As he said that, the silver-haired half-elf girl giggled. But in Lona's eyes, this smile seemed to have a hint of regret.
"I want to ride those creatures that only exist in fantasy and fly freely under the blue sky... Well, you may not have seen it, but there is no gray fog in the sky outside."
Suddenly thinking of the always foggy sky on the island, the half-elf girl opened her arms and tried hard to draw a big circle, as if she wanted to show Lorna the blue sky without a layer of fog.
"The sky is an exceptionally pure blue, dotted with snow-white soft clouds. When you touch it with your hands, they will wrap around your hands like marshmallows."
"So, I want to fly up to the top of the sky, feel the refreshing cool breeze blowing across my cheeks, and leave the flying birds far behind.
The earth will continue to shrink below you, and those buildings that look extremely majestic from the ground are just inconspicuous dots when viewed from the sky.
If you continue to fly high into the sky, even the blue color around you will fade away.
Dusk will surround you, and the moonlight will illuminate your path until you stand among the shining stars, and the distant moon will become very huge, as if you can reach it—"
While she was telling the story, there seemed to be some kind of light flashing in the girl's eyes.
Maybe, it's the light from the campfire?
Lorna thought, but her vision was blurred by the light.
"So, what is Lorna's dream?"
After telling his dream in a relaxed manner, the silver-haired half-elf player suddenly changed the topic and turned to the girl sitting in front of the window, wearing a dark lolita dress, with a trace of curiosity and expectation in his eyes.
For some reason, she just felt that it would be more appropriate to reveal her dreams before she died like this.
"my dream?"
The little black-haired girl who looked like a doll was startled, instinctively hesitating.
But when she saw the "dying" Xia Ye Yinghuo, she still made up her mind.
"My dream is to see the world outside this island..."
.….…
On the island, at the bottom of the mountains, there is a huge hidden underground space.
The surrounding damp rock walls shone with a pale green phosphorescence, and the open space in the center was now filled with pagan cultists wearing ragged robes.
"The time has come."
The high priest wore a complicated sacrificial robe that glowed with purple moonlight. He still held up the strange scepter embedded with black stone in his hand. He stood high on the top of the dark altar and spoke hoarsely like a declaration, with a strange and gentle tone.
In the empty cave under the altar, each pagan cultist maintained a silent atmosphere, as if silently listening to the teachings of the high priest.
Glancing at the believers below who had been assimilated by the power of 'gods', the high priest's dark purple eyes flashed with a hint of fanaticism. But more importantly, there was a calm look that was completely different from other pagan believers.
In the beginning, he was not actually a priest, but a seventh-level mage and god-seeker.
Based on a few words on a forbidden cipher tablet, he learned the whereabouts of the 'Old Gods' and the island where the true incarnations of the Old Gods were exiled.
Therefore, he spent an astonishing amount of resources and worked hard to find this island shrouded in the power of the old gods, and discovered the remains of the ancient cult of alien gods on the island.
Yes, the remains—
Their spirits have long been weathered by the endless years, and now they are able to move only by relying on the power of the gods, like walking zombies, following the specific trajectory they followed during their lives.
It is more of an anomaly than a life.
After realizing this nature, he used forbidden rituals to communicate with the old gods.
In exchange for his promise to bring the old gods caught in the dream back to the present world, he received the power of the old gods and the identity of the high priest of the Moon-Calling Secret Cult.
God generously gave him these 'abnormal phenomena', which made him the leader of this group of 'special phenomena'.
In other words, they are connected as one.
The high priest can control the body of any pagan cultist through his own will, just like controlling his own body. At the same time, he can also share the perspective with any pagan cultist.
And in the Moon Shadow Seal, it is the shadow of the original moon that is sealed.
'When he woke up from the dream, He tore off his own shadow and raised it into the moon, so the moon in the dream had no shadow——'
This brief description is a brief description of the incarnation of the power of the original moon [Rai] on the stone tablet.
He put all the concepts of sexual discord into his own shadow, tore them off and sealed them on the earth, thereby ascending to the purple moon in the dream world.
Because of this, the Purple Moon in the dream world is always full and never waxes or wanes.
It took hundreds of years for the high priest to gradually transform the underground terrain of the island and arrange ritual formations, preparing to use them as time and space landmarks to lead the old gods back to the present world.
But at this critical moment that is about to come, due to the strange and sudden disappearance of the Moon Shadow Seal, the ritual that was originally based on it suddenly experienced a huge magic imbalance.
This is like going to sunbathe, preparing everything, choosing a day when there are absolutely no clouds, and then the sun, which is most unlikely to disappear, suddenly disappears.
During the ceremony, the power of Moon Shadow, which symbolized darkness, suddenly disappeared, while the power of Rai, which represented light, grew and spread rapidly, almost eroding the ritual arrangements he had prepared for nearly a thousand years.
At the critical moment, he quickly used the huge secret ritual array group under the island to pour part of the free moon shadow power accumulated over thousands of years into the altar, and used it as the core node to suppress the entire secret ritual.
For this reason, the great priest who was supposed to be in the city of God at this moment, trying to awaken the long-dormant gods in advance, had to personally serve as the core of mobilizing power, channeling the power of Rai, and presiding over the normal operation of the entire ceremony.
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This approach won't last long, but luckily, the time has come.
"The shadow of the moon is entrenched where the sea water stirs up the land, so the footsteps of reality are near."
Raising the black stone scepter in his hand high, the high priest faced the countless ragged believers below and formally began to pronounce the ritual prayers.
As he chanted, a rich dark green phosphorescence surged from his feet, extending along the mysterious lines on the altar and towards the entire cave.
Near the foot of the huge black altar, there are three small purple altars, with three unconscious human figures lying on them.
The black-robed young bishop of the Holy See, the unknown brown-haired traveling swordsman, and the guards wearing the wind crystal bird pendant.
Although their appearances are different, they all faintly exude eighth-level magic fluctuations!
As the ceremony progressed, dark green phosphorescence followed the lines and connected to the surfaces of the three altars, causing them to begin to glow with a lavender glow like moonlight.