The power of the Soul Reaver is latent in all intelligent thoughts. When you fall asleep, it wakes up.
The man in black slipped into the ledge through the small door with slightly staggering steps. Behind him, the metal door closed quietly, and a layer of optical camouflage once again covered the entrance and exit, making it look normal.
There is actually a cave inside the rock platform. In fact, it is a secret stronghold that has been hollowed out inside. There are rocks dozens of meters high on the ground as cover, and there is also a quite wide space underground. The man in black walks down a narrow sloping path.
After walking a few meters through the passage, you entered a slightly cramped small room. The four walls of the small room were carved into the rock, and the stone roof was pressed down low. If a taller person came in, he would have to lower his head and move forward.
The stone wall is inlaid with dim lights, not oil lamps, nor the candles familiar to the common people of this world, but small square crystal boxes, connected to each other by wires: some kind of power driven by electricity.
Light-emitting equipment, a product of science and technology!
There is a man sitting in the corner of the small room, also wearing a black hooded robe, which is exactly the same style as the man in black. At first glance, this robe looks a bit like the uniform of a clergy member of the Lost Religion, but on the surface it has removed all traces of the robe.
There are symbols related to religious symbols, and the hood is wider, making the wearer look extremely gloomy. The man in black sitting in the corner shook his head curiously when he saw the man who hurried in, and his voice was sharp: "
Why are you so panicked? I just saw you running this way on the monitor, as if you were being chased by someone."
There was an oval-shaped display device placed on the small table in front of the man in black. It turned out that he was using this device to monitor the scene outside the rock platform. It seemed that this small room should be a place similar to a "gate post".
"Stop talking so much, those underground mine tunnels in the south have been exposed," the man in black said. He glanced back with some fear, as if the "tracker" he thought he had gotten rid of appeared again.
Like, in fact, he has been tortured by this intermittent "hallucination" all the way, and now he has some signs of neurosis. "We must tell the leader quickly. This place is no longer safe."
"Exposed?" The man in black with a sharp voice suddenly trembled. He quickly pressed a few buttons on the wall at hand, and then asked in a hurried tone, "What's going on? Didn't you go arrange explosives to block the mine tunnel?
Is it?"
The short, fat man in black had a slightly irritated voice: "Originally, I was setting up explosives in the mine tunnel as planned, and at the same time restarting the antenna tower to burn down the annoying town next to it, but for some reason, an adventurer accidentally
I accidentally opened the door to the underground facility... I had already killed him. But the widow priest in the town had already reacted. She brought adventurers to check the situation, and a weird adventurer discovered me...
The secret of the underground mine should have been discovered by now."
The man in black with a sharp voice spoke in a bad tone: "Burn down the town with an antenna tower? Who asked you to do these unnecessary things? Don't you know there is a protective shield in the town?!"
"I just wanted to cause chaos and trap the adventurers in the town. I had no intention of actually succeeding, but the widow priest was quite brave and rushed out with her people in person. I thought she would be like the aliens from other places.
The believers are huddled under the protective shield and waiting for support," the man in black said in a stern tone, "Now is not the time to talk about this. I will find the leader to be punished after the matter calms down. Let me go in now."
"Comrades in other strongholds have received the alarm. It depends on how our leader will deal with you... He may report the matter to the commander, you... forget it. You go in first." Black said with a sharp voice.
The man in clothes said a few words, but seemed to realize that complaining would not help, so he could only shake his head and open another thick alloy door on the rock wall behind him.
"Thank you." The man in black muttered and walked into the alloy door. Behind him, the "gatekeeper" closed the door and cursed in a low voice to vent his dissatisfaction about the upcoming escape, but his curse suddenly stopped.
Stopped, replaced by a confused soliloquy: "Huh? Why is it suddenly..."
Feeling sleepy for no reason, the gatekeeper wondered for a moment, then lay down on the table and fell into sleep.
At this moment, the short fat man had entered the stronghold and came underground. This was a large underground palace with a complex structure and a gloomy and strange appearance. The underground palace was supported by a mixture of rocks, giant trees, and steel beams. The architectural structure looked nondescript, and walking inside gave people the feeling of...
It feels like a dungeon. The walls of the underground palace corridor are inlaid with lights that are not bright enough. I don’t know if it is to save energy or because the lighting equipment technology is not enough. Or maybe it is simply caused by the bad taste of the owner of the underground palace. These dim yellow lights can only make the surroundings
The environment seems even more eerie and weird.
"I've really spent enough time in this damn place... Maybe it would be better to find a more spacious place." The man in black muttered as he walked quickly on the stone road. He was not too worried about future punishment.
I don't know if I believe in the kindness of the "leader" or if I believe that I really don't have such a big sin. In the underground palace, I can see some men in black dressed similarly to him, and there are also a few people who don't wear robes but wear other weird uniforms.
, the latter's clothes obviously don't look like ordinary people in this world. The white short robe looks like a doctor or a scholar from some small countries in the south. It is said that this is the dress of "scientists" in ancient times. The man in black is very fond of his black robe.
The colleagues greeted each other, but showed a significantly more respectful attitude towards the men in white robes, as if the latter had a special status in the "organization".
The man in black stopped at the end of a corridor because he saw a tall, beautiful woman with long hair in a leather jacket standing in front of him. No matter how calm he was before, he still couldn't bear the sight of this tall woman.
He couldn't help but take half a step back, then lowered his head and said respectfully: "Chief... I messed up the matter."
"I already know," the woman called the leader seemed to have no expression on her face, "It's not entirely your fault. The widow was an adventurer a few years ago. She is different from the pagans who came out of the school to be pampered.
Just like that, he is a troublesome guy who dares to say and do things... Your idea of burning down the town to delay time is correct, but you just met a woman who doesn't do this. "
"Chief, what should we do next? The underground mine tunnel has been exposed, and the widow priest may soon suspect that there are members of the 'Enlightened One' nearby. She may search this place, we'd better hurry up..."
"No, now is not the time to evacuate," the tall woman waved her hand vigorously, "This place is far away from the archdiocese. No matter how capable the widow is, she is only on her own. At most, she counts the seven or eight trainee priests in the town who are working with the adventurers.
, they only have so many manpower in a short period of time, and they can only search around the ruins and outside the forest. They can't find it very far at all, and they won't pose a threat until the archdiocese's support arrives. But the widow will definitely notify other parishes to block traffic. We
If you evacuate hastily at this time, you will be blocked by the infidels on the outside."
The leader's analysis was well-founded, and his firm attitude also gave people inexplicable confidence. The man in black bowed respectfully: "The leader has thought carefully. So can we just wait here? The heretics will struggle sooner or later.
The men and horses were summoned."
"First, it is not so easy to be exposed here. The two previous searches were completed safely. Second... colleagues in other areas will find a way to open up the route. Even if we can't get through, we can 'separate' on the spot.
', we must give up this base." The leader glanced at the man in black in front of him. Seeing that the man seemed to have something to say, he finally waved his hand impatiently, "Okay. That's it. There is no better way than this. You now
Go to your room and rest, the rest is not yours to worry about."
"...Yes, leader."
The man in black resigned respectfully, and then a feeling of physical and mental exhaustion came over him. He quickly returned to his room, fell on the bed and fell asleep without even changing his clothes.
The nightmares began to spread like a tide.
In the vast expanse of gray-black fog, he stood alone on the desolate black land. The man looked around blankly, not knowing where he was. He even forgot his name for a moment.
Some kind of inexplicable fear spread from the bottom of his heart little by little. Although he didn't know why, he started to run away!
Run away, run away, run away! No matter why, you must run away! You must run away!
Boundless fear shrouded his heart, and the person in the nightmare fled desperately driven by pure terror. The surrounding fog was endless, and there was nothing familiar in the gray-black sky and earth. He didn't know why he was running away, and he didn't know that he was escaping.
What? He didn't even know why he was afraid. He felt that there seemed to be endless huge monsters in the thick fog, and he felt that there were always vague whispers in his ears. He felt that his body was being gnawed by some kind of rodent that was braving the cold air.
Devoured by humanoid creatures, he felt that he was immersed in a piece of mud filled with the smell of blood, about to be submerged and on the verge of suffocation... However, there was nothing around him. Both sight and touch told him that it was all an illusion, but this made no difference.
As a result, all kinds of terrifying illusions spread in his mind. Even if they appeared out of thin air, they made him firmly believe that he was about to be swallowed!
Distorted thoughts spread freely, faint ridicule came from the thick black fog, and a thousand eyes stared at the most vulnerable side of his heart. In the nightmare, the person felt that his soul was being controlled by some kind of parasitic "plant"
Occupied, the vines called "Terror Disaster" drilled holes in his heart, and then spread crazily in his soul!
"Terrorist disasters" filled dreams, and then slowly seeped out and spread to the real world...
No one can see the "terror" spreading in the air, but this underground base is being swallowed up by a strange atmosphere. Some people who are resting in their sleep have dreamed of the same horrific scene, and they have begun to suffer from nightmares.
The sound of "shenyin" emitted from human mouths a trilling sound like mud gushes and insects neighing, while ordinary people who were awake felt that they were in a strange place. They looked at the familiar scenery and familiar colleagues around them.
, strange conversations began to spread throughout the stronghold.
"Hey...do you feel...there's someone else here?" "Don't scare...scare yourself, there are so many people around. I feel a little cold..." "What is 'it' looking at?" "'it'
Who is it?" "Someone is talking, someone is listening..." "Who are you talking about, who are you talking to, do you see a pair of eyes?" "Cold, everywhere, I know, you, there are people
look in……"
People began to chat restlessly. At first, the content was mutually understandable, but soon it turned into fragmented sentences, and then these fragmented sentences turned into weird and inexplicable pronunciation. Finally, even the pronunciation became as if
There was a sharp noise like metal tearing. People looked around in horror, listening to the "language" that their former compatriots uttered that was not human, and then hearing the same weird and weird sounds coming from their own mouths. Their hearts began to waver, and they were frightened.
Then they found fertile ground, and when the entire underground palace was filled with whispers of "terrorist disasters" that did not belong to humans. Everyone's thoughts no longer belonged to themselves, and their souls turned into abstract symbols, slowly and over and over again spelling out a
Name: Sandora? Kelvi? Eurasis...
However, what happens in the soul world is unknown to ordinary people. They only know that they are being overwhelmed by growing and unreasonable fear. They can only hear themselves and their comrades making incomprehensible and chaotic sounds.
The weird noises finally accumulated to a certain extent and the "terrorist disaster" broke out.
The terror accumulated deep in the heart increases instantly. This has nothing to do with the strength of the individual's will. The stronger the will, the stronger the fear and oppression will be. This is a process of self-betrayal of the soul and scaring oneself to death: First
He collapsed personally and began to roar wildly, and this roar that did not sound like a human voice instantly filled the entire underground stronghold.
Humanity's fear has become a source of energy, and the shadow of the soul-stealer pervades everyone's heart. These shadows gradually enter the real world from the illusory world, and slowly form a... um, golden ball of light.
I appeared in a gloomy underground palace with the Sandora Ball in my arms, looking at the chaotic scene in front of me. Listening to the harsh noises from all directions, I felt bad: "Your skills are a little evil... what is mental pollution?"
of."
"It's easier to use than mental pollution, because I can teleport myself through the infected person's nightmares or thoughts, and appear in the place where they desperately want to hide at any time." The Sandora ball shook slightly, and the underground stronghold instantly became quiet:
Everyone was frightened and fainted, "How is it? How does it feel to be born from fear?"
"Um... I'm a little dizzy. It feels like ten thousand people are yelling in my ears." I scratched my hair and told the truth.
In the past period of time, I experienced a very... novel "journey".
Crossing the boundary between reality and illusion. Teleporting from the dream world with the Soul Reaver. Sandora only left a seed on the man in black, but this seed spread rapidly through the other person's thoughts and his communication with other people.
Later, it even spread through their "understanding" and "recognition" of each other. Finally, huge fear broke out, and Shandora and I were "born" out of fear.
This sounds incredible. Fear seems to be an intangible and elusive thing, but the power of the Soul Reaver can challenge this common sense. For Sandora, the nightmare seems to be really a door - and there is no need to
She pushed it away herself.
"This is just a small-scale application. In fact, I have used horror dreams to solve a very troublesome hostile race before," Sandora slowly floated forward to find valuable places, saying her own words while floating.
"The race's technical strength is very strong, and it also has some research on mysticism. It even gave me a headache, so I said a sentence to them after careful preparation, and I poured part of my strength into this sentence.
, and sent it into the enemy's mind. Later, that race became extinct within a month, and they all died of fear."
"...Has anyone said that your move is scary?"
"I know, this trick is meant to be scary."
I feel like I am a little incompatible with Sandora in terms of world view...
Shandora carefully controlled her power this time, and the "terrorist disaster" was not a direct attack, but a passive attack using the enemy's own soul, so there were no casualties. Everyone in this underground stronghold was still alive.
And the huge panic made their minds extremely fragile, making it much easier to ask about things.
We are now eager to know what this organization does: according to the information obtained through "mind monitoring" just now, this organization is actually quite large. They have more than one stronghold, and they are blatantly confronting the Lost God Cult.
They call the clergy of the Lost Gods "heretics". What does this mean?
Is this organization itself some kind of sect?
I looked at the facilities in the underground palace. There is electricity, technological lighting equipment, closed-circuit surveillance systems, and even everyone is equipped with advanced firearms. I also found magic crystals or similar on some people.
Staff, this shows that they not only have technological equipment, but also advanced magic technology.
"This organization is probably the so-called 'Technology Revival Sect', which is opposed to the 'Technology Sealing Sect' of the Lost God Religion," I said my guess, "It's just that the style of this Technology Revival Sect doesn't seem very pleasing.
, killing people and setting fires just as they say. In order to divert attention and delay, they actually want to massacre the entire town. No matter whether it succeeds or not, this is a bit of a waste of human life. Although I didn't like the conservative methods of the Lost God Cult at first... but to be honest
These guys seem to be more ruthless."
"Deviant people are always accustomed to naming their actions as 'justice for the few', which allows them to inflict violence on the majority with peace of mind, and they can always use 'foresight' and 'enlightenment' to justify themselves
"Exempt from guilt," Sandora saw clearly, "In fact, to put it bluntly, they are terrorists. Oh, I found this so-called leader."