People in the Ark, Dimensional Blacksmith

The lit candle is already the third candle on his body, and there are only six in total in his inventory.

If there is no progress in the next awakening, then Silber will have to stay in the real world to make new dream candles.

So Silber is running the whole time. There is no so-called physical consumption in the dream, and even if there is the concept of physical consumption, for the current Silber, running half of Paris at a sprint speed is enough. no problem.

In the end, the fog of spying brought Hilber to the entrance of a theater, and for some reason, no matter how Hilber urged the heart of spying, it only pointed to this place.

That is to say, the concept here is huge enough to interfere with the direction of the secret-seeking heart.

Silber realized something in his heart. He checked the loading of the M1014, and then loaded a golden mercury bullet into the single-shot clip behind the ejection window.

The theater in front of him was the largest building he had ever seen in a dream. It was so tall that it seemed to merge with the sky, but the strange thing was that the entire theater building looked like an inverted pyramid. The shape of the building below is particularly narrow, but the building above is getting bigger and bigger.

The style of the whole building looks like a bloated fat man with a wide head and a fat belly, but his legs are so slender that they can be broken at the touch of a touch. Apart from the sense of humor brought about by a deformity, there is more to it a kind of discomfort.

Silber looked at the building number on the side. Judging from the writing on it, he was able to determine that the original shape of this theater should be a building of Agor.

This also reminded him of Agor's social culture—using art to express his emotions.

From this point of view, this place should be the center of the dream.

He took a deep breath, held the M1014 and walked slowly into the building that felt like it would collapse at any moment.

Although from the outside, there should be a large number of construction areas in this theater, but in fact, after entering, there is only one way to go.

Silber continued to move forward along the only path, and after walking through the long and damp corridor, he finally came to the very center of the theater.

It is a building that does not conform to the shape of the building at all.

The size of the circular stage can't even hold a small symphony orchestra with only 20 people.

But around the stage, there were countless auditoriums. They extended from the edge of the stage all the way to the place where Silber couldn't see and didn't stop.

And on the seats of these auditoriums, there is a broken doll. They have simple facial features and limbs, and their eyes are directly drawn with black and white paint.

Their eyes looked at the very center of the stage together, where Silber finally found the owner of this dream.

Skadi seemed to be asleep, curled up and floating above the stage, but several red silk threads protruded from the back of her head and the position of her heart, and landed on the stage below.

At the end of these threads, they are tied to the limbs of a wooden doll standing on the stage.

This puppet is much more detailed than the puppet in the auditorium, but it still has no face, not even facial features.

On the face of the puppet, there is only one line of characters - Ishmael (Ishar-mla).

Silber looked at the stage with a serious expression, but the puppet dancing its limbs on the stage stopped, and then turned the side with characters to face Silber.

Afterwards, all the puppets in the theater looked at him.

Ishmael bent down slowly, as if his joints were stiff, and made an inviting gesture.

"Finally, it's fighting dance."

Silber said with a blank face.

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Chapter 110 Five dance poses, OK

The ethereal music came from the center of the stage, and the sound in the entire theater disappeared at any time, leaving only the music.

Silber lowered his head and glanced at the lantern at his waist. Even though the dream candle was being protected by the lantern at this time, no visible external force could affect it, but after the music sounded, it began to shake violently He stood up, as if a strong wind was blowing over the candle tip.

He understood that this was the pollution contained in the music trying to affect him, but it was blocked by the dream candle.

At the same time, this also means another thing - the burning duration of the dream candle is shorter than before.

Ishmael continued to maintain the posture of leaning over to invite, quietly waiting for Silber to come on stage, but Silber always felt that such a posture had a sense of disobedience.

Even though he and Skadi didn't get along for a long time, it was precisely because of this that the first impression would be more profound during this short meeting.

Silber doesn't know about Skadi's past, nor does she know what her real character will be like, but he has a feeling, he can feel it, if it is at a ball, then Skadi must not It will be the one who will ask others to dance.

Ishmael's posture can be said to be very unrestrained, as if all emotions are overflowing, making it impossible for people to ignore its existence.

But this should not be the character Skadi would have.

Silber no longer stopped, he started to walk towards the stage, and along with his steps, countless puppets in the theater began to slowly turn their heads, watching him walk from the theater entrance to the center of the stage.

After standing still in front of Ishmael, Silber held up the M1014 in one hand, and tentatively reached out to Ishmael with the other hand.

Before Silber touched the puppet's palm, he immediately felt an unstoppable force coming from his fingertips, and then the world was spinning before his eyes, and he couldn't control the balance of his posture at all.

In such a sudden situation, Hilber didn't hesitate anymore, and directly pulled the trigger, the scorching fire from the muzzle flashed by, and Hilber regained his ability to control his posture. He could also feel that he was being thrown out.

Before he had time to adjust his landing posture in the air, Silber could only pull props such as the M1014 and the lantern in front of him, and then hit his back on the auditorium.

The puppets sitting on the seats were smashed into pieces by him, and they were shattered together with the seats.

The force of this fall was so heavy that Silber even felt a feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath. When he stood up from the wreckage of the seat and looked towards the stage, he found that the intact Ishmael had recovered. The original invitation gesture.

It's just that the face without facial features turned towards Silber, but it made him faintly feel that the other side was laughing.

Silber twisted his neck, he patted the dust off his body, but the expression on his face didn't change much.

Because he understands that Ishmael does not have the concept of emotion, Haisi and Mooyu do not understand emotion, so naturally they will not provoke others.

All the emotions that feel that the other party is laughing are actually just illusions produced by myself as a human being.

Perhaps this kind of emotional guidance was interfered by the gods of Hai Si, but Silber has always understood a truth-in a battle, fluctuating emotions cannot affect the entire battle situation.

He regards battle as forging, and no matter it is setbacks or failures, he will not be shaken or impatient.

Only calm and steady is the key to victory.

In this regard, Soros, who is currently in a good mood, can be said to have a great say.

Silber once again returned to the center of the stage, this time he did not hold the M1014, but

First, he slowly circled around Ishmael.

As he moved, Ishmael always maintained a posture facing him, while Silber kept imagining the process when he couldn't control the posture in his mind.

As the concept gradually improved, Silber also gradually discovered the movements of the sky spinning.

It was a dance move, an extremely aggressive dance step, like a flame burning on the dry grassland, igniting the entire plain with a swift force.

However, at the moment when the dance steps started, I immediately fell into a passive position, and Ishmael took the lead with an absolute posture, and then the previous situation happened.

But if we think about it from another angle, the dance steps can be understood as an emotional communication between the Agor people and others, so my hesitation makes it so powerful?

Silber's thoughts gradually took shape. He took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and then walked towards Ishmael.

When he came to the three-step distance in front of Ishmael, Ishmael moved again.

But this time, Silber was able to clearly see the opponent's movements.

It was still as aggressive as before, every step it took was trying to occupy its position first, forcing Silber to take a step back to match its dance steps.

It was also because of the rapid fall that was hard to keep up with, Silber was forced to take several steps back, directly giving up the position he was standing on.

At the same time, he also felt an unspeakable sadness coming from Ishmael. This kind of sadness is like incomprehensible pain and loneliness, and it seems that there are thousands of emotions wrapped in it. The bombardment hit Silber's mind.

The dream candle kept trembling, and the candle flame drifted, almost extinguished.

Silber's complexion also became ugly, but even in such an unfavorable state, this time he managed to keep up with the dance steps, preventing Ishmael from completely controlling himself like last time.

Afterwards, he took out the secret-peeping heart and pressed it directly between the gaps, and this time the ability he used was the secret-peeping heart's prying secret!

All of a sudden, layers of hallucinations began to emerge in front of his eyes. In the strange howling, Silber 'saw' these emotions in Ishmael.

It was the pain of killing one's own race for the first time, the strangeness and rejection when walking in the human world, the sadness of separation of blood relatives, and the loneliness of those around who did not understand.

tread--

Ishmael's footsteps suddenly slowed down, but the next second later, its movements became heavier. Its five fingers joined together to form a palm knife, and it moved forward sideways, as if it was about to hug Silber's neck. Extend your palms forward.

All the hallucinations in front of Silber dissipated. Facing the sword that was about to approach him, not only did he not panic, but he showed a smile instead.

Afterwards, he dodged the high-five knife, but he jumped off the stage and came to the first row of audience seats.

After Ishmael left the stage, he didn't chase after him. As Silber expected, he slowly and slowly returned to his original position, and once again assumed an inviting posture.

The smile on Silber's face became more and more obvious. He took out an unlit dream candle from his pocket, inserted it on the ground between the auditorium and the stage, and lit it.

The fixed-point dream candle is more effective than the dream candle in the lantern state, both in terms of consumption speed and influence range, but Silber's intention to light this dream candle is not these.

"So, I like to play with dead things like yours that are programmed to die.

"If you don't understand emotions but insist on playing with emotions, the result is that you can't even pass the Turing test."

Silber gave out the memory fragments that belonged to Skadi that he had collected along the way, and then put them one by one on the dream candle to make it burn.

And as these fragments were gradually engulfed by pale flames, instead of moving silkily, Ishmael appeared more dull and dull. Even the red silk thread extending from Skadi became thinner. .

The emotions belonging to Skadi are being released little by little.

It was the nervousness and bewilderment when killing an enemy for the first time, the bewilderment when going ashore for the first time, the joy of looking at the favorite doll for the first time, the relaxation with companions, and living with real blood relatives. The warmth together.

Those memories that have been distorted and replaced seem extraordinarily fragile and hypocritical at this moment.

Silber stepped onto the stage again, this time with his head held high, his eyes filled with burning flames and high enthusiasm.

He did not pull the slide of the M1014, and continued to keep the empty shell stuck in the chamber, and then he disengaged the safety and directly pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The sound of explosions sounded again, and the sound of this empty shell was so violent that it even covered the music on the stage for a while.

And Ishmael, who was about to strike first when he stepped onto the stage, stopped in the midst of the gunshot.

"The law of victory has been decided!"

For the first time, Silber took the initiative to move forward. He held a gun in one hand and stretched out the other, and firmly grabbed Ishmael's wrist: "Don't run, the dance has just begun."

True, Silber can't dance, he doesn't have that

He was thinking about learning dance, and he didn't have the time to go to the dance party, so his steps were heavy and clumsy, without any rules at all, and they didn't match the ethereal music.

However, every time he landed, it was like beating a drum. He was dancing according to his intuition, completely relying on his high-spirited emotions.

He doesn't care about the rhythm of that music at all, or more accurately, his music has only one.