Chapter 575 Apollo's Request for Help

After leaving Palatine Prison, Crown began to think about the origin of his dream.

In the previous life, humans believed that the content of dreams was actually produced by the perception, memory, storage and other functions of the human nervous system, and contained people’s subconscious wishes and emotions.

During the long process of human evolution, the collective experience is the spiritual deposit at the bottom of the mind, acquired through heredity, is at the lowest level of the human spirit, and is universally possessed by all humans.

The subconscious mind is at the bottom of human thought, unknown to humans, and contains enormous energy.

The so-called degree of human brain development refers to the development of the subconscious mind.

In this world, dreams are perceived differently.

The mainstream view is that entering a dream means that the human soul enters another dimension.

This dimension is like a special channel, connecting all dimensions and worlds. All living beings can enter this dimension and thus enter the dream world.

The souls of some creatures will be trapped in the dream world and unable to return. Therefore, in this world, they will experience things in their dreams and never wake up again.

Crowne believes that both worlds' explanations of dreams make sense.

He felt that humans should have a collective subconscious ocean that could serve as a spiritual bond to connect them to each other and fight against the corrosion from other worlds.

The evil spirit invades the subconscious of certain human beings through the dream world, thereby creating dreams to convey mental pollution.

The embarrassing thing is that he has never had a dream since he entered the silver level, and his understanding of dreams remains at a very shallow level.

He had lost his direction on how to investigate next, and couldn't think of any other way to deal with it.

He returned to Moya Manor, sat in the study and began to ponder.

If he were a mortal, he could try to get drunk and enter a dream, but now he is an eighth-level transcendent who has drunk thousands of cups and still cannot get drunk, so he cannot use this stupid method.

The clock tower in Shattrath City struck five times, and the time came to five o'clock in the afternoon.

Crown waited for his wife to return to the manor, recounted his plight, and asked:

"Have you had any dreams lately?"

Eliza shook her head and said:

"I haven't had a dream since the magic circle of Shattrath City was upgraded to the seventh level. Why don't we send a letter to ask the other two gods?"

After all, the Sun God and the Moon God became gods in the last era. After thousands of years, they must know a lot of secrets, so maybe they have a solution.

Klauen waved his hands and sighed a little frustrated:

"Similar things happened in the Kingdom of Budamia and the Kingdom of Arathi. If they had a way, they would have informed us long ago. I will think about it carefully."

The current situation is like he is fighting against someone. This enemy is hidden in another dimension, never appears in his field of vision, and always rushes out and punches him unexpectedly.

He has the power but cannot catch the enemy, and is currently in a dilemma where he can be attacked but cannot fight back.

Eliza also sighed. The various churches of mankind did not do much research on dreams, and believed that dreams were chaotic and disordered.

Now when it comes to investigating dreams, I’m a little helpless.

Crown's consciousness radiated infinitely outward, looking for a possible breakthrough point.

After a moment, he asked, "Among the believers who took the Golden Light Dao Seed, have any been contaminated by the evil gods?"

"No report has been received, probably not."

Eliza paused and continued:

“I will send a formal letter to the Sun God and the Moon God tomorrow to see if they have any ideas on how to solve the problem.

Maybe they have the means, but they don’t have the ability to do it, so they didn’t report it.”

"All right."

Klauen agreed that the evil god was increasingly corroding the world, and a way to fight against it must be found as soon as possible.

Kingdom of Budamia, Moon Temple.

Elune walked to the Sun and Moon Altar and gazed at the pool of moon dew. At the bottom of the pool, there was a layer of a deeper liquid - moonlight.

She used her divine power to scoop out some moonlight and swallowed it. A faint cool feeling spread in her mouth, and her soul was subtly moistened.

"It contains a law power that is similar to the law of the moon, but slightly different."

Elune said softly that she could feel that this power of law was purer than the law she had comprehended. If she could purify her own power of law, she should be able to step into the eighth level.

If calculated according to the extraordinary grade, Yuehua's grade is only the fourth level. Why the power of the laws contained in it can benefit her is something she can't understand.

Eunice came over with a letter and said softly, "Your Majesty, the Church of God sent a letter. Judging from the date, it was sent five days ago."

They call the Shattrath side the Cult, and now the tool used to transmit information between cities is the astral spacecraft, which is much faster than the airship and safer.

Elune opened the letter and read it, then ordered, "Return to the temple and we will write a reply."

She had ideas for solutions to the problems in dreams, and had personally implemented them for a long time, but her luck was too bad, and she had never been able to enter the periphery of the dream world.

The Kingdom of Arathi.

Apollo looked at the Storm God who was getting farther and farther away from him and shouted angrily:

"Don't run, let's see who's better today!"

Austin came to harass the city again, and when he arrived, he rode the lightning to escape. His speed was slightly slower than the enemy, and he could not catch up with him. He could only watch helplessly as the enemy left.

The enemy's figure slowly sank into the mountains and finally disappeared. Apollo stopped chasing and returned to Rivendall.

After returning to the Cathedral of Light, he came to the Sun and Moon Altar, scooped up some Sun Essence from the pool of Sun Flame Liquid and swallowed it, muttering to himself: "These spiritual objects can actually supplement my understanding of the solar law. If there are enough spiritual objects, I may be able to go one step further and enter the eighth level.

What a pity, the amount of spiritual objects is far from enough."

Seeing that there was very little sun essence left at the bottom of the pool, Apollo smacked his lips and left, stepping into the Pope's Palace.

Marco hurried forward and saluted, "Your Majesty, what do you want?"

"I am sending an official letter to Shattrath City."

"Please sit down and dictate, and I will write it."

Apollo shook his head slightly and said:

"This is a letter to the God of Light. It would be better if I wrote it myself. It would appear more sincere."

He went there to ask for help, and it would be disrespectful if he asked someone else to write the letter for him.

Loch Modan City.

Soren Barov was inspecting the work. Standing in a huge underground space that was a quarter of the size of the city, he exclaimed: "We can actually build such a large workshop. What can't we accomplish in the future?!"

This was built after they received the task of constructing the floating city, with the aim of creating an aerial fortress.

"More changes have taken place in the past few years than in previous years. I feel full of strength, and every day is a day worth looking forward to."

Scott laughed and said that since returning to Loch Modan, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the changes here are rapid.

He seemed to have returned to his youth, when wonderful changes were also happening in the Kingdom of Ribia every day.

No, things have changed more here than they ever have in the Church of the God of Knowledge.

"My Lord is as glorious as his title. Under his guidance, we will surely defeat the evil god."

Soran clenched his fists. He could feel hope every day in the Religion of God.

This is the most valuable thing in these dark times.

He suppressed his excitement and asked again:

"Have the blueprints for the floating city been finalized?"

The city of Shattrath said that the floating city involved the gods' subsequent plans, so he was very concerned and came to inquire about the progress every two or three days.

Scott said:

“Not yet. There are too many issues to consider. I overturned some of the details of the plan last night and need to re-sort out my ideas.

Others are working hard to organize the plan, and it is expected that the new drawings will be finalized in two days, but I am not completely sure about this.

Has the Vatican given a specific timeline?"

If there had been a more specific deadline, he would have decided to complete the basic framework first and then gradually improve the details.

Soran shook his head slightly and said:

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

“The Holy See did not require a specific time, but it has extremely strict requirements on quality. It should be an important but not urgent task.

However, we must not relax because of this.

If something unexpected happens and my master needs the floating city in advance and we fail to build it, we will appear to be incompetent and betray my master's trust."

Scott nodded heavily: "Understood, I will do a good job of supervision every day."

Hastur was traveling quickly in the dark and cold star realm when he suddenly sensed a ray of light coming from another direction, along with a burst of warmth.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of the light. It was pitch black under the yellow hood. It was unknown how he sensed the light.

A huge fireball came from the sky, and Kthugya, who was on his way, also saw the flying yellow figure.

It immediately retracted its light and heat, and shrank a lot in size, then flew towards Hastur and greeted him with the voice of the soul:

"Respected Hastur, are you on your way too?"

The yellow hood nodded downwards, and countless tentacles tumbled from the hem of his robe: "There has been a change in the corruption of the planet at the center of this world. According to the Void Covenant, all the Void Lords will gather there. Aren't you here too?"

The flames on Cthugha's body flickered, and the sound of his soul vibrated:

"Ghros informed me that several of my projections also perished on that planet and were hunted down.

I want to see what creatures made it. How can those lowly creatures who call themselves humans stop the army of the Void Lords? Do you want to go together? "

"I don't like bright and warm environments, so I won't go together. I'll go first."

Hastur replied that he and Cthulhu were cousins ​​and preferred cooler waters.

The wide yellow robe fluttered as if there was wind blowing inside, and after a few flashes, he gradually moved away.

About a day later, Cthugha expanded his body to the most comfortable form, dragging a blazing line of fire as he traveled rapidly through the astral realm.

Shattrath City.

Eliza hurriedly got off the carriage, ran into the castle and entered the underground laboratory.

She waited for her husband to finish the experiment, then took out two letters and said:

“The Moon Goddess sent a letter, and she does have a solution to the problem.

Just as I guessed, she knew the method but was unable to complete her exploration of the dream for various reasons.

This is an urgent letter from the Sun God. It is sealed with divine power and you need to open it yourself."

Hearing that the Moon Goddess actually had a solution, Clown felt a little embarrassed. His misjudgment was slapped in the face.

He first opened Elune's letter and read it quickly. There was not much content in it, which recorded a secret method of using divine power.

By utilizing special techniques to vibrate divine power, one can synchronize the vibrations of one's own soul with that of the target, thus connecting them together.

If the target enters a dream, the caster can also enter the dream.

The letter mentioned that this method has a disadvantage. If the target is not chosen by the evil god, it will be impossible to enter the dream woven by the evil god.

Clown grinned, this was a secret method that relied on luck.

The believers in the city were not dragged into the dreamland by the evil god on a large scale, so if you are not "lucky" enough, you will never be able to enter the evil god's dreamland.

He thought for a moment and said:

"Send someone to study the information of the believers in Shattrath City who have been contaminated by the evil god and see if we can find any common ground."

The secret method of vibrating divine power to tune the soul is very simple. The next step is to fish, find a lucky person with the same frequency, and then wait for the evil god's mercy.

However, the success rate of this passive method is quite low, and he needs to use this as a template to research new secret methods.

Since the evil god can create dreams, theoretically he also has this ability.

If he could enter the evil god's territory through dreams, he would definitely teach his enemies a profound lesson.

Eliza agreed:

"I will give the order tomorrow, and the analysis report will be completed in one day at the earliest and two days at the latest."

Crown mobilized his divine power to form a key to open the letter sent by Apollo.

He frowned slightly, and found that there was a letter asking for help inside.

The Kingdom of Arathi designated a piece of land for the Church of the Storm Lord to recuperate and develop, and it was named Stormwind City.

Now the evil god born from the body of the God of Storms has descended into the material world, destroyed Stormwind City, and harassed the Kingdom of Arathi everywhere.

Apollo was unable to catch up with the enemy due to his speed and could only watch the enemy escape again and again.

Seeing her husband's expression change, Eliza asked carefully:

"What happened? Was it difficult?"

“It’s a small matter, not a difficult one.

I was amazed that Apollo would ask for my help."

Crown said, handing the letter to his wife.

The divine seal has been lifted, and now anyone can see what the letter describes.

Eliza finished reading and said with a smile:

"When you encounter this extremely fast evil god, you are the only one who can kill the target."

The Sun God cannot catch up with the enemy, and the Moon God probably can't either. Only the Religion of God can solve the dilemma.

She put down the letter and continued, "What are you going to do? If you are going to help the Sun God, when will you set out?"

"I must go to the Kingdom of Arathi. It won't take too much time to kill the evil god."

(End of this chapter)