Chapter 579 Floating City

Spirit world.

The festering body of Shub-Niggurath rolled over, and blood oozed from its eyes. The powerful force of the law fluctuated and created a hurricane, spreading in all directions.

One of its clones was killed, making it extremely furious.

It took a huge price to put its clones into the material world, and each clone is precious.

Although the death of its clone was nothing to it, it felt that the enemy had trampled on its dignity as a Void Lord.

As the supreme mother goddess of many void lords, it has never been provoked like this.

Shab gathered her divine consciousness, crossed endless time and space, and descended into the material world. She contacted the King in Yellow: "Hastur, have you entered the planet where humans live?"

"Great Mother Goddess of All Things, I have entered this world and am now training more warriors in the Sea of ​​Mist."

"One of my clones that was connected to the dreams of living creatures disappeared in the north of this world. I request a thorough investigation of this matter.

The power used by the enemy belongs to the law of the sun, which can be transformed into a golden spear and cause a violent explosion. The power of the law is very strong. "

"I will land in the north of the continent soon, and I will be able to find the enemy then."

After the dreamland was shattered, it was no longer able to carry the spirits of so many humans, and the consciousnesses that were confined here returned to their respective bodies.

Crown's consciousness also returned to his body, and he was thinking about what form the dreamland took.

This place is like the real world, with colors, smells, and the ability to feel pain.

When the consciousness is harmed, the damage can be brought back to the original body.

This area can gather so many people together, the evil god must have some tricks.

Crown couldn't help but think of the collective subconscious ocean. Is there really a dimension that can connect all human consciousness?

If there really are such rules, there should be a larger dream world that covers the dreams of all human beings.

Or we can say that this dream is the cornerstone, carrying everyone’s dreams.

Crown's brows were knitted together. There was too little information about dreams and he had nothing to use as a reference.

Hanst woke up from his dream, he sat up suddenly and found that his back was wet and the bed sheet was also wet.

He took a deep breath and found that both his nostrils were blocked, so he had to breathe through his mouth.

He turned on the light, looked at the bed sheet carefully, wiped his back with his hand, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Shit, this nightmare was so real, I felt like my body was covered in sticky blood."

Now that he had temporarily gotten rid of his sleepiness, Hanst stood up cursing, put a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and opened the bedroom window to get some fresh air.

The night wind blew, he shivered, and closed the window tremblingly.

Crown curled his lips, turned into a ray of light and disappeared, disappearing outside the house of the person who was in soul resonance with him.

He sensed that the other person's room was filled with the malicious power of the Law of Pollution, but it was not fatal and at most would cause people to have nightmares or something.

After Hanst finished smoking, he lay back on the bed, closed his eyes but tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

He didn't know how long it had been before he vaguely heard a voice in his ear, which sounded like the tone of a hymn being sung in a church, but the voice was filled with a chilling atmosphere.

He got goose bumps all over his body and woke up from his sleep again, shouting tremblingly:

"who!"

The vague sound disappeared, but Hanst felt as if something was crawling under the bed, and fear rose uncontrollably in his heart.

He gasped, stretched out his trembling arms, and tried several times before turning on the light in the room.

The light appeared, dispelling the uneasiness in his heart.

But he smelled a faint stench coming from the room, as if a mouse had died in the house in the summer, and only then did he realize that his nasal congestion was gone.

"The breath of an evil spirit! How is that possible? When did it appear?"

Hanst felt his hair stand on end. The church had already publicized the characteristics of encountering evil spirits, and the inexplicable smell in the room was one of them.

He grabbed the holy symbol on the bedside table, wrapped himself in the quilt, and prayed in a distorted voice.

According to the church's propaganda, if you encounter such evil spirits, you cannot escape. There will be evil forces blocking all exits. You can only leave by using divine power to dispel or weaken the evil forces.

As he prayed, Hanst felt the holy emblem in his hand begin to heat up. He took it out and saw that it was glowing with a faint golden light.

Under the light, it seemed that something was burning and smoke was rising.

“My Lord, thank you for your mercy and for giving hope back to humble believers!”

Hanst's heart immediately calmed down and he prayed even harder.

The stench in the room gradually dissipated, and he hurriedly left home wrapped in a quilt and ran to a nearby church.

Hanst discovered that the door of the church had been opened and several people, also wrapped in quilts, were already sitting in the hall.

"Bishop Jenny," he rushed forward and told incoherently what he had encountered.

"The light of our Lord shines upon you, and now you are safe.

I have sent a priest to request support from the Silver Dawn Guard, and soon a priest of the archbishop level will perform an exorcism on your home.

Now, please pray in the church, and may the gods illuminate your dreams.”

In the astral world, a beam of light composed of countless light balls illuminates the dark area.

The ball of light was dark red, with dark green eyeballs inside.

The next moment, the light disappeared and appeared in a distant place, moving a distance of dozens of kilometers in an instant.

As the light flickered, clouds of fog appeared in the cold and dark area.

In the mist, a faint hymn sounded:

"Afgomon, you are the herald of Yog-Sothoth, you are the Lord of Time.

In the long years, the mountains were razed to the ground, the sea turned into fields, and you pushed aside the mist of time."

In this fog, light and shadows flicker, and fragments of the long river of time appear in it.

Loch Modan City, the floating city manufacturing base.

Scott patted the drawings at hand and said excitedly to the craftsmen:

"Everyone, we have completed the blueprint of the floating city, and the next step is to actually build it.

Every builder who participated in it received unparalleled glory.”

There was prolonged applause from the crowd.

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

"Archbishop, when will the construction begin? I can't wait to make it."

"Haha, why are you in such a hurry? The blueprints have just been finalized, but the materials for building the framework are not in place yet."

The construction of a floating city is a huge project that requires too many high-level spiritual objects, and it is impossible for the city of Loch Modan to provide all of these things.

It requires special spiritual objects from other churches, and the quantity is very huge.

Without the church's coordination, it would be a huge challenge to obtain so much material.

The craftsmen were talking, and everyone had a smile on their face.

The construction of the floating city will definitely leave a significant mark in history, and it is a huge honor for them to be able to participate in its construction.

Scott motioned for everyone to be quiet, and then said:

“I have informed Archbishop Soran of the news, and he has urgently dispatched an astral ship to Shattrath.

As soon as the Vatican delivers the necessary materials, we will start building the floating city!"

As the chief designer of the floating city, his name will surely be remembered in the history of construction.

Eliza walked into the bedroom and found her husband already in the room. She couldn't help but ask in surprise, "What's wrong today? This is not your style."

These days, the other party's schedule is reversed, and it is difficult for her to see him.

Clown bared his teeth and shook his head gently, saying, "Suddenly I feel like there is nothing to do."

Alchemy has been elevated to the ultimate level. Apart from some knowledge-based skills, only the four skills of Sun and Moon Rotation, Holy Light Field, Spear of the Sun and Falling Stars have room for further improvement.

[Spear of the Sun: 693152/1000000; Level 4]

[Falling Star: 485916/1000000; Level 4]

[Sun and Moon Rotation Skill: 1118265/2000000; Level 8]

[Holy Light Field (Tai Chi): 593645/3000000; Level 2]

Clown was somewhat bored. In the past, whenever he saw the numbers on his skills increase, he felt an infinite sense of satisfaction.

Now, this sense of satisfaction is gradually fading.

He understood that he had to move forward desperately because of the survival crisis in the past.

With his current strength, nothing can threaten his life.

Survival crisis has always been the biggest motivation for living things. Now this sense of crisis has been greatly reduced, so the motivation in our hearts has suddenly become much smaller.

"I'm so envious. You have nothing to do right now, but I'm busy as hell. Why don't you come and help me?"

"no problem."

Crown nodded and agreed.

He understood that he was now in a period of fatigue, and if he found other things to distract himself, he would feel better again after a few days.

"Are you sure you didn't lie to me?"

Eliza was surprised. She thought she had heard it wrongly.

"Of course not. I just need to change my mind. If you have any tasks, feel free to assign them to me."

“I have something tricky to report to you. Geralt submitted a report on the situation outside the city, asserting that an evil god is behind the plan of many monsters to attack Shattrath.

Janice and I also have such doubts. The problem now is that we cannot find any trace of the evil god by any means we can use.

Even within a hundred miles of Shattrath City, it is impossible to detect the power of the seventh-level laws.

Since you are not busy recently, can you help us find the hiding place of the evil god?"

Elisa took out Geralt's report from the space ring and said, "This contains the most detailed information."

Clown took the information, glanced through it, and said in a deep voice: "Judging from the contaminated characteristics of these monster bodies, the enemy is the old rival I mentioned before.

The inexplicable contaminated people in each city and the unusual movements outside the city are all caused by the same evil god."

He frowned slightly, feeling that all this was directed at him.

(End of this chapter)