Sword of Daybreaker

Gao Wen does not know what happened to his soul, but he can be sure that his soul has completely mutated as early as the crossing occurs, otherwise there is no explanation to explain why a person has been hanging in the sky for tens of millions of years. After that, I was able to maintain my normal mind, and not only was my mind normal, but also memorized the huge and fearful information collected in the past few million years overlooking the earth. It can be preserved without any damage. In his memory, he still can read accurately until now.

But one thing is certain: the soul of the eternal cultist has apparently not undergone such a transformation.

Traversing hundreds of thousands or even millions of years of huge surveillance records in just a few seconds has had a devastating effect on cults who are still essentially mortal souls.

When the mind and soul of the eternal cultist gradually collapsed into meaningless fragments, Gao Wenyu came into contact with some fragments of consciousness, and these messy and broken data flowed into his mind, in his huge and fearful memory. There was a little undetectable wave in the volume. If it wasn’t for Gao Wen’s concentration, he might not even notice that he had plundered something from the cult’s remnant and he carefully confirmed it. That is some of the memories of the cultists.

It is a pity that the amount is small and fragmented is not logical, and because the cultists themselves are confused, the memories are also filled with a lot of chaotic irregular shadows and mad reveries. What is worse is that the sleepers are immersed in dreams. In the mean, the authenticity of these memories has become indistinguishable. Gao Wen is not sure how many of those pictures are actually happening, and how many of them are filled by the sleeping minds.

Just based on a small amount of information that can be read, he understands the "existence" form of this permanent sleeper.

The other party seems to have abandoned his own flesh, or transformed his flesh into a horrible, inhuman form. He saw some crazy rituals in the memory of the cultists, where the limbs melted, The soul takes off the scene of the body, and then the scene of the cultist wandering between the new bodies and walking in the dreams and memories of others.

This perpetual sleeper seems to "fly" his soul, thus possessing this terrible ability to transfer between human minds.

Fortunately, this soaring ceremony is obviously very demanding, and before the other party’s speech also revealed his status as a bishop in the entire cult group, so the cults with such terrible abilities should be rare, and most of them It should and will not be active in the world.

The chaotic space around it is still disintegrating, and the power that supports it has receded. Before this "dream" disappears completely, Gao Wen takes the time to concentrate on the spirit and strives to search for the remaining wisdom of the hunter of the eternal cult. Information that may be valuable.

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In the old castle of Kant’s collar, Victor Kant is hurriedly walking in the corridor leading to the lower level of the castle. The lights of the magic spar illuminate the entire corridor, but next to the old viscount, the shadow But like a constant ornament, his body cast a vague shadow on the floor, and the shadow stretched and deformed as he hurriedly paced, as if he had his own will.

The viscount's eyes flashed with more and more illusory starlight. His footsteps became more and more hurried, and even a glimpse of it gradually came. He came to the lower level of the castle, and a seemingly heavy oak door stood in front of him.

Viscount Victor stood in front of the door, and suddenly hesitated and stunned on his face, as if something was attracting him behind the door, but he did not dare to open the door to verify the general.

He hesitated for a little while, finally finally put his hand on the door, but before he pushed the door open, the door suddenly opened a wider seam.

A little shadow of the light blew out from behind the door. A long-haired woman in a white dress with a lantern was half-body out of the door. This is a woman who looks less than thirty years old, her skin. White, beautiful, but faintly with a pathological, revealing a kind of temperament to the pity of life, she took the lantern, surprised and curious to see the Viscount standing at the door, revealing a smile: "Dear What happened? You want me to go out?"

"I...no, nothing," the old prince flashed a moment of hesitation, but the next second, all the sly and worried expressions disappeared from his face, and he seemed to smile as if nothing had happened. Look at the young wife in front of me. "It's okay, I just came to see you. There is still a chance to go down the sun. Go back to sleep, make up your mind, then get up and have dinner with me."

The extra young Viscountess bit his lip and whispered, "But dear, I am not sleepy."

"Be obedient, go back to sleep," the old priest shook his head, with a gentle smile on his face. "I will come to you later."

The young Viscountess blinked and seemed to feel at ease. She nodded and returned to the door with the lantern. The heavy oak door slowly closed and a door shaft rang in the empty castle corridor. Oops.

Victor Kant stood at the door for a while, his expression was awkward, then he regained the calm and peaceful look of the past and turned to walk in the direction of coming...

In the ancient and hidden caves near the eastern border of the Kingdom of Ansu, the female patriarch of the end of the world, Bertila, suddenly widened his eyes.

As one of the "foreign bishops" who frequently contact other cult groups in the church, she has long maintained spiritual contact with several senior sleepers, and this time a bishop of the perpetrators greeted Gavin Cecil and made her a little Dissatisfaction, but that is, after all, it is a matter of other ecclesiastical groups. If she has no right to interfere or dissuasion, she can only wait for the other party to complete the contact before asking if there is any gain.

She believes that the bishop must have a harvest. After all, today's Gao Wen Cecil has long since ceased to flourish. The seven hundred years of sleep has weakened his flesh, body and spirit, and a nightmare bishop with close to legendary strength is in the spirit. The level is inconsistent with such a "pseudo-legend" and it is impossible to fall into the wind.

But what she was waiting for was not the news of the great success of the bishop of the perpetual sleeper, but the mourning of the soul of the other and the great fear spread through the spiritual connection.

Then the mental reaction that belongs to the eternal sleep disappeared, as if swallowed by some terrible devourer, completely digested and completely disappeared.

Bertila felt the huge fear from the spiritual connection, as well as the accidents and horror hidden in fear, but she could not imagine what was in the world of consciousness of Gavin Cecil, which could be swallowed up. The perpetrators of the bishop level even made him so fearful that those who are good at playing with the hearts of the people before the death are the experts who make and enjoy the nightmare. How can their minds be so vulnerable?

In doubt, Bertila chose to visit several other minds that were connected with her. It was a few high-ranking members of the Insects in Ansu, and also the one who kept in touch with the fallen bishop.

But after the spiritual connection was established, before she asked, a nightmare bishop sent a message: "Bishop Roderick has fallen."

"He was swallowed up in the spiritual contact with Gavin Cecil," added another nightmare instructor.

“What happened?” Bertila asked unbearably and curiously. “Have he sent any news before the fall?!”

The inner spiritual connection between the sleepers is far more closely related to the spirit of the outsiders. Bertila did not hear any words from the dying mind of Bishop Roderick, but perhaps other connected sleepers could know something.

Several minds in the spiritual connection were silent for a few seconds. Finally, a nightmare bishop replied: "He only has time to send a word out."

In the next second, a sentence with a strong obsession and emotional imprint that Roderick had swallowed before was swallowed up in the mind of Bertila:

"Don't come and spy on this inhuman soul!!"

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Gao Wenyu opened his eyes and found himself still standing in the hut where the prisoner was being held.

The mercenary leader who was regarded as a springboard and victim by the eternal sleeper has fallen to the ground. The strong man bleeds seven times, and the whole head is like a reddish boiled, even with a slight heat. His distorted expression is enough to explain He suffered terrible pain before he died, and the mercenary mages still sat next to him, seemingly unaware of what happened next to him.

Hetty, Pitman, Amber, etc. stood around him, and everyone looked at himself with nervous and concerned eyes.

"What's wrong?" Gao Wenzhao's head completely removed the discomfort remaining in his mind, and then continued to export. "Is it just lost consciousness?"

"The ancestor, you are fine!" Herti finally made a long exit, and the cold sweat flowed from her forehead in the moment she relaxed. She rushed to check Gaowen's situation. "Are you okay? You are fine." Right? The mercenary suddenly burst into a powerful magic, and then you stood here and motionless, and each of us was frightened!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Gao Wen comforted the granddaughter who had been a little bit of hair, and then frowned. "How long have I lost consciousness?"

"It's not long, it's only a few minutes," Pitman also wiped his forehead and sweated. "Fortunately, you are fine, otherwise I have to go out today. Someone must say that I am tossing fake drugs."

Amber immediately glanced at the little old man: "It really doesn't matter with these suspicious ointments and incense that you have tossed out?!"

"It really doesn't matter to him," Gao Wen waved his hand, and he determined that the time flow rate in that space of consciousness seemed to be different from the outside world. He felt at least half a day there, but only a few minutes outside." Just now there is a eternal cultist trying to erode my spirit."

Everyone was shocked: "The Sleeper?!"

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