The traveler's shabby cloak collapsed, and light gray ashes emerged.

The ashes collapsed in front of the fire, condensed and melted into gray-black giant wolf. The rich shadows and gray frost lingered beside them, just like they were a phantom themselves. The strange traveler took a step forward, and the giant wolf immediately grinned and revealed the white teeth in its outlet, and a whimpering threat came from his throat. He pushed aside his cloak, revealing the giant sword hidden under the shabby rough cloth, and golden flames rolled out from the scabbard. Maximus saw that the air was distorted by heat, and the terrifying flames instantly ignited the dense forests shrouded in the darkness on both sides of the road. At this moment, the brief and severe pain that swept across his body made Maximus widen his eyes, but a soft voice kept reminding him to sit by the bonfire and not leave, and at the same time stay away from the golden flames.

The ash ice on the ground melted, evaporated, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"You have no choice." A smoke-gray giant wolf said in a usual relaxed and pleasant cunning tone. Maximus was completely unaware that the giant wolf spoke Hebrew, not the common language of the alien race, and he didn't even realize that he could understand the language he had never learned. "Why resist fate? Why do you have to give everything to this weak race? You are destined to practice the will of the ether, you are destined to step on the ladder and sit on the throne to exercise your power. All your choices will push you to our side, Joshua, this is a destined future."

The smoke-gray giant wolf surrounds the strange traveler, and Maximus finds that the latter is visible to the naked eye.

The severe headache made his vision blurry, and the intense dizziness made it difficult for him to continue thinking. The flames leaped in his eyes, licking his soul along his nerves to his brain. He did not see what happened before the bonfire. He only heard someone say something calmly, and then a pain that never had before made him fall to the ground. Maximus wanted to make a quick psychological diagnosis of himself - visual and balance barriers - the only judgment he could make now. He realized that he was in a dream, but he had no memory of why he had entered the dream.

He felt his face touching some kind of wet, smooth, sticky and cold hard object. Before he opened his eyes, he subconsciously pressed his hot forehead on it, greedily eager for a hint of coolness. He gasped, stuck out his tongue to lick the liquid in front of him, moist and dry lips and throat. At this moment, any liquid was delicious to him. It seemed that after a long time, Maximus gradually remembered where he was. His brain was barely turning like a rusty gear, and it took him a long time to realize that there was something wrong with his mind. Maximus barely supported his body, and he felt as hard as moving a shuttle.

"Why do I blindfold my eyes?" he asked, "Why can't I see anything?"

"We are not blindfolded by your eyes, sir." The priestess' voice rang in his ears, "Please open your eyes."

"I've opened my eyes."

"No, you didn't, you didn't realize that you had closed your eyes." Priestess Peili said softly, "Please open your eyes, sir."

Maximus took a deep breath to calm his impatience.

He habitually implanted ideas into his heart. As a top mind manipulator and mind reader, he has the ability to control his nerve electrical signals and indirectly improve his motor ability. He is also able to psychologically analyze himself, crossing the barrier between his soul, body and consciousness. When he opened his eyes, the originally faint candlelight around him became extremely dazzling. The blurred vision and light made his pupils barely adapted - he saw himself kneeling on the ground, and the stone slab under his knees were flooded with blood - he raised his weak arms, and his palms and arms were covered with blood that was about to condense. He tasted the blood in his mouth, with a trace of sweetness in the fishy smell. Surprisingly, he didn't seem to hate this smell.

He saw the head of the priestess Pelil being placed in front of his knees. Even though he was dead, the priestess still looked at him with a smile on his face. "I heard her voice, she was not dead." Maximus found that his heart was unexpectedly calm, "How long has the ceremony been since the beginning?"

The nearby armed personnel gave the answer, which surprised Maximus. "Also," the fanaticism in the eyes of the armed personnel was even more unbearable, as if the ceremony had given Maximus the supreme spiritual leadership. "Mr. Peili had self-martyred at the beginning of the ceremony, and for the sake of truth, she dedicated herself to you."

Maximus lowered his head and looked at the head.

"Pellil is not dead, she will be resurrected." He held up his head and pressed his fingers on his broken neck, "This is the truth."

"You shouldn't face them now." Master Hamil said hard.

No matter what he said, the emperor who was changing his arm armor did not respond. The hard alloy arm armor had a row of deep tooth marks, piercing the alloy, electronic muscle bundles and flexible metal seals, leaving dozens of wounds on the emperor's arm, as if they had been bitten by a ferocious beast. What's even more terrifying is that each wound emitting black cursed gas was almost invisible to the naked eye and twisted, trying to drill deeper into His arm. Accompanied by simple spells, those parasite-like creatures could only hear the screams of the soul, burned into smoke by golden flames, and in another dimension, several powerful spiritual entities died.

"They call you Joshua?"

"Yes, this is one of my real names." The emperor finally spoke. The burning wound did not make him feel pain. Perhaps he felt the pain, but his habitual refusal to show this humanized expression. But no matter what, Constantine, who finally finished the mission and returned to the emperor, had a gloomy face. He was not used to the emperor participating in battles without the protection of the imperial guards, especially a psychic battle. "The enemy behind the curtain has noticed me, and the protection of the Venerable's real name has already appeared." The emperor looked at Constantine, "Don't blame himself, this is a battle in a dream. With the dream of an alien psychic as the battlefield, the power that both the enemy and us can convey is extremely limited. Although I lost, the power given to the alien psychic by those spiritual entities is not as powerful as they expected."

"Why, Your Majesty?" Constantine asked, "Does the aliens still have value to them?"

"Everything has value to them. Master Constantine Hamil understands what I am saying. Everything we do is strengthening their strength." The emperor put on his arm armor again under Constantine's care, and at the same time repaired the metal armor plate with spells. Around Master Hamil, Constantine and the Emperor, the air became blurred, and only a spherical space could see each other clearly. "This conversation has been wrapped in a bubble of time and will never exist in the long river of time."
Chapter completed!