The God is dead… Now He is finally beginning to rot…

The old man in front of him said a seemingly normal word in such a normal tone, but everyone on the scene felt an indescribable weirdness.

Magnan's hands were already on the table, crossing faintly, his eyes fixed on the old man who called himself "Duvalt": "Which god is the god you are talking about?"

The old man smiled and said very calmly: "Who else can you? Of course, he is the upper narrator."

When the suspicious old man said the term "upper narrator", Yuri and Magnan's pupils shrank significantly, but there was no abnormality on the scene as they thought, as if everything was just a normal conversation.

At this moment, Gao Wen finally identified some details from the damaged patterns of the old man's body. It was a fragmented earth, and a symbolic palm was covered with...

"You are the priest of the upper narrator," Gao Wen said in a gentle tone, "but why do you say that the god is dead?"

Duvalte did not answer immediately, but took a pastry from the hearty delicacy on the table and placed it in front of Naretiel. The white-haired girl did not speak, but took the pastry and buried her head, and ate it quietly but very quickly, as if she had been hungry for a long time.

"The gods have been dead for many years. Before the world is destroyed, the gods have already started to die," Duvalte spoke very slowly, and his words seemed to carry the traces of the vicissitudes of time. "When he realized the truth behind the world, God went crazy, and when God went crazy, He died... He spent a century of death and a century of decay, and the world after this became like this."

While speaking, Duvalt raised his arm and sorted out his too-dished robe. Gao Wen vaguely saw that the edge of the robe was not only dirty, but also had some spider webs hanging - this showed that the owner of the robe had not only visited many abandoned and dilapidated places, but even stayed in a ruined ruined area not long ago for a long time.

If Sandbox One is regarded as a world that has become a world that has become an end, how long has this upper narrative priest named Duvalter been wandering in this world that has become an end?

The other party seemed to just want to chat with someone. Although the situation was a bit strange, Gao Wen still planned to take advantage of this opportunity to get more information and continued the topic: "Is there anyone else in this world except us?"

"People? They have long disappeared..." the old man said in a low voice, "The world has ended, civilization has ended, here there are only ruins, and Duvalte and Naretiel wandering among the ruins."

"Are everyone dead?" Yuri asked, "or... disappeared?"

"I don't know, I'll probably go back to the Lord." The old man gave the inexplicable answer in a vague way, and then took a portion of food from the table and handed it to Naritiel. The latter still ate very quickly and quietly, as if the conversation that happened around him had nothing to do with her.

"How many years have you been wandering here?" Selena joined the conversation and asked in a gentle tone.

"I can't remember, probably since the end of the world, I stayed here," said the old man calmly, "I still remember some vague things, remember the city's bustling and bustling time. At that time, many people lived in these houses. The streets were merchants from swamps, forests, plains and coastal city-states, celebrations and heroic dramas, and speeches and debates by philosophers on the platform. The temples in the city were bright and spacious, and the sun shone on the pulpit platform through the clean windows, and the believers were calm and joyful...

"I still remember news coming from the south, scholars created devices that could look at the stars. Sailors from the West Coast discussed the strange fish they caught in the deep sea in the tavern. A dancer from the oasis area entered the city, and half of the city was talking about her beauty...

"Ah, that was a wonderful time...but it's all over."

The old man shook his head, picked up a glass of wine that Yuri handed him, tried it and made a whisper: "Oh, this is really incredible...Naretir—"

The white-haired girl who was burying her head and looked up at the wine glass in the old man's hand in confusion. After getting the other party's affirmative look, she took the cup and took a sip carefully.

The next second, she vomited all the wine and vomited for a long time: Obviously, she didn't like this smell very much.

"...I'm very curious," looking at the old man and the weird girl in front of me who always spoke calmly, Gao Wen suddenly broke the silence, "What are you eating before we arrive - is there still food in the city?"

"We haven't eaten for a long time," Duvalter smiled and shook his head, "so, Naretiel is so hungry."

...

In the territory of Tifeng, the Orlandal area, the night sky has already drooped, and the stars lit up the night sky, reflecting the sparsely lit countryside below, and the "Olandal's Throat" located in the center of the region.

In the nameless village, a shepherd who had just fallen asleep tossed and turned on the bed, as if he was fighting an invisible sleep, but soon he calmed down, his breathing became stable and deep, as if the dream was suddenly stripped away, and his whole body had entered a deep, dreamless sleep.

Outside the window, a hazy figure flashed by.

All sounds silent. In the village where every household has turned off the lights and fall asleep, two figures in black robes slowly walked across the streets, bathed in stars, and walked from one end of the village to the other.

A young male voice came from under the hood of one of the black robes: "The dream control of the last village is completed, and they will have a good sleep, and no one will fall asleep tonight."

The figure next to him nodded, and a calm female voice came from under her hood: "Even so, patrol all night to prevent someone from breaking through the control and falling into dreams again - the Pope's crown requires us to create an absolute 'dreamless vacuum' throughout the Orlandel area. As long as there is one person in this area who is still dreaming, his dream may become a springboard and lead to accidents."

"Can such a 'dream isolation belt' really work?"

"Is it useful? It's something that the Pope's crown and the rogues outside the territory need to consider. Whether to do it or not is our business," said the calm female voice. "Instead of worrying about these, it's better to hope that everything will go smoothly tonight, and it's better not to use our arrangements."

"That's right..." said the young male eternal sleeper priest, walking towards the periphery of the village under the light of stars. Occasionally, some wind and grass sounds sounded in the quiet village, which made the world more and more silent.

"It is said that... the dream priests seven hundred years ago were responsible for doing these things." The male priest suddenly said.

"What's the matter?"

"Walking in the night, sootheing disturbed dreams, and healing those who are traumatized, just like what we are doing today."

“It sounds…it does look very similar.”

"I didn't expect that I would have a day when I came out of the underground palace to do such things - my grandfather once had a talisman of a dream priest, but it was destroyed during my father's generation," the young male priest shook his head. "It is said that after this incident, we have the opportunity to obtain new identities and be able to move openly - but accordingly, to a new place."

The woman walking beside her was silent for two or three seconds, shook her head and reminded: "Don't talk about these when you're outside."

“…and so.”

The male priest seemed to smile, and while agreeing, he raised his head, looked at the vast wasteland outside the village, and looked at the end of the wasteland.

A winding and broken edge of the earth slope undulates in the distant night. Starlight illuminates the edge of the earth slope, revealing that there seems to be a rift or a deep pit there.

Orlandell, the former imperial capital of Tifon, is quietly buried at the bottom of the huge pit.

...

In the ancient and deep underground palace, Archbishop Semler, with serious and gloomy temperament and sparse hair, is patrolling the deepest layer of the containment area.

The newly installed magic net device drives the magic crystal lamp, illuminating the darkest and deepest area once. The bright light seems to dispel the depression and low atmosphere brought by the upper narrator. Semler walked through the assembly hall on the ground floor, and a priest who seemed to have just arrived quickly came to him and bowed his head slightly to pay tribute:

"Archbishop, the dream control on the surface has been completed, and the dreamless vacuum area has covered the entire Orlandae area."

"Very good," Semmer nodded, "continue to maintain dream monitoring of Orlandaill, send out the Spirit Knights' reserves to support areas with gaps at any time."

"Yes, Archbishop."

"In addition, send an order to send additional personnel to guard the connection passage at the bottom of Orlandell's throat. If there is a 'zero level' leak here... if necessary, blow up the dome."

Faced with such an order, the priest showed a hint of hesitation: "Article, in this case, there is a very likely irreparable damage to the upper floor of the palace, and the entire underground palace may be exposed..."

"The upper area can be given up. All our important facilities are in the middle and lower levels. These two areas have elemental blessings and reinforcement spells to withstand the collapse of the dome. We can slowly solve the problem after blocking the underground palace. As for exposure... that's no longer important."

"Yes, Archbishop," the priest nodded slowly, but couldn't help asking, "But... can just blow up the dome really block the 'upper narrator'?"

"How can a pile of collapsed stones stop the invisible and tangible gods?" Semmer sneered and shook his head. "But the collapsed stones can stop the 'believers' of the upper narrators, that's enough."

The priest who was sending the command felt an indescribable pressure coming, but he soon took a deep breath in the pressure and nodded vigorously.

The priest left, and Semler stood in the corridor of the empty and quiet shelter area. He stood quietly for several seconds before shaking his head slightly and heading towards the area where the psychic choir members were accommodated.

Wearing thick silver-white armor and with many mysterious runes on his helmet, the Spirit Knight guard lowered his head in front of him: "Architect."

"Is everything OK?" Semmer asked in a deep voice.

A muffled voice came from under the Spirit Knight's helmet: "Everything is normal, Archbishop."

"Is anyone talking to the outside world?"

"No."

"very good."

Semler nodded, crossed the guard's spirit knight, and came to the door of the outermost room on the shelter area. He gently knocked on the metal door depicting runes and inlaid with magic materials such as mitral and copper. The knock sounded far away in the deep and long corridor.

Two seconds later, a gentle and pleasant female voice sounded behind the door: "Who is it?"

"It's me, Semmer," said Semmer, who was so serious and gloomy, "Ms. Wendy, I'll confirm your situation."

"Ah, Archbishop Semmer," Wendy, who was leaning against the corner of the room, observing the spider web boredly, stood up, patted the dust at the corner of the skirt, and came to the door, "I'm in a good situation here-the irritating sound has not appeared for a long time. But the room is also a bit boring, only the spider can help me relieve my boredom."

"Have it patient for a while," Semmer heard Wendy's voice in the room, and was rational and awake, and breathed a little relieved. "It has reached a critical stage. The sun will rise tomorrow and everything will be fine."

"I hope so."

...

Near the temple of Bonnime Sandra, in the only house with lights on, a white-haired girl named Naretire was already leaning against the corner of the wall and sleeping in the haystack, while the old man Duvalt sat not far away like a guard, sitting cross-legged on the ground, as if praying devoutly.

Yuri looked at this scene and couldn't help but mutter to Selena next to him: "To be honest, when Duvalte said that Naritiel was very hungry, I was ready to fight. I really didn't expect that she was really just hungry..."

Selena's answer was very brief: "The more normal, the more abnormal."

“…How long will we continue to ‘accompany’ these two people?”

"It depends on the opinions of the outside world...Gavin Cecil."

Selena said softly, her eyes falling on Gao Wen not far away.

Gao Wen stood up and came to Duvalt, who seemed to have finished a prayer.

"The god is dead," he said to the old man who was full of vicissitudes of life, "Who are you praying again?"

"Accustomed," Duvalter smiled and shook his head, "You know, faith... is inertia."

When he said "faith has inertia", his tone seemed quite complicated.

Gao Wen had no way of understanding what psychological changes would be like for a person who had been wandering in a deserted world for many years. He just shook his head and waved his hand to disperse a spider running through a nearby pillar.
Chapter completed!