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Chapter 1230 1228. Father Yu’s Initial Dream

Dreamland, a rather special occasion.

Different from biological phenomena in the atheistic world, in a supernatural world full of monsters and demons, dreams, as a unique scene, will naturally be given quite special symbolism. And in this Transian world where any symbolic gathering can bring power, dreams can naturally be regarded as a unique field of power.

It is a special plane between reality and falsehood, more like the "Shadow of the World" than the expanding Underworld, but it has not reached the level of the Emerald Dream that is infinitely close to reality.

In the world of Transia, the power of dreams is not strong. Currently, the only supernatural force that Murphy knows of that specializes in the power of dreams is the nightmare tyrant Baphomet, who is currently sealed in the Baphomet Palace.

That guy is an old unlucky guy. According to Lord Paying, he is the oldest "guest" in the old god cage of the Eden area.

A disaster a thousand years ago caused the Eden region to fall apart. Many strange things took advantage of the crisis to escape, but the damn old god's cage was still stable. Over the years, only Lord Aurora escaped by selling himself to survive. The Lord of Darkness had already escaped, but was forced by Murphy's "tyranny" and fled back to his cage after facing the powerful restraint of the artifact of light.

In short, the tragedies in the Old Gods’ Cage could be told in ten days and ten nights, and they are all different tragedies.

Let’s talk about this unique realm of dreams.

Apart from Baphomet, the nightmare tyrant whose background story is so tragic that it makes people sad and cry, only theologians who are deeply knowledgeable about gods and divine powers know that Dagon, the famous evil god of the sea, the doer of tricks, the pale lamp under the abyss, and the father of fish, actually has a priesthood related to dreams.

When Tris was still the Scarlet Witch, she had witnessed some murloc abyss walkers escaping through the dream gate or raiding merchant ships on the sea during her journey around the world. She had even personally experienced passing through the nightmare gate of the Sons of Dagon.

According to Trish, the experience was awful.

That kind of dream spell is not prepared for humans or humanoid creatures at all. Except for the unique brain structure and thinking perception system of the murlocs, basically no other race can withstand the barbaric spell that travels through dreams.

But one thing is certain, as long as Dagon wants, he can establish a connection with a creature in the material world in a dream.

As it is now!

Murphy was certain that he was still awake when he fell into the sea. He must have been pulled into Dagon's dream when he crossed the boundary between the material world and the third observation area in the demiplane.

That guy is really good at timing. If it weren't for the help of the WIFI Goddess, Murphy might not have realized that he had arrived in the dream world.

This dream was a little too real, and the most amazing thing was that this dream was not tainted with any chaotic aura, which resulted in Murphy's "Truth Hunting" talent for detecting chaotic power failing to activate.

"If that's the case, doesn't that mean that Dagon can use non-chaos power in addition to chaos power? Or, is this not a trap left by Dagon for some unlucky Chosen Creator?"

Murphy blinked his eyes. He was not panicked as he stood in this collapsed dream.

His real body should still be floating on the sea at the end of the world. This place is not out of the scope of the place of origin. Hades has been watching here and will not allow other forces to harm his real body. Therefore, Murphy just needs to make sure that he is not defeated by the power contained in this dream.

As for Adele and the other two, they have now entered the ruins of the third observation area. According to Mannis, that place is now filled with chaotic forces, so the situation of the three of them should be quite dangerous.

However, things are different now. Vampires who are loved and cared for by no one are a thing of the past.

After the birth of the Night Singer, vampires could ask the Night Singer for help when encountering similar things. Given Pablo's status as the Grand Duke of the clan, the Night Singer would not sit idly by.

She is the neutral aspect that Murphy infused with the original energy of creation. Maybe she is too weak to defeat the evil god now, but it is definitely easy for her to protect several believers from evacuating from the chaotic land without getting hurt. Thanks to Lord Murphy, the vampires now have someone above them.

So why don't you hurry up and say thank you, Mr. Murphy?

"So, you went to such great lengths to use this power to interfere with the symbolism of Hades and drag me here. What exactly do you want to talk to me about in this dream?"

Murphy waited there for nearly a minute.

He observed the collapse of dreams around him and found that it was like a messy ball of quicksand flying around, forming various meaningless images from time to time and then quickly shattering. The abnormal silence around him made him feel a little irritated.

Murphy quickly lost his patience. He looked up at the strange light veil swaying in front of him and asked:
"Don't be so mysterious! I'm here for the appointment. Go ahead and talk. I'm listening."

"Dreams. Memories of the truth"

A few unclear words rang out from the surrounding darkness, just like the awkwardness of the fish people when learning human language. It is difficult for the fish people to speak standard human language with their vocal organs, but they can communicate with simple words.

This response also means that this is indeed derived from Dagon's dream power, but it always feels a little weird.

Murphy frowned.

他 说:

"You want to share your memories with me? You want to reveal some 'truth' to me? Considering that you are most likely a weird thing created by Constance, don't tell me that you are actually an undercover agent of the Secret Blood Public Security in the Chaos Camp?

If so, it would be quite a surprise.”

"Dreams. Memories of the truth"

Murphy still responded with those murky characters. Murphy realized that the person on the other side was a "repeater"! No, to be more precise, this was just a passive response program, and it was highly likely that this was not a dream that Dagon had opened "in real time"!
This is a "dream memory" that had long been left at the entrance to the third observation area.

It is equivalent to a preset program that will only be triggered by a specific person at a specific moment.

The dream that Murphy entered was created by Dagon, but it has nothing to do with "the current Dagon". This thing has been here for an unknown period of time. It is very likely that Dagon stayed here after his first entry into the material world.

Its function is also simple, it just stores a memory belonging to Dagon, and some "truth" is hidden in it.

"Okay, things are getting more and more interesting, so let me take a look!"

Murphy shouted, his hands on his hips.

The next moment, according to his answer, this slowly collapsing dream also changed. The surrounding environment quickly changed, twisted and jumped, like a rapidly unfolding video file, unfolding in the dream in the form of a holographic projection. The flow of light made Murphy's consciousness appear in an area that was as bright as day.

"Living Body No. 307! Bring it here immediately for parasitic reaction testing!"

A cold woman's voice sounded in Murphy's ears.

He turned around and saw a group of vampires wearing Eden District researcher uniforms busy in a very professional complex laboratory. Following the woman's command, several burly vampires immediately stepped forward quickly, carrying a closed device like a water tank.

Murphy is like a ghost lingering in this long-gone time zone.

He carefully observed the living creature No. 307 in the water tank. It was a creature similar to a giant salamander or a baby fish, but its body was made of a transparent material with star-shaped spots of light, and one could even vaguely see its beating heart through the skin.

This is a standard astral creature!
As the water tank was moved to the deepest sealed area of ​​the laboratory, Murphy, who had been following the view all the way, finally saw the woman who gave the orders.

As expected, it was Archduke Constance.

Murphy had seen the most charming side of this lady in old Edward's memories, but what appeared before him at this moment was Ms. Constance's "researcher" form, or the "business-doing" form.

The cold, emotionless instructions were concise and efficient.

More than seven assistants with the Secret Blood Badge were led around by her. After the peculiar star creature was sent to the laboratory, it went through the whole process of skinning, bone removal, bleeding and dissection within a few minutes. It was so smooth and flowing that one could tell from their knife skills that this was not the first time these guys had done this.

After dismantling the living sample, Ms. Constance took out a very special sample box from the "refrigerator" next to her where time had stopped. After she put on a special precision robotic arm and placed it in a special protective operating chamber, the assistants retreated to the next room.

Constance was the only one left in the laboratory.

This look of facing a great enemy made Murphy, who was watching, a little curious, but when Ms. Constance opened the sample box, Murphy immediately understood.

There is a ball of chaotic energy in it!
It's not just the diluted lower-level energy. Its active mental tearing and extremely filthy aura can tell that this is definitely pure chaos extracted directly from the subspace.

But Murphy also observed that there was a very special "core" in the center of that chaotic aura.

Just like some living thing, it even has movements similar to "breathing".

"Record!" Before starting the operation, Constance, who was wearing a protective suit that flashed with the light of order, said coldly:

"The 747th live experiment of the Chaos Symbiote Project has officially begun!
The sample selected this time is the special creature "Shadow Salamander" that lives on the edge of the astral world and the subspace as the symbiotic object. This creature is born with the talent of chaos travel and can grow and reproduce normally in areas with low chaos concentration.

I have a feeling that this experiment may achieve unimaginable breakthroughs, so perhaps I should thank Charlemagne and his star hunters in advance for their support for this project.

I heard that they lost 75 high-level hunters in order to capture this adult shadow salamander. I hope their sacrifice can buy us a chance.

Well, enough of the sentimental speeches, and let the symbiote transplant begin!"

Under Murphy's watchful eyes, Constance manipulated complex and sophisticated instruments to transplant the Chaos Symbiosis Core into the heart of the ripped-open Shadow Basilisk. At the same time, she used a lot of materials that looked extremely precious just by looking at their appearance to ensure that the sample would not be quickly and suddenly infected and degraded.

The transplant process was completed quickly, but the subsequent observation and data collection were difficult.

This memory also began to accelerate from this moment on. Murphy watched the wall clock rolling around and around until one day three months later, when Constance, who had basically not come to the laboratory during this period, appeared again.

This time the expression on her face was even colder, and from the gloomy aura surrounding her, it was clear that she had not been happy during this period.

After entering the laboratory, the "ageless witch" went straight to the core area. After being introduced by several assistants, she bent down and looked at the "resurrected" and several times larger "Shadow Salamander" through a protective plate.

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"In the past 95 days, we have tested its Chaos Pollution Index four times a day. Its data has expanded rapidly, but it has never broken the limit of corruption."

An old researcher from the Secret Blood Clan said excitedly:
“Although this shadow salamander has shown many signs of degeneration and its personality has become violent and aggressive, judging from its biological characteristics alone, it is still considered ‘normal’.

We think it has the ability to enter the second stage of testing, mistress, maybe we should release it into the subspace for wild observation, and then use it as a blueprint to prepare theoretical reserves for the third stage of 'chaotic symbiosis' and 'energy conversion'."

"The plan is very sound and the success rate is quite high."

Constance looked at the shadow salamander in the incubator with a rare tender expression. She said softly:

"The only problem is, we're running out of time.
Chaos is already knocking on the door, and original sin is eager to break into the Creator's realm to eliminate all things that are in the way.

We can't count on the Sentinel Corps. Once those guys know what happened in the Eden District, they will definitely hang us on the street lights as Chaos guides. We have gone too far into the taboo and there is no turning back.

Let’s begin phase three now!

Let's use it as the only sample, implant the biological iterator and start the chaotic symbiosis deduction!"

"Ah this!"

Constance's decision made the surrounding secret blood researchers look at each other in bewilderment. The old researcher sighed and said:
"It doesn't have any real intelligence, let alone wisdom, mistress. If we iterate with such a poor life form, the subsequent deduction will cause a series of problems that we cannot control. Moreover, the time it takes for this iterator to produce results will inevitably be longer than our original plan, hundreds or even thousands of years.
us"

"There is no doubt that we can no longer see that result. It is destined to be an answer that can only be obtained in the next era."

Constance rose, and, smoothing her hair, she said:
"But we can at least leave a solution for those who come after us, provided that there is still a future for life in this world. After implanting the iterator, return it to the subspace! The best way to hide a drop of water is to send it back to the sea.

Alas, we have to pin our final research results on an uncontrollable chaotic system, which shows that we have really reached a desperate situation. But this does not prevent us from having expectations for the future, just as when we left our home planet, we embarked on a journey of exile full of hope.

Oh, and here’s the pill I ordered.”

"Here, mistress."

The old researcher handed Constance a bottle of pills and said softly:

"It can protect the mind and memories in a high-concentration chaotic environment, and can immediately re-import memories in the form of backup after they are deleted. However, it has the side effect of disrupting emotions and personality, and may make the user become irritable and stubborn and develop in an uncontrollable direction."

"It's ok."

Constance took the bottle, flicked it with her hand, and said softly:

“My little wolf has always been strong.

Besides, I have tamed him too well over the years, and it's time to give him back his lost wildness.

You can disband after completing today's work. Don't forget to destroy this laboratory. I don't want Original Sin to smell the scent and find our way here, and I don't want it to know what we have done here.

As long as this little thing can survive, the most precious answers we leave for the future can be passed on to future generations."

"We should probably give it a name, Mistress."

A hooded female researcher nearby whispered:

"If it really has such an important mission, then it deserves a name."

"Hathor, my favorite descendant, you are still as artistic as before after being reborn with a new biological template."

Lady Constance laughed.

She took one last look at the shadow salamander in the incubator and said:

"Let's call it Dagon. It is a monster that was created by gods to punish the sins of the world according to the legend of the home planet. But this time, it will no longer be responsible for destruction, but for the transmission of hope. I hope that the knowledge it carries can be passed on to the right people."

After hearing this, Murphy had completely understood the cause and effect of Project 27, and he also understood the significance of this video being left here.

This is what is left for him!
But the question is, if Dagon was really an experimental beast lacking intelligence, then why did it escape into the material world when the astral plane collapsed and specifically leave this dream at the first place where it landed?
"Of course it's because I left this instruction in my mental suggestion to it."

Lady Constance said softly:
"This information will eventually be seen by the right people, and then the most valuable treasure will be recovered."

"Oh, so that's how it is. It doesn't make sense logically."

Murphy nodded.

The next moment, he felt as if struck by lightning, his neck slowly twisted as if rusted, looking at the still intact figure of Constance in the collapsed dream.

"I'll use two answers to exchange for a way out. Alpha will definitely appear in the future."

Her figure disappeared with the dream of memories, and she said to Murphy:

"The Callum people born from the greenhouse of life will create a great civilization. My followers will help them achieve this goal. That secular empire will become a pillar of strength that you can trust in the next era!

The information contained in Dagon's body can bring you the perfect weapon to neutralize the evil forces of chaos!

When warriors in the material world can draw power from the Warp in reverse, Chaos' so-called destruction will no longer scare anyone.

I will die in the disaster, this is my fate.

But I will also return in the future you create. This is the way out I have arranged for myself.

Of course, all this requires your nod. This world is a gift from the Creator to you, so I know you will come! Ah, honorable Alpha, the above is the prayer of a sinner.

There is a silly man who has been waiting for me for a long, long time, and that would be the most perfect ending I could get.

Please have mercy.

May I never miss that wonderful reunion again."

(End of this chapter)