Duncan stood in front of the huge black throne for a long time.
He knew that this was another "fragment" of Sasloka after it was torn apart, but this "fragment" could no longer leave the throne - he served as a shelter during the era when the foundation of the Deep Sea Age was laid.
One of the cornerstones is permanently anchored at the beginning and end of time, becoming part of the huge system left behind by Pilot One.
But he was suddenly curious... Do the other "kings" know about this? When the "Creep King" decided to "build" part of the remains of the "Dream King" into the shelter, they
How was this matter discussed?
"Make the best use of everything," the tombkeeper responded indifferently to Duncan's question, "At that time, they didn't have many resources available, and everything that was put to use had to be valuable - if the creator's
If the plan fails, he will be used in the next plan."
Duncan nodded slightly, then left the platform where the throne was, strolled to the trail, and slowly walked forward along the mottled ancient pillars. When he was about to reach the end, he suddenly stopped: "
Is there anything else you want to show me?"
"No more," the gravekeeper said slowly, "that's all."
"Then it seems it's time to leave." Duncan raised his head and glanced at the dusk-like chaotic "sky" above, simulated by some unknown light source. "The people outside are still waiting for news."
"I'll take you away." The tombkeeper lowered his head and said.
"Well," Duncan nodded, but just as he was about to step onto the ramp, he suddenly stopped again, as if he remembered something, "By the way, there is one thing."
The tombkeeper looked over.
"Maybe - I mean maybe, I will see the 'creator' you mentioned. Although I don't know yet whether this will go smoothly, and I am not sure what the status of the 'creator' is, but if I can see
In his words, do you have anything you want me to convey to you?"
The tombkeeper suddenly fell silent. After a long time, he slowly shook his head: "This probably doesn't mean anything - the facility will be closed. After you leave, all contact with the outside world will be cut off until
The system is critical... Even if you do meet our creator by then, I will not receive any more messages."
Duncan looked at the tombkeeper for a moment and nodded silently.
But the moment he turned around, the tombkeeper suddenly spoke again: "Wait, you...you better pass a message to me."
Duncan turned his head and looked extremely serious: "You said."
"Just tell him..." The tombkeeper hesitated for a moment, as if he was organizing his words, and then said with a strange solemnity, "We are honored to have completed our work."
"I will convey it." Duncan nodded, turned and walked up the long slope back to the corridor.
The tombkeeper followed beside him, setting foot on the road leaving the tomb with Duncan in silence.
When he was about to reach the exit, the tall guard suddenly broke the silence: "In the future, they don't have to answer the call - please remind the shadows gathered outside that no matter what comes out here, don't come near here again.
.
"There will be no new directories, and there will be no new information guidance. The shelter has completed all the known paths left at the beginning of the design. Our observation has reached the end. Going forward, we will continue to create
A future that no one has calculated... no one knows what is in that future.
"I hope that in the coming days, everything will be safe for them."
With every word he spoke, the tomb guard's voice became hoarse and deeper, and with every step he took, his footsteps became heavier - traces of the passage of time gradually appeared on his body.
, the aura of decay and death gradually emerged. The pure white robe had turned into a tattered and old shroud at some point, and some kind of chain that seemed to have a sealing effect spread out from his body bit by bit, sealing him.
Gradually winding.
Then, the sound of the heavy door opening came from the front.
The door of the ancient and solemn mausoleum opened, and Duncan stepped out of Vision 004.
He is the only person in history to have walked out of this door in a sober state.
The figures waiting near the gate gathered together in an instant. Vanna was the first to come to Duncan. She stepped forward and held Duncan's arm (although the latter did not need support at all), with a rather serious expression on her face.
Worried: "Are you okay?"
"Of course I'm fine," Duncan said casually, while looking back - however, the figure of the tombkeeper could no longer be seen in the dark corridor of the tomb, only a shrinking and squirming shadow gradually fading in the corridor, which made
He frowned, "How long will it take for me to go in?"
"For a moment," Helena's voice came from the side, "we heard a brief and strange noise coming from the mausoleum, and then the door reopened and you walked out."
"A moment?" Duncan frowned.
"It's all like this," Vanna nodded and said, "No matter how long you feel you have been in the tomb, to people outside it seems like only a moment has passed. Scholars in the church believe that this is due to visions.
The time flow within 004 is isolated from the outside..."
Lu En raised his hand: "In addition, this theory was first proposed by me a thousand years ago."
Listening to the words coming from beside him, Duncan just remained silent. He turned around and stared at Vision 004, who had returned to silence. And in his eyes, there was a sound coming from inside this simple and solemn mausoleum.
There was a low roar, and then it began to sink slowly.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the magnificent Cretan architecture disappeared before everyone's eyes.
At this time, Vanna also noticed the solemnity and solemnity in Duncan's expression, which made her unable to help but say: "If it were you... you should still have the memory inside Vision 004, you are all in the mausoleum.
What did you see?"
Duncan was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.
"What I saw inside Vision 004, what I heard should be different from the previous 'listeners'... I understand the truth about the construction of this facility, and the future related to it, but first..."
He raised his head, glanced at the soul projections on standby in the assembly hall, and then his eyes fell on Helena and the other four popes.
"Let the others leave first. After I tell you the truth in the tomb, you can then decide how to communicate with your own saints."
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Gentle waves undulated outside the window, and a refreshing breeze blew into the room. Alice opened the round window on the side of the captain's cabin to let fresh air blow into the room. She stood in the sunshine and breeze, squinting her eyes with satisfaction.
"The room should be ventilated frequently. The captain always forgets to open the window," Miss Doll put her hands on her waist, as if she was talking to herself, and also seemed to be talking to her "friends" who were everywhere on the ship.
"Muttering, "Things will get moldy over time!"
No one in the room responded to her words, and even the goat head, which was always noisy in the past, remained unusually quiet at this time, half-opening and half-closing his eyes on the edge of the chart table as if asleep.
But suddenly, the goat's head suddenly lifted up and began to turn left and right.
It saw the doll Alice who was cleaning the room next to it, and then saw the "Dream Skull" placed not far next to it, and made a vague grunt in its mouth.
Alice immediately came over curiously: "Hey! Mr. Goat Head! What's wrong with you?"
The goat head slowly moved its neck, making a creaking sound as the wood rubbed against wood while muttering: "Evil... I feel like I just had a dream."
Alice's eyes widened in surprise when she heard this: "Ah? Didn't you say you can't dream?"
"How about evil..." Goat Head muttered, "Although the captain said that I can dream, theoretically I can never realize that I am dreaming... But just now I was distracted, and it felt like
It’s like a dream.”
Alice's curiosity was immediately aroused. She simply put the duster in her hand aside and sat down opposite the goat's head: "Speaking of which, I sometimes doubt that I will dream, but when I wake up every day, there is nothing.
Remember...do you remember what you dreamed about just now?"
The goat head glanced at the curious puppet opposite, and his tone gradually became a little weird: "I dreamed...I was sitting on a very huge chair, and I sat on it for many, many years...many people were around me.
Running around, busy, and then..."
It paused, and a frown seemed to appear on its hard face: "Then there are many, many children... just those running around... suddenly they all became my children..."
Alice held her chin with both hands and slowly leaned forward. The more she listened, the wider her eyes opened. She seemed to be shocked by the description of the goat head, and suddenly she said: "They are all just like you."
Goat heads?! Then how do they run around? By jumping?"
The goat head was stunned for a moment: "...I think there is something wrong with your understanding. This is not the point..."
But it didn't have time to correct the puppet's imagination - just when it was about to continue talking, the door to the captain's cabin was suddenly opened.
Duncan's tall figure appeared at the door.
Alice immediately forgot about the topic of the conversation. She smiled and stood up from the chart table and walked towards the door: "The captain is back!"
Duncan pinched Alice's cheek casually and walked into the room.
The goat head turned its head, and its eyes fell on Duncan with some confusion: "You seem to have gone to a... strange place?"
Duncan did not respond to the other party's question. He just strolled to the chart table. After adjusting his sitting posture, he looked at the goat head on the table seriously and spoke slowly: