Chapter 180： The power of the sleeper. (1/2)

Rainstorms, lightning and thunder, the cold wind from the northern frigid winds wrapped in the same cold rain on the spires of the castle. On this day, Kant’s most prestigious and oldest people made a dream, they dreamed. Time seems to go back to thirty years ago, back to the same rainstorm night, their young, strong and just and merciful lord is driving back to the town by horse-drawn carriage, and not far from the carriage is Kant Castle. The majestic exterior walls and towers are all shrouded in the mist and night when the rain is stirring. The carriage is galloping on the endless road, as if it is a dream that cannot be awake.

Gao Wen walked in the deep underground corridor, which led to the north tower of the castle. The soldiers who were supposed to guard the corridor fell to their posts. They still had the breath, but the spirit was already Being stripped of the world into a dream that is difficult to wake up, at the same time, this dream is also out of the illusion of illusion, it extends its tentacles to the real world, leaving itself in the real world formed by matter Distorted projection.

The mottled stone wall is covered with moss, and the moss is continuously peeling off, revealing the decaying wall below. The space-time logic inside the corridor seems to have lost its law at this moment. The scene in the dream is in the same scene as the real world. The positions are alternately staged, and the magic spar lights embedded in the walls are also flickering, and the sinister paintings of an ancient oil painting between the lamps are wonderful.

Bang!

A loud thunder broke through the sky. The underground corridor, which had a thick roof and was completely closed, was illuminated by the lightning. The dark ceiling did not know when there was a huge crack, and between the cracked stones, You can see the dark sky, and the rain falls down from the sky.

Gao Wen looked up and saw through the ceiling of the corridor that the entire upper half of the North Tower was floating in the sky, and the broken boulder and roof were suspended in the rainy night without gravity. Constantly swaying and smashing pieces of rubble between the collisions.

He ignored all of this and walked straight through the promenade filled with wind and rain. The false rain sprinkled on his body, sometimes letting him get drenched, and sometimes disappeared without seeing every observation, showing different results.

The heavy oak door finally appeared in front of him, just as it was seen in the dream. Gao Wen reached out, but before the finger touched the threshold, a shadow next to the door suddenly squirmed, and the figure of amber formed. : "Hey! Gao Wen, you can come!"

Gao Wen looked at Amber: "Have you found the lantern?"

"I touched here, here I can sense the obvious magic fluctuations, but no matter how hard I try, I can't open this door!" Amber's tone sounded particularly frustrating, apparently she was confident before, but as A thief couldn’t open an antique wooden door and it seriously hit her confidence.

"Can't open the door?" Gao Wen frowned. He looked back at the direction and found that the wonderful corridor was restored to stability at the moment. The broken walls and roof were re-closed, and there were no more places in the corridor. The wind and rain, the mottled moss and the falling bricks, the oak door at the end of the corridor is in a solid and complete state, although it is old, but closed and tight.

Gao Wen looked at Amber: "When you were here, did you see the rain in the corridor?"

The half-elves looked blank: "Rain? How could it rain in the corridor?"

"It seems that you are still in a dream," Gao Wen said in a clear heart. "The door to the dream is sealed. You can't open it anyway."

As he spoke, he looked at the oak door and then closed his eyes slightly, recalling the knowledge and power he had learned from the mental fragments of the eternal cultist: "Only in the real world, you open this door, you I will see the true look of this castle."

He opened his eyes again, and the wind blew in the corridor, rolling cold wind and rain. The dark stone roof was covered with a series of cracked gaps, the moss covered all the walls, and the oak door showed an old mottled, The appearance of disrepair.

With a slight push, the door opens.

Amber opened her eyes at the moment the oak door was pushed open: she finally saw the same thing as Gao Wen’s vision.

Miss Half Elf exclaimed: "This...how did the head break into this way?!"

Gao Wen shook his head: "Because it has not been repaired for thirty years."

Then he walked in front and walked with amber into the place where the entire illusion was maintained.

The cellar space behind the oak gates is still very well preserved. The upper towers block the rainstorm from the sky, and the noisy sounds of the surrounding area are gone, and the whole world seems to be quiet.

In the dimly lit space, the light of the lantern suddenly illuminates, and the warm and gentle radiance dispels the darkness. In the light range, a female figure wearing a white long skirt is emerging.