Chapter 251 The Guillotine of the Gods
After passing through a thin film-like obstacle, Lorne seemed to have gone through a deep dive and suddenly emerged from the ocean, and the scenery in front of him was completely new.
The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. The salty sea breeze blew gently. The sand under my feet felt soft to the touch. The sea in the distance piled up snow-white waves...
Everything, including vision, smell, taste, touch and hearing, is almost the same as in the real world.
This dream is too real, isn’t it?
Standing in front of the beach, Lorne scooped up the sea water mixed with fine sand from under his feet. He looked at it again and again, but still couldn't tell what was real and what was fake. He felt incredible in his heart.
But what’s the point of going to great lengths to create these?
Just as Loen was feeling confused, the originally clear sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds.
"roar!!!"
Along with a roar that shook the sky, the sea water surged violently. Heads that looked like lions, leopards, cows, and wild boars emerged from the dark clouds, stirring up fierce winds and waves.
Loen looked at the terrifying shadow covering the sky and the sun on the sea, his heart pounding.
Typhon?
How come this thing is here!
In the surging dark clouds, hundreds of beasts gathered in all their forms. As the roar intensified, thousands of poisonous snakes transformed from ether coiled around the ferocious beast heads, covering the entire sky. At the same time, the lower half of the snake body swam from the sea towards the land.
Wherever it passed, huge waves rolled up and the ground sank into mud. The dripping poisonous saliva broke trees and melted through the rocks. The peaks on several islands were splashed with filth, and as the mountains collapsed and shattered, billowing smoke and flames.
It was as if the tangible divine power brought a suffocating feeling to the extreme. Loen's heartbeat slowed down a beat and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
It seems like, is it true?
"Young man, the typhoon is coming. What are you doing standing by the sea? Come back to the city with me and take shelter!"
Just when Lorne was feeling confused, an old man dressed as a fisherman walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder and kindly reminded him.
"typhoon?"
Loen was stunned, raised his hand and pointed at the terrifying Demon Ancestor in the sea with a hundred-meter-long snake body and hundreds of monster heads, and asked in surprise.
"You mean this thing?"
"Yeah. You've grown up like this, haven't you ever seen a typhoon?"
The old man also glanced at Loen in front of him with surprise, and then found that the surging sea water was about to submerge his knees. Without saying anything more, he grabbed the other's arm and ran straight towards a city in the distance.
"Stop talking so much, come with me into the city and hide first!"
Loen was dragged along in a daze and finally managed to follow the crowds from all directions into the city before the city gates closed.
With the protection of the high walls, the strong wind blowing from the sea was easily kept out.
"The weather these days is really weird, it's either thundering or raining."
"There are a lot more typhoons now, so we can't go out to sea to fish."
"The mountains are not safe either, either there is a volcanic eruption or a landslide."
"There's something even more bizarre. When I was walking, the ground suddenly cracked. I didn't know what happened..."
Noisy discussions could be heard from all around. People who had flocked into the city to avoid the typhoon couldn't help but complain. A certain gray-black aura emanated from them and gathered over the city.
But then, golden and black butterflies fell from the clouds, flapped their wings and flew over the city, scattering patches of colorful phosphorus powder.
Suddenly, the people who were originally a little agitated calmed down, with optimistic and open-minded smiles on their faces.
"The fields are just short of water, so rain is a good thing!"
"It's just a typhoon, no big deal."
"Volcanic eruptions are common, and when they stop, the volcanic ash can be used for compost."
In such a positive atmosphere, Lorne looked at the smiling faces and couldn't help but think of the residents in Elysee Garden.
Now, he probably understood where the smiles on those residents' faces came from.
But why do they have to maintain their positive and full emotions even in their dreams?
“Roar~~”
At this time, an unwilling roar came from the sea, and the large dark clouds gradually dissipated. The Typhon hidden in them was exposed to the sunlight, and it disintegrated like foam and turned into nothingness.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Loen was thoughtful, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the mountains and plains outside the city.
These blocks are very strange, like sleeping giants covered with weeds and buried in the soil.
Loen glanced at the mountain range that looked like giants, and asked the people around him in a nonchalant manner.
"How come the mountain looks like a person? That's so weird."
"You mean Mount Iapatos? It's always been like this."
The inhabitants of the dream answered casually, as if it was a matter of course.
When Luo En heard this, his eyes flickered.
Iapatos, the soul and prophecy Titan among the twelve Titans, the loser in the last war of gods, and the cellmate of the second generation God King Kronos in the hell of Tartarus.
Then, Loen looked towards several human-like areas in the distance and continued to ask questions.
"What is that place?"
"The Kronos Hill is good for growing crops."
"What about the front?"
"The Wasteland of Klios."
Listening to the unthinking answers of several dream residents, Loen muttered to himself.
Well, it seems that the other two Titans who were waiting in the cell have also been found.
Afterwards, through constant indirect questioning, Loen learned about terms such as the Koos Star Region, the Rhea Plain, the Sea of Thesis, etc. from the dream residents around him.
After the chat, Loen, standing on the street, looked at the smiling residents of the dreamland walking out of the city-state and continuing to enjoy their lives, his eyes twinkling.
What he saw and heard in this dream reminded him of a story called "The Dream of a Thousand Cats".
The story tells of a purebred Siamese cat who gathered many cats to give speeches everywhere. It gave birth to many kittens with a wild cat, and these mixed-breed kittens were put into a bag by its male owner and thrown into the lake to drown. The Siamese cat was confused and frightened, and then it fell asleep.
While dreaming, the Siamese cat entered the cave of Morpheus, the lord of dreams. Morpheus told it that the world was originally ruled by giant cats, humans served cats, and many cats also hunted humans for food.
As a result, one day, the inferior humans betrayed the cats, knowing that if everyone had the same dream, reality would change. So all humans had the same dream, which was the reality of humans being in a dominant position. Then the world became a world where humans were in a dominant position, and cats became pets of humans.
The purpose of this Siamese cat's speeches is to make all cats dream of ruling the world and take back the reality that has been changed by humans.
The "Thousand Cats" in the Dream of Thousand Cats represent cats of various shapes and colors. Each cat has its own unique characteristics and personality, which symbolizes that every individual in the world is unique and has infinite possibilities. The "Dream" represents people's curiosity and exploration of the unknown world, as well as their infinite imagination of the future.
If a thousand cats have the same dream, their shared consciousness can create their own gods and even change reality so that cats can rule over people.
In this story, the collective belief/consciousness of all sentient life in the universe creates "existence".
——I think, therefore I am.
So, what if a group of pure, flawless, and spiritually stronger demigods, nymphs, and humans were allowed to dream together that certain gods did not exist?
The answer is that these gods will be [forgotten] and [erased].
It is true that the God King and the main god are immortal and cannot be killed easily, and imprisonment in Tartarus can only trap them.
But if at this time, their existence is denied by the [real dream] woven by the group, their self-consciousness will gradually be worn away by the new concepts shaped by the group consciousness, and finally only the [immortal] body will be left to fill in the laws of the world.
This is the [Eternal Sleep] of the Gods.
During the Titan War, the Olympian gods relied on the power of faith to obtain new priesthoods and defeat the ancient old gods.
Now, the "reality" fabricated by dreams in the Elysee Paradise can also become the guillotine of those old gods!
(End of this chapter)
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