura, walking towards them, all the guards seemed to have not seen him at all. They continued patrolling without looking around, ignoring him as he passed by them and went directly into the interior of the Darkland Fortress, to a downward staircase.
The staircase spirals downwards, with gas-powered street lamps hanging at intervals. It is about 40 meters deep.
After walking to the bottom, I found that the area below was unexpectedly vast. It was an extremely huge space with murals and traces of time on the walls.
If Zhou Ning or any player who has seen the opening CG of the first version were here, they would recognize this place.
It turned out to be the place where the evil god Nyastra was once sealed and imprisoned.
After the fall of Naiastola, Charles VIII preserved this place for some purpose and transformed it into a huge underground alchemy base.
In the very center of the underground, there is a huge and illusory tree that is half withered and half prosperous. It is locked in the middle with countless huge chains and extends directly to the infinite height.
The other ends of these chains were tied to alchemical barrels, each containing a floating human body. Druids, wearing intricately patterned robes and the emblem of the Church of the Goddess of Life, adorned with three leaves and a profusion of trees, and alchemists, dressed in Ruins-style alchemist robes, were busy at work. It was striking that most of these alchemists had undergone physical transformation, or, like Ignatius Woods, were half-depraved and half-awake.
It is obvious that these alchemists are from the Church of Craftsmen and Alchemists or the Life Alchemy Association.
Before seeing this scene, no one could believe it. These druids of the Church of the Goddess of Life were actually busy with the alchemists and occasionally had heated discussions.
Under the control of Archbishop Edward, a true church and a secret church cooperated seamlessly without any conflicts.
When Archbishop Edward entered, druids and alchemists knelt devoutly one after another, chanting the name of God. Strangely, each of them chanted a different name, yet they all accurately pointed to the same God and received a response from Him.
Archbishop Edward smiled peacefully, raised his hands slightly, and a burst of greenness enveloped everyone present. This was the life and fortune bestowed by the Goddess of Life.
The god walked through the crowd and continued to move forward. His steps seemed slow, but they were actually extremely fast. Surrounded by the believers and worshipped by them, he quickly passed through the entire base and arrived inside the base.
There, shrouded in a huge green light, was Charles I, wearing a tall crown, a small mustache, and an exaggeratedly long sword slung at his waist; and his right-hand man, Samuel Turner, the first generation patriarch of the Ice and Snow Family, guarding the entrance diligently.
They are all of the rank of Angel Kings and are ancestors of the Braxton royal family who walked into the world from dreams.
Archbishop Edward stopped and examined the light shield, as if measuring its power.
This is a great invention from Goodwin, capable of simulating the power of the Law, weakening the supernatural within the light barrier while enhancing reality. It's said to be able to curb the power of demigods to a certain extent. Within its range, a platoon of soldiers armed with flintlock rifles can make even supernatural beings nothing more than mortals with agility and strength. (As mentioned in Chapter 363)
"Is this the power of technology described in destiny?" Archbishop Edward muttered to himself, his kind and gentle face slightly shadowed.
A few seconds later, he stepped into the light shield and came to a large laboratory-like hall.
In front of rows of alchemy tables, Goodwin, wearing a hood with his face hidden in the hood, was busy with something. When he saw Archbishop Edward coming, he hurriedly put down what he was doing.
Before Archbishop Edward could speak, Goodwin bowed deeply to him and said devoutly:
"My Lord, the large-scale dream ritual centered on Darklan is about to be completed."
"Is there anything else you need to arrange?"
Archbishop Edward showed a warm smile:
"Make all preparations in advance and don't miss anything. Fate tells me that a religious war will soon begin."
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"From another world? A world without dangerous species, yet full of dangers?"
Esdeath couldn't help but open her eyes wide, looking at Zhou Ning in surprise and doubt. She instinctively wanted to question him, but when she thought of his god-like abilities and the language that was unfamiliar to her but she could understand, she couldn't help but believe it.
After struggling for six or seven seconds, she couldn't help but feel curious and asked in a cold voice:
"So what are you doing in this world? Do you want to conquer it? I can help you."
"I don't like owing favors to others. As long as you can make me strong enough."
"This... is indeed a born villain, always wanting to be the guide..." Zhou Ning couldn't help but complain in his heart, glanced at her, and said lightly:
"I am a missionary, I came here to spread the glory of our Lord."
"Missionary?" Esdeath tilted her head, looking confused.
At this moment, she noticed Zhou Ning reaching out his hand and grabbing at the air. He pulled out a book from somewhere, flipped it open, took a look, and then looked at her calmly.
“Where is your tribe? Take me there to see it.”
"Don't worry, I mean no harm."
"Okay." Esdeath agreed readily without pretense. Seeing Zhou Ning seemed a little surprised, she said calmly:
"This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. The weak will only become prey to the strong. And with the strength you have shown, it is easy for you to find the Bastes tribe. There is no need to ask for my opinion or explain it to me."
Zhou Ning, who was wearing a black windbreaker and a top hat, looked at her with some surprise and nodded in approval:
"You are very smart."
Esdeath showed a barely perceptible smile and followed Zhou Ning closely.
Neither party was a talkative person, and they walked in the silence of the ice field. As the Traveler Power was still cooling down, Zhou Ning did not deliberately use other teleportation props, maintaining a moderate pace.
Esdeath seemed very curious about the other world Zhou Ning mentioned, and occasionally asked a few questions:
"In your world, are you considered powerful?"
Zhou Ning nodded and replied expressionlessly, "I'm quite strong, but there are many who are stronger than me."
"What about me? Am I considered powerful in your world?"
Zhou Ning didn't say anything, but looked at her with a complicated and sympathetic look. He noticed that the other person's face quickly became depressed, after all, she was still young.
Honestly, after meeting Esdeath, Zhou Ning's original intentions had changed slightly. He had originally planned to follow Little Broken Book's plan and go to the empire in the center of the continent to preach. But his spiritual intuition told him that going to the Bastes tribe might be a better choice.
If possible, while still preaching, he would consider bringing Esdeath, an SSR-level hero from the Bastes Tribe, back to the Apocalypse World for training. Perhaps she could be a future angel. But this, too, would require testing. If it proved feasible to travel back and forth between this world, if not this time, then another time.