The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 56 The Ancient God's Umbilical Cord

"Actually... I don't know either." Ai Wenti slipped the "intestines" in his hand, also full of doubts.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly thought of those nightmares that made people want to go crazy, but it was hard to let go of them, but in these nightmares, he was the only one who didn't have Brenes who had been by his side all the time.

Because, in the dangerous dream caused by "Pan's Flute" with other people's memories as the main body, even if the other party has the characteristics of being alive, they are not intelligent creatures in the strict sense. Excluded.

Leaning slightly, Ai Wen slowly said with a sense of loss: "I just had a nightmare."

"I dreamed of a strong yet gentle girl who held my hand and kept me from drowning in darkness..."

Time passed by quietly, and Aiwen started from blowing the "Pan's Flute", saw the heavy fog in Class A, and then the passenger ship was attacked by the "Murloc" monster, and told about his story bit by bit. Encountered nightmare.

When it was said that under the inexplicable pollution, he was about to go crazy, and when he was about to completely dispose of the remains of Sunya Solem, Maria suddenly appeared in front of him and said:
"The corpse should be allowed to rest in peace!"

Speaking of which, Brenes, who sat cross-legged on his chest and listened to the lecture, suddenly became agitated, and asked eagerly:
"And then? And what happened?"

"Then I woke up..." Ivan sighed.

But when these "water waves" that can lull people into dreams hit the small puppet body of Brenes, they dispersed instantly like waves hitting a rock, and rushed towards other locations.

Then he sighed very melancholy:
"I understand that feeling... Ivan, like someone who is about to drown, suddenly grabs a life-saving straw!"

After climbing to the captain's cabin and finding no one awake, he quickly walked along the deck to the lower cabin, and found that directly below his own room, there were two passengers in casual clothes, lying down in the aisle and sleeping deeply.

But when he heard the other party pat his belly, he said very firmly: "Don't look, everyone on the ship has fallen into a deep sleep just like you did before. To be precise, because of the loss of the crew, the entire passenger ship is now out of control. state."

Sighing, Brenes twisted his body and crawled out of his jacket pocket, went straight to Ivan's right hand, and pulled out the "intestines" that had been held in his hand by the other party.

"So, whether it's the Cohen I know or not, the subject of the dream must be inextricably linked to the mutation of the owner of this room."

"This is not to set off the sadness, but to directly give a glimmer of light in the darkness!"

In desperation, Aiwen found a tool and pried open the locked door directly, but to his surprise, there were no living objects in the room.

While pondering, Brenes suddenly patted his thigh thoughtfully, and then laughed loudly:
"Hahaha... I see!"

"It's like why I was made of steam, a container to suppress your crazy emotions, and not want to escape..."

Following a series of desolate and sad notes, like invisible water waves slowly rippling from the flute pipe.

"The Fallen Goddess set traps carefully, and after the prey jumped in, she found that the target who should have fallen into a mental breakdown had blatantly picked up a girl, so she became angry and kicked you out of the nightmare!"

Ignoring the other party's ridicule, after returning to the room he belonged to, Ivan lay down on the bed decisively, and then blew "Pan's Flute" with the same tune as before.

"Because, just like what you saw from her, it took you away from madness."

All of them, old and young, had thick beards and hair, thick muscles, and frowns on their rough faces. Both their dress and appearance were full of violence, no different from the famous storm priests.

"Hey! Stop struggling."

In the pocket of his jacket, after watching Ivan re-enter the dream, he suddenly put away the narrow expression on his face.

"I'm right, right? So what are you going to do now?"

"Maybe there are some secrets hidden in it that I don't know yet."

Aiwen deeply agrees with the conjecture put forward by Brenes. In fact, as early as when he came into contact with the "Weeping Angel" statue, he had already had a certain intersection with the fallen goddess, and looking up at the starry sky later magnified this a negative impact.

After pondering for a while, looking at the messy passengers and crew members in the cabin, Aiwen nodded firmly and said slightly: "Enter the dream again to find the subject, kill them and rescue them. After all, this dream was caused by me."

"I also see hope from you, a chance to revive the Temperance Sect, to get rid of the curse of the Mother Tree of Desire, and to restore the glory of the southern continent that has been reduced to a colony!"

"But looking back at the two who fell, they valued the locked room here so much. Combined with the overheard conversation before, it can still be deduced that a person named Cohen should be imprisoned inside."

"Can you be more reliable?"

"Whether it's the huge blood moon or the abnormality you showed in your dream, it means that you have been polluted by the fallen mother goddess again. It seems that she has completely set her sights on you, and even wants to make you into her pervertedly. The look of hope!"

"Awake?" Brenes was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he couldn't believe that a nightmare involving supernatural beings and dominated by ancient gods ended so hastily.

And behind them, the door locked from the outside was tightly sealed, and the door leaf was knocked repeatedly, but there was not a single sound coming from inside.

"And a nightmare based on despair, showing pity, sacrifice, nostalgia and other elements comparable to the knight's creed, is not quite right no matter how you look at it."

"Go to Aiwen, find her, and bring her back...Leave it to me!"

"I see, you actually want to find the girl in the dream, right?!" Brenes suddenly smiled narrowly.

"I haven't seen the former Punisher Captain Swain, so I don't know the other party's voice and appearance."

"Fortunately, it is not the sea here, and the current is gentle, so there is no risk of hitting the rocks. Even if it floats to the shore and runs aground, the people on board will not be in desperate situation."

"Well... one of his knights!"

It's just strange that, as far as the dream itself is concerned, the former Weeping Angel can only distort reality from the subconscious level through the dream, and the "intestines" that suddenly appeared in his hand indicates that this dream can transform unknown things brought to reality.

Looking at Brenes who was rolling with laughter on his chest, Ivan raised his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to push him to the bed, got up and walked out of the room.

And said with a strange smile to the fallen evil that suddenly started to wriggle wildly:

"They also entered the dream?" Ivan frowned slightly, turned around and carried Brenes, and strode out of the cabin.

After venting for a while, staring at Aiwen's unreal form, his button-stitched eyeballs suddenly turned twice, and then he opened his mouth to analyze:

On the other side, Brenes, who was analyzing seriously, suddenly paused, and whispered to himself in a strange voice:
"Judging from those nightmares with tragic endings, He still wants to destroy the will of the polluted through hopeless suffering, so as to achieve the purpose of forcibly controlling and transforming them."

After leaving the corridor and re-observing the passengers who fell on the ground and the crew members who were also unconscious, Brenes, who was lying in his pocket, quietly stuck out his head, and said quite proudly:

"but……"

Let everything around gradually cast a blurred shadow, and let Ai Wen slowly close his eyes and fall into a deep sleep again.

"It's just an umbilical cord of an ancient god. Standing in front of you is Lord Rose, the guardian of the king of the highlands, an angel on the ground... the great Brenesse!"

As soon as the voice fell, it was like a slender rattan, but it was covered with sharp thorny roots. It grew out of his puppet body little by little, and quickly wrapped around the twisting and struggling ancient god's umbilical cord.

And as the thorny roots wrapped around the umbilical cord became thicker and thicker, the roots that finally stopped growing completely had condensed into a weird walking stick.

On the top of the cane, a brightly colored and vibrant crimson rose is blooming wantonly.

(End of this chapter)