Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 198: Dreams on the Sea
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"On April 22, we are going to go in there and explore the abyss."

"On April 23, we followed the dark ocean, penetrated the liquid-like fog, and arrived at the monster-like mountain. Behind it was endless black fog that seemed to cover a continent."

"But if you look down at the bottom of the mountain, you'll feel like there's no end, no limit. I joked at the time that if I jumped off the cliff to commit suicide, I might never reach the ground, but would just keep falling."

The next day, a new Monday, a new tarot session.

Before reading the three pages of Roselle's diary this week, Klein was confident that he would not be frightened by anything after having seen uniqueness, level 0 seals, and even true gods. However, he was proven wrong.

This time's diary entry is actually connected to the previous "I Saw the Abyss"!

Seeing this, Klein almost raised his eyebrows. He couldn't believe that after seeing the abyss, Roselle dared to organize his knights and sailors to explore the border area.

“Isn’t he afraid of death? Rumor has it that it is a place that will corrode everything and cause all living beings to fall! At this stage, Roselle is definitely not at Sequence 4, and is not a demigod. He is at most Sequence 5, or maybe even lower… If it were me, I would definitely turn the ship around immediately and report to the church…” At this moment, Klein once again deeply realized how huge the gap between him and Roselle was.

In addition, Roselle's description of the border of the "abyss" reminded Klein of the mysterious stone door in Amon's Tomb. After it was touched by the "doll" of Archbishop Horamick of the Church of Steam and Mechanics, it presented a similar scene.

I wonder what Russell will find there... At least he didn't die from this exploration, and he lived a wonderful life afterwards... Klein lowered his gaze and read the rest of the diary page:

“On April 24, we descended along the mountain and tried to go deeper.

"The thick black fog is cold and slippery, as if it can penetrate flesh, blood and soul. Haha, fortunately, some items on the Black Throne can effectively resist this corrosion, otherwise I suspect that my Apocalypse Knights and I will all become members of the Franca Dance Troupe."

"It's very quiet here, we didn't find anything."

"On April 25, we saw the demons, but all that remained of them were rotting corpses."

"Behind the jagged black rocks, beneath the mud that can hardly be called a road, in various normal and unimaginable places, there are different demon corpses.

"It was as if they had suffered the same death at the same moment."

"It's unbelievable. I saw plants in the abyss. Before I got closer, I didn't even think it was a dead tree. After all, there was a hole like an eye socket on its trunk. I thought it was being stared at by something at first. This plant, which was probably once a tree, is not alive at all. It grew from a rather large demon corpse, and its surface is covered with blood."

"It's strange. I thought it was the remains of a tree, but my knights insisted that it was a monster. Their determination almost made me doubt whether there was something wrong with my eyes and cognition."

"April 26th, either corpses or silence, there is no end in sight.

“Those items on the Black Throne are beginning to show signs of corrosion.

“I have rarely felt scared in recent years, but here, the fear of the unknown is like an invisible hand, tightly squeezing my heart.

"We must leave! We must return! We cannot stay any longer!"

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The eighth day into the Sea of ​​War of Gods.

It was probably the eighth day. Because the clock had stopped long ago, I could only rely on my intuition and biological clock to judge the passage of time.

The Death Announcement was sailing quietly, and the deck was extremely silent. Several disasters and distress had consumed the Extraordinary people and ordinary people below Sequence 7 on the ship, causing Agaritu to start worrying about the problem of building materials.

There were still eight adventurers left, and more than twenty crew members of the Death Announcement. The ship, which could accommodate 100 to 130 people, was now very spacious, spacious enough for a hunter named Anderson to play court badminton invented by Emperor Roselle with Gilchies on the deck.

"Captain!" Gilchias seized every opportunity to try to shake Agaritu's ruling position. "Are you going to let these captives walk around and have fun on the respected 'Death Announcement', and even disrespect your majesty?"

"..." Agaritu said, "No, this is good."

"Exercise more and exercise your muscles to make your meat more firm and delicious, so that it will be chewier when you offer it to the Death Announcer." He patted the second mate on the shoulder and encouraged him perfunctorily, "Come on, try to integrate yourself with the Death Announcer as soon as possible."

Probably because of this, a rumor spread among the crew that "the loser of the game would be sacrificed to the 'Death Report'", which set off a competitive trend on the ship. However, where there are Beyonders, there will be small groups. Even if more than half of the remaining people died, they would not unite to fight to a draw and survive. Before the competition even started, there were already black whistles and malicious competition. Agaritu was so annoyed by the frequent complaints and cliques that he could not concentrate on his work, so he had to personally sacrifice the two small group leaders he admired the most to prove that this was indeed a rumor.

——Anyway, He already has the opportunity to enter the land forsaken by God, so what’s wrong with me slacking off?
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After finishing his unpaid chores for the day, Anderson Hood, who was temporarily a captive and a slave, stretched out in the midday sun. Although it was about one in the morning and the sun seemed to be getting brighter, he still felt very comfortable because he had always been receptive and mentally strong.

He planned to find a dark spot on the boat to take a nap. After all, there were dangers everywhere in this sea area that could only be avoided by sleeping or dreaming, and you never knew when you might encounter them.

"Hey, isn't this Lao Sa?"

Walking out of the cabin, Anderson excitedly greeted the person next to him: "You finished early today too?"

What answered him were waves of gasps as if he was having difficulty breathing. The Beyonder, whose throat was tightly gripped by the rope of the winch, had his eyes rolled up and one hand was tremblingly stretched out in the direction of Anderson, while his limbs kept twitching.

"Old Sa, you are so unlucky. You caught the 'Death Call' and you want to have a midnight snack."

"Alas, I am just an ordinary little hunter. How can I save you from the great 'Death Announcer'? All I can do is leave quickly, otherwise I will be buried with you..."

Anderson sighed, but did not move a step. Instead, he looked at the extraordinary person opposite him with a malicious smile.

The Beyonder was about to suffocate to death, but he happened to be a sailor, and with his throat already blocked, he managed to hold on until now with his breath-holding ability. Seeing that Anderson wanted to watch him die without helping, the sailor, whose face had turned red and purple due to suffocation, reached into his arms with a violently trembling hand, and tremblingly pulled out a silver-white but rusty chain.

"Oh my, how can this be so embarrassing!"

Seeing this, Anderson's smile was sincere. He wiped the sweat from his head, pulled his collar, reached out and grabbed the rusty chain and pocket watch. He opened them happily, looked at the diamond-encrusted numbers hidden inside, and then walked out.

"The captain said that we all cherish the materials and will need them in the future. Maybe he is willing to let you go. I will go and talk to him. You wait a moment, you must hold on!"

The sailor who was strangled began to foam at the mouth and nodded with difficulty in the rope.

Anderson took a few quick steps and felt himself sweating and getting hotter.

He took a few more steps and felt the air in front of him become distorted. The sun seemed to be right above his head, and there was no shadow around him. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but the "Death Announcement" seemed to be emitting black air.

"What the hell, why is it so..." Anderson wiped the sweat off his back. He suddenly understood.

He lowered his head hastily, enduring the burning sensation on the back of his neck and back. For a few seconds he suspected that he had caught fire. After a full twenty seconds, the sky suddenly darkened and the sun disappeared. Anderson waited for several more seconds before raising his head again. He vaguely saw a point of light disappearing in the distant horizon, and the area around the point of light was daytime.

Anderson touched his burning head with lingering fear and turned to look in the direction of the winch.

The rope was burned and coiled limply on the floor. The captured sailor had disappeared, and there was a black oil stain on the ground and the capstan, which looked like a person when put together.

"Alas, poor old Sa, may he find peace in the kingdom of the Lord of Storms." Anderson muttered to himself, and then smiled again, "I will take your relics for you. Don't worry, I will definitely keep them well."

He waited there for a while, until a blue crystal gradually appeared next to the black stain of humanity, and there seemed to be crystal liquid flowing slowly in it, like a calm sea.

Anderson picked up the extracted extraordinary characteristics, shook his head and clicked his tongue a few times, then quickly ran to the deck, held the extraordinary characteristics in both hands and presented them to Agaritu, who was staring at the stars in the sky.

The hunter felt sorry in his heart - it seemed that the captain must have lowered his head to avoid the sun just now.

At the same time, after careful observation and exploration for many days, he found that the "Undying King" was cold-blooded as rumored, but also a person with a strong desire to communicate. Therefore, Anderson, relying on his identity as a sea adventurer, racked his brains to use some extraordinary events he had personally experienced during sea explorations and his rich knowledge of the Sea of ​​Gods to gain temporary safety.

"What are you looking at?" Anderson asked boldly.

Agaritu's thoughts were interrupted - he was calculating, looking down from the high sky, where he and the "Death Announcement" should be now, and how far away they were from the coastline of the God-forsaken Land - Anderson's act of taking the initiative to talk to him made him believe even more that he was a kind, democratic, and open-minded captain, so much so that even spare building materials could exercise subjective initiative and choose their own cause of death.

Anderson keenly realized that he seemed to have spoken at the wrong time, and quickly said:

"Dear Captain, based on my experience, we are about to enter a dark sea."

Agaritu postponed Anderson's death in his heart. After saying these words, he reluctantly turned his head and looked at Anderson and the extraordinary characteristic of "Wind-loving One" in his hand.

"Go on."

Anderson Hood knew that he had probably walked around the gate of life and death, and felt his shirt, which had not yet dried, become soaked again. But he raised the corners of his mouth, controlled his emotions, and said in a confident and determined tone:

"Many seas in the God War Ruins have mysterious dreams, and the rapid switch between night and day is a precursor to entering these seas, because dreams are shrouded in darkness and must be avoided by sleeping."

Dreams... the power of the night, the secrets... Agaritu spoke succinctly: "If I don't sleep, I will disappear forever?"

"Yes."

The hunter wanted to compliment him, "You are so smart," but the words that came to his lips didn't sound right, and were full of sarcasm, so he finally chose to keep silent.

Agaritu unfolded the treasure map he had at hand and took a look at it.

"This sea area and dreamland are also marked on your route," he said. "After passing here, you will soon reach the island where the treasure you are looking for is buried."

Uh... are you actually interested in this treasure map whose authenticity is unknown? Anderson couldn't figure out what the devil meant, but guessed that the death of himself and his crew might be getting closer, and his palms were sweating. Then, the sweat was instantly evaporated into water vapor by the hunter's high body temperature. Anderson smiled calmly and said:

"I heard that it is a relic with buried treasure, and it is related to the legendary 'God-forsaken Land' in the East Continent."

No, this is most likely a pilgrimage route. It is not a treasure site, but an archaeological site... Along the way, there are many sea ruins that are built according to human body specifications. The height of each step is no more than 30 centimeters. The platforms used for rest and the occasional ships are all human-like. There are also faintly visible cross signs, and at the very least, they are elves of similar size.

The language traces carved on the pillars include the rudiments of the ancient giant language and the ancient dragon language. In ancient times, this route should have been a safe route for the outside world to the East Continent, the human kingdom of the ancient sun god. It was full of dangers because of the war between gods...

If you continue along this route, you will most likely come across ancient human stopovers.

Those artifacts, ancient records or murals, and metal objects that may have been left behind as road signs are indeed treasures.

Agaritu compiled all the information he had seen and heard along the way into a compressed package in his mind and sent it to Edward through the internal line. Anderson saw that he was ignored and did not dare to continue talking. He racked his brains to think of any other information that could be used to buy his life.

At this time, the light in the sky had completely disappeared, and it was completely shrouded in thick darkness.

In just a few words, the sky over the Sea of ​​War of Gods changed from noon to midnight. The change was so fast and so abrupt that the pirates who came here for the first time were clamoring to light fires and lamps.

"Go down." The pirate captain waved his hand, "and cross this sea."

Anderson felt as if he had been pardoned. He immediately placed the Wind Blessed Traits on the square table beside the captain, then skipped to a flat and clean area on the deck. He wrapped his coat tightly, leaned against the barrel, and closed his eyes comfortably.

A few seconds later, the filthy word "Sleep" rang in everyone's ears, and the sound of people falling to the ground was heard continuously.

Soon, even the "Death Signal", which could not dream, restrained its spirit, slowed down and moved eastward.

Agaritu also closed his eyes, letting his spirit and mind fall silent, simulating the feeling of "sleep". After an unknown amount of time in the chaos, he suddenly woke up and found himself lying flat on the ground, with a dusky sunset-like sky above him.

Is this what the dream was about?

The power of dreams filled this place, and Agaritu felt that he was somewhat confused. His brain seemed to have turned into glue, and it was as if a huge rock was hanging on his back. It was very difficult to move or think.

He sat up and noticed that he was lying on a large flat rock. He looked straight ahead, his pupils shrinking slightly.

In front of the huge rock is a cliff with no visible bottom, and opposite the cliff is a mountain covered with countless palaces, high towers and majestic walls.

Those buildings are magnificent and gorgeous, stacked up and surrounded. Each one is extremely huge, not like a place where humans live. When combined together, there is an indescribable sense of epic, miracle and myth.

The sun hung far away, casting the colors of dusk on the city, and the light seemed frozen.

"Twilight... Giant, this is... from the Feysac myth..." Agarito tried to cheer himself up, but soon found himself sadly unable to resist the hypnotic effect of the dream.

Looking around, the crew appeared in many different places, doing their own things, which looked very funny.

Anderson seemed to be very active, exploring a small area around him.

In a last effort, he tried to contact Edward Vaughn in his dreams and sent a request to let Him temporarily take over this strand of his consciousness to conduct exploration.

——To put it simply, it means letting the data of "Edward Vaughn" temporarily cover yourself.

Fortunately, the inner line is open around the clock, and Edward has been paying attention to the situation in the God War Sea.

He approved the application, fell asleep in the outside world, and then quickly transferred over through mystical connections. The image of Agaritu in the dream was quickly modified, and his appearance and clothes were constantly changing and reorganizing. Soon, Edward Vaughn yawned, stood up from the boulder swiftly, and looked into the distance.

"It turns out to be the real Giant King's Court."

"It's hidden in the dream? No, no, it's in the real world, but we can't see it."

"This pointed corner is exactly the same as one of the roofs of the Dusk Palace. Perhaps the designer or ancestor who built the Dusk Palace had also seen the Giant King's Court in the dream."

Edward muttered to himself happily. He changed his position on the boulder a few times like a tourist who had just arrived at a scenic spot and wanted to take pictures. He found the best angle and formed a rectangular frame with the thumbs and index fingers of both hands, aiming at the Giant King's Court: "Click!"

Finally, He jumped down from the boulder and came to the edge of a bottomless cliff.

"In dreams, cliffs should have other mystical meanings."

"Uncrossable, dangerous..."

"The real Giant King's Court was not destroyed in the war. It is on the other side of the cliff. This is the ruins of the Gods' War, a dangerous sea area, and also a barrier that hides the East Continent. The cliff is likely to symbolize this place! And on the other side is the East Continent."

Edward muttered to himself and thought about it, fully enjoying the fun of archaeology and tourism in this huge and magnificent dream. At this time, a pirate running around just walked up to him, and stood a few meters away, looking at the Giant King's Court in the distance with the same expectation.

Edward was slightly stunned, and then he understood - collective dream? This sea area is everyone's dream! - He approached the pirate sailor with great curiosity and asked, "What are you doing there?"

The pirate sailor stared at the magnificent and gorgeous giant king's court that seemed to be made of gold, and muttered to himself:
"Gold..."

"So much gold..."

"It seems that people in dreams generally reveal their innermost nature... it's an unguarded dream."

The Abyss Angel, who had relied on his status and strength to resist the hypnotic effect of the dream, was thoughtful. He reached out and grabbed the grinning pirate, slit his throat, and saw bright red blood dripping down.

The pirate died quickly, but his blood continued to flow out as if endless.

The blood seemed to have life and flowed toward the cliff, weaving and connecting into a one-meter-wide hollow bridge. It stretched from the edge of the cliff to the other side, but just after extending a dozen centimeters, it collapsed uncontrollably and fell into the dark cliff.

"The concept of 'uncrossable'..."

Edward frowned and whispered, and his right hand fingers lightly scratched the palm of his hand, leaving a five-centimeter-long cut in the center of his palm.

His palm was facing upwards, and blood slowly flowed out from the wound. Edward seriously and carefully tilted his palm half an inch, and a trickle of blood immediately slid down and fell to the ground with a plop.

Rumble…

The ground suddenly began to shake, and the surrounding scenery kept distorting and fluctuating!
The spiritual blood shook this dream, and the concept of "insurmountable" represented by the cliff was also impacted. The darkness in the cliff surged and shrank rapidly downwards like a living object.

After the darkness receded downwards, a blank space was revealed.

It was a real blank, the cliff was actually suspended in the air!

Another drop of blood fell, and the devil's blood curse took effect in the space of dreams. This drop of blood turned into an overwhelming red tide, surging and rolling in the air, and rushed directly to the opposite side of the cliff!

"I arrived at the God-forsaken Land in my dream, and after waking up I was probably still there."

"It is indeed the work of the Goddess of Night. But if I go to the Forsaken Land now, wouldn't it be a breach of contract with the True Creator?"

"Of course, we may have to worry about the goddess of night noticing this."

Edward smiled and stepped onto the red tide. The ocean in the air suddenly solidified like a long bridge.

As He took this step, the dream also shook violently.

"If you've discovered it, then so be it! It would be even better if it can threaten my personal safety!"

He no longer tested or waited, but immediately took a step forward, moving quickly on the red bridge. After only a few steps, he had already reached the middle of the cliff, and was about to approach the outer wall of the Giant King's Court!

At this moment, it was as if countless mirrors shattered at the same time, and a vague halo appeared at the edge of this collective dream. Beyond the halo seemed to be the scenery of the Sea of ​​​​Gods' War. I don't know when light appeared in the sky again, and now it is the eve of dawn.

Edward ignored him and started running, rushing to the edge of the bridge like the wind.

After a close observation, he found that the giant royal court in this dream was actually built against the cliff, with a lookout terrace, a port, and a small piece of land protruding from the air. Behind these small facilities was a huge and heavy door, and the keyhole on the door was larger than he could imagine!

The keyhole alone is as big as an adult's open palm. The key itself is definitely bigger than you can imagine. It must belong to a giant!

"There is a key that can open or close the door to the God-Forsaken Land..."

"No, it should be said that it is the key to open or close the Giant King's Court! The Giant King's Court is the real gate to the God-Forsaken Land!"

Edward was awed. The long bridge under his feet suddenly collapsed. The sunlight shone in and fell on everything. Everything disappeared like bubbles. The sunlight fell in front of him, and the giant king's court in his dream suddenly disappeared.

He had no choice but to retreat back to the edge of the cliff where he came from, waiting to wake up.

After a few seconds, the sun encompassed everything in the dream, and everyone woke up in the light.

Anderson yawned and vaguely remembered that he seemed to see a black monastery in his dream. He knocked on the door and someone inside actually responded and said something to him, but he had completely forgotten it after waking up from the dream.

Agaritu, who was sitting on the chair, also woke up. He was feeling and sorting out the large amount of information and intelligence that came synchronously in his mind, and he felt dazed for a moment.

"A giant key?"

He muttered to himself: "I seem to have heard of this somewhere..."

After fruitless thinking, he stood up and looked forward, only to see that the ship had left the previous sea area, there were more and more sea ruins and building wreckage around, the sky became dark, and lightning flashed from time to time.

Then he noticed a small dark shadow on the horizon in front of him.

A few dozen miles ahead, an island with a dilapidated port appeared.

There is a very eye-catching building on the island, which seems to be a tall stone pillar, but it has been broken and it is impossible to determine the original appearance of the pillar.

TBC
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You won't let me rest, right? Fine then! (Forbearing)

(End of this chapter)