Chapter 871: Something strange inside the door
Chapter 871: Something strange inside the door
The elven goddess in Archbishop Edward, his current biggest enemy, was released from behind that bronze door. He had also explored the scene inside that bronze door in the dungeon, which was the ruins of an elven town that seemed to have been forgotten in time.
Inside is a frantic Elf Goddess who has yet to regain her sanity; a monster with eight arms and four legs, covered in tumors, suspected to be Rich Burke's former captain, and "treasure expert" Sidney. There is also a stone tablet with the names of the Goddess of Life, the Goddess of the Sun, and the Goddess of the Elf, with the following inscribed below:
"Help!"
According to Rich Burke, Sidney was transformed into a horrific monster after picking up a book on an island in the Sea of Misty Mountains.
Zhou Ning determined that the book was the tattered little book in his hand, and the scene behind the bronze door was a projection of the island. That island was also the source of all the angels' whispers, including the one in his mind, and the location of the giant eyes he had seen hanging above the sea of mist.
No, it might not be a projection, but a dream, a polluted dream. This is actually very logical. The only loophole is why the elf goddess who controls the power of dreams would go crazy in her own dream?
Now Smith Hall actually told him that there was another knock on the bronze door?
Zhou Ning felt an indescribable sense of absurdity. The unusual situation there was likely closely related to the gradual return of the Elf Goddess, and also to his dreams. This instinctively made him not want to engage with it.
He ignored the players' curious looks, took a deep breath, and asked:
"I wonder what the situation is like there now?"
"We have blocked off the area and no one is allowed to enter or leave. But now the situation there has alarmed the Sifalik royal family. For some reason, His Majesty the King came there in person. The situation is very chaotic." Smith Hall said helplessly.
"If they try to force open that bronze door, I suspect the same thing will happen as what happened to Archbishop Edward."
At this moment, Zhou Ning had the urge to hold his forehead. This was really possible. He had originally thought that the Church of the God of War and the Sifalik royal family were interdependent, but he didn't expect that every family has its own problems.
He did not hesitate and nodded slightly:
"Then let's go over and take a look."
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On the way, Zhou Ning asked for some information about Nathaniel's underground ruins. It turned out that this underground ruins had been closed.
But some time ago, the royal family of the Kingdom of Sifalik suddenly became very interested in this underground ruin. In order to uncover the secrets of the ruins, the Church of the God of War tacitly approved this behavior, but only asked them not to rashly approach the bronze gate.
This is why Zhou Ning admires the Church of the God of War. When talking about this, Smith Hall was quite frank and did not try to shirk responsibility at all.
Not long after, Zhou Ning followed Smith Hall to the Nathaniel Underground Ruins. Unlike the previous entrance, this entrance was located in the fifth district, the heart of Nathaniel, near the former site of the Nathaniel Police Station.
Several members of the Wings of Law were guarding near the entrance. Below was an excavated hole with many winding stairs. When you reached the bottom, you would go directly down to the Dream Hall.
Zhou Ning's expression inevitably became one of astonishment. Originally, there were green bubbles in this hall that would pull people into dreams from time to time, and there was also a huge elm tree in the middle. But now, the elm tree that was originally between reality and illusion has become more real, as if it is about to come into reality.
After passing through the Dream Hall, they arrived at a familiar wide area. It was already filled with people. Besides the familiar Quentin Ruth, dressed in a neat blue military uniform and a peaked cap, there was also a young man wearing a crown and a long beard. Zhou Ning recognized him immediately: King Augustine XIV of the Kingdom of Sifalik.
In previous lives, this king had been quite active in the game, appearing more than once. However, he was mostly portrayed as a clown, known for his eccentric and violent personality.
Judging from Zhou Ning's current strength, he seems to be just an ordinary transcendent, which is a very strange thing for a faction leader.
After seeing Zhou Ning, Quentin Ruth's face lit up with joy and he walked straight towards him:
"Your Majesty Sternwell, you are finally here."
"What do you think of the situation here?"
Zhou Ning didn't say anything, nodded to Quentin Ruth, then walked past Augustine XIV and came to the bronze gate.
At this time, the bronze gate still had the same twisted patterns connected into closed curves, which gave people a sense of oppression and mystery. Thick white mist continued to pour out from the gap in the door.
"Is this a dream?"
Zhou Ning stared at the door quietly, and he felt a sense of crisis so strong that it made the hairs on his back stand up.
This was the third time he had felt this way, a feeling of oppression that only a righteous god of Archbishop Edward's level could give him.
The first time was here, and the second time was behind the same bronze door in the Kingdom of Gleipnir.
Just at this moment, there was a sudden knocking sound on the bronze door.
Just like the time with Archbishop Edward, the knocking on the door gradually became more intense, and within a few seconds it became as if someone was pounding on the door desperately with their hands.
At this moment, Augustine XIV suddenly rushed over here, but was immediately held tightly by two people. He still stared at the bronze door with a fanatical look on his face, and kept shouting loudly:
"I heard the voice of God, telling me to welcome the coming of our Lord!"
...This...feels a bit abnormal!
Zhou Ning glanced at Augustine XIV indifferently and activated his domineering aura, which immediately made the other party and several royal servants who rushed towards him roll their eyes and lose consciousness.
Then Zhou Ning nodded slightly to Quentin Ruth and said:
"Indeed, the one knocking on the door is most likely a being in a similar state to the Elf Goddess. Never open this door without being fully prepared."
"I suggest you inform His Majesty Gallup as soon as possible that the Falric Code will be used to reinforce this gate."
Quentin Ruth showed a look of shock on his face, but he quickly recovered and said in a deep voice:
"I understand. Thank you for your help. But what about His Majesty Augustine?"
"Don't worry." Zhou Ning shook his head and said to Quentin Ruth:
"Try making a relevant wish."
Quentin Ruth looked at Zhou Ning with some doubt, then recalled some rumors he had heard before and hesitantly made a wish:
"I wish that the Sifalik royal family will completely forget this matter."
"Okay." Zhou Ning smiled and snapped his fingers, making the wish come true.
After fully mastering the power of wishing, he is fully capable of achieving this.
Then, Zhou Ning recalled what Augustine had said before about hearing the voice of God and wanting to welcome the arrival of the Lord. He looked up at the skeptical Quentin Ruth, pondered for a moment, and asked:
"I wonder what the Augustinian royal family believed in?"
Quentin Ruth said with a complicated expression:
"They are of the same lineage as the royal family of the Kingdom of Braxton and believe in the Sun Goddess."
At this moment, Zhou Ning was truly stunned.
His first reaction was disbelief, as he had indeed sensed the presence of the Sun Goddess in the Ascetic Church. But after a moment, he came to his senses:
Since I suspect that this is a dream, then the existence of the sun goddess here is likely to be a god imagined in a dream. Could it be that she also wants to return to reality?
So is the elven goddess who now possesses Archbishop Edward real, or is she just a figment of her imagination in this place? This is terrifying!
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