Volume 2: Funeral Song of Crows Chapter 41: Dream of Storm
In her dream, she was driving an old ship into a storm with no end in sight.
The fragile mast was broken, the tattered sails were blown down, the old deck was shattered, and finally the entire ship was torn into pieces by the violent storm.
And she, Irene Riel, the helmsman of this old, bloated, rotten ship, was blown into the air by the storm, and then fell into the deep sea in the howling wind.
The sea was littered with pale corpses, staring at themselves with wide eyes, as if to say "this is all your fault."
In the depths of the sea, a pair of huge black wings slowly opened in front of her, and two blood-red eyes opened wide under the wings, staring at her intently.
In other words, staring at the illusory crow feather in his hand.
Irene struggled to escape, but found that her hands and feet were entangled by countless transparent threads. She was like a puppet being manipulated, swimming uncontrollably towards the abyss in the depths of the sea, getting closer and closer to the engulfing shadow...
At the moment when she was about to be swallowed by the shadow, she screamed and broke free from this nightmare.
What made Irene feel creepy was that the moment she woke up, she seemed to be able to smell the salty smell of the sea.
This is not a simple nightmare. There are too many obvious metaphors and hints in this dream...
This was a thought that came into her mind after she calmed down.
As the supreme empress of the Riel Empire, her mental state has always been under the most stringent protection - whether it is the Platinum Palace forbidden barrier that has been continuously upgraded for thousands of years, or the Platinum Circle and the Holy Spirit Church's specially assigned illusion mages and exorcist priests for her. In the dark of this seemingly peaceful palace, countless protection measures are constantly operating day and night to ensure that all the decisions she makes as the empress of the empire are out of her own will, and not bewitched by magic and demons.
But this sudden nightmare...
The alarm in the bedroom did not sound, and even the scream that I made when I woke up from the dream did not cause any commotion. This meant that something had quietly bypassed all the defenses and implanted this hint or warning directly into my mind.
In this world, there is only one person who can do something to this extent.
The void king who holds the power of nightmares - Juamara.
He was warning himself not to give that soul fragment to the person who promised to calm the storm of the Broken Sea, otherwise that person would bring even more far-reaching disasters.
A virtual king who often causes disasters in the world through nightmares comes to warn her about possible disasters in the future?
This sounds like an unfunny joke.
It was at this time that a gentle knock on the door echoed in the bedroom.
"Your Majesty, the leader of the crows wishes to see you."
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William spread out the carefully drawn map of Blackwater Province and kept marking it with the magic medium in his hand.
Julian, the former tower keeper of the Serpent Star Lighthouse in Blacklight City, stood nervously by the side, so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do with his hands.
It's no wonder. A legendary figure from a thousand years ago, the strongest magic caster who could chat and laugh with the Mad appeared in front of him alive. Anyone would feel uneasy.
But at this moment, Julian was feeling more than just uneasy.
It's more of an excitement and excitement.
Since he was a child, Julian dreamed of climbing to the highest peak of magic and winning the crown of God's realm.
However, even though her background, talent, and efforts far surpassed those of ordinary people, and she practiced in seclusion in the Star Lighthouse for five years, she only managed to break through to the legendary realm. Even with the shadow magic she had studied the most, she could only glimpse the appearance of the divine realm with the support of the Star Lighthouse.
This is actually a very normal thing. It is better to say that she is gifted to have reached this point. After all, in the entire Star Council, there are only a handful of magic chanters who can reach the divine realm, and most people have only crossed that realm in one or two areas.
The man in front of him was not only a pioneer of the modern magic system, but also the only recorded wizard in the Divine Realm who had mastered all thirteen types of spells to the pinnacle of the Divine Realm.
Or it would not be an exaggeration to call it the pinnacle that a magic caster can reach.
If even the Star Lighthouse couldn't help her reach that realm, then perhaps only the man in front of her could guide her into it...
"One, two, three, four... If we have to choose the detonation location for the promotion ceremony, I guess there are only these few places..."
While Julian was distracted, William marked several locations on the map. He then took a few steps back and turned to the red-haired woman and said:
"And the most dangerous place is right here, so your mission is to command the remaining military forces to control it well... Are you listening to what I'm saying?"
"ah?"
When Julian heard William raise his voice slightly, he replied as if waking up from a dream:
"I'm listening... Protect Black Light City."
William sighed and corrected:
"It's not about defending Black Light City, it's about controlling this Moon Realm rift that has been exposed to the outside world."
The Moon Rift is not only a portal, but also a transit station.
With the Moon Realm Rift as the center, depending on the size of the Moon Realm Rift, Moon Realm portals of different sizes may randomly appear in the land around it within tens to thousands of kilometers. And the success rate of the summoning ceremony for Moon Realm believers within this range will also increase sharply.
Except for high-ranking Moon Realm monsters such as Demon Generals or the Incarnation of Nothingness, which must enter the real world through the Moon Realm Rift, other low-ranking Moon Realm monsters usually enter the real world through the portal near the Moon Realm Rift. It is for this reason that the invasion of the Moon Realm seems so hard to defend against.
"I have set up some simple space seals on the rift, but I don't have the materials to completely seal it. So for a long time, there will be Moon Realm monsters active in the western part of Nakuland. By then, your people will probably have to be dispersed."
William said.
In response, Julian replied carefully:
"That's not a problem, but you asked the logistics personnel of the fortress area to withdraw to the southern part of the Sorrow Mountains, and now we can't contact them... After we completely eliminate the Moon Realm believers in Black Light City, we must replenish the consumed props, repair the damaged weapons, and rest before we can let them leave Black Light City to carry out the mission. You see..."
William replied without changing his expression:
"I will ask the logistics personnel who are responsible for taking care of daily life and maintaining weapons, as well as their families, to return as soon as possible, but the alchemists and enchanters may be delayed... However, since the battle mages don't really need to rely on those enchanting consumables, you can let them carry out their tasks first, and let the magic swordsman troops stay on standby in the city."
Julian was just about to ask in detail what the delay was when the door of the operations room suddenly opened.
A young man with a deep blue sword on his waist and blood all over his body stepped in. He half-knelt on the ground tremblingly and saluted the two people:
"Sir, we have destroyed the headquarters of the Grace Cult, but the head of the sect, Rudolf, and several core members escaped under the cover of the Moon Realm monsters."
Julian was surprised when he heard this and asked:
"Didn't I let Dennis lead the team? How could he fail?"
Dennis, the president of the Battle Mage Order, is at the peak of the Grandmaster level. If there is a promotion opportunity, he is expected to be promoted to the Legendary level within three years.
"Master Dennis was severely injured by Rudolf, the head of the Gift Sect, and is now recovering in the Temple of Life."
The young man holding the sword answered, suppressing the trembling in his voice.
Then he went on to say:
"It can basically be confirmed that Rudolf has been promoted to the legendary level through the Moon Realm Contract."
Julian asked more puzzledly:
"Since the opponent has already been promoted to the legendary level, how could he possibly escape?"
There is a qualitative difference between the realm of master and legend.
In the era of the Golden Calendar, people called those gods and heroes who swore an oath "legends". In the era after the birth of classical magic, when the Takma Cult defined the realm of magic casters, it used the strength of gods and heroes as the criterion for judging legends.
If Rudolph had truly reached legendary status, he wouldn't have needed to run away.
"Because there is a ..."
As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the door behind him.
Julian followed his gaze, but there was nothing there.
"What?"
Julian asked.
William on the side snapped his fingers, and a ghost floating in the air, with countless painful and howling souls collected in his cloak and an invisible sickle in his hand, appeared there quietly.
The cold sweat dripped down the face of the guy holding the magic sword.
"Before I followed you to the sealing room, I was worried that something unexpected might happen during the liquidation operation, so I sent someone to follow you."
William said.
Julian remained silent for a moment, staring at the floating ghost with wide eyes. After a long while, she exclaimed:
"Tell the ghost of death! This technique has been lost for more than 500 years!"
