Chapter 37: Dreamland (1)

Violent shaking, followed by darkness that can't be seen clearly.
Loren, who directly skipped meditation, used the spiritual hall in the way of Isaac, and brought himself directly into the subconscious dream-followed by a sense of weightlessness falling from the sky, his consciousness seemed to fall into The bottomless abyss, keep falling, falling ...
There was a huge roar from the ear, as if the whole world had collapsed. But his falling consciousness couldn't even move a finger, and the vision in his mind kept flashing back some of the pictures he once had, intermittently.
How long did last? Loren was not clear at all. But when he was truly "awake", he found that he was still sitting on the chair in the library.
Feeling the sweat of the palm, smooth breathing, and body touch, everything seems to be no different from the normal time.
But when Loren opened his eyes, the original collection room had become a mess — the bookcase fell to the ground, ragged books and torn parchment were everywhere; the long table in front and other chairs were already Scattered; the position of the window became a broken wall ... Only the chair under him was intact.
The knight sword that was supposed to be in the room is now placed on the hand of the chair. Not only is it intact, but it doesn't even collapse a bit, it seems to be brand new.
Loren held the sword handle almost subconsciously, supporting his body and slowly standing up, so that he could familiarize himself with the surrounding environment as soon as possible-although it seems to be no different from the original world, it is definitely not in some places. It's the same.
The door of the library was closed tightly, and Loren, holding the long sword in his hand, glanced inside the ruined room, and instinctively walked towards the door, carefully approaching it little by little.
As soon as he approached the door, the closed door suddenly opened itself—the
wizard apprentice
in a black robe slammed open the door, seeming to stumble into it as if drunk.
If you don't pay attention to the knife in the right hand of this "apprentice", and the face like a living corpse.
After seeing the figure of Loren, the "apprentice" howled like a madman and rushed up, and Loren had no time to hesitate to slide back and avoid the surprise attack of the other party. The steel sword in his hand leaned to the right and stabbed into the throat of the "apprentice" without hesitation!
The sharp steel sword directly cut off the neck of the "Apprentice", and the body like a corpse collapsed directly, obviously finally completely dead.
When he was about to pull out the sword, a cold air flowed into his body along the sword body, so that the unprepared Loren could not help but shudder, but soon the corner of his mouth raised A smile.
This feeling has been experienced many times. It feels like it can penetrate into the heart, a liquid-like touch, and an unstoppable sense of mental oppression ... that is the power of the void.
Lorren carrying the sword left the library. Just as he walked out of the door, a huge roar came from behind, and the collapsed walls and bookcases buried the entire library.
So it turns out, aren't you going to leave me any options to back up?
The stairs under seemed to be crumbling, and gravel and dust were constantly falling between the stone joints of the ceiling. There seemed to be some power to imply Loren down the stairs.
Opened the "apprentice" who suddenly jumped from under the stairs, and another guy who was always hanging on the side of the handrail of the stairs also took the opportunity to climb up, intending to attack from behind. Before he could stand still, Loren kicked off the armrest and screamed and fell to the bottom of the North Tower.
Every minute, every second ... On the stairs of the several floors of the North Tower, it seems that there are countless "living apprentices" waiting for him, not leaving Loren a little breathing at all, every moment In the battle, the entire staircase seemed to be filled with the smell of death, and the steps were full of living corpses that could not stand on the ground.
Every time Loren left the first floor, the empty room would immediately turn into a ruinless ruin, forcing him to continue to the next floor of the tower.
Turned around to avoid the dagger that was on the way and then snatched it backhand. Loren cut the throat of the "apprentice" with his arms and legs, and then threw the long sword in his hand directly at the other guy who threw it. With Loren breathing for a moment, the dark eyes finally saw the "short sword" in the opponent's hand, which was actually broken by himself, the old knight's sword.
So, the whole scene is its own subconscious, fabricated according to the memories of the past? Thinking about this, Loren looked slightly at the living corpse on the ground, and at the gritty and twisted face. Although it was very difficult to distinguish, he could still recognize it.
Because it was Loren ’s own
face
at all!
"... Extraordinarily interesting." The inexplicable excitement seemed to stimulate a certain nerve, the smile on the corner of Loren's mouth became stronger and stronger, and he seemed more and more looking forward to what was waiting for him next.
As he killed more and more "living corpses", the power of the void lurking in his body slowly began to work. It has been fighting for almost two quarters, but he doesn't feel tired at all, his body is still full of motivation, and his muscles can't feel sore.
However, this seems to be normal. There is no concept of space and time in the void. No matter what you do, it is actually just a self-conscious activity, but this extraordinary touch is difficult to distinguish from the real world. Too.
There are more and more gravel and dust falling from the cracks in the wall, and the shaking of the stairs under the foot is more and more obvious. With the layers of rooms turning into ruins, the whole north tower seems to be crumbling and will collapse anytime and anywhere.
Not feeling the slightest tension, Loren walked down the stairs leisurely. He knew that the Void would not kill himself so easily, even if the sky collapsed, this tower would not collapse until he walked out of the gate. .
With a little anticipation, Loren standing at the bottom of the tower pushed open the door. The last grain of sand supporting the north tower finally slipped through the gap between the stones, and the whole tower collapsed in an instant, collapsing and falling in the boom, and turned into piles of rubble.
Outside the tower is still a dark midnight, as if there is no difference from the past. But when Loren raised his head, his black pupil suddenly shrank, and a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The original silver full moon in the sky ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Now it has become a burning black sun!
"Ring of Darkness? ... I'm afraid it's not about spreading fire." Loren murmured to himself a little jokingly.
Wimmer's castle immersed in the darkness has completely turned into collapsed and broken ruins, the original road outside the gate disappears, and the bottomless abyss is replaced.
Is this the scene in my subconscious mind? Standing at the edge of the gate, Loren looked at the ruined castle under the "Dark Ring", guessing with faint curiosity-if this is the case, then what should he do before he can leave from here?
The faint sound of footsteps came from behind. Those "selfs" hiding in the dark, or the corpses did not directly rush, but approached carefully, making Loren a little surprised.
It's really true that the other party did this ... very in line with his style.
"Maybe, it's good to indulge this occasionally." Loren was still talking to himself, the long sword in his right hand shook a sword flower gently, and he moved forward without a bit of precaution, as if getting more and more behind The near figure was unnoticeable.
Since coming to this world, every battle, every accident and situation, is not careful and careful arrangement and attention at all times, so that he can deal with each situation more calmly. It's really not a one-time situation like this.
"Poof--!"
A stagger at the foot, a shadow from behind fell into the left rib, and Loren's corner of the mouth slightly raised-obviously he could feel the cold touch of the blade in the body, but there was no pain at all.
Grabbed the living corpse behind him, kicked the ground with a rough foot, and then cut off the other person's head with a sword!
"come--!!!!"