Chapter 380: The Throne in the Depths of Time and Space Worms
There is a saying of drunkards that is very good, but Jonas only found out about it later.
People who have never lived are not worthy to talk about the meaning of life.
Jonas's mother, he didn't know he had such a mother, or rather he once knew and now doesn't know, she was a Brighton woman, very clean, as if she had been starched and left to dry on the locust tree.
Under the sun, with the smell of sunshine and a little dust.
Mother is mother. Jonas hugged her gently. Their bodies were as tight as two stones. There were no unnecessary thoughts, except for a little fear and a lot of confusion, which was just embarrassment.
Jonas felt that he was living a good life. He was like an old-time knight who had prepared his war horse, polished his lance, and was about to rush to the front line. The flag of the kingdom was placed on the horse's back, representing history, bloodline, and the coat of arms of God.
He was looming with the flying flag, and he was also shining in the meager light of the setting sun that filtered through the dusk clouds.
But mother is mother, and she represents the softer side of human nature. Jonas actually roughly guessed why he had been separated from the woman in front of him for many years. She should have been the one to help the knight fasten the button on the lapel of his white shirt, but she
She has been absent for a long time, so long that Jonas never thought that such a person existed in the world, and he didn't know how to face her.
"Mother."
The woman didn't speak, she just kept crying. After she calmed down, she said "I'm sorry" over and over again.
A smile broke out from the corner of Jonas's mouth. He was as cheerful as a little mouse in a honey pot, but he was still not sure whether the happiness in front of him was real.
You can't die now, otherwise you won't be able to see your mother.
Jonas rested in Winterfort for three days and reunited with his relatives after a long absence, but he really couldn't stay any longer. The mission was urging him to set off, but he didn't have the scroll, so he had to go to Milak first.
Dillow prepared a ship for him, a steel steamer, which set out from Winterfort at six in the morning and arrived in Solseheim at eight in the evening.
Looking from a distance, Southelheim is a noisy and depressing land. Standing on the deck, you can see the erupting red mountains in the continuous land on the sea level in the southeast. There are no stars or moon at night, the clouds are deep, and the darkness is oppressive.
It's so low that it's like it's on top of a person's head. You can touch it if you raise your hand and touch it. It's like the ceiling of a prison, which can knock someone's head painfully.
The steamer docked at the port of Crowstone Town, a large war-fronted city founded in 427 of the Third Era and prospered on the rich reserves of ebony mines.
The mines here are very historical. On the one hand, they nourished the economy, on the other hand, they breed evil. On the one hand, they deprived people of their blood and sweat. On the other hand, they also saved most of the people in the town during the crisis in Southheim. 4e5
In 2007, the Red Mountain suddenly erupted, and a large amount of flames crossed the Sea of the Dead and directly hit Solseheim. However, most people were working underground at the time of the incident, so they were not affected by the volcanic eruption at all.
The Frostmoth Fortress responsible for guarding Crowstone Town was buried and devoured by ashes. After that, in order to allow people to work in the mines with peace of mind, a defensive fortification called Bulwak Fortress was raised on the eastern edge of the town, which was very effective.
In 4e16, Southelheim was occupied and managed by the Dunmer. Although it was nominally leased to Morrowind by the Empire, it was actually equivalent to a Dunmer colony. The Eastern Empire Trading Company was also forced to transfer control of Ravenstone to Thunder.
Duran family.
By the year 181 of the Fourth Era, the ebony veins were completely exhausted, and the town suddenly declined. Now it has turned into an ordinary settlement that makes a living by fishing and hunting.
It is not easy for a town to witness the rise and fall of two hundred years of history.
Jonas went ashore, and the captain said he would wait for him here and told him to go ahead with peace of mind.
Before Jonas could say anything, a frost dragon flew from the sky, and a battle broke out between the two. Crowstone was awakened from its sleep, and a large number of Redoran guards participated in the dragon slaying.
The process went smoothly, but the dragon soul failed to be absorbed by Jonas. Instead, it flew to the center of the island, followed closely by Jonas.
He saw the dragon soul flying into a temple-like building in the center of the island in the air, and then he lost his sense of the dragon soul. He was sure that the problem lay here.
When he came to the ground and was in it, he realized that this was an underground building. On the surface, there were nearly a hundred people working hard, carving stones and building walls. They were dressed in different clothes and of different races, but they all spoke the same words, Old Nordic.
, "We are working hard here." "He will return soon." And so on.
In the Nordic simplicity, the entrance of the temple is full of incompatible and complicated temperament. The tall hollow wall is like a dense tree crown, revealing the broken blue and black sky, surrounding the spiraling downward walkway like a bud.
In the center of such a hall stands a long, pointed and primitive stone pillar, its surface covered with a layer of moss-like green turbid light.
Jonas vaguely heard some sound coming from the stone pillar, so he gently touched the thick and greasy layer of light with his tentacles.
The next moment, he lost consciousness.
…
when the world hears
the world will end
Weird and deep words echoed in my ears, and every word the man spoke had a blasphemous undertone.
you have forgotten
You will be educated here
Now, through my eyes, you see
The broken time and space once again unfolded before Jonas' eyes.
It is said that the world is a roulette, and space and time are the surface of the wheel. However, no one can really see the exact shape of the wheel. It is just a projection of the high level on the low level, just like the vertical shadow of a ball and a cylinder.
They are all round. What ordinary people see is the information they can accept. They have to be careful not to be killed by the truth.
What Jonas saw through Milak's eyes was a rotting worm, a muddy dark purple soft-bodied thing, headless and tailless, moving among the caves of the void and dark sea, revealing its sixteen-segmented body, covered in body parts
There are countless flagella, lush green, shadows, and eight strange eyes twinkling in a trance.
The time and space worm's eternal motion represents time, its head and tail represent space, its sixteen-segmented body represents the realm of the devil, the tripod determines the dimensions of the heavens and the earth, and determines the framework of time and space. The eight strange eyes are the pearls that measure the world, and form the dream of the present world.
The location of Das neither increases nor decreases.
At this time, the stupid insect is dead, but its movement has not stopped. The body surface is covered with erosion and scars, and endless microscopic insects are breeding.
Jonas felt as if his sanity was shattered just by looking at it, but he couldn't close his eyes. He could only look towards the center of the dark sea of chaos where the worm was. There was a strange vesicle there, and countless explorers were holding ancient scriptures.
Juan murmured some blasphemies, saying that the old man was dead and the new king had returned.
That group of vesicles had endless attraction. Jonas felt that thin dragonfly legs were growing out of his lungs, scratching the bubbles. It was painful and itchy, and full of the fear of suffocation, but he couldn't avoid it.
Go look at the vesicles.
Deep in the depths, in the dark room, in a state where there is no light, the god on the throne reveals all his beauty and deeds. These lines and colors are spread out by themselves, not the light.
