crown of stars

The strong vibration lasted for a full day, and when the ground was completely silent, the surrounding terrain had changed drastically.

Messiah spread his wings, shook the dust off his wings, and jumped out from the dust that was as deep as his calves.

The underground space has stabilized again, but it is still extremely fragile, and it will be torn apart again at any time, or it will become a passage from the lower plane to the main material plane after many years.The cramped cave expanded several times, and choking smoke and dust floated on the dome of the hall.

Messiah strolled in the hall, looking around curiously.Since being imprisoned in that damned place, he has never seen anything outside.Sunshine, flower fragrance and running water, these common things are stored in the depths of my mind and gradually fade away.In the demiplane, there is only the never-ending howling of the wind, the distortion and fury from the depths of the soul, loneliness and darkness go hand in hand.

Until an accident, he discovered this failed call.

The illithid was buried in the thick ruins, only a few spots of bright red were slightly visible from the cracks in the gravel above.After venting, the tyranny of the soul subsided temporarily, and the smell of blood no longer had the desire to destroy.Remnants of common sense prompted Messiah to wander the ruins in an attempt to find something useful.

The altar was damaged when the portal was opened and is now completely collapsed.He returned to the altar, picked up a pinch of crystal clear powder from the ground, and the mithril was firmly condensed on the stone platform again.The pool used by the illithids to store the "tadpoles" was completely shattered, and the "tadpoles" gushed out along with the mucus, and turned into dust under the terrifying pressure. The salty water was filled with the blood of the illithid larvae.

Messiah dug out a fist-sized sphere from the bottom of a pool of crystallized salt, with brain-like folds on its surface, full of elasticity and toughness.He was full of contempt for this poorly shaped sphere, but something that could be treasured by illithids was nothing special, so he reluctantly accepted the fact that it became a trophy.

Messiah is looking for a garment.Although he didn't mind being naked in the demiplane, the habits left over from his previous life made Messiah instinctively want something to cover him after he came underground.The illithid's moisturizing suit obviously didn't fit his aesthetics, and a bloody mess was disgusting enough.

After aimlessly skimming the bookcases and display cases, the Messiah turned to the wooden cage where the slaves were held.Most of the people held in the cage were humanoid creatures suitable for transforming into illithids. Most of them were killed in the explosion the day before. Their frozen bodies were lying face down among the pieces of wood, with black bloodshot eyes hanging from their ears.

There is probably only one exception.

A half-elf lay in the ruins, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, seemingly no different from other unfortunates, but a silver-blue aura invisible to mortals separated the boundary between life and death.

The surviving prisoners were dressed in ragged clothes, with old and new scars intertwined on their emaciated bodies, their faces were flushed, and their breathing was weak and rapid.Messiah brushed his hair back with his hands and found that his forehead was hot and he was clearly having a fever.

Messiah summoned the wind element, condensed a small sharp edge on his fingertips, and passed across the survivor's neck, but was blocked by the circle of aura as expected.Messiah looked at the half-elf on the ground with great interest, and the eternal cursed fire in the depths of his soul seemed to be less intense.

This knowledge made Messiah give up the idea of ​​killing the half-elf. Messiah gently picked up the half-elf, crossed the debris on the ground, cleared a relatively flat ground, and placed it on his back on the ground.

The half-elf was terribly light, and Messiah felt as if a feather was held in his arms, even with the iron chains, it only added a little weight.When he lay on the ground, beneath the tangled black hair, his appearance was impressive enough.

Nigel stood in a blooming garden, staring into the palms of his hands, sure that he was dead.

From the time he was conscious, he spent time in the prison van, from the plains to the hills, from the sea to the inland.Sometimes he will be sold as a servant, and sometimes slave traders will trick him to cover his sharp ears, and sell him as a human boy to a childless couple, and then he will be treated as a monster to continue the next abduction journey.

He also ran away, and learned to submit after being caught repeatedly. In the end, the slave trader felt that he had lost his final use value and sold him underground.

There was never a day when he dressed as well as he did now.

Nigel tossed the pom-pom high into the sky, and the sunlight made him want to cry.

The red-gold ball rolled into the grass, and a head the same color as the ball ran over the fence to pick it up and gave him a silly smile.

"Nigel! Mother called us!"

Nigel pinched the corner of his clothes, and followed the red-haired boy step by step.

He wanted to see what this afterlife would take from him.

The red-haired boy carried the ball around the fence, and led him over a babbling brook, and up many steps, to a house by a waterfall on a cliff.The brilliance of the setting sun sprinkled on the water of the waterfall, as if covering the red house with a curtain made of jewels. There is a huge terrace on the second floor, and there is a woman with the same red hair sitting in the thick shadow of the linden tree. Down.

The woman was wearing a royal blue dress, her flaming hair was entwined with gold threads, and her golden forehead crown was carved with sedum and unnamed small white flowers.When they climbed up to the terrace, she was sitting on a deck chair by the waterfall, playing the lyre and humming softly.The sounds of streams and waterfalls were so loud that they matched her humming flawlessly.

The red-haired boy naturally leaned against her lap, closed his eyes and listened to the woman's long and peaceful singing, and soon fell asleep.Nigel sat down cautiously at a distance not too close, and looked at the red-haired woman. Even though she couldn't see her face, there was always a sense of familiarity for some reason.

The air on the terrace is cool and humid, and the unknown fragrance of flowers and fruits wafts along with the wind, as if staying in the gorgeous midsummer time forever.The red-haired woman plucked the piano and continued to sing softly, her eyes looking into the distance did not know when to look back and fell on Nigel, her tone was more sad.

Immediately afterwards, the singing became longer and longer, as if telling an ancient legend, and the inextricable sounds surrounded him. Nigel no longer tried to analyze it, and let them sink him directly into the ocean of singing.At the same time, Nigel found that the woman was getting more and more familiar, and the face hidden behind the shadow was getting closer and closer to a person—his own face.

Nigel was taken aback, and hurriedly backed away, with nothing under his feet.Houses and waterfalls suddenly twisted into a ball of flame, and the clanging of swords and the neighing of horses filled the streets.He was caught under the armpit by a strong hand, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the red-haired boy screaming and chasing him closer and closer.

The gangsters on the horse seemed extremely annoyed by the red-haired boy's pursuit. Nigel heard the sound of a bowstring ringing in his ear, and the red-haired boy fell to the ground, and the bright red blood flowed farther and farther along the stone slab.

The hazy music once again enveloped the entire dream.

Nigel awoke with a start and found himself lying on the cold floor of the cavern, still alive.

It was quiet all around.

It took Nigel a few minutes to break free from the chaotic dream and to organize his thoughts.

One, he was alive and the illithid was dead, the summoned creature killed the illithid.Either way, being alive is the greatest gift.

Second, although he is alive, his physical condition is still very bad.Nigel tried to sit up with his hands on the ground, but found that his whole body was weak and weak, and he was extremely thirsty.This is not new to him, as long as there is plenty of water, he can get through it.But in the Underdark, the value of the same clean water is several times or even higher than that of gold, so he carefully kept himself from getting too serious diseases.

Yet that plan collapsed today.

Third, the illithid collection may have been completely destroyed.Nigel looked around and couldn't find anything useful except for the shards and shards, except for weapons and scrolls.

Nigel smiled bitterly, stood up unsteadily in the ruins, and walked to the storage room that was also shattered into pieces, trying to find some leftover food.

Messiah walked in with a black-skinned drow, and his condition was much better than when he first arrived underground, unarmed.He folded his wings, and wrapped a set of silver and black leather armor around his body, but it didn't fit that well, and a large piece of skin was still exposed on his wrist when he walked.

The collapse of the illithid's lair caused quite a shock in the ground. As the old neighbor of the illithid, Drow naturally wanted to take a look.Each family sent several elite teams to investigate the enemy's situation, all of them were blocked by the Messiah, and they took care of it single-handedly, and harvested several sets of high-quality armor and scimitars by the way.

It's just that Drow's height is generally too short, and his armor is too small.

As soon as he came in, Messiah saw the awakened half-elf wandering among the ruins, the shackles between his hands and feet jingling, like a ghost with half life lost.Messiah took dry food and water from Drow and threw them at the half-elf's feet.

The half-elf looked warily at the Messiah who was carrying the drow, and after making sure that there was no hostility, he walked away a few steps, leaning against the ruins and tearing up the food.

The unequal confrontation dissipated invisible. Messiah reminisced about those stubborn blue eyes. His fingertips reached into the pockets of the leather armor. Exchanged thoughts, throwing the unconscious drow into the abyss.

After the bright silver hair disappeared, the half-elf put down the dry dough and stared at the entrance of the cave with complicated eyes.

From the moment the spirit sucker was killed, he knew that what was summoned was definitely not an angel, but a demon.

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