Hallownest gradually regained its vitality, the bugs lived peacefully in their respective territories, and the years were calm and peaceful.
Lu Zhengkang came to his resting place.
The prophet is no longer there, and there is a small insect crawling around in her residence.
Lu Zhengkang stepped forward and picked up the little bug, and the same kind of pheromones quickly calmed the little guy.
It's a male insect.
Lu Zhengkang looked around in silence, which was still full of residual dreams and the light was thin and shallow. He still remembered the first time he saw the prophet. The old lady's peaceful posture made people feel reassured, and her contagious and kind voice
Still echoing softly in my ears.
The radiation is dead, and the family members will also die with it.
The guilty moths can finally rest in peace with their sins.
The little bug in his arms became hungry and began to squirm. Lu Zhengkang put it on the ground and went out hunting alone.
In the underground kingdom, there are always the most small reptiles. These miserable, imbecile creatures sweep the ground over and over with their sieve-like mouthparts, licking the thin organic matter from above to replenish energy. They are always in motion because they stop.
If you step down, you will starve to death.
I heard that during the White King's reign, all bugs were equal and would not prey on each other. However, bugs that have no intelligence at all, such as small reptiles, should still be listed as food.
Lu Zhengkang killed several reptiles, peeled the shells and took out the insect meat.
While feeding, he felt a little emotional.
Put the insect meat into your mouth and chew it into minced meat, then hold it in your hand and let the little maintenance bugs lick it.
Natty also raised Lu Zhengkang in this way.
The two of them are still sleeping, but it is estimated that the day of breaking out of the shell will come soon.
The bug soon fell asleep. Lu Zhengkang pulled down the thick red velvet curtain on the wall, formed a small nest, and hugged the bug up.
Then he fell into a state of doing nothing, the prophet would not be resurrected, and the Dream Nail was nowhere to be found.
Lu Zhengkang was in a daze for a while, and suddenly remembered the last time she saw the prophet. She finally said meaningfully: "There is a resting place for souls nearby. You can go and see it when you feel confused. Although you don't have the Nail of Dreams,
You can't communicate with them, but the breath of peace will still give you the strength to move forward."
It just so happened that the Soul Swamp was nearby, and Lu Zhengkang entered it. There were iron carved fences on both sides of the road, and the sun pattern was a symbol of radiation. This was the holy land of the moth clan.
The air was filled with the shimmer of souls. After passing through a blue river, we came to a multi-layered cemetery. Platforms were dug out on the cave wall, and small tombs were placed on the platforms.
The quiet river flowed silently around the cemetery. Following the sound of the water, I walked deeper into the swamp and gradually left the tomb area. At the end, I saw many waterfalls pouring flowing water into a small lake below. There are many of them.
The waterfalls flow out from the rock wall carved with a double-hole mask. The abundant water vapor condenses on the cold stone. In the eye holes of the mask, it gathers into teardrops and falls along the face.
The sound of water rushing by the water always reminds Lu Zhengkang of the scene of Huanyi by the river. It was his former hometown. Now that he thinks about it, he can't tell whether it was a fantasy or not.
If the memory is too far away, it becomes a fantasy. Maybe it is really the case.
There is a special waterfall in the waterfall here. It does not flow out from a gap, but flows out from a narrow hole. Lu Zhengkang followed the river water into the hole, waded through the long and narrow waterway, and entered a hidden space.
There are moth statues everywhere here.
High, low, far and near, but the shape is the same.
There was a layer of water on the ground that reached to the chest. Lu Zhengkang flew up and went to the top of the cave to overlook the entire cave.
There is a small platform in the center of the statue group. There is also a half-length moth statue on the platform, and in front of the statue, there is a dreamy sword hilt.
It is the nail of dreams.
Lu Zhengkang picked up the Dream Nail, and a powerful force spurted out from it, pulling him into a dream.
…
Bewildered and confused.
Lu Zhengkang's dream world is a gloomy and dark land.
A huge pit sunk in the center of the earth, like a well of an abyss.
Lu Zhengkang's total consciousness is at the bottom of the abyss, a black egg.
Partial consciousness walks out from the smooth surface of the black egg, fights, goes up the stairs, the loser's corpse falls, and the winner devours the memory.
This abyss has no bottom, and the separate consciousnesses can never get out. What they can do is to climb more heights, devour each other, and make themselves more perfect.
Now, a blurry and colorful white light fell from the sky, shining directly on the black egg.
The essence stored in the Dream Nail overflowed and was swallowed and absorbed by the general consciousness. A large number of sub-consciousnesses came out of the black egg, carrying the bone nail and began to hit the height.
After a long time, the light beam dimmed.
At this time, the number of partial consciousnesses is nearly ten thousand.
The black egg grew a black root system, implanted in the bone marrow of the abyss, spread upward, stretched out from the earth, entangled its roots, and turned into a towering tree.
The root of void.
The smooth, leafless branches are messy and twisted, extending wildly in all directions, like crowns or fireworks.
And at the top of the loftiest branch, there is a white fruit hanging.
Like the newborn sun.
…
Lu Zhengkang sat up and patted his cylindrical head, feeling a little dizzy.
Since being infiltrated by the void, the two consciousnesses will involuntarily devour each other. This is not a bad thing, and it will not produce twisted resentment. On the contrary, it can better sort out the broken memories in the residual dream and improve the quality of consciousness. Therefore, Lu Zhengkang
The Dream Arena was cancelled, and the Dark Arena was created by imitating the Abyss.
There were two things that surprised him. One was that the flower merged into his dream and turned into a fruit on the root of the void. The other was that the Dream Nail would release all the essence of the dream and fall asleep again.
Lu Zhengkang gently touched the Dream Nail in his hand, this gorgeous sword hilt.
How does the Little Knight use it?
Lu Zhengkang stared at the disc on the handle of the Dream Nail, feeling the faint throbbing in his heart. He raised the hilt of the sword, the runes of the dream flashed, and a gorgeous flame rushed out of the disc and turned into a burning sword blade.
The blade is withdrawn.
Lu Zhengkang sighed. The Dream Nail is an artifact that can spy on people's hearts, but it is a blessing and a curse. If you are used to using the Dream Nail to steal dream words, it may cause irreparable mistakes.
For example, the soul singer of the House of Joy in the City of Tears, or the Queen of the Beehive.
The simplest example is these residual dreams in the Swamp of Souls. Slashing them with the Dream Nail will kill them.
Although I just wanted to know their thoughts, it caused their death.
What you get is just a few bits of the essence of dreams.
All that's left is guilt and sadness.
After warning himself not to abuse the Dream Nail, Lu Zhengkang suddenly remembered that in the game, there is a hidden believer's shrine in the area where he is. He only needs to use the Dream Nail to beat a certain statue. But now there are so many statues around, it is difficult to distinguish them.
I can’t tell which one it is.
He was in no hurry to go to the mysterious shrine. He thought that he would have plenty of time in the future to dig out the secrets of Hallownest little by little.
Now maybe it's time to go to the cemetery to see those glorious souls and listen to their stories. Then, Lu Zhengkang thought, let's go to Whistling Cliffs to start the fire ceremony.
He slowly returned to the cemetery. With the Dream Nail, he could see the souls on the graves.
These souls retain their appearance in life, but are somewhat illusory and still have a dreamy brilliance.
After talking with them, among the nearly a hundred souls, there was one person who particularly impressed Lu Zhengkang.
It was a bug named Hundred Nails Warrior. Although he was called Hundred Nails, he only had three bone nails on his body.
His tone was kind and confident, "Although I only have three bone nails, each one is sharper than the last. I can defeat you as long as I pull out one... Aren't my bone nails the most beautiful thing in the world?"
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Lu Zhengkang thought to himself that he had carried three bone nails before, and at that time he was the king of fools.
