Oracle of Terra

[Rely on imagination, the army of the dark king, the monsters from the abyss, these are creatures that only exist in fantasy and do not exist in reality, but you have to remember, this is a dream. 】

"I feel like I'm going to die if I'm not paying attention. Xiao Hui's ribs are broken, and Aivona... Forget it, let's not talk about her. Is it true that I won't die here?"

[Naturally, no one will die in knightly competitions. Death here just means that you temporarily wake up from a dream, just like a nightmare. Did I explain it earlier? 】

"Too."

Sona seemed to have recalled Renekton's briefing session, but because she had been so dazed these past few days and was really exhausted from fighting, she didn't remember it.

"I'm so tired... If this dream is a story, we've just finished the first act, right?"

[Almost, you can rest for a while, dreams will only bring mental fatigue, and your physical body is just sleeping in reality, so this kind of training itself will not have any bad effects on the body. On the contrary, you These few days of fighting have honed your sense and experience in the battlefield. How about those enemies? 】

"It's a deadly move, it's not a way of playing in the knight competition at all, it seems that we are really engaged in a defensive battle to defend our homeland, those big guys...they have killed a lot of people, the commander has been a little depressed these days of."

[They are fake. 】

"Even if it's fake, it's too real. Whether it's the smell of blood, the air that permeates the battlefield, or even the rust smell in the nose when you're bruised and beaten, it's all so real, Renekton, sometimes in the Among them, it is hard to doubt whether I am dreaming, if it is not for the memory of living in Casimir for more than ten years, I almost think that this line of defense is real."

Sona felt that her experience in the past few days was much more extraordinary than her past ten years, and it was unforgettable.

"Me too. It's a novel experience. In comparison, the knight competition is a bit lukewarm."

【After all, it was just a competition, not a deadly battle. Of course, you should have fought that kind of deadly battle. 】

"Compared to those black-armored soldiers, the killers of the Wuzhou League are simply childish."

Grenadi still remembers the impact on her arm when the heavy hammer hit her shield. Up to now, her arm still can't move well. The commander of the border defense line is ready to take turns and change defenses. The female general's support will arrive at this frontier fortress today.

"Sometimes I really envy Aivona's rough nerves. After fighting such a bad battle, she can sleep so dead."

Sona stood up straight, holding the heavy two-handed sword that didn't match her figure. She was really tired from using this thing these days, but even so, she trusted the heavy feeling in her hands.

"By the way, Renekton, isn't it strange that we sleep in a dream?"

【Hehe, it’s quite troublesome for me to explain the principle to you. Anyway, this is a good place to hone yourself. Don’t forget that you still have to defeat the Dark Lord with your partners. 】

"Those monsters are just minions, right?"

[Indeed, they are just the vanguard of the dark lord. In the background, the dark lord covets the domain of human civilization, and constantly sends her troops summoned from the abyss to erode the world, and the frontier fortress you are in is the defense line of civilization. It is also the place where it is hit the hardest. 】

"I always feel that there are many places worth complaining about."

【Anyway, that’s the setting, don’t take it too seriously. As for how this dream works, you’d better experience it slowly and with your friends. 】

Following Telles' words, the inner door on the other side of the frontier opened, and female generals wearing bright battle armor and leading a group of red-clothed sergeants appeared at the door.

"That is?"

[Reinforcement, use someone I know as an image instead, maybe you can see her in reality one day. 】

"All right...."

In fact, the female general who came to announce some things at the beginning was their boss of the Knights. It has to be said that Renekton is not very lazy in this regard. Of course, she herself did not expect too much from this dream. However, she is still very interested in the fact that most people use the faces of real people. In fact, some members of the frontier are the infected logistics staff of the Red Pine Knights. feel kind.

Sitting in the carriage that picked them up, Sona, Grenadi, and Aivona looked at the line of defense far away from them. There was obviously only three days there, but the almost non-stop fighting made them feel as if they were staying here. a long time.

"For the first time, I feel that the battle itself is a bit scary."

"Ah."

Sona and Grenadi, it's not that they feel timid, but that the battle in the frontier itself has no special purpose, for defense, for protection, if not for seeing familiar faces, maybe in such an inorganic , no response, but with the fear of the army coming in, they can't last long. Compared with struggling in the darkness of Casimir day and night, the almost methodical fear is more exciting. can not breath.

"Xiao Hui, do you think that one day, there will be a war like this on our side (reality)?"

"How is it possible? You think too much. If it's just a war between people, it's not that scary."

Huge worms, ghosts supporting them in empty armor, and those undead warriors who are tireless and infallible. If this is the reality, Grenadi thinks that nothing can match such an army.

At least in modern wars, there are always some reasons, but even after listening to Renekton's blunt background explanation, Grenadi still feels that those dark armies are just fears for no reason.

"I want to play for a few more days, it's enough."

"Although I've said it before, sometimes I really envy you, Aivona, so don't think about it so much."

Accompanied by the bleak cold wind, the knights set off on their way home.

"Has grandfather been here long?"

Knowing that the grandfather in front of her eyes is her real grandfather, Margaret Linguang also had many doubts. She also heard about things like the soul from her friend, that is, the doctor Sarkaz in black. , the power and spells involved in the Absolution Master's sword can interfere with the soul itself, but Margaret has a lot more desire for knowledge than this bizarre thing in front of her.

"That's right, some ancient secrets inherited from the family. Since you have already dabbled in it, it's okay for me to tell you. As for your father and your uncle, I didn't tell them these. After all, the old existence is mostly accompanied by time. Disappeared, and I don't want you to have anything to do with them, but now... there's nothing I can do."

Thinking of the contract between himself and that existence, Cyril Linguang felt a little helpless.

Compared with the guy Pigasus, the existence that is related to his precious granddaughter now seems to be more complete. You must know that the past events that Pigasus boasted about can't see the slightest shadow from him.

Cyril, who was still a young man at the time, also felt that he was stupid to fall for that old fritter with all his blood.

Thinking of this, he could only lament the mistakes he made when he was young.

"That...is it really okay for me to listen here?"

Justina just felt confused. After all, she didn't find it strange that the old man in front of her was the grandfather of the champion. But judging from their conversation, the grandfather of the champion seemed to have passed away for a while, but Meeting them here is really a bit supernatural, and she doesn't know how to deal with it.

"It's okay, Justina, I'm still confused anyway, Grandpa didn't drive us away, did he?"

"Alas... To be precise, it's not that I want to drive you away, but that you have long been involved with some ancient existences."

The more he thought about this matter, the more helpless and gentle Lao Linguang felt.

"In short, you have all learned the history of Casimir. The rise of the knights is to overthrow the rule of the gods themselves."

"My father and mother told many stories when they were children, and I remember it very clearly."

"Then, Margaret, do you know what the people of the gods are?"

"Uh......"

Margaret Linguang was taken aback for a moment. It seemed that she really didn't know what the gods were. After all, judging from the nature of the story, the gods were probably the evil beings that appeared in the story and were defeated by the brave knights... .But since they are given the sacred title of Gods and People, then there should be no evil existence after all.

"Of course, history is written only by some villains who claim to be the chosen people of God, idiots who practice high-handed tyranny. The origin stone revolution itself represents the arrival of a new era, but before the origin stone revolution, those who ruled this land, who ruled the world Part of the land is the people of the gods, meaning the representatives of the gods, and what they believe in is the existence that dominated this land thousands of years ago, that is, the gods that have appeared in stories and legends."

"God actually exists?"

Maria was a little surprised, but Margaret, who often dealt with mysterious warlocks and ancient bloodlines, was not surprised, after all, she herself had some clues.

That frivolous man, the blacksmith who displayed some amazing skills from time to time, and the painter who occasionally appeared in the exhibition hall, as well as some gestures of Duke Tallulah during the battle, and many traces, they are all It reveals the true face hidden in this land.

"Yes, it really exists. In fact, Maria, you have seen the so-called 'gods'. Although they have declined to shame, they were indeed gods in the past. In fact, according to some of his statements, I can also be regarded as one of them." They are the 'people of God', the chosen people of God."

"Grandpa is also a godman?"

"It's just a convenient title, it's not that important, and the god you and Margaret have met is the current head of the Casimir Knights Association and one of the leaders of the Supervisory Council. Pigasus."

"Mr. Pigasus?"

Margaret was a little surprised, after all, she was a close friend of her grandfather in the past, and she was also a person who took good care of Linguang's family.

"He is much older than you know, he is an old monster, although he was still young when I fought side by side with him before, but after I became his voter, he also told me a lot of secrets , but instead, I have to do a lot of things for him, although most of them are to protect Casimir, and there is no conflict with my original intention. But I also paid a lot, your parents , Many of my subordinates have disappeared from the public eye because of this."

"........................."

Such a shocking fact made Margaret's eyes widen. After all, she always thought that her parents were missing in some mission.

In fact, both Cyril and Pigasus told others this way, making them think that this was the result of Casimir's own decision-making.

"Then they?"

"I don't know where they were taken, but it must not be a good thing. God's chosen people cannot resist the god itself. This is the rule, and it is also the reason why I can only choose to do nothing. Now, I am going to Being an apostle is really hard to laugh at."

"grandfather...."

"If you want to reprimand my useless grandfather, just scold me. Your parents, those young people who trusted me, and those comrades-in-arms all fell into disaster because of my mistakes."

"No, I won't blame you. Without you, Casimir would not be so prosperous today."

"Is it."

Old Linguang sighed helplessly.

"In short, it would not be a good thing to have a relationship with the ancient existence itself, but now it seems that it can only be a wish."

In this world of consciousness, when Lao Linguang's consciousness revived here, he realized that his descendants were connected with some ancient hidden existences.

"Then, Mr. Cyril... Renekton is also a god?"

"It's not so much a god, it's more like a demon, the kind that's special in the Sargon area."

[That's really rude, I'm a real devil, and the place of origin you want to say is actually from Iberia. 】

A voice sounded in his mind again, and Cyril Linguang felt a little helpless when he heard Telles' voice.

"Are you going to punish me for my criticism?"

[How come, it’s okay to discuss a little bit, and I’m not that stingy, but this time the 'game' is more rewarding than I imagined, Miss Margaret, and Miss Maria, maybe you will be able to I saw your grandfather again in reality. 】

"real?!"

Maria was startled at first, and then her expression was a little happy, but Lao Linguang's expression was a little ugly, after all, he seemed to have seen this trick on a certain guy.

"Don't rush to be happy, Maria, Renekton... No, Mr. Telles, are you planning to resurrect my grandfather like you promised W?"

[Well, almost, but there are some differences in nature. After all, Kuranta and I are not related by blood, and your grandfather is not dead. 】

"what?"

Upon hearing this answer, Margaret looked at her grandfather inquiringly, and the old man sighed.

"The soul is immortal, and some privileges of the people of the gods are also shackles. I don't think this will be untied easily, although after my death, that guy Pegasus lost interest in the Linguang family, and my soul, too. It was only when I entered this dream that I regained consciousness."

[Soul storage, it seems that Pegasus can no longer do this, no wonder he would let a soul like you wander outside. 】

"What do you mean?"

Regarding the information about the soul, Pigasus has never shared much with Cyril. After all, he only talked about the benefits of becoming a voter, just like when he took his son and daughter-in-law from himself, Hid too much.

[Hehe, you seem to know a lot of secrets about the gods, but you don’t have a deeper understanding. Existences like us all have core authority. The ability to observe into the future to short-term points in time and then make changes. 】

"........."

After hearing this, Margaret probably understood why the battle with Telles always felt like she had been seen through on weekdays.

['Black Sky Horse' Pigasus' core power is manipulation, which is only second-rate compared to the 'domination' of the witch, just like a puppet show, manipulating the excellent body so that it cannot resist, in fact First, Cyril Linguang, the people of the gods can't resist the gods themselves because of the disparity in power, but now that Pegasus' power is weakened, he has no ability to control you. It's just manipulation, it gives you some illusions. 】

"Can't... fight against his delusion."

Cyril Linguang looked much older, and he showed an expression that seemed to understand something.

"Hahahaha... I thought I just made a mistake, but I didn't expect to be so stupid."

Couldn't see through... couldn't see through.

All this made him hate.

But in the same way, the person in front of him may also be deceiving, but considering the current interests of the two, there is no need for him to deceive himself about this kind of thing.

"grandfather...."

"Well, then... what's the matter with the 'resurrection' you speak of?"

[It is manufacturing, I will know a temporary body for you, as my 'clone', and then let that pair of consciousness enter it, just like I am manipulating my body, and let your consciousness transfer from it On the temporary body, in essence, I manipulated my own body to create a new clone, but I will hand over the management of the clone to you. Of course, I have a certain degree of veto power. As for how to build it, It's all up to you, even if it's going back to the prime of your youth. 】

"Sounds a lot more convenient than some of the Pegasus guy's stuff."

[Of course, he is second-rate, I am first-rate, top-notch, so naturally they cannot be compared. 】

"Uh... so, grandpa will get younger? Younger than uncle?"

[Look at your grandfather's own meaning. 】

"Sounds really interesting."

Cyril Linguang sorted out his emotions, and then took a deep breath.

"What should I call you?"

He loathes these ancient existences who play with the fate of most people, but he has to admit that only such ancient existences can do these bizarre things.

[So rare, since a new apostle is born, I will report myself after a long absence, it is a sense of ritual. 】

The white-haired Sarkaz youth emerged from the air. His confident smile and iridescent eyes that kept changing colors made Cyril squint.

It turned out that he was indeed a real devil.

The gods of the Sarkaz... He seems to remember that the guy from Pigasus told a story about the gods of the Sarkaz people.

"I am Telles, Telles Kasdale, a loser, the god of demons, Cyril Linguang, you are just like another apostle, it is good to call you His Majesty, although for you It may be a bit unaccustomed to the knights."