After the bonfire party ended, Maggie returned to the room prepared for her, the village chief's words still echoing in her ears.
"Don't worry, it will definitely not delay Your Highness's schedule. You've already gone to enough trouble. Even if I don't sleep tonight, I'll get your staff ready."
After saying that, the village chief took away the mermaid's tears and the staff, telling her that she could get them at the village gate the next day.
Maggie lay peacefully on the bed, having not enjoyed such a quiet night in a long time. There was nothing she had to do, and no danger lurked around her. She felt her body briefly warm up again.
In a daze, she fell into a dream again, which happened to overlap with the dream she had last time, making her feel disoriented.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and the decay of death. Even though she knew it was a dream, Maggie instinctively held her breath.
Opening his eyes, he looked up and saw only the mangled corpses of various races, mixed with the remains of the undead, including liches, skeletons, and extinguished soul flames.
This is a devastating battlefield, where all the buildings have been completely destroyed. Now she stands in the middle of these ruins, a stark contrast to the horrific scene of fighting the undead scourge.
She was so small and frail that no one paid her any attention.
Maggie struggled to pull her foot out of the corpse, and there lay an elf in front of her.
The once noble and beautiful elf, close to nature, now has no light in his eyes, they are empty and lifeless, devoid of all luster, and one of his arms has disappeared, becoming a victim of this war.
And here, there are millions of people of different races, just like him.
Maggie suppressed her complex emotions and prepared to move around to check her surroundings.
Perhaps because she had dreamt of a similar scene before, she wasn't overcome by fear this time and didn't wake up from the nightmare.
If anyone finally gets a good night's sleep but dreams of standing amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, their mental state is unlikely to remain stable.
However, after two such incidents, Maggie resigned herself to her fate.
She struggled to move the body aside and walk out. Maggie didn't believe that dreaming about the same thing twice was just a coincidence; perhaps there was something in the dream that she needed to discover.
Or perhaps someone wants her to see something.
Maggie wasn't sure, but sitting idly by wasn't her style.
Maggie pondered this in her mind, and walked several dozen meters through the battlefield piled high with corpses.
In the war of attrition between the various races and the undead, the living clearly had the upper hand, and the putrid smell that filled their nostrils was noticeably stronger.
A despairing truth is that once living beings are resurrected and become undead, their strength increases dramatically, and they also instinctively hate living beings.
Logically speaking, as long as the living keep dying, they can never defeat the undead.
Fortunately, in the later stages of the war, humanity developed magic that could prevent the dead from transforming into the undead. Otherwise, the war would likely have ended with the defeat of the living and the victory of the undead.
The magic to stop the transformation is now in the hands of the Temple of Light.
From time to time, rumbling sounds, almost like thunder, could be heard in the sky, and flashes of light could be seen faintly in the clouds. Maggie didn't think it was just thunder; there was a high probability that some powerful beings were fighting up there.
Maggie looked up at the direction of the blinding light, intending only to observe, but unexpectedly something fell from the sky, crashing into the ground and landing in front of her with a thud.
Her body was stiff and she couldn't move. For a moment, she thought the dark shadow would fall and kill her. It wasn't until the unidentified object landed that she realized she was dreaming and would not be harmed.
This realization emboldened Maggie considerably, and she actually slid slowly down into the huge crater that had been created.
She wanted to see what had fallen, whether it was a person or an object.
Unexpectedly, when the thick smoke cleared, she found herself looking into the eyes of a pair of pale golden, glassy eyes that were the same color as her own.
The man had a high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, and long, flowing golden hair that cascaded down to his waist. He also had wounds from a fall that had quickly healed and disappeared.
His eyes held no emotion whatsoever; they were neither indifferent nor disdainful, but rather possessed the ruthless divinity unique to God. Even being watched by him would make one feel ashamed of oneself.
They are inviolable deities.
Maggie's gaze involuntarily fell on his ears, where three earrings were worn, just like those of the God of Light...
No, I should say, the man before us is the God of Light.
"!"
Maggie felt a chill run down her spine, and her heart skipped a beat.
But she quickly calmed down. Looking into the man's clear and bright eyes, she could clearly see that there was no reflection of her in them. It was highly likely that the god of light, Nophiel, in her dream could not see her.
This realization brought Maggie a temporary sense of relief.
That makes sense; she was merely an observer of this bizarre dream, and she shouldn't have existed in the dream at all.
Just as Maggie's tense nerves relaxed, Nofel suddenly spoke.
"You...human woman, why are you here?"
His voice seemed to come from the heavens, yet also seemed so close to your ear; it was so sacred and unreal that just listening to it could purify your soul.
Maggie felt her heart skip and beat several times in just a few seconds, especially this time, which made her break out in a cold sweat in an instant.
Her mind raced, trying to understand why Nophiel could sense her presence.
Maggie couldn't explain her origins, and she couldn't lie to the God of Light, so she could only fall silent and gaze at Nofel quietly.
"..."
Clearly, Nofel didn't have time to waste with her. After hearing the loud noise from the sky for the second time, he frowned slightly, moved slightly, and prepared to leave.
For some reason, looking at his expression and recalling the general history of the continent before the Age of Gods, Maggie stopped Nophiel.
"etc."
Since this is a dream, she wanted to try to end this undead catastrophe ahead of time.
Reduce the number of lives lost on this battlefield.
Upon hearing Maggie's voice, Nofel turned the divine gaze back to her. At that moment, even though Maggie could not truly feel the divine pressure, she vaguely sensed a sense of oppression.
Maggie, steeling herself, revealed the final weakness of the Undead King.
"Congreve's Lich Box was hidden beneath the Tombstone of Slaughter."
After she finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze. Nofel's previously calm and unwavering gaze instantly hardened, as if it had pierced through Maggie's soul.
Perhaps it was because Maggie was unusually brave in her dreams, or perhaps it was because she had seen him many times in comics, and even though he was a god and his expression changed, she was not afraid.
No one can lie to you.
Maggie said seriously.
Lying to the gods is the most foolish thing to do, especially before the God of Light, who invented the art of truth-telling and is extremely petty.
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