After the mantra was chanted, Dark found that his head suddenly became groggy, as if he had been blinded by a rag stained with water.

The whole world seemed to be surrounded by spells that echoed into his ears.

He gradually felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to control his body, just like the biological body in the three-dimensional world was sublimated, breaking through the shackles in the form of energy bodies and entering the domain of the highest dimension.

Soon, in Dark's eyes, these strangely shaped and uniquely scented foods began to be "captured", "chewed" and "swallowed" by the limbs and arms at extreme speeds beyond human cognition.

In this room filled with confusion, gradually wrapped in steaming mist, Dark's thinking began to gradually leave the world with the spell.

He knew that among the rare philosophical views that ancient gods could pass down, there was one of the most unique arguments: the spirits of ancient gods exist in transcendence planes across the universe, and the bodies of the order gods exist in upper planes higher than the universe, and their bodies are just projections of the spirit in reality.

If someone could find the key connecting the two planes and hand it over to any of the ancient and orderly gods, they would connect the continental world and the highest plane, allowing human beings to evolve and become a kind of god.

Gradually, a sense of powerless suffocation came from Dak's mouth and nose, and quickly spread to his whole body. He found that his spirit was rising rapidly with the process of thinking cognizing the universe.

It broke through the atmosphere, the sun, the galaxy, and began to cross countless celestial bodies that rotated in the universe, seemingly eternal and unextinguished, crossed the "Pillar of Creation", crossed the "Galaxy Black Hole", until everything around began to become colder, colder, and less and less aura of material existence.

Cruzder's scientist Ivanov once told Ivan XXX that the conjectures about the universe were only less than one thousandth of the universe, and the limits that could be observed through scientific observations were only dozens of times that of the Creator could glimpse in the most sleepy, most confused, and most trance-free area.

And the realm of His existence is like a huge layer of dreamy shadows that constantly extend time, space, matter, and power in the deepest white world. The palace located in the dark abyss that humans and gods cannot recognize may bury the ultimate secret of the universe and the birth of this time.

About a few minutes, maybe a few years, or a few eras, Dark seemed to hear the long and long sound of the steamship whistle, and the language he could not understand for a short time, using the unique vocal organ to "play" the strange tone.

Quickly, the surrounding world began to collapse, and the moment when all the sounds came to an abrupt end, Dark's thinking seemed to return to the kitchen of the "Architect Lake" military camp, the "No. 1 military camp accommodation area".

After gasping for a few breaths, shaking his head a few times, dispelling the chaos and hangover caused by the hallucination, Dark found that the plates of "Cruzed dishes" carefully cooked by Wolfya were gone, leaving only a little seemingly normal leftovers.

Wolfya had already looked drunk. After looking up at Dark, blushing and showing an unknown strange smile, he fell head onto the table and soon made a thunderous snoring sound.

After a moment of silence, Dark looked at the cup filled with yellow liquid at his hand and quickly understood everything:

"It turns out that Wolfya also brought some drinks that the nobles of the old empire liked, and it seemed... called Kavas, right? Wolfya, Wolfya, I rarely see you drunk."

Dak picked up the large beer mug with Kavas, which was still half left, and joked with a smile:

"If I remember correctly, the royal nobles of the old empire actually did not like high-number strong alcohols. They prefer this 'gent drink'. When they feel that they have no hope of getting promoted and have no more goals, they will use Kavas as a paralyzing spirit.

"The Cruzds are often low in resistance to temptation. When an object can arouse spiritual excitement, we always become uncontrollable until our bodies are damaged by diseases, our spirits suffer endless torture, and eventually lose our lives and throw ourselves into the arms of Satan. This is the case with alcohol, the control of the Federation, and the land of the old empire."

Thinking of this, Dak drank the remaining yellowed liquid in the cup in one go, savoring the slightly bitter sweetness in it, feeling the taste that seemed to come from a thousand years ago, and connecting the soul with the old empire with that vibrant and vibrant peace era.

In that time and space, there were no disasters, few wars, rare killings, and not desolate. The roar of steam was endless, the shouts of labor were neat and loud, and everyone had a smile of confidence in the future on their faces. There were a wide range of goods on the shelves in the shops. The streets were rumbling on cars, trams, and carriages. The chimneys of factories never ended, and the fields were full of vitality.

Dake, who was silent in the beautiful phantom that he had never seen before, smiled on his lips. He didn't know whether it was the happiness brought by illusion or the yearning for the "beautiful new world", gradually, his eyelids became heavier and finally entered his dream...

At the same time, a meeting on the next general attack on the north of the "Architect Lake" federal military base, the top floor of the "Architect Lake" and the lost people of the old mines had just ended.

The officers who received the various orders formed by the meeting left the conference room one after another. After about five or six minutes, only Commander-in-Chief Yaroslav and Deputy Commander-in-Chief Oleg were left in the empty conference room.

The scorching sun hangs high above the gray-covered sky curtain. It was supposed to cast a restless and scorching light, but under the clouds, it only emits a faint, faint, fireflies-like glow.

The temperature in the northern border of Cruzd is located in the "semi-polar circle" area because of the arrival of autumn, so it becomes colder and precipitation begins to increase.

The violent, like a crazy woman roaring, the wind kept blowing, blowing away documents about the battle situation on the desktop, making the windows constantly intimately contact the walls, making a crisp "slap" sound.

Seeing this, Oleg put down his military cap, walked quickly to the window, stared at Liefeng, closed it, and then sat at two chairs away from Yaroslav, looking at his side.

"What else, Oleg?" Yaroslav asked, staring at the report on the "Crash Group" and Yato incident in his hand, Yaroslav asked.

"Oleg nodded, took out a wooden box from his arms and placed it in front of Yaroslav.

After putting down the document and looking at it, Yaroslav discovered that the surface of the wooden box was stained with a lot of red liquid, and it seemed that it had been wiped several times but was not completely removed.

The locks and connections of the box are made of iron, but they have long been rusted and have been washed by time.

"What is this?" Yaroslav asked, pointing to the lines on the surface of the box:

"The figures mainly based on the Virgin Mary, combined with the double-headed eagle and sunflowers representing Cruised, and some wheat ear patterns, can they be relics of the old empire?"

"That's right." Oleg said, piercing the wooden box open, and taking out a piece of cold and unusually cold ore from it, saying:

"According to the military historians who went to the 'Psruna' area to explore, this box should be the personal item of Princess Cruzde, Danivia Kalovloya Rurik. Because of the disease, the princess cannot synthesize melanin normally, causing her hair to be gray all year round and she has to use a large amount of chemical hair dye.

"The historians have obtained several hairs and some powder from the box to confirm this view, and the corners of the wooden box are carved with the heraldry of the local nobles in the Karov District - a huge dragon-related door, so they make reasonable inferences."

"I remember that Gnadi was a direct descendant of the royal family of Rurik. This princess's name is also related to the royal family. Will she be one of his direct ancestors?" Yaroslav asked as if he was interested.

"Of course. After we have achieved the military purpose of the wooden box, we have to return it to General Gnati. But before that, I think you should pay attention to the wooden box itself and the red meteorite." Oleg said, pushing the wooden box and the red ore inside to Yaroslav, and making a gesture of inviting him.

Yaroslav carefully put on an unusually new military white glove, carefully pinched the two objects, lifted them up, and weighed them lightly for a few more times.

Then he put it back in place more cautiously, took off his gloves and threw them aside, and said:

"This is not a common ore. The geological education I have received told me that it does not belong to the "ores with attributes" of the magic power category, nor does it belong to the common industrial ore. You mentioned it as a "meteorite". Could it be that the "Peslunai region" has been attacked by meteorites recently?"

"That's right." Oleg's answer was a little unclear.

He generously put the red ore back into the wooden box from Yaroslav with bare hands, and then closed the wooden box again, and then began to introduce its origin:

"This wooden box was discovered from the surrounding abandoned settlements and urban ruins due to an explosion in the 'Peslunai area' a week ago. It was once the city of Pavlosk established by Ivan XXV, and now there is only a desolate and ruins left.

"And this 'meteorite' was brought about by the meteor that occurred after 'Red Dang'. It is said that since we entered the 'Artificial Lake' and started a war with the Lost, especially the boy named Dark came to report here, the 'Red Dang' there has been an extremely frequent one.

"Of course, Commander-in-Chief, I am not dissatisfied with your arrangements, I just talk about the matter."

"I know." Yaroslav responded to Oleg's caution and said.

"But from that time node..." Oleg's expression on his face became much more relaxed, and he continued:

"It seems that the energy fluctuations in the area where the mystery of 'Plamini' are said to have become more frequent. Commander-in-chief, although the battle of 'Deep Sorrow' we launched here is to cooperate with Gnazi and help expand the 'Gnazi defense line' stationed in a million troops, in fact, according to the Federal Military Law, we are also responsible for discovering hidden dangers that affect the war and eliminating it."

"What should I do? I want to hear what you mean." Yaroslav said, finally turning his head and looking at Oleg.
Chapter completed!