Chapter 570: He chooses to move forward (2/3)
Chapter 570 He chooses to move forward (23)
When the song sounded, Ian noticed that the world around him began to churn violently.
A burst of fire-like fluctuations originating from the virtual world burned the surrounding time and space, engulfing him and the large woodlands in the surrounding world in an instant.
And a force full of abnormalities and distortions, as if from the far end of time and space, descended on this place, eroding and infiltrating the real world.
—In front of my eyes is the starting point of the collapse of the void.
Immediately, Ian understood this.
The central laboratory building in front of me, which is quite expansive and has a large number of underground areas, is the 'Abyss of Silence', the place where the fragments of the void fell.
And the voice I heard just now, in a sense, can be regarded as the voice of "all the souls in this virtual world".
Ian looked up.
The laboratory building, which was originally quite clear, has now been covered by a white 'fog of madness' and completely shrouded it.
As long as he continues to move forward, Ian will enter the 'gap' between the virtual world and reality, which is the 'subspace' like the 'Land of Exile' in the northwest of Yanjiang.
He chooses to move forward.
And in the middle of the road leading to the door of the laboratory, an old lady appeared.
【Son, don't go any further】
This aunt has a blunt wound on her head, and deep scars on her body from being buckled and scratched.
She is already a dead person, but her tone is still full of unconcealable kindness and enthusiasm, as well as deep concern: [Ahead is the land of the dead... You are still alive, so leave as soon as possible, you still have family and friends... Don't let the they are sad]
Ian nodded slightly, then shook his head. The boy passed her, making the old man sigh.
He chooses to move forward.
【Want to court death so much? Young man, you still don’t know what you are going to face]
A knight with a rolled blade and a collapsed head was standing on the side of the road. He was adjusting the angle of his helmet to cover his head that had been crushed by some kind of blunt instrument.
When he saw Ian, he shook his head and advised in a rude tone: [The dead souls and saviors are excluded, there are vicious scholars full of conspiracy, and terrifying guards who are extremely evil and take pleasure in torturing people... Run away, this place will fall into the very center of Hell, you don’t have to die with us]
Ian didn't answer, but took the other party's advice to heart.
He chooses to move forward.
【If you want to die, die】
A bowstring broke and lost an arm. The female elf with the mark of Huaiguang on the leather armor in front of her looked at the boy coldly.
She has a beautiful appearance and long flowing light blue hair. If she is still alive, she must be an ice beauty.
She said to Ian indifferently: 【But if you don’t want to die, just remember... dragons and goblins are the key. Apart from them, what is more important is to have faith]
Ian didn't respond to her words, but he knew very well that what the other party said was indeed true, and it was a sincere reminder.
He chooses to move forward.
【Be careful】
【How can there be more than one group of such stupid people? 】
【Good words are hard to persuade, **** it, such a young man, what a pity】
【It’s not too late to turn back】
Along the way, all kinds of phantoms appeared one after another, some of them were crazy monsters who attacked Ian as soon as they met, and some, like the first few people, would try to persuade themselves to leave while maintaining a little sanity , with phantoms of good will.
However, Ian did not stop.
When encountering an enemy, he swung his sword.
When he meets a good man, he listens.
but no matter…
He chose to move forward.
Ian has made up his mind to find out the truth behind all the deaths and anomalies in the disaster that happened in Avakland.
He will not stop, will not turn because of other people's opinions, he has always been like this, never intends to avoid anything, even if he hesitates occasionally, he is thinking about how to move forward better in the future.
Neither victim nor perpetrator, monster or human, can stop him.
Until finally, Ian came to the door of the laboratory building.
Here, it is the boundary between the 'subspace' and the 'real world'.
Behind the gate is the gap between virtual world and reality.
Before the gate, there is only a real world that partially overlaps with the virtual world.
Ian could see that in the world behind the gate, all the bright colors faded away, leaving only the scarlet blood and the pitch black of despair, in which groups of inexplicable burning fires of hatred and winds of lamentation swayed and swayed, revealing the truth between heaven and earth. A dull, hazy sheen.
It's like putting on a filter that will never fade away.
A breath of dead silence came from behind the gate, and on the ground in front of the gate, there was a layer of shimmering handwriting
【The Huaiguang Rescue Team has entered the disaster site. If you believe in us, you can look back if you come later】
【If we succeed, no one else needs to risk; if we sacrifice, no other victim is needed】
【Bright Sword/Redemption/Sand Boat...】
A row of signatures.
"How arrogant, Huaiguang. But he is indeed a good person."
Knowing that he was not alone, Ian narrowed his eyes. He let out a laugh and shook his head slightly: "It's not that I don't believe you, but I want to see what Grand Duke Thorin is going to do."
Saying so, Ian raised his hand, and he was about to push the door open.
However, before opening the door, the boy turned his head and looked behind him.
He looked at the phantoms that he could no longer see, whether they disappeared or left, and who had persuaded him to leave.
"Thank you." Ian said with a smile: "But I still choose to move forward."
After speaking, he was turning his head.
The subspace behind the gate reveals a deep darkness and silence, which is an atmosphere more terrifying than **** and violent monsters, and as long as Ian chooses to enter it, it will be extremely difficult to get out.
"Father, are we going in?"
Frost Butterfly shivered, the little goblin was not afraid, she simply felt something colder than her frost from the subspace behind the door.
That is the purest malice of human beings.
"Yes." Ian said softly, "Are you scared?"
"Don't be afraid! Although this place is a little dark, it feels a little comfortable..." Shuangdie opened her eyes wide and pulled herself together, and she was even more energetic—because the subspace is more suitable for elves to play: "But...why not call Shanghua What about Senior An and Senior Mo Feng?"
"Because what will happen next is a confidential matter that needs to be kept secret."
"Oh! It's a secret!" Shuangdie suddenly became happy.
Although Ian didn't know why Shuangdie was so excited after hearing the secret, but after the goblin made such a gag, he did feel relieved a lot and stopped thinking about it.
So, after a deep breath.
Ian stepped forward, he pushed open the door and entered it.
entered the subspace.
In an instant, the world turned upside down.
Different time and space overlap and merge here.
Ian sensed that the original space-time structure began to change, some expanded and some contracted, and the entire huge experimental park became a whole huge different world—huge skeletons and giants appeared in the front yard of the originally empty experimental park. The dead bodies of people, and the originally brand-new building was covered with scarlet palm prints and old cracks.
The pitch-black creeper covered most of the corridors and buildings. Its roots were wrapped around many corpses and bones, and thick blood flowed in the vines.
Here, there are no more colors, no more rays of the sun, no more sound.
There is only deep darkness, extreme silence, and the soul light bursting out of the human soul.
Here is the abyss of silence, the land of exile.
Wandering corpses and ghosts, crazy phantoms walking in the corridors of the room, appeared in front of Ian out of thin air.
Some of them are wearing simple experimental body clothing, some are wearing researcher robes, some are guards, and some are obviously nobles who came here to inspect...
But now, they're monsters.
And Ian's soul released a bright water-colored halo, the light blue light was quite bright, like a round of quiet and peaceful moonlight, or like the diffuse streamer of stars all over the sky, attracting their attention.
For a moment, all the red eyes turned around and locked firmly on the boy.
Immediately afterwards, these monsters roared, wailed, and could even be said to be... crying and rushed towards Ian.
—So this is hell.
Looking at these monsters, Ian lowered his eyes slightly.
The place looked extraordinary, but not so different from the wonders he had seen on Terra.
Indeed, there are terrifying phantoms and monsters here, but Ian doesn't think there is anything scary. They are not fundamentally different from Warcraft and humans. Monsters will die when they are killed, and they will also be injured, bleed and die—even if they are all dead souls who have died once.
Gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, the source quality in the body circulated, activating sublimation organs one after another.
Ian knew that the power had always been in him, and his belief had never wavered.
He has one more job to do. No more, no less, exactly one item.
"It's painful, isn't it?"
The bright young man pulled out the long sword at his waist in pity, and he stepped forward to meet the crying souls rushing towards him.
Standing up the steel pattern sword, Ian said softly: "Don't worry."
"The time of liberation has come."
(end of this chapter)
