Chapter 636 “Restoration”

Chapter 636 “Restoration”

This time, the winds in this desert seemed to be more turbulent than ever.

The disorderly winds were almost like sweeping over the sand dunes strewn with jagged rocks again and again, and the sand dust was swirling in the air dozens of meters high, and in the distance, there was a huge earth-colored “barrier” gradually rising up into the sky – an even bigger storm was brewing in the barrier, as if it was gathering enough power to sweep the world. A bigger storm is brewing in that barrier, as if it is accumulating enough power to sweep the world.

All this turbulence stopped a few meters away from Vanna and the giant, and the dust swirled around them as if it were a sight to behold in the eye of the storm.

Vanna was the first to notice the change in her surroundings, she looked at the turbulent sand and dust in the distance with astonishment, especially the earth-colored sandstorm that looked like a barrier to the sky that was gradually rising from the earth in the far distance, she, who had never seen such a sight before, felt uneasy for the first time, “What is that?”

The pale giant clad in tattered cloth robes lowered his head and looked gently into Vanna’s eyes, “It’s a storm, traveler, a storm that you yourself started.”

“The storm I started?” Vanna sniffed and looked at the giant in dismay, “When did I ……”

“Not yet, but soon – time is beginning to flow once more, traveler, and it is flowing in every direction, do you feel it? The world is changing …… After such a long period of stagnation, this rock, covered in sand and imprisoned, will finally begin to roll again.”

Vanna froze as she listened to these unexplained words that the giant suddenly recited to her, she associated something from these vague words, but before she could open her mouth to ask, the giant had already waved his hand towards her, “Don’t ask too many questions, traveler, this place is finally coming to an end, and the more you learn about it at this point in time, the more you’ll be able to forge an inseparable bond with it. I don’t want you to be the next to wander this desert.”

Vanna finally saw something different in the giant’s words and in those eyes that burned with dim fire.

This “god of lost memories” had come to say goodbye to himself.

“Come with me, traveler,” the giant beckoned to her, “walk with me one last time to conclude this journey.”

Vanna was slightly taken aback, and as she darted to keep up with the giant, she opened her mouth to inquire, “Where are you taking me? What exactly is happening here?”

“We’re going back to that ‘big pit’,” the giant slowed his pace and bowed his head slightly, “I’m starting to remember things, there’s something there that I’ve been looking for . . and perhaps, something you want as well.”

In a sudden swirl of wind and sand, the figures of Vanna and the giant disappeared simultaneously into the depths of the sea of sand.

……

The sun had almost completely set below sea level – in the boundless sea, only that huge “luminous geometry” still floated quietly on the sea surface, and the endless “sunlight” it emitted gently poured out. The endless “sunlight” it emits gently splashes out, spreading along the slightly undulating waves to the infinite distance.

The Light Wind Harbor that was once illuminated by this “sunlight” had already disappeared from the surface of the sea, and in the position where the original Light Wind Harbor was located, there was an amazingly magnificent phantom – countless wisps and strands of invisible things that looked like strands of hair rose from the sea, entangled and intertwined between the sky and the sea, transforming into a magnificent phantom that was a part of the sea and the sky. entangled and intertwined, transforming into a projection of trees even more massive than the city-state.

This giant tree in between the real and the imaginary was still growing, as if it were still drawing sustenance from the light wind harbor that had disappeared, and every second it was moving further from the unreal to the real, its trunk appearing a little clearer and its magnificent crown a little more solid after every breeze that blew, after every wave that rolled over it – Now it stood in the sunlight that filled the sea, and even the magnificent church ark on the far side of the sea seemed like a “dinghy” compared to it.

The Truth Academy’s fleet had been ordered to withdraw from Silantis’ projection range, and now the ark and the escort fleet were hovering on the sea surface beyond the giant tree’s phantom.

However, within the projection range of the giant tree, on the sea surface covered by the sky-high canopy, a sailing ship burning with a blazing ghostly flame was traveling towards the direction of the “tree trunk”.

The translucent sails of the spirit body were already raised, and the invisible power was agitating the Lost Country ship, pushing it towards the distant world tree that looked like a giant peak in the sky. In the burning flames, the whole body of this huge phantom ship was emitting a kind of low and disturbing creaking sound, as if it was facing a heavy pressure, and fighting against a repulsive force.

After the Lost Country sailed within less than twelve nautical miles of the tree trunk, the expected “resistance” appeared.

The waves were surging upwards, gradually becoming a storm, a higher wave came from the direction of Silantis, and began to slap the bow of the Lost Country violently, and even once spread to the deck, and there were whistling and roaring sounds coming from the direction of the giant tree, each loud sound seemed to shatter this ghost ship that was constantly moving forward in the wind and waves.

And in the midst of this constant surge of power, there coalesced almost as if there were a substantial resistance and …… anger.

Silentis did not like this ship, did not like this ghost that had used her branches to build a keel and had been reborn on the spine of Sasloca.

She was confused, angry, to the point of fear at this.

But the thrashing waves outside the cabin and the roar of the World Tree barely affected the stability of the ship’s interior.

Duncan made his way down the steps, through the long, dim corridors, the tilted, ancient staircases, through the lighted, anti-phase warehouses, and the strangely rattling cabins, one step at a time, to the deepest recesses of the ship.

In one hand he carried the lamp, which gave off a greenish flame, and in the other he held the “square of wood” which he had obtained from the city-state of Prand.

He could feel that the piece of wood in his hand was emitting a slight heat and vibration, and this piece of “sample” cut from the original keel of the Lost Country seemed to have sensed something, and was becoming more and more agitated.

Agatha’s voice came from the shadows beside him: “The wind and waves outside are strong, Silentis is preventing the Lost Country from approaching.”

“You can barely hear the commotion from here,” Duncan, however, just smiled, “Looks like it’s pretty well soundproofed down here.”

“Alice has tied Coronation Lunn to a post with a rope, saying she’s afraid the old gentleman will be thrown out – Coronation Lunn was in poor shape and failed to resist …… I advised it, but Alice wouldn’t listen, she said it was common sense to go out to sea, and she added that She’s an old sailor on board ……”

“…… It’s good that she’s happy,” said Duncan, without stopping his feet; “are those ropes happy?”

“…… Should be quite happy, it’s not often you get the experience of tying the Pope to a ship.” “That’s good.”

Duncan said lightly, then pushed open the last door that led to the bilge.

The fragmented bilge structure of the Lost Country appeared in his eyes.

No matter how violent the storm on the surface of the sea, this layer of half-submerged in subspace “bilge” is as quiet as ever – the broken hull structure is still floating quietly in the void, the chaotic flow of light from subspace in the hull of the huge cracks in the disorderly flow, a century ago, a century later, this is so The chaotic light from subspace flowed through the huge cracks in the ship’s hull in a disorderly manner, as it did a century ago, and is still doing so today, a century later.

Duncan slowly made his way to the center of the shattered layer of the ship’s hull and stood beside the largest of the cracks.

Agatha’s figure rose from beside him and spoke with a hint of caution, “Is this really okay?”

Duncan lowered his head and gazed at the crack at his feet and the stream of light flowing from it.

“The keel of the Lost Country was once crafted from the branches of Silantis, and then the spine of Sasloca replaced that keel, and by the authority of the ‘King of Dreams’, the Lost Country that had been swallowed by subspace was ‘transformed into reality’ in a ‘virtual reality’ way of molding it once more, so in a sense – the Lost Country is another Silantis.”

He slowly bent down and placed the wooden cube on the ground in front of him.

“Memories and dreams, Sasloca wanders in the frontier between the real and the imaginary, He created Silantis in a dream, and reconstructed the Lost Country in a dream, He took everything from His own memories, but the only problem is that He doesn’t remember Himself – He didn’t even know He could dream. ”

Duncan tapped his finger lightly on the surface of the wooden cube.

A cluster of ghostly green fire jumped up in one corner of the wood cube, engulfing the whole thing in almost the blink of an eye, and in the swift psychic flames it took on the same, ghostly, ethereal, transparent quality as Duncan’s torso at the moment.

“Sasloca is the original ‘dreamless’ – the simplest truths are actually contained in the most deviant of doctrines.”

Duncan stood up and kicked the blazing wooden cube toward the rift that led into subspace.

It tumbled over the edge of the ship’s hull and crashed down, disappearing almost in the blink of an eye into that dim and chaotic space, lost in the undulating and errant streams of light.

A strange creaking sound began to emanate from the distance.

“So the key to our entry into the depths of Silentis’ dreams isn’t waking Silentis up at all – Silentis is already awake, she doesn’t need waking up at all.

“It’s Sasloca we need to awaken, this spine soaked in subspace.

“We want to establish communication between Sasloka and Silantis – to make this ‘Dreamless One’ aware of His dreams after long years.”

The strange creaking gradually reached its peak, and then suddenly, ghostly green flames began to surge and rise from the cracks in the shattered hulls!

The fire of the spirit body flowed swiftly throughout the entire cabin, and wherever the flames went, the huge cracks began to heal and dissolve at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and the shattered hulls began to be gradually repaired, and the Lost Country’s ship’s bottom structure then tended to be complete!

Before the largest fissure healed, Duncan saw the light under the fissure from the corner of his eye.

That was the real “bottom” structure of the Lost Country, the real bilge wrapped around the keel.

The spine of the ancient god was immersed in subspace, floating and sailing in the chaos of nothingness.

New green branches snaked through the cracks of the skeleton, spreading with the flames to every part of the spine.

“Now the two dragon bones are one.”

Duncan said softly.

In front of him, the last chasm in the bilge of the Lost Country slowly healed.

He looked up and mentally called out, “Sasloka.”

Goathead’s voice followed, “I’m here, Captain.”

“Full sails, full speed, let’s go find your sapling.”

“Aye captain!”

(end of chapter)