bestfiction Chapter 390 Black Wave
Chapter 390 Black Wave
At this time, Alberto and Anastasia were walking in the depths of the ocean of consciousness.
After introducing themselves to each other, Anastasia sighed slightly and said with some emotion: "I thought the first person to enter this space would be Governor Capet's people."
Alberto nodded. After all, most of the remaining people in the tower went to Capet. The tower master felt that it was not surprising that Capet’s people would arrive at this place first.
"But I didn't expect that it would be you from Anjou who would come first, and you came in person."
Alberto felt a little embarrassed when he heard this. After all, he didn't want to come to this place.
"King of Anjou, do you know where this place is?"
Anastasia turned around and looked at Alberto who was looking around.
"God's Kingdom?"
Alberto answered while looking around.
The sky was covered with thick lead-gray clouds, the ground was covered with scorched earth and metal, battle flags and tombstones complemented each other, and occasionally Alberto could faintly hear the sound of war drums coming from his ears, which was in line with Alberto's stereotype of the kingdom of the god of war.
There are many images of the God of War's kingdom, including the arena type, the battlefield type, and the palace type. This is undoubtedly the worst one among them. The entire kingdom of God is almost a doomsday scene.
"That's true."
Anastasia continued, "You are now in a soul state, at the deepest part of the ocean of consciousness. This is also the so-called kingdom of God by the God of War."
As she spoke, Anastasia sighed, "When we first arrived, it wasn't that bad. At least the God of War was in normal condition, and the entire kingdom of God was more like an arena built in a palace. But as the erosion came, the kingdom of God was gradually distorted into this state."
Alberto nodded. Although he was a little surprised to hear that this was really the Kingdom of God, he had expected it. At the same time, Alberto asked, "Can I still go back?"
Anastasia looked Alberto up and down and asked, "Did you undergo that surgery from the Old Empire?"
Alberto nodded.
"That's not surprising. Your strong desire allowed you to connect to the depths of your sea of consciousness for a short period of time. The consciousnesses in the depths of your sea of consciousness responded to you, but also dragged you in here."
"If you had only peeked into the depths of the sea of consciousness, you might still have a chance. But you know what? You were directly connected to the sea of consciousness in the real world, and even accepted its help. You have established a deep connection with it. At that time, your soul had actually fallen into the depths of the sea of consciousness, and you can no longer go back."
It turned out to be the case.
Alberto let out a long sigh. Even if he were given another chance, he would still choose to protect his soldiers. After all, it was almost the only way at the time. But when he really heard the truth, Alberto's mood was still slightly affected.
Fortunately, Alberto had been prepared from the beginning. Looking at the kingdom of God that looked like an ancient battlefield, he asked, "So is everything resolved now?"
"solve?"
Vines suddenly sprouted from under Anastasia and Alberto's feet, lifting them up high.
"It just blocked Erosion's attempt to affect the real world. It can't be said to have solved the problem at all."
Standing on the tall vines, Alberto stared in a daze at the endless black waves in the distance, and then looked at the God of War beside him, whose full appearance was revealed due to the change in position. There were many other members of the high tower on the God of War, who were cleaning the black erosion on his body.
It turned out that he had been by the side of the God of War, but because the God of War's body was too huge, Alberto subconsciously ignored him.
Although the members of the tower have tried very hard, the erosion seems to have penetrated deep into the bone marrow. There is black silt among the white bones under the six arms of the God of War, and it keeps beating as if it has life. Alberto tried his best, but it seems that nothing has changed.
Seeing Alberto's expression, Anastasia comforted him, "King of Anjou, there is no need to despair. Your resistance is not meaningless. At least you have successfully prevented an attack of the erosion on the real world. If the erosion successfully affects reality, the consequences will be disastrous."
Alberto smiled bitterly and said, "But there is only one me in Anjou. Who will stand up again next time?"
"There will be."
Anastasia's tone didn't sound comforting, but rather contained some unusually firm belief.
"Someone will stand up."
Anastasia stressed again.
At this moment, Alberto seemed to remember something and asked, "By the way, you said that I was connected to the sea of consciousness and accepted its help, and I seemed to see... the ancestors of Anjou. Was that an illusion?"
Hearing this topic, Anastasia asked:
"King of Anjou, do you know the nature of the sea of consciousness?"
Anastasia did not continue to look at the God of War, but turned to look at the boundless Kingdom of God and said, "The essence of the Sea of Consciousness is the collection of human consciousness from ancient times to the present. There is even consciousness from the Golden Age. Throughout history, some geniuses have come into contact with the depths of the Sea of Consciousness. With just a glimpse, they can become geniuses ahead of their time."
"And it's not just about the past. The sea of consciousness also encompasses the present and even the future human consciousness. In addition to calculations, the tower's predictions about the future also rely on peeking into the future through the sea of consciousness."
Seeing Alberto about to speak, Anastasia said, "But there are too many futures. It is almost impossible to tell which is the most likely future. That is why we have to use calculations. And the future we get may not be a set future."
"In order to observe future changes, or the impact of human consciousness on the future, we occasionally reveal some information about the future to the people on earth."
At this point, Anastasia seemed to remember something funny, and continued, "Some futures are even achieved because greedy humans saw the future and in order to avoid it, they ended up achieving that future."
Perhaps realizing that she had strayed off topic, Anastasia continued:
"And the ancestors you saw should be real. Their bodies have perished, and their consciousness has returned to the depths of the sea of consciousness. At that time, when you were connected to the sea of consciousness, they heard your strong wishes, so they appeared in your consciousness."
Anastasia seemed to have not chatted with outsiders for a long time, so she was particularly talkative. But just when Alberto was about to continue asking if there was any way to return to the body or communicate with the real world, the tower personnel who were cleaning the pollution on the God of War suddenly shouted: "My lord, it's bad, the sixteenth impact is coming!"
"The sixteenth impact?"
Alberto looked at Anastasia who had a serious expression, but before Anastasia could answer, Alberto saw what the so-called sixteenth impact referred to.
The dark mud transformed into human form and attacked the God of War like an overwhelming force.
The powerful negative emotions made Alberto feel that his soul was being melted just by looking at it, but Alberto seemed to have adapted to this state and did not even feel any discomfort.
These waves of black silt seemed to bring a violent storm, and continuously surged towards the God of War with an attitude of destroying everything. The silt on the God of War's body that had not yet been cleaned up seemed to be inspired by something and began to wriggle wildly.
The members of the tower are also using their own methods to drive away the black silt, but compared with the huge amount of silt that is still pouring in, the efforts of the tower members seem to be a drop in the bucket.
But those members of the tower still threw themselves into the wave without hesitation.
"You've blocked fifteen attacks from these bug-like things before?"
Looking at the horrifying scene in front of him, Alberto suddenly had his favorite musket in his hand and held it nervously.
"No, it didn't block it last time, so the pollution affected the real world. I'm sorry."
Anastasia looked apologetic, but at this moment, Alberto looked at the desperate scene in front of him and found it hard to imagine how these members of the tower managed to hold on.
Even Alberto felt his scalp tingling just by looking at such a scene. Had the people in the tower already fought against such a "wave" fifteen times?
"That is to say, if we allow these guys to continue to erode the God of War, it will affect the real world again, right?"
Anastasia nodded.
"I see. Count me in, then."