Chapter 569 – Extensive Otherworldly Realm?
Chapter 569 – Large Scale Otherworld?
The living room on the first floor was as silent as the entire street outside, everything remained the same as it was at night, while the puppets and tin servants powered by clockwork and magic organs stood quietly everywhere – it seemed that they had been carrying out their cleaning orders according to their programmed settings until the second before the “abnormality” came. It seemed that until the second before the arrival of the “abnormality”, they were still carrying out the cleaning order according to the program.
Duncan led a nervous Alice down the stairs, sweeping his eyes across the darkened, silent living room, their footsteps echoing in the dead silence, making everything seem more and more eerie.
Alice carefully grasped the captain’s clothes, while turning her head to look at the side – a puppet made in the form of a maid was holding the staircase railing with one hand not far away, this puppet seemed to be wiping the handrail a moment ago, “she” kept her upper body She kept her upper body slightly leaning forward, with a bucket of water at her feet. However, like the other servants, she had already become still, and the trademark ticking and gears rubbing no longer came from within her body.
Alice always thought that the puppet would suddenly turn its eyes toward her, as described in many horror stories – an association that scared her to death.
“It’s so scary ……” she muttered behind the captain, “there are puppets everywhere …… they looked fine in the daytime, and now suddenly they’re all not moving It’s really scary …… but they’re going to suddenly move feels even more scary ……”
Duncan silently looked back at the naive mannequin with an extraordinarily odd expression.
However Alice didn’t even notice …… nor did she feel that she had said anything wrong.
Duncan shook his head and refocused his attention on the “mark” he left on Maurice, Vanna and the others.
The imprints were still shining in his senses, but in an extremely strange state – sometimes he would feel them in the house, or even beside him, but the next moment they would suddenly appear far away, or even on the other side of the city-state, as if… …teleporting instantly in an irregular manner.
It was the first time Duncan had encountered such a situation.
He tried to call out to the distant imprints in the spiritual world to establish contact with Nina and the others, but because he could not accurately determine the location and status of the imprints, he failed to do so several times, or only received a weak and meaningless “response” at a certain moment – this was also unprecedented. -This was an unprecedented situation.
However, the good news was that he seemed to have gradually grasped the pattern of the strange state of those marks, even if he could not accurately locate their position, he should be able to accurately establish contact with them after a period of time, and on the other hand, as long as those marks were still there, it could be ascertained that at least the person who was carrying the marks had not encountered any danger to his life, and there was no need for him to worry too much yet.
Duncan thus sensed and familiarized himself with the status of the distant imprints while slowly walking forward, however, just at that moment, a slight clicking sound suddenly rang out in the living room, instantly interrupting his and Alice’s movements.
Duncan turned back sharply and looked in the direction from which the sound came.
The puppet maid that had previously rested next to the stair railing moved a little in the darkness, turning her head stiffly like a long rusted machine, her lifeless eyes slowly searching for something in the living room.
Alice’s head almost fell off in shock for a moment, “Woahhh! It’s really moving!”
Duncan finally relented, “Why would you, a living doll, be afraid of that?”
Alice froze and finally responded, “Ah …… right oh?”
Duncan paid no further attention to the disgraced Bean, but instead turned his attention to the puppet maid who was moving stiffly – he appeared to be extraordinarily calm, as he had sensed a suddenly descending, familiar aura from the puppet.
“Lucy? It’s you, isn’t it?” He asked tentatively.
“Ah, you are indeed in the neighborhood ……” the puppet finally focused her eyes accurately on Duncan, “she” moved her jaw and let out a somewhat raw and altered voice. “But I still can’t see you, the quality of this makeshift ‘medium’ is just awful, I really shouldn’t have saved money on a housekeeping puppet in the first place. Long story short, how are things on your end? I sensed your call a few times just now, but it was always cut off instantly before I could respond ……”
“All is well with me here, except that the house is empty and you are all gone,” Duncan said at once, and briefly described the current situation on the street, “…… that is all. In short, it seems to me on my side that there should be something wrong at your place, while Alice and I have not been affected.”
“It seems to be like this,” after a delay of a few seconds, Lucrecia’s voice once again came from the mouth of that puppet maid, “It should be us who have gone wrong, you are still stuck in the real world, merely seeing the anomalies that have appeared in the real world, while we …… seem to have been swept up ‘inside’ this anomaly.”
“Are the others with you?” Duncan asked immediately.
“No, I’m the only one here – it looks like we’ve been scattered all over the place.”
“What’s around you?” Duncan asked again.
“Around? Trees, vines, green with no edges in sight – it’s a forest,” Lucrecia replied, “much like the one we saw earlier in Master Taran-El’s dream, but the atmosphere seems . . not quite the same.”
……
The forest was shrouded by the dusk-like light of the sky, a strange and slightly gloomy sense of chaos seemed to wrap around the entire world, and the sunlight that poured down through the gaps in the canopy of the trees appeared to be dusky, unable to dispel the eerie feeling of the lush forest. Occasionally the sound of birds and beasts, or the sound of tree branches breaking in the distance, although other than that there are no more abnormalities, Lucrecia in the middle of it feels as if she can smell an inexplicable …… sense of tension from the air of this forest.
As if something is about to happen here.
She clutched the short wand in one hand as if it were a “baton”, and at the same time maintained the connection with a certain “puppet” that she had made herself, so as to exchange information with her father from afar. …… There is a sense of tension in the forest, it’s oppressive, even with an invisible fear …… Yes, it’s emotion, and as a witch, I can sense this ’emotion’ in the air! ‘ …… It looks very similar to that dream of Taran-El’s, but there are no invading sunchildren in the sky, and there seems to be something else in the depths of the forest …… I’m heading that way.
“A view of the neighborhood? I can’t see it here ……All I can see as far as my sight goes are trees, and although my view is limited in the dense forest, I’m certain that this forest is by no means more than a block or two in extent ……This ‘otherworldly realm’ ‘ is extremely extensive, and what you see ‘over there’ should only be a small portion of what it leaks into the real world.”
Lucrecia suddenly stopped, she listened attentively to the words coming from afar, and after a moment she nodded gently, “Yes, I also suspect that this is still that ‘dream realm’, called the ‘Dream of the Nameless One’ by the Annihilationists That dream realm, but the situation is different from the last time …… Last time we entered the Dream of the Nameless One through Taran El as a springboard, and the information you got from that group of cultists said the same thing, that in order to enter this dream realm we must use the mind of an elf as a bridge, but this time things happened suddenly and oddly ……”
She paused, raising her wand in her hand and gently pointing it at a vine in front of her, which then instantly moved, writhing as it snaked forward and grew, forming what seemed to be a bridge-like structure that lay over the deep ditch in front of her.
Lucrecia walked forward along this bridge of vines while continuing, “…… I have not found that ‘bridge’ yet, and I have not found who the ‘dreamer’ is, but according to the ‘dreamer’, I have not found the ‘bridge’ yet. ‘ who it is, but according to the laws of dreams, I should be in the neighborhood of that ‘dreamer’ right now.”
She stopped abruptly.
There was the sound of rustling footsteps appearing nearby – the sound appeared abruptly, as if there was no one there one second, and then a person appeared out of thin air the next, stomping on dead branches and leaves and coming this way.
Lucrecia instantly concentrated, and before turning back, she had already cast a number of protective spells on herself, and then she gripped her wand in one hand while looking in the direction of the sound.
However, what appeared before her eyes was not a cultist invading the dreamscape, nor was it a twisted thing that naturally grew in the dreamscape.
An unfamiliar elven female stood in the shade of a tree not far away, looking over in surprise and wariness.
Lucrecia’s first thought was of the dreamer who acted as a “bridge” in this dream, but soon she realized the strange elf not far away brought her a sense of incongruity – the other party was wearing a light armor in a style that was completely unrecognizable to the city-state and the time period. The other party was wearing a light armor that was completely unrecognizable from the style of any city-state or era, and her light golden hair was woven with strange “threads” of faint blue light, while in her hand she was holding a strange blade that looked like a combination of a spear and an axe, a dress …… that she had never seen before in the Port of Light Winds, nor had she ever seen in any other part of the world. She has never seen this outfit in Light Wind Harbor, nor anywhere else in the world.
And just in the time Lucrecia froze, the elf woman holding the strange long-handled weapon had already opened her mouth with a serious and vigilant face:
“Didn’t you receive the order to evacuate? Why are you still staying outside the Wall of Silence?”
Lucrecia narrowed her eyes slightly.
The situation …… seemed to have become delicate.
……
Under the interplay of the “sunlight” between the buildings and the cold light of the World’s Creation, the figures of Duncan and Alice were rapidly crossing the street in the eerie night color unique to Lightwind Harbor.
Alice was holding a puppet head with a mouth that was constantly opening and closing.
Lucrecia’s voice came from the puppet head, reporting the latest developments “over there”…
“I’m following this strange elf who appeared out of nowhere, she doesn’t seem to realize that I’m not of the same race as her at all, and has easily disarmed …… We’re heading to a place known as the ‘Wall of Silence’ …… Place ……”
This scene is really more bizarre and more bizarre: a living mannequin running in the night, holding another mannequin’s head in his arms, that head is still talking, the voice is hoarse and distorted due to the material limitations – just this scene, just change a sane person to look at it for fear that all will fall off the san.
However, Alice did not look different.
She trotted along behind Duncan, and her expression even looked a bit pleasant.
Probably holding a head in his arms to hold the habit …… of holding his own habits, holding others is the same.
(There are three shifts today!!!)
(End of this chapter)