Chapter 804： Dream (1/2)

In the palace at dusk, the corridor is deep and long, the hall is wide and empty, the whisper of unknown origin echoes deep behind each door, as if countless invisible guests are gathering in this ancient and illusory palace, As they continued their never-ending banquet, they watched the visitors who stepped into the palace maliciously.

Rosetta Augustus's footsteps sounded abruptly in the empty corridor.

The ruler of the Tifeng Empire walked along the corridor where he had walked countless times, as if he had not heard the weird whispers constantly coming around him. Shadows of varying lengths were cast under the narrow window, and each shadow appeared to tremble as if to live, but gradually calmed down again under the emperor's disregard.

He reached the deepest room of the palace, where he drew the portraits of the members of the Augustus family.

Expressionless faces were embedded in the dark frame, staring at Rosetta Augustus with indifferent eyes, some of the images in the frame came alive, and drew close to the next frame, sending out The murmur was low and mumbled like a voice.

Those "live" frames are without exception Augustus members in the last two hundred years. They were the active Augustus born after the fall of the old capital and after the advent of the curse.

Those who were active between 700 and 200 years ago just stayed quietly in the frame, serving as cold portraits.

Rosetta was used to it.

Nightmare is the product of the curse, and it is also a reflection of the spiritual world of the cursed. It is based on the collapse time of the old emperor two hundred years ago. Before the great collapse, the souls of Augustus were free, and the nightmare can only be projected. Out of a soulless illusion, Augustus after the Great Collapse was trapped in this dream world, which became the source of many weirdness, and also made this nightmare world even more strange and dangerous.

Rosetta glanced over the surviving portraits with a cold expression.

Those were his fathers and ancestors, some were the closest people to his childhood, and some were the prototypes of the hero stories he had heard since childhood, but that was what they did before – now, they are just this weird dream palace Part of this is part of this curse. On them, any expectation of family and human nature will lead to a tragic ending soon. This is the experience and lessons learned by the members of the Augustus family from generation to generation.

But as long as you keep your own sanity and restrain the greed into the heart, the shadows in these nightmares will be useful.

In a living portrait, Rosetta's grandfather, the wise King George Augustus, seemed to notice something. The pale and dry face turned and his eyes fell on Rosetta Augustus. , The low, weird grunt turned into a human identifiable voice: "Ah, look who's here ... my dear grandson ... are you okay?"

Another portrait next to it also became active, glancing at Rosetta: "It doesn't look very good, look at how tired he is, it is not so easy to rule an empire. Child, you should learn to adjust your state, don't Consume life early. "

Several other portraits nearby immediately echoed.

Rosetta ignored these buzzing conversations, but said indifferently: "The more frequent this palace appears, what changes are foreshadowed?"

"It's indifferent ..." the portraits said one after another.

Rosetta just looked at them blankly.

"What change do you want? Closer to us?" The emperor George Augustus laughed hoarsely and lowly. "It's a pity that although we also want to see our loved ones reunite soon, you always refuse. Good, this nightmare is ... far from you. "

"But there are other things that are getting closer and closer to the real world you are in ..." another portrait added.

"Other things? What?" Rosetta frowned. "Any other 'god legacy'?"

"Then we don't know ..." mumbled Marjorie Augustus, who was next to George Augustus, "but it seems different from our situation ... it's a similar personality Power is also similar, but it's just similar. Perhaps it is this 'similarity' that has given us a sense of touch and activated the curse on you. "

Listening to these ambiguous words, thinking about the corresponding clues in the real world, Rosetta's brows frowned, and at the same time, he heard the voice of his father, Marjory Augustus. Here again: "All in all, you have to be careful lately, there seems to be some changes in the real world you are in. It may not be for you, but it is only existent and it is enough to threaten you."

George Augustus also said, "We can't help you in the real world here, but we will try our best to expand our induction to find its clues, and at the same time, we will look for as deep as possible in the dream vision of history. Clues, maybe ... can help you. "

Rosetta looked up, looked at his father and grandfather, looked at the older Augustus, watched them speak, provided suggestions, watched them fall into a lively discussion, and advised himself. It just kept his cold face and took two steps back.

Where he originally stood, there was a layer of ink on the patterned stone bricks, and countless creeping things like tentacles with a little bit of starlight squirmed and extended in that ink color, in the surrounding air. More shadows emerged to establish the connection, dancing to what seemed to be trying to catch.

"I won't bother you to do more," Rosetta said coldly. "Dream, it's better to return to dream."

The dark tentacles with a bit of star light instantly speeded up the dance, as if plunged into violentness, while those who talked gently with Rosetta the other day and were eager to help, stared at them all in a flash. , A pair of eyes were attached with blood color at the same time, each face became emaciated at the same time, each voice made a loud rebuke with anger:

"You **** it! We are so dedicated to helping you!"

"We are full of good intentions, but you have only suspicion-you are destined to be an unkind tyrant, and you have abandoned the dreadful monarch taught by the ancestors!"

"You will be cast aside by your subjects. All you bring to this empire is corruption, and its path is only destruction!"

"Back, back to your family, back to your father and grandfather, only we are your true family, see yourself!"

A reprimand grew louder, gradually mixed together, and gradually became a murmur and a shrill scream that humans couldn't understand, but Rosetta Augustus just frowned, stepping back quickly, around There are more and more tentacles appearing in the air, it seems crazy to want to restrain him in this place, but those tentacles dissolve by themselves before contacting Rosetta, turning into the dust and mist disappearing like the things in dream Living people who harmed the real world came back in vain.

But Rosetta himself knew that as long as he had the slightest hesitation, and the slightest weakness and compromise, these tentacles would not be so "harmless."