Chapter 775: Hello, World
Starry dome, red moon, giant paintings... just as Pasha had described.
Every single one of them felt immensely grand. Only when you were actually present could you truly feel its vastness. No wonder they called this place the Realm of Gods.
Is this teleportation? Or the sea of consciousness?
Roland crouched down and gently stroked the floor—it looked like it was made of polished stone, but the surface was as smooth as a mirror. His fingertips accurately transmitted a cold, hard sensation, as if what he was seeing wasn't a fabricated fantasy, but something that truly existed.
However, after experiencing a dream world that was realistic to the point of being exaggerated, such a scene was already difficult to shock him.
Roland looked up at the dome—the giant red moon covered the giant painting like a round cake. Staring intently, one could even see the surging紋路on its surface. If he had to use something to describe it, it would be the sea. It wasn't as dazzling as the sun. Even though it was completely crimson, he always felt that it wasn't emitting light or heat. The red ripples were like waves, and like whirlpools, densely covering the entire field of vision.
The only problem was, this circle was a little too round.
It didn't look like a sphere at all, but a flattened large circle.
Perhaps the red moon was too close?
Roland examined it carefully for a while, but he still couldn't connect it with the red flying star observed by the astrologers—it resembled neither a planet nor a star. If the Battle of Divine Will really started because of it, how could it descend upon the world?
A thought suddenly popped into his head.
If the chief astrologer, Scholar Misan Xing, were to accept the call of the Divine Relic, could he confirm that this thing was indeed the red moon from the faintly flickering stars in the dome?
Of course, it was also possible that the poor old man would be directly scared witless on the spot.
Roland shrugged, stood up, and looked around at the four giant paintings surrounding the red moon.
A throne, seawater, a black curtain, and himself.
Apart from the scene in the underground hall of the Third Border City, these records had all been viewed in the collection hall of the Sacred Temple. There was nothing special about them. The relic was probably like a recording device, capable of real-time feedback of the scenery near it. According to Pasha, the giant painting that was completely black belonged to the eliminated underground civilization.
Roland waved hello to himself and Wendy in the painting. The latter two didn't respond, obviously unable to hear his calls.
What about the promised influence on reality?
He walked closer to the throne scroll and reached out to touch the painting itself—it felt like a smooth, soft fabric, with a very fine texture. The image on the surface was just an image. He couldn't cross the border and enter the world of the painting.
After Roland turned around, he didn't find anything new. He was about to head towards the periphery of the hall to explore whether this place was truly boundless when a rustling sound suddenly came from the paintings behind him.
In this silent environment, the sound was particularly clear, like the friction between steel, or the echo of hard objects hitting the ground.
In an instant, he felt all the hairs on his body stand on end!
Damn it, no one mentioned that these giant paintings could make sounds!
He stopped and turned around abruptly.
He saw that the painting showing the throne had inexplicably added a漆黑armored warrior, who was sitting on the throne, its pair of scarlet eyes sweeping down at him from a high position.
And another painting also showed movement.
A large number of bubbles surged with muffled gurgling sounds, followed by a huge eyeball reaching out from the幽暗seabed, gradually approaching the edge of the picture, as if it couldn't wait to stick out of the frame. The three triangular pupils all stared at him, which was a little uncomfortable at first glance.
Did you guys arrange this?
Roland couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As long as they didn't hide and play tricks, he wasn't afraid of these two monsters with no terrifying appearance.
Aren't they high-阶魔鬼and unknown civilization's relic guardians?
He raised his head and walked to the center of the four giant paintings, facing the two alien creatures.
"Good afternoon, are you here to participate in the Battle of Divine Will too?"
"Is this life-and-death war unavoidable? Can't we sit down and talk?"
"Can you understand what I'm saying?"
"At least squeak if you can't understand!"
"Hey, is this a game to test composure? Whoever closes their eyes first loses?"
Roland tried to communicate with them, but he never received a response.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to feel that the devil's chest was rising and falling more and more rapidly, and the huge eyeball was also gradually trembling.
Is this a sequela of staring? Could it be that they can only watch him helplessly, and then whose eyes get sore first? What kind of danger is this? Even if someone comes to visit this place alone, there's no problem at all.
He rolled his eyes and was about to end this boring staring contest when a团black tentacle suddenly appeared on the painting!
They pounced on the devil and the eyeball like snakes, tying them up tightly.
What... what the hell? Roland couldn't help but froze.
The devil finally moved, grabbing the throne tightly and letting out a series of strange screams! Flames and transparent blades suddenly appeared around it, fighting with the tentacles. But the number of tentacles was astonishing, and the seemingly soft little hand at the end could easily break the weapons summoned by the other party.
The devil seemed to be fighting an invisible powerful enemy. The screams became more and more intense. Roland even felt the tension in its tone. As a beam of electric light burst out from the armor, the tentacles finally retreated a step, releasing its restraint on it. Taking advantage of this opportunity, it stood up from the seat unsteadily and ran out of the area displayed by the giant painting without looking back, even breaking off a section of the throne's armrest in a panic.
And the giant eye monster wasn't doing any better. Several tentacles had already pierced into the eyeball. It was painful just to look at. Light blue liquid trickled out of the pierced area, like tears streaming down its face. It didn't scream like the devil, but constantly shot out dazzling rays from its three pupils, blocking most of the tentacles outside.
Suddenly, all the giant eye monster's pupils opened at the same time, and a faint ripple slammed towards the giant painting. Roland immediately felt a mouthful of腥臭breath spray on his face, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the tentacles also released their entanglement of the eyeball—the latter quickly slid back in the direction it came from, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye. At the same time, the碧波seawater overhead was also rapidly darkening, as if the perspective was sinking. Soon, no light could be seen at all.
"Uh... what exactly happened?"
Roland inexplicably glanced at the throne scroll that was in a mess, and then looked at the seawater painting that had turned pitch black. He didn't recover for a long time.