MTL - Sword of Daybreaker-Chapter 1561 the end of a trip

In the darkness, Lady Ye stood for a long time, and his gaze seemed to have crossed a long time and space, always falling in the direction of the previous glorious light and shadow gradually fading, although the illusion of "walking towards the **** of the starry sky" has gone from Disappeared in the deep sea, but he did not dare to relax at all, because he knew that before the anchor point generator completely completed the injection process, before all the "anchors" reached the preset positions and were completely rooted, all this would be impossible. The dust settles.

If there is even a trace of nostalgia and yearning for eternal authority and the power of gods in the hearts of "outsiders", this process will be interrupted, and even if the program has reached the final step, the possibility of failure still exists.

But from the beginning to the end, there were no more ripples in the deep sea. Ms. Ye just stood quietly by herself until a voice suddenly appeared in his ear: "The injection process is over, and the data migration is complete."

…

With a "click", the shovel shoveled into the solid soil. The dry and cracked soil and the gravel in the soil were rolled out and raised to the side. A petite figure in a cloak was working hard, waving the shovel again and again in his hand. Next to this petite figure, another stooped body also wearing a cloak is leaning on another shovel and looking up at the misty wasteland in the distance.

A hazy, chaotic, dark fog shrouded the entire sky and the earth. What can be seen in the fog is the vast wilderness that continues to extend in the field of vision. There are no houses or walls in the wilderness. Traveler, there are only one tomb after another in a chaotic arrangement in a barren land. None of those tombs have tombstones, and there is no sign that can represent the identity of the tomb owner. The long sword, and at this moment, a lot of graves have been dug up.

The graves that were dug were empty.

"We seem to have been digging for a long time," said the hunched old traveler suddenly, his voice sounding a little older than before, "Look, here are the graves we dug everywhere, the original one In what direction is it coming?"

"It's been so many years, who can remember?" The petite figure who was struggling to swing the shovel stopped, straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied casually, "Anyway, I remember we were in the city when we first started digging. Next to it, there is not such a thick fog in that place... I can't even figure out which direction the city is in here."

"Sometimes I wonder if I've been wandering in this boundless graveyard since I was born," the old traveler laughed, "We've been digging here for at least half a century, and you don't seem to know it yourself. Where the **** is your friend lying?"

"I don't know," the petite figure said calmly, "I just dig by feeling, and I think I can dig it as long as the opportunity comes."

The old traveler is a little confused: "Chance? What does chance mean?"

"Chance... ah, I can't remember what it means, it seems that this is the word my friend told me," the petite figure thought for a while, then said uncertainly, "He knows a lot of strange things, Can create many strange words, many of them are exquisite, when they are used to describe things, it makes people applaud, but some words are inexplicable, even if they are explained many times, they will make people feel incomprehensible...such as 'capacitor', And 'elevators' or something."

"It sounds like a word from another world," the old traveler shook his head, "your friend must have come from far, far away?"

"...Probably, but I don't care where he came from," the petite figure shrugged, then raised the shovel that had been used for many years but was still sharp and sturdy, "It's almost time to rest, let's Keep working, today I must take this..."

As she spoke, the shovel in her hand had already landed between the soil. The soft sound of "ding" and the clear feedback from her hand made her swallow her words directly. She was surprised to see the half dug in front of her. Grave, after a moment of doubt, a look of excitement finally bloomed in her eyes, she happily looked at the travel companion beside her, and the shovel in her hand had been raised again: "This, this, this! This has stuffing! Old man, hurry up too. Come and dig! Otherwise, we won't be able to keep up with the opening ceremony!"

The two shovels immediately began to fly up and down, and the solid and stubborn soil became loose at some point, and the stubborn stones in the soil also turned into lumps of sand and gravel that would disperse at a touch. The stone lumps turned into pale fine sand, the darkness and mist of the entire wilderness quickly receded, and the tombs turned into gentle undulating sand seas, but the two travelers seemed to have not noticed these changes at all. Digging down quickly until a dark coffin came into their sight...

The petite traveler pointed the shovel toward the coffin without hesitation, as if she had rehearsed this movement countless times, with a look of excitement on her face, and her voice sounded particularly pleasant: "I'll dig you out again. La!"

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Gawain felt that he was ups and downs in the dark, and a strange feeling of being unable to perceive the outside world and control his body made him seem to have returned to the time when he was forced to hang in space as a satellite. It's a little different from those days. In the darkness and emptiness, there is a sense of peace of mind that floods his mind, making all the restlessness and anxiety in his heart dissipate, and in this strange state of calm, he can think. a lot of things.

Think about his years in space, the days he walked on the earth, his life, everyone around him, his conversation with Ms. Ye, and his "dream-like" past. "Fifty Years of Fantasticity", everything he experienced in the illusion recalled the illusion that was almost fake. He seemed to have noticed some details, and he couldn't help laughing.

It was at this moment of laughter that he realized that his body had returned along with his five senses and six senses as a human being. He clearly felt that he was lying in a dark and cold place, wrapped in a thick layer of things. , and above, the noise of "dong dong dong" kept coming. This strange and vaguely visual environment made him subconsciously stretch out his hand, trying to push the heavy object on top of his head. At the same time, a A familiar voice suddenly entered his ears: "I dug you out again!"

In the next second, he just pushed the heavy object on his head away, and a burst of pain instantly fell on his fingertips. This sudden blow made him subconsciously shout: "Who the **** hit my hand!"

The sky is bright.

Gawain suddenly sat up, and the moment he got up, the dark coffin also disintegrated under him instantly, turning into ordinary sand and dust drifting in the wind.

He raised his head and looked around, and found that he was in a boundless gray-white desert. In the distance, he could vaguely see the silhouette of a towering giant city. The sky was covered with a thick gray-white haze. Amber and Modir stood beside them. The two of them had some kind of confusion on their faces, and it seemed that they had just woken up from a big dream, but they regained clarity in the blink of an eye, and it seemed that all the confusion had dissipated from their hearts.

In this extremely brief moment, Gawain seemed to see them wearing weird black cloaks and holding shovels in his hands, but he just blinked and these things vanished like an illusion.

"Old Zongzi," Amber returned to his senses, then took a step forward and grabbed Gawain's arm, trying to help him up from the ground. Considering her height, the process was somewhat comical and difficult, "I just seemed to do I had a dream, in which I was digging graves everywhere..."

"Is that a dream for you? That's a dream come true!" Gawain was still adjusting to the feeling of "returning to his body" again. Hearing this, he immediately stared, "You were the one who hit me just now!"

Amber shook his head again and again when he heard this, then raised his finger and pointed at Modier: "That's what he beat!"

"You think I'll believe it? I can feel where your breath is!" Gawain glared at the Shadow Assault Goose, his hands and feet were still a little awkward, and he was a little dizzy when he stood up, but these discomforts It was fading quickly, which also gave him the strength to tease the other party, "Don't forget, your breath has never been hidden from my perception. Since the day you came out of the coffin, I have remembered your breath!"

Amber immediately shrank his neck and stopped uttering a word, while Gawain turned his gaze to the great adventurer aside, and Modier just turned his gaze here.

"It seems that Ms. Ye played a 'joke' for us," Gawain laughed, "but from the way you look, you seem to be enjoying the journey."

A bright smile finally appeared on Modir's face, as if every hearty adventure came to an end, he was happy at the moment: "Of course, this is so interesting, I have experienced all kinds of adventures in my life. , but this kind of interesting travel is the first time I have met! Wandering on the border between the virtual and the real, shuttling between the waking and dreaming, exploring in the labyrinth constructed by light and shadow, and finally bringing you back to this world in such a wonderful way. There's nothing better than the end of an adventure!"

Gawain smiled and nodded, and before he could speak, a gust of wind suddenly swept in from the edge of the desert. The wind swept up the sky full of dust, and the dust swirled and condensed behind them. The next second, a lazy And a majestic voice descended from the sky: "This is really good news, Mr. Great Adventurer, I'm glad to see that you are satisfied with this 'story' that I have prepared for you."

The three of Gawain immediately turned around, and they saw that in the center of the desert, which was empty and empty, stood a magnificent and simple-looking throne at some point, and the ancient god, like a mountain and a dark cloud, was leaning on the armrest of the throne at this moment. Up, the clouds in the sky lowered his gaze, which first fell on Modier, and then on Gawain: "The anchoring process went well, you are firmer and more awake than I thought."

Immediately afterwards, before Gawain could speak, Madam Ye's eyes fell on Amber again: "Nice to see you, my... 'Shadow'."

Amber raised his head vigorously, trying to see Ms. Ye's face and couldn't help but exclaimed: "God! You are so tall!"

Then she seemed to want to say something, but before she could speak, Gawain suddenly touched her shoulder.

Amber closed her mouth immediately, only then did she notice the changes in Modir standing beside her.

All colors are fading from this great adventurer.

First from the hair, then to the eyebrows, then to the clothes on the body, the skin, the walking stick... It seems that an invisible flowing water is washing the old man who goes against the time. Pure grey.

It was as gray as the shadow desert beneath his feet.

Modier himself obviously noticed this. He raised his hand and looked at it. With this action, countless sand and dust fell from him. At this moment, his whole person was like a statue of sand and dust. It was a process of continuous disintegration, but even so, a smile appeared on his face: "This... is also quite incredible, it's the first time I've seen it."

"Hey! Old man, you..." Amber was taken aback, she immediately subconsciously wanted to maintain the shadow dust on Modier, but soon found it was futile, so she immediately looked up in the direction of Ms. Ye , "Is there anything you can do? He..."

"All journeys have an end," however, Modier's voice interrupted her, and the old mage shook his head calmly, "Many, many years ago, my journey has actually reached its end, but I Wandering for centuries before this end..."

Modir's voice fell, and in front of Lady Night's throne, another voice as old as Modir came from the black book: "It's time to draw an end to this long adventure, a A good story needs an ending."

"Yes, it needs an ending," Modir nodded lightly and walked towards the throne, "Some people will be crowned at the end, some will go into hiding at the end, and some will live in the end. Days of peace and joy came, and a lousy old man who went on adventures...at the end of the world's oldest god..."

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Modier slowly raised his head, and in a trance, he seemed to recall some yellowish images. It was six centuries ago. He also stood here, looking up at the ancient gods like this. Fragments of memory dissipate like the wind, leaving only the clear picture in front of you

He saw the steps leading to the throne extending upwards in his field of vision, and a tall stone pillar stood in front of the steps. The large black book at the top of the stone pillar had been opened. There was no wind, but the pages turned to the end on their own. A page with lines of text constantly appearing on the blank page, with the life of Modir Wilder written in black letters

"At the end of the journey, the great adventurer Modir returned to the throne of Lady Night. Six hundred years ago, he took over the mission in front of the throne, and he wanted to send a warning to the world. Today, six hundred years later, the world is already Get out of that disaster...

"The world is still not safe, but for the great adventurer, his mission is accomplished.

"So he raised his head, looked at the ancient god, and said."

Modier raised his head with a smile on his face: "Ma'am, the news has arrived."

Lady Ye lowered her head: "Thank you for your efforts so far, Mr. Great Adventurer."

A gust of wind blew across the throne, and Modir's gray-white body suddenly turned into sand and dust, and then all the sand and dust were swept up and flew to the stone pillar in front of the throne. Between every page that flows into it, with the sound of clattering, the book finally slams shut, and on the dark cover, the quaint words gradually emerge:

"Modir's Travels"