Realizing that she didn't seem to know anything about Citalopram, Porfis frowned in distress and knocked her head: "Sorry, I'm telling you from the beginning... I can't remember these things...
"Well, you can probably understand...all the history of this world will be stored in the 'dream world'. The dream world is a fragment of the world where only information exists, and is closely connected to our world. The so-called 'nightmare' is
A small part of history in the dream world is projected with human souls as the foundation, and painted with curses... or filled in.
"Curse energy... is a not very good energy source. It uses curses as a transmission medium to extract and preserve the power from the depths of the earth's veins as energy."
"...In that case, won't Granny Bone Burial give you trouble?"
Citalopram couldn't help but ask.
Why does this sound vaguely like a magic bladder...
Do you also want to use the planet as your boat?
But Pofisi shook her head: "What we extract is not the energy of the earth, but the edge of the world further down the earth. We first collect the cursed dust through the cursed energy windmill, and after special processing, we turn the solid
The cursed dust penetrates into the deep, deep, deep depths of the earth..."
When she said this, she suddenly fell silent as if she had realized something.
But Citalopram roughly understood what she meant.
In short, it is a very unstable and highly polluting energy source, right...
"What about the specimen storage library?"
Citalopram spoke gently and changed the awkward topic without any trace.
As expected, Pofisi slowly and seriously said: "The specimen storage library is man-made, projecting a certain historical record...creating a nightmare that can be preserved for a long time.
"We Osers used to use a lot of spell energy. Just like you said, the Bone Burial Granny, Ms. Silence and Mr. Yao all came to stop us. But at that time... in the end, by the time we reacted, we had already
Having absorbed too many curses, our civilization can no longer survive.
"But we plan to leave something behind. Books don't last long, and stone tablets and crystal stones will be damaged. We finally chose to use this method to replace written records... to preserve our complete history in batches.
"And if you want to create a nightmare that can exist forever, you need enough 'Silver Souls' as fulcrums..."
Pofisi gently opened her hands.
There was some melancholy in her eyes.
"...I was originally supposed to be one of the fulcrums."
She said softly and in a low voice: "If everything goes well, I won't stay here alone for more than a thousand years. I was supposed to be a devotee, the seedbed of nightmares, the cornerstone of history...
"But now I...only I..."
Pofisi slowly squatted down, hugged her knees with both hands, lowered her head and murmured softly:
"Only I...have been left behind by everyone. I am so lucky and so unlucky...
"——Only me, not dead."
Pofisi's voice was very soft and weak.
It was like everyone made an appointment to commit suicide, but in the end she was the only one who survived.
Following her whisper, Citalopran saw some weird, indescribable, indescribable spirits... rising from the ruin-like azure rocks around him.
It was not like herself or Porphys, who had a beautiful soul that was almost the same as her physical body.
Some look like large pieces of blueberry-flavored candies, or like elongated rice cakes.
The ghost blue spirit body has an extremely long and slender body. It has no arms or legs... but it has many heads and an extremely long "neck".
There are two-headed ones, three-headed ones, five-headed ones, seven-headed ones, eleven-headed ones... The height also ranges from three or four meters to more than twenty meters high.
Those heads and bodies are connected by translucent blue tentacles.
The taller the "seaweed", the more heads it has.
But the number of heads seems to be prime numbers.
...just like a giraffe that stands on its head and has many strange legs.
A wonderful metaphor suddenly appeared in Citalopram's mind.
The heads in each group of "giraffes" were whispering to other heads in the same group, speaking a language that Citalopram could not understand.
At this moment, Citalopram suddenly noticed...that he had an inexplicable primary influence called "Elegant Whisper".
...Although the wizards can't see it, are these special spiritual monsters everywhere in the ruins?
Because these spirits seemed to float out of the ground just because of Pofisi's emotions. Without the pale body, they should not be visible. We can only notice that the faint blue light on the ground seems to be flowing on the ground...
…
Looking at these weird spirits, Citalopram bit his right thumb nervously.
...terrible, too bad.
This "goo goo goo" swaying human-headed seaweed-like spirit not only made her fearless, but also made her feel inexplicably cute...
This may be a problem with filters and color matching.
If it weren't for this beautiful, fairyland-like blue-green color scheme with a hazy shimmer. If the surrounding environment and these "human head seaweed" were replaced with a black-red sticky texture color scheme, even the western
Thalopram will also make you feel a little scared.
She really wants to touch it now to see whether these "human head seaweeds" are elastic or soft to the touch...
If you suddenly go over and touch them, other players will definitely think of them as mentally ill...
I also want to take these home, what should I do——
But before that...
"Can you leave with me, Porphyris?"
Citalopram coughed lightly, squatted down and whispered to Porphys, who suddenly became depressed.
Missions, impacts, teammates, etc... As long as you gain favor with Pophis, or even take Pophis away, wouldn't you be able to get everything?
This is a once and for all move! (Shocking sound)
When Pofisi heard this, she raised her head.
There was a smile on her face, but she didn't look like she was about to cry before: "Of course there is a way! After all, you are a believer of the Pale Princess!
"When you get the magical skill of 'Backing Dancer', you must come back to me! I'm very powerful!"
...will you still fake crying?
Oops, why do I feel cuter...
"...I will definitely come back!"
Citalopram obeyed his desire and answered firmly.
It turns out that the Priest of the Pale Princess can really bring ghost-type companion pets...
Sure enough, I didn’t believe in the wrong god!
This guy named Pale Princess... doesn't he understand this very well?
Although he has never met the pale princess, has never heard the voice of the god he believes in, and does not even know what the pale princess looks like... But Citalopran is inexplicably obsessed with the cheap god he has been assigned.
A little more favorable.
She has the same sense of recognition as when she discusses r18g’s unsavory content with netizens.
I always feel that the pale princess... is a companion!