Chapter 932 (1/2)
The furtive conversation between the two was very quiet, but it was only a memory after all. Even if Sylvie and horna were standing beside them, the other side would not react, so their words naturally fell to sylvier without missing a word.
”Sure enough, these guys crossed the tuyere Plateau...”
It seems that they are not lucky to think of all kinds of things in Xiwei, even if they are lucky in the end.
You know, Sylvie tried to cross the tuyere plateau twice, but they all failed - the first time he died there, and the second time he was thrown into the grassland behind by the turbulence of space
”What is the holy coffin they are talking about?” ”Since you control this illusion of memory, can you step back a little bit so that we can understand the causes and consequences?” asked horna curiously
”The coffin is probably the dawn That's the coffin where the virgin in your mouth lies. ”
Sylvie grinned awkwardly, scratched the back of his head and said, ”in addition, this fantasy can only be fast forward, not backward. If you want to see the memory in front of you, you have to extract that guy's memory again If you don't care about that guy named Luther, I'm not going to turn that guy into an idiot until I get enough information
”Is the thing that you created this strange illusion also a spirit?”
The girl hesitated for a moment and then asked.
”No, just ordinary magic items What's the matter? ”
Seeing the girl's expression seemed to be a little subtle, SIVI asked casually.
However, horna just shook her head and looked dispirited: ”nothing, just a little tired. Too much has happened today.”
”Oh, is that so?”
”What kind of fool are you pretending to be?”
In the face of the girl's anger, our culprit just shrugged his shoulders casually, and then manipulated the illusion time to quickly advance, until the gang was ready to cross the tuyere plateau.
This time the storm has stopped, but there is a thick snow on the ground, walking is very inconvenient.
SIVI estimated that from the time axis, this time should be not long after Sophia and he killed the enemy of the gods, fummor Barol, and ozaghi, who emerged from the tuyere plateau.
”There are many members of the pure white church. I don't know whether it is the spies buried by the Presbyterian group in the holy land, or the pure white church itself has collusion with this guy named Luther.”
Looking at the figures in front of him in the clergyman's robes constantly busy preparing, Sylvie murmured in his heart.
In his mind, he is more likely to be the second.
If his intuition is right, then the water in the holy land may be deeper than he thought at first
”Tut, it's not good to kneel too fast. I don't know what happened after the battle of talieside.” He paced back and forth a little impatiently.