I have only one person, trekking in the empty desert, I don’t know where I came from or where I am going. I know that this is my dream, a dream that I can never escape.

This is a familiar world, a dark sky, no sunshine is seen all year round, only three bright moons hang high in the sky. No matter how time changes, they will never move, as if they are fixed there, from eternity to eternity.

On the barren land is endless yellow sand. Covered by the yellow sand are hundreds of millions of pale and dazzling white bones. The rusted swords and broken shields are still firmly fixed in the hands of the bones, as if they can stand up and attack all enemies in front of them at any time. However, that is only the case. They are now just corpses, and they can never stand up again. The fragments of the soul of the evil god have been severely damaged, and the power to support their recovery is unsustainable. All the bones fell to the ground, just like an ordinary corpse, silent and harmless.

"Is it here again?" I really want to laugh, and I really want to laugh out loud, but I can't laugh at me no matter what. Facing such a familiar environment, but also facing such a strange scene: "What kind of dream is this time?"

No one can answer me, the world is dead silent, only the bitter sound of the wind fills my ears, monotonous and never stops.

"What scene is this that I have encountered before?" I have never seen such a world. In my memory, this world is always filled with fierce fighting, and the sound of friction between bones and the sound of collision of weapons will never be cut off. That should be the original appearance of this strange space world, or in other words, it should be the original appearance of this dream world. This world should be like what I have appeared countless times in my dream. It should not be as empty, deadly, monotonous as it is now.

I am alone, trekking in this desert. I don’t know how long I have been walking, nor how long I will go. Everything around me will never change. No matter how long I have walked, all I see is still desert, wind, sand and bones, exactly the same desert, wind, sand and bones, and what I hear in my ears is still the whistling sound of wind. In this world without obstacles, even the sound of wind is monotonous. Looking up at the sky, the unchanging three bright moons are casting cold light, and the curved curves are like three cold smiling faces. This is sarcasm and ridicule, mocking my timidity, mocking my cowardice, mocking my sins.

I was walking in the desert numb and mechanically. How long have I been here? One day, one year, one hundred years, one thousand years, or just a short moment? I don’t know and have no way to guess. Time has lost its meaning here. Walking on this land, maybe a moment is no different from eternity.

I walked numbly, unconsciously.

Am I really walking? Why is it still like this no matter how I walk or how I run? Why is it still the same thing around me no matter how I run or how I walk, but I can only hear the sound of the wind that will never change? Am I really walking? Or is it the so-called walking that only exists in my fantasy?

No, I am really walking, everything is not constant. There are still subtle changes on the corpses covered on the ground. Yes, the corpses are different. This one seems to have a particularly large eye socket. This one seems to have three teeth missing, and a rib has broken. A sincere joy arises in my heart. I can finally confirm, confirm that I am indeed moving forward. I have not completely collapsed in this empty and silent world. Thank you, our enemies, although we have fought to the death, at this moment, we still have to thank you. You have given me the courage to continue walking.

But, even if I know this, what's the use? Everything will not change at all. I am still moving forward alone in this world, enduring monotony and loneliness.

I suddenly understood, and I suddenly knew what the source of this scene I had never seen before. The scene in front of me should be the world after we left, the world that lost our soul, the soul, the world that lost everything, the world that your soul would sleep forever. It turns out that what you saw before your death was like this, such a cruel scene, right? My Nelly, my lover.

Is this a new punishment? My lover. Is this punishing my past sins? Or is it punishing my attempt to get out of the past? Maybe, I will never be able to get out of the past, and I will never be able to get out of my own sins. But what does that matter? Even if I endure endless regret and endless torture forever, at least I can be with you every time I dream, see your face and hear your voice.

But this time, where are you, my Nellie.

In this monotonous and dead world, eternal loneliness eats my will and soul. I want to get rid of this endless loneliness and talk to people. It’s good for everyone. Talk to me. Otherwise, how long can I last in this world?

"Pennis, Pennis, wake up."

Who is it? Who is calling me? Oh, by the way, this is a dream, this is just a dream, I should wake up.

The dream world quickly blurred and collapsed in my eyes, but in the last moment, I seemed to see a familiar figure, with a familiar smile, waving goodbye to me from afar, as if that gentle voice was whispering in my ear, I will see you next time, my lover.

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"Huh Huh Huh." Panis sat up straight and woke up from his shallow sleep.

"Are you okay?" The sudden movement shocked Catherine, who was approaching, and asked in a low voice: "Why are you having a nightmare again when you move so hard?"

"Huh, nothing." Panis covered his face with his hands and rubbed it hard a few times to cover up the melancholy and uneasiness on his face: "How long have I been sleeping?"

"It's not long." Catherine looked at the timer: "It's ten minutes left to go."

"Fortunately, I haven't slept for too long." Panis moved his stiff body and looked around. Lina and Vivian entered a state of sleep after taking the medicine and were recovering their magic and mental power. Marcia leaned against her backpack, trying her best to relax the muscles in her body, and used the fighting spirit to relieve physical fatigue. Catherine should have completed this process and is guarding everyone. The five silver wolves were obediently lying on the side, occasionally biting two green grass and chewing them in their mouths, looking leisurely and contented.

"Get up and prepare." Catherine stretched out her hand to Panis: "Wipe your sweat in a towel. Every time you wake up from a dream, you sweat so much. I don't know what you dreamed of."

"It's a nightmare." Panis shrugged indifferently, grabbed Catherine's hand and stood up with the force, and said relaxedly: "Didn't you talk about your nightmare before you just rested? It's no big deal."

"I'm not a nightmare," Catherine said seriously: "I like that kind of dream. In the dream, I can feel the distance between me and Lord Neli, and I can even feel that Lord Neli's soul is watching me in the divine realm, giving me infinite courage. Although I don't know why that dream will appear, I still hope it will appear a few more times, the better."

"Are you like me?" Panis smiled bitterly and sighed, "Actually that is not your dream, that is Anne's dream. Since Anne is the undead, her soul is unstable when she rests, some broken dream information may be emitted. It just so happened that you are closest to her and the relationship is very close, so you naturally receive it."

"Anne's dream?" Catherine frowned and asked in confusion: "But how could Anne see those things? If she hadn't deceived us, she shouldn't have dreamed of that kind of scene, nor should she know the existence of Lord Nellie."

"So, this proves what I said before, those people's inferences about the emergence of these intelligent undeads." Pannis picked up his backpack and tied it up, hung various gadgets back on his body, and explained: "This is what I think, those things that are not Anne's memory. More than a hundred years ago, Kai, Kai, and Kyle broke into a different space through the gate of death and directly raided the fragments of the soul. You should have thought that what you dreamed of was the scene at that time."

"Yes, that's what I think." Catherine nodded and said, "I think there is only this kind of explanation."

"Yeah, you should be right." Panis said patiently, pretending to be something that had nothing to do with him: "You didn't see those scenes, and Anne didn't see them, but someone saw them. Well, it might not be appropriate to say that they were humans, but something was seen."

"I understand." Catherine said suddenly, "You think that is actually a fragment of consciousness that a fragment of the evil god's soul collapsed under Lord Neli's self-attack, right?"

"Well, there should be many fragments of consciousness." Panis said: "But due to Ana and Neri's filter, only the fragments related to her escaped and were received by each soul-recovered by the undead who was affected by the fragments of the soul. These consciousnesses are only tiny remaining fragments, so they can only appear by chance in the situation of a dream."

"It sounds very reasonable." Catherine sighed and shook her head, "But I always feel that something is wrong."

"These are all guesses." Panis said: "What happened and why it happened. I'm afraid even those who have been to the different spaces cannot explain it clearly. Perhaps only the evil god's remnant soul and..."

Before the name was said, Vivian and Lina who were sleeping beside him woke up from the effect of the potion at the same time. Lina sat up in a daze, shook her head vigorously, and shook her tangled silver hair like shaking her hair. After Vivian opened her eyes, she slowly got up from the ground after she rubbed her eyes and said, "We have never had time to sleep."
Chapter completed!