the last king of darkness

Chapter 4 Dreamland (Please collect and recommend)
Feeling very embarrassed, Rhodes glanced at her secretly. The nun's cheeks were flushed, her head was lowered, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes.

He didn't know what to say, so he quickly took off his shirt and lay down on the bed.

After a while, feeling the coolness on the back, the nun's little soft and icy hands were placed on both sides of the shoulder blades, and began to stroke gently, and the warm water dripped on the back.

A strange heat rose up in her body, and her movements were as gentle as clouds in the sky, and as gentle as a distant dream.

The faint incense lingered in his nose, and it wasn't until this time that Rhode's spirit was completely relaxed. The unknown, fear, and death, with the anxiety, sensitivity, and melancholy they brought, really left him.

He felt that he was lying in the gentle water town, and his soul was completely stretched out.

There was a soft singing in my ears.

"For thirsty flowers I bring fresh rain from rivers and seas;

I swung the flail of the hail, and beat the green fields like silver..."

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In the dreamlike singing, Rhodes felt his soul burning, his body became light and light, as if floating in the boundless universe, his soul soared into the sky, and rushed towards the empty and boundless darkness.

However, in the next moment, the headache suddenly became severe, and he clearly felt the sharp pain of tearing, accompanied by the dull pain of heavy blows.

Rhode screamed, knelt on the ground, holding his head, the pain was so clear, just like the anesthetic disappeared when the tooth was pulled out before, every detail of the doctor's tweezers touching the bad tooth was reflected in the brain, causing the nerve to burst .

Rhodes stood up with superhuman perseverance, forced himself to open his eyes, and found that he was no longer on the bed, and the nuns and sisters had disappeared.

This is a world more like a dream.

He stood in the gray, dull mist, and the pale, as if faded earth was under his feet.

There is only such fog and soil around, extending infinitely, as if there is no boundary.

"Well, what's going on here?"

Rhodes felt that his head was in a mess, and the intense pain made his thinking blurred.

He walked forward subconsciously, and soon discovered the only existence in this empty world.

a stele.

In a world without any reference, it seems to stand in the center of the world.

It is about three meters high, square in shape, and gradually narrows from bottom to top, like an obelisk.

The surface of the monument is full of cracks.

And right in front of it, there was a black figure in the shape of a human being hitting it violently.

With every blow of it came a dull ache in the mind, so synchronized it was as if the obelisk was his nerve.

Before Rhodes came back to his senses, the black shadow spotted him, turned his head and swooped over at an astonishingly fast speed.

Almost instantly, he was thrown to the ground, the black shadow pinched his neck with one hand, and hit his forehead hard with the other.

The instinct to survive made Rhodes struggle desperately, but the power of the black shadow far surpassed him, and every heavy blow brought a soul-breaking pain. It has no facial features, only two scary red lights, but it gives people a A twisted hatred and an urgency to kill him.

Under the continuous heavy blows, Rhode's will began to slacken, death was approaching, his vision began to blur, the world became dark, and he gradually couldn't breathe, as if the weight of reality was weighing on him.

But he still resisted, even though it didn't help.

Am I done?
In the agony, Rhodes only had this thought in his mind.

Is this how I end up?
he thought desperately.

At this moment, a golden light pierced the darkness and shot out from the black shadow's chest.

Rhode subconsciously raised his hand and touched this inch of golden light.

The next moment, as if his instinct was triggered, Rhodes grabbed it violently, like holding a sharp blade of light.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out the sharp blade abruptly.

The black shadow's chest was torn open. It had no facial features, but its expression was extremely painful. It had no sound, but the neighing sound seemed to be transmitted through the soul.

The next moment, the black shadow was torn apart, and accompanied by a strange humming sound, it turned into countless black dust and dissipated in the air.

It wasn't until the last trace of black disappeared into the gray mist that Rhodes came back to his senses.

He lay down for a while, and then slowly got up, and was surprised to find that there were no wounds on his body, and there was no bleeding.

"How is this going?"

Rhodes was in a trance, and still in shock.

He looked down, the golden light on his hand was still there.

"This... am I really dreaming?"

Rhodes held the golden light in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. It was between matter and illusion, like solidified jelly, and like molten gold. It was in an irregular long shape, like a section of intercepted sunlight.

"It's amazing...is this some kind of weapon?"

This gave him a little courage. He took a few steps forward and came to the obelisk. He was surprised to find that it was recovering itself. The blue-gray stone surface was healing, and countless cracks were disappearing.
And with the recovery of the stone tablet, the severe pain in his head also disappeared, like the ebbing sea, and soon there was only a slight remaining pain beating on the nerves.

"What the hell is this? Where the hell am I?"

Rhodes felt that he had become a hundred thousand whys, questions in his head.

"Why does this stele seem to be in sync with my spirit? Could it be that I am in the microscopic world, and my nerves are so thick? In fact, my intelligence far exceeds that of Einstein?"

"Well, this possibility is not impossible..."

Rhodes carefully stretched out his hand and touched the obelisk lightly.

In the next moment, the surface of the stele became dark, like the deep night sky, and tiny lights dotted the background, like fireflies under the night sky.

"what is this?"

Rhodes looked at these light spots curiously, they were very dim, almost extinguished.

Only the middle one was slightly brighter, emitting a dark red glow like a pile of embers that had just been extinguished.

When Rhodes focused on the dark red star, many small characters appeared in the red light.

But he didn't know any of them.

wipe.

Rhodes made up his mind, as long as there is a chance, he must sweep the blind.

Due to illiteracy, Rhodes could only look away reluctantly.

But the other points of light did not respond, they were small and dim, and disappeared without paying attention, like hallucinations.

Rhodes looked at it for a while, but found nothing new.

Just as he was about to exit, out of the corner of his eye he suddenly noticed a slender dark red flame on the base of the stele.

"Huh? When did this appear?"

Rhodes moved his gaze, and the moment he looked at it, a line of information appeared directly in his mind.

【Flowers on the shore, the soul of Hegeol, Prince of the North】

"What is this? A soul?"

Rhodes looked at it for a few seconds, then turned his gaze back to the dark red spot.

"Is there a relationship between them?"

"Well, it's all dark red flames, if you add it in..."

In the next moment, Rhodes watched in surprise as the flame floated up, flew towards the dark light spot in the stele, sank into it, and was swallowed by it.

The dark red light spot became brighter, and the stars boiled up, as if they were burning.

A strange feeling rose in Rhodes, the obelisk began to light up, and the whole world seemed to be different.

The golden light in his hand suddenly dissipated, turning into countless golden dots and sinking into the obelisk.

"……what happened?"

Rhodes was at a loss, and when he was about to study it carefully, he suddenly fell heavily, and there was a strong sense of falling, and everything in front of him became blurred.

When he came back to his senses, he returned to that dim room again, still lying on the bed, and the nun's singing was still ringing around his ears.

"...I silently laugh at my own empty grave,

out of the rain cave,
Like a baby from its mother's womb, like a ghost from a cemetery..."

But her soft and boneless little hands were not at ease. She gently slid across his waist and down his back, feeling a tingling sensation like an electric shock.

boom!
The door was knocked open.

An aunt with a width of three meters rushed in and roared:
"Confinement! No. [-]! You are confined!"

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PS: The poem is excerpted from "The Clouds" by British poet Shelley

PS2: Three meters wide is an adjective
(End of this chapter)