Chapter 214

Rumors about the Red King's resurrection are once again spreading in the desert - however, compared to the previous rumors of the type "Follow these steps to resurrect the Red King", this time the rumor seems to be that the Red King has already been resurrected and is using divine power to make an announcement to His people.

"Do you know? I heard that the legendary passage leading to the 'Golden Dreamland' deep in the Epiphany Hall has been opened."

Rumors have been swirling in the desert for several days. In addition to the various gold-plated brigades that believe in the Red King, even the scholars and discipline officers of the rainforest have teams stationed outside the Holy Epiphany Hall, whose true identity has not yet been revealed. The only organization that should have appeared here but did not was the Fatui from the Kingdom of Winter.

——With the retreat of the executive officers, most of the fools in Sumi, especially in the desert area, restrained their reckless behavior after being severely beaten by an unknown former god.

In the Mausoleum of the Red King, Lansermello, who was so idle that he used split thinking to divide himself into spirit bases of different ranks, finally waited for Kirshtalia to take the initiative to contact him. The young magician who had just arrived at Sumi Castle contacted Lansermello as soon as he got off the ground.

"...You really did a great job in Sumi." As an outsider who was also unaffected by the Teyvat World Tree, Kirshtalia simply deduced the facts that happened in the past based on the information he could currently access. "If you hadn't made such an arrangement with the House of the Decrees, I would have wanted to write a paper on the House of the Decrees."

"After all, the focus of my research at Inazuma is ancient culture."

"Why, you are not familiar with the 'Giant's Cellar' of the Atlas Academy?" Lansemero gave Kirshtalia a light smile through the communication projection. "You can ask me - we are different from the people of Teyvat. If you still want to write about this topic, go and apply for an audience with Nashida."

"'Little Lucky Grass King'?" Kirshtalia raised her eyebrows. "Didn't you ask her to force the Void to become a device similar to the Three-pointed Hermes? Prohibit all scholars from actively publishing their research, and force everyone to record their research into the Void for encryption..."

"Just like the three-pointed Hermes, you cannot read the corresponding content without the corresponding authority." Lansemero explained the new system of the Order House to Kirshtalia. "The learning process of the Sumi people entering the Order House is the process of them gradually obtaining higher-level authorities. However, gods and people who are not bound by the rules of this world do not need this restriction at all."

"Our authority is even higher than that of God."

"Because gods also have taboos that cannot be touched... huh?" Kirshtalia glanced at the flowers that hid the forest elves, sighed, and cast a few more suggestion magics on herself, while transferring herself to another place. "But we don't have such restrictions - I understand, I will go to see the little lucky grass king."

"If you meet a deputy great sage, just tell him that you are my student." Lansemero smiled, "Nashida should have disclosed some relevant information to that person... If you meet an ordinary scholar, you can pretend to be an ordinary student."

"If you meet another sage, just say you are the flower god's follower."

"They will turn a blind eye and put you in front of the little lucky grass king."

"You must have seen what I was going to write - maybe you've even seen the final draft." Kirshtalia sighed under the shade of the tree, but her expression was quite excited. "I'm going to compare the six schools of the Decree House and the twelve monarchs of the Clock Tower. The title is - "On the Similarities in the Development History of Political Systems in Academic Centers"!"

"Well... but first, I need to have access to the internal information of the Ordinance House."

While Kirshtalia was running around Sumi City trying to get an audience with the Little King of Auspicious Grass, Lansemelo and Gilgamesh had completed all the preparations in the desert - the crowd around the Epiphany Hall had gathered to a level comparable to the flower god's birthday festival held in Sumi City.

"It's almost time." Lansemero used the magic of Mirror to take Gilgamesh to the highest point of the Epiphany Hall. He stood under the throne and bowed respectfully to the golden-haired, red-eyed Ancient King. "It's time to show miracles to the people gathered outside the Epiphany Hall. Everything that follows is up to you, King Gilgamesh."

After thousands of years of wind and sand, the huge statue guarding the Epiphany Hall, which had become dilapidated, was restored to its original state in an instant - perhaps people who missed this scene would only feel that they were blinded by the wind and sand under the dazzling sunlight, but everything that happened next would no longer allow anyone to look away.

The giant statue, which was in good condition as if it had received some clear instructions, emitted several beams of light towards the center when no one on the periphery activated any external mechanisms. Then, the barrier that had seemed to have prevented everyone from seeing the Lord of Red Sand slowly disappeared, revealing the intact divine tower inside, which could even be said to be as magnificent as the Red King's Kingdom during its heyday.

However, the sacred road leading directly to the Red King's Tower had long been broken - in front of the magnificent golden and green sacred tower, what attracted everyone's attention was the dilapidated road that was incompatible with the current situation.

Then, the collapsed stones returned to their places, and the parts that had been corroded by the wind and sand for thousands of years restored their original appearance in the sunlight - finally, the Shinto was restored to its original state, extending a silent invitation from the Lord of the Red Sand to visitors.

——Lancemero had no plan to let Gilgamesh actually appear in front of everyone.

——In the magnificent Epiphany Hall that lasts only for one day, the miracle only needs to be performed by the "Golden Dreamland" left behind by the Red King.

——Everything that was done before was preparation, a trick to deceive the visitors, just to make them believe in the reality of the "Golden Dreamland".

After Gilgamesh's transformation into a spirit, Lancermello hid himself and set up a magic spell at the entrance to the throne room, dragging all those who came before the throne into a deep dream. Although dreams belong to the power of the God of Grass, the "Golden Dreamland" is the wonderful dream that the Red King once promised to his subjects.

——All the hints before falling asleep have been done to the best of their ability. Now all that remains is to weave the dream so that they will sincerely believe in what happened in the dream.

After confirming that everyone was asleep inside the throne room, Lancermello closed the entrance and began to chant the Noble Phantasm of this new spiritual base representing the goddess of flowers.

"The ephemeral roses of late spring wither with the new moon and morning dew. But as time passes, the roses will one day bloom again."

"The Dream of Eternal Oasis "Garden of Avalon."

——The wisdom of millions of people converges into one wisdom, but isolated wisdom will eventually turn into madness.

This is the truth about the "Golden Dreamland" created by the Red King in the past.

Just like Fujimaru Ritsuka is going to become Alaya, the "collective subconscious of mankind", combining the consciousness of countless people into one is something that can lead to madness if one is not careful - the chaos in past dreams has already foreshadowed the changes that have occurred in Fujimaru Ritsuka; not to mention that they are drifting in the sea of ​​stars, constantly facing the pollution of those unspeakable things.

However, perhaps it was precisely because Fujimaru Ritsuka was an ordinary person from beginning to end - after crossing the special point of the dream, she was the first to master this inhuman power and took the first step towards their ultimate goal.

——But it’s okay, this dream is just an ordinary dream, it’s just that it’s so real that it’s almost fake.

——It is not about integrating so many consciousnesses into one.

——All she had to do was to create a dream, and then throw all these people back to their camp outside the Epiphany within a limited time, and make the Epiphany disappear in the wind and sand again.

"The next step is to go to the Eternal Oasis—" After weaving the dream, Lansemello looked at the people lying on the ground in the throne room, and used the Mirror magic to throw them back to their original camp in batches. "They will wake up when the sun rises tomorrow. So, we can turn this place back to its original state, King Gilgamesh."

When the sun rose the next day, everyone woke up in their own camps - some members of the Gold Brigade quietly left the desert and entered the rain forest; the scholars were busy hiring people to take them to explore more Red King ruins; and only one team of members from the Fengjie Officer's camp returned to Sumi Castle, and the rest of the members entered the Thousand Valleys Sand Land where the Flower God believers tribe lived when no one was paying attention.

A tornado-like sandstorm stands at the center of the Thousand Valleys Desert, and has never shifted even a little bit despite the changes over the years - just like the whirlpool-like terrain of the Thousand Valleys Desert itself.

Lansemelo stood under the Seven Heavens Statue of the God of Grass, closed her eyes, and used the "Mirror" magic again to move to the entrance to the Eternal Oasis. The Great Compassionate Tree King forcibly detained her, and the Red King himself was probably unaware of it.

But hiding in dreams like Lanaro is indeed a good way to avoid sight. Even the eternal oasis "Rest Place" created by the Red King is not as good as the dream itself - but the town spirits are the followers of the flower god, just like Lanaro is the god of grass.

So Lancermello stood on the platform surrounded by the sandstorm and sighed very lightly at the town spirit that had abandoned its body and lived in the institution.

"…I'm back, Felicity."

The long-lost fragrance of Patisalan smoothed out the drought brought by the sandstorm, filling the space with the moisture of flowers. The town spirits living in the agency said nothing. Even the race that was famous in legends for its extreme emotionality chose silence at this moment.

"After completing the commission of the wise princess, I finally returned here." Lansemelo smiled calmly, looking at the silent mechanism in the center of the platform. "I know that the master of Chisha promised you that I would eventually wake up from here... But you know, I have always been closer to her - she succeeded before him. After he himself had fallen, she brought me back to this world."

"Is it... you? My mistress...?" The silent machine finally spoke, but what came out was a broken whisper, "It has been too long... Even if this is just a dream... My mistress, we should hold a banquet for you that never stops... Just like in the past..."

The sound of the pacifying spirit became quieter and quieter, until it completely disappeared in the violent sound of the sandstorm all around.