Recalling that ridiculous dream, his thoughts had some instinctive resistance. Although he knew that it should be mixed with his own inherent memory, he created a new kind of dream method, and he was still able to break through his own mental barriers - he could do it
At this point...except for Pandorion, it is obviously impossible to have a second guess.
Is it because of the divine laws absorbed this time? Or is it just because of the subtle divine power floating in the Temple of Nature that caused the seal to waver?
"Don't worry, it's just a nightmare." He smiled reluctantly at Anna Sui and Claudia, and Edward's eyes stayed on the dark night outside the window for a moment... Are there at least four or five hourglasses?
He stood up slowly, and then noticed the pale faces of the two girls - as if they had run a few kilometers after watching a horror movie, there was still some sweat on their foreheads, and most importantly, their eyes
He was red, and the corners of his eyes were still slightly moist, as if he had just shed tears: "What's wrong with you? Didn't you say you want to rest?"
"Yeah, I was going to rest, but someone didn't let me rest at all!"
Someone's sobriety made the staff lady shake her head as if relieved, but then she frowned angrily and said loudly: "Are you really asleep? Or are you...
Even when you're asleep, those weird thoughts are running through your head?"
"What's going on?"
"You're talking in your sleep, Master." Claudia took over and explained simply: "Soon after you fell asleep, you kept talking in the language of the heart. Almost everyone in the entire territory could hear it.
But we can't wake you up no matter what."
"Oh, that's right. Maybe I'm just too tired..." Edward nodded, but his calm attitude obviously made the staff lady even more angry!
"Too tired? That's it? Do you know how much trouble you've caused?"
"What did I say?"
"'Life is short, does it have a purpose? Life is like a dream, can this dream continue? There is so much suffering in the world, does this suffering have an origin, and any heartbroken relationship, can you escape this knife? Who is I before you gave birth to me? Who was I before you gave birth to me?
Who was I then...' and a whole bunch of more weird theories and stuff. It started with an hourglass and you just kept talking about it!"
Anna Sui's voice was very crisp and clear. Moreover, this young lady's memory was obviously very good. Even though she said these words very quickly due to anger, there was still not a single word of error:
"After hearing this half-hourglass, many people in the territory began to have some weird reactions. At first, they were confused. But then one after another, several old people suddenly took out knives or hit the wall.
Suicide, if the people from the city management brigade hadn't acted quickly, I'm afraid at least dozens of people would have died!"
"I'm going to go..."
"Then you paused for a while, and then you started talking again, saying, 'Death is the only beacon that is always on. No matter where you sail, you must eventually turn to the direction it guides. Everything will pass away. So survival itself is a
It's a very lucky thing... But if you think that survival is easy to come by because of this, it is the most foolish illusion. If we want to survive, we must move forward! Move forward, move forward by any means necessary!'"
He yelled angrily. Then the staff member seemed to be exhausted and sighed:
"After these words, everyone in the entire territory began to have problems. Except for the children, everyone began to show signs of mania. Many people began to curse each other and fight in groups... So I immediately called the mage.
We set up a magic circle in this room to block your words, so we finally didn't make a big fuss.
Chaos, but the magic circle didn't seem to be able to completely block these words, it just narrowed the scope to the entire mage tower. In the process, several mages also had problems. They began to run out and cast magic randomly, destroying several buildings on Central Street.
The house has been burned down! Now we have to isolate them and temporarily petrify them to stop them."
"I'm going to go...this is mental pollution, right? What happens next? I wake up?"
"It would be great to wake up! For the next half hour, you started telling stories endlessly. At first, they seemed like fairy tales for children, but then they became more and more scary, like ghosts.
The story is the same, the ending is very dangerous, what about Little Red Riding Hood becoming the queen of the werewolf tribe, and how ruthless
The poisonous new queen was thrown on the iron plate and danced until she died, while Snow White lived a shameless life with her father and the prince... and what else was there to do with the civet cat on the mountain?
The poor grandpa and grandma were thrown into the stone mill and ground into mud, and then a rabbit..."
"Stop, that's enough, there's no need to go into details!"
"I don't want to either! But now as long as I talk about this, your words keep ringing in my head. In fact, even so, I still..."
Anna Sui gritted her teeth fiercely, a lovely blush appeared on her cheeks, but she stared at Edward as if she wanted to tear him to pieces: "There are also those Zhu series, the red plums, and the night lotus series.
Where on earth did you hear such...such things? You actually talked about it for an hour and didn't even finish?"
"If I'm serious, I should actually be able to talk about a few hourglasses. After all, if I look at the complete set of books, my impression will be quite... ok, ok! And then what? Did you listen to everything?"
"No! Later, when the magic protection was opened, your inner words were very weak. I only heard you say these names at the beginning, and then... In short, Master Yang and the others seemed to have
I have been thinking about something for a long time, you'd better go and take a look. There are also many people in the entire territory who are feeling depressed. I'm afraid something will happen in the future."
Edward didn't know what he should say for a moment.
Obviously, it is impossible for the lady to lie, because the motto she uttered is definitely not from this world - even if countless monkeys type randomly on countless typewriters, and continue for an infinite time.
I will inevitably type out all of Shakespeare's works...but I can't explain the things in front of me.
"All right."
He sighed: "Go and tell all the magicians, priests, druids, and others in the territory. Let them double the frequency of prayers these days, and then suspend all other rituals.
Arrange for people to listen to the confessions of the believers. At the same time, cast a few encouragement spells, and tell Katzeyek... Oh, forget it, I'll go talk about this."
What is this thing called...
The psychic rubbed his forehead.
When he woke up just now, the feeling of pain and fatigue had almost disappeared. But now all the aftermath made him feel a headache again.
Obviously, this nightmare was not just a simple dream. Pandorian probably had a contest with him in this dream. The outcome of winning or losing cannot be speculated, although judging from the fact that he woke up,
He escaped, but who knows? Maybe next time he falls asleep, he won't wake up so easily!
"Why did you come in just now? Also, did you notice what I said before I woke up just now?"
After thinking for a moment, he asked.
"About half an hour ago, you stopped making sounds," Anna Sui took a deep breath, seeming to be controlling her emotions: "Then just now, you told another story, but you haven't finished it yet. You just
woke up."
"What did I say?"
"You said there is a group of... turkeys on a farm." Anna Sui hesitated, "Then the farmer comes to feed them at noon every day. A scientist on the turkey team observes this phenomenon. He has been observing it for nearly a year without exception.
, so it thought it had discovered the great law of its own universe: 'Every morning at eleven o'clock, food comes.'"
"Then what?"
"No, Master, you screamed and woke up!" Claudia said.
Is this so?
The story of the turkey and the law? I seem to really remember it, but the main story has been blurred, right? Why did I tell such a story at the end?
"Scientist Turkey announced this law to the turkeys on Thanksgiving morning, but the food did not arrive at eleven o'clock that morning, and the farmer came in and caught and killed them all..." the psychic said to himself, but then
Her train of thought was interrupted by a loud bang - the staff lady threw the tray in her hand on the table along with the tea set.
"Do you have to use this kind of story to make people feel uncomfortable?"
"I can't help it. This is how it ends. Eating turkey on Thanksgiving is an American habit..."
"What kind of habit is this? I've only heard that you need to eat to celebrate, but I haven't heard of any place where you have to eat a thinking animal to celebrate!"
"Turkeys can't really think. Besides, Thanksgiving is originally celebrated because they killed all the locals and then occupied other people's land. Those unlucky Indians are similar to turkeys. They all like to stick things in their heads.
A feather...and he was just as stupid. He treated bandits as guests, taught them farming and gave them a piece of land, only to be destroyed."
"Gods in heaven, how can there be such a shameless person? And it's a country? This is simply..."
"There is no other way, the weak will prey on the strong. Relying on this shamelessness, they grabbed the best and largest piece of land. After the founding of the country, they took advantage of the wars in other countries to sell weapons to both parties. In the end, they became the overlords of the entire continent and ruled the country.
It has only been slightly declining for more than two hundred years, so there is no retreat for survival. If we want to survive, we must move forward! Move forward, move forward at any cost..."
The thoughts swirling in his mind made Edward's words a little absent-minded. After saying a few words casually, he noticed the thoughtful expressions on the faces of the two girls: "Well, ah... this is just what I read in a book. Others
It’s a country like this, so don’t go too deep into it, just go to bed quickly, eat something and drink a glass of milk before going to bed to help you sleep.”
Anna Sui turned around and walked out of the door, sighing.
'Life is short, does it have a purpose? Life is like a dream, can this dream continue? There is so much suffering in the world, does this suffering have a origin...Who was I before I was born? Who was I when I was born...'
She murmured out the words that person said, and every word seemed to be etched in her mind.
No matter what you do, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep tonight, right?
The meaning of those words. The more you delve into it, the more people seem to think of more things, your own life, the composition of this world, those high gods, and the vague and empty future.
...According to legend, every soul in the multiverse is immortal, and death is just the beginning of another journey. But what exactly is one's past life? The only people who seriously think about this problem are probably those scholars.
Or do you have to be crazy to think about it?
That guy is a real lunatic!
But can a madman have that kind of power? Can he use divine power? Even make an incarnation of a god flee without a fight? Or is he actually no longer a human being? Yes, I heard that the most powerful mortals
, will eventually get the chance to become a god - as long as they are strong enough to kill a god, they can replace that god.
So, what kind of god is he? The God of Evil? The God of Darkness? Or the God of Conspiracy? The God of Destruction?
But, even then, how could he defeat the Lord of the Dawn? Those are among the few most powerful gods in the world! Moreover, it is said that if you become a god, you will be different from mortals and lose your emotions and everything in the world.
Not even a god cares about it, and there is no need to sleep.
In the midst of random thoughts, Anna Sui found that she wanted to sigh again, because her thoughts were really not enough...
And what is the meaning of my own existence?
Things like the meaning of survival, but once a supercomputer was destroyed, a mortal thinking about that thing is just looking for trouble...
If Edward noticed the thoughts in the mind of the staff lady, then he would definitely laugh at it, and then give the other party such a suggestion to ensure that this diligent subordinate would not be too mentally polluted. Or he might simply take matters into his own hands and destroy the bad part of the other party.
All memories are directly erased.
But now he obviously doesn't have that much free time to care about that issue.
That weird dream represented too many things, leaving him no time to care.
If possible, Edward really hoped that it was just a dream, an illusory, unreal nightmare. Because no matter how much he was frightened in the dream, after waking up, the trembling feeling would only become a memory.
You can go without thinking or taking responsibility for it.
But he knew that was impossible. No matter how much his feelings instinctively rejected him, he couldn't change the fact. What's more, as long as he recalled the weird dream from his memory, he would immediately feel like reliving the dream.
Every moment...even the shape and number of the corona and prominences on the star are clearly remembered.
So, what's going on with all those sleep talks of mine?
Is Pandorion reading his own memory?
Or are you talking to a different self? What is the so-called difference between id and self? So has you been eroded, or has you escaped?
The so-called moral of the story of turkeys and laws is not complicated - observation and summary are not the reasons for the birth of truth. For higher-level thinking, it is difficult for people who cannot be immersed in the situation to understand it. Even if it is extended
The meaning that emerges, that is, absolute power, is not what the so-called thought can resist.
But if this story made me sober, then was the whole story used as a reward in exchange for Edward's temporary freedom, or was this story confusing the opponent and giving up the control of the psion's spirit?
Edward hoped it was the latter, but he knew the former was probably the most realistic.
If you don’t understand, just skip it. If you follow the description of Pandorion’s thought scum, the ancient evil thing? God Killer is a combination of multiple consciousnesses. It may not be impossible to make him confused, but chaos
When it comes to letting the enemy run away, that's not something a human can do with just one story. Even if you add all the stories you've told and even the memories in your head, it won't necessarily make this big monster flinch.
.
So how did you escape?
Edward closed his eyes and focused little by little on the ring on his left hand.
With a slight tap of the finger, the glorious divine power swims and outlines on the fingertips. After concentrating again, it represents the divine principle of singing. The subtle but clear voice echoes around the body, but only the ancient feeling of trying to communicate with it.
, is no longer there, but the artifact that sealed the ancient evil object seems to have turned into a bottomless abyss. No matter how much mental energy is invested, trying to stir up something deep in it, it will be like a mud cow entering the sea, leaving no trace.
This is actually something that no one person can think clearly.
However, this is nothing else. You don’t have to think about it when you don’t understand it. Wait until more clues appear, and wait until your strength grows to a sufficient level. As the saying goes, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain.
But this doesn't work.
If the thing that Edward is most worried about now... then it must be the backlash of royal power. The separation of Ariel and Elena, and the joint strangulation of the gods, compared to this, they can only be regarded as some troubles...
Whether he is swallowed by Pandorian's power or abandoned by that power, it is the most unsolvable trouble for him - no matter what kind of trouble, it cannot be solved without even the lowest strength, and if
If you lose your life, let alone solve the problem.