Chapter 817： To the upper narrator ...

News came from the lower communication zone, and the "pollution" in the containment area finally came to an end.

Some people died in the deep and tortuous corridors, some were temporarily driven away and held in stronger rooms, some were rescued, and some continued to stick to key intersections on the lower levels.

Archbishop Semler listened to the latest news, his brows were slightly stretched, but then he sighed heavily.

"The good news is that the chaos everywhere in the underground palace has subsided, all key channels have returned to our hands, and the situation of all missing persons has been ascertained. In theory, no polluters outside the sight will continue to operate in the underground palace. Come back, "Semler said to Magnum next to him." The bad news is that many people were injured, and the combatants also suffered from different levels of mental pollution. Although these shallow levels of mental pollution did not To the extent that he was brainwashed as a believer in the upper narrator, but he might not suddenly get worse. "

"Separate the contaminated from the uncontaminated, and the polluters rest in the rooms depicting the 'deep sea runes'. The effects of those runes have been tested and can be trusted," Magnum said with a touch of fatigue. Land said, "There is no longer any condition to contain each polluter separately and send them to care, only this way. Until dawn ... everything will be fine."

"Some of the restored psionic choir members can help soothe those who are mentally impaired," Wendy walked over, "I am almost recovered."

"Arch Wendy, other people can, you can take a rest," Yuri shook his head. "You bleed a lot of blood, and you broke out from the containment area all the way. Is your current state not suitable to comfort others? . "

Wendy smiled and shook her head: "There will be time to rest in the future, but if you don't do your best tonight ... there will be no 'future'."

Magnum looked at Archbishop Semler: "What's on the surface?"

"There was no accident on the surface. This is the only good news," Semler frowned. "Only two groups of dream control teams had polluters, but they were quickly disposed of, and the rest continued to The patrol blockade in the Orlando area will continue until the sunrise.

Yuri turned his head: "What about dream control in the palace?"

"What do you think of this situation ..." Semler looked around the tense hall with a helpless expression, "Will anyone else fall asleep tonight?"

But he nodded quickly, adding: "Rest assured, I have arranged monitoring and inspection personnel to ensure that every priest and knight in the underground palace will not fall into dreams. The upper narrator is ultimately a 'god' that relies on dreams. As long as the absolute control of the dream is achieved, even if it is not completely restrained, it will at least cause enough trouble for His coming ... "

"I only hope that our efforts will make a difference," Yuri said to himself, "hope that the extravagant wanderers and Archbishop Selena can resolve that 'God' as soon as possible ..."

"I hope they all go well ..." Magnum muttered, then took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, looking up at the high hall dome, calming his mind that he could never settle down.

In his sight, between the pillars hanging down from the dome of the hall, huge, transparent spider arthropods glided past, as if weaving something, and climbing on an invisible net.

Magnum's eyes widened for a moment

...

In the barren space shrouded in darkness, Gao Wen and Selina came to the torn apart wreckage of the upper narrator.

The wreckage is quickly dissipating, as if here is just an empty illusion, a waking dream.

However, after the **** of weaving dreams "death", the darkness next to Selena and Gao Wen remained, the strange state of Sandbox No. 1 remained, the power of the upper narrator ... still!

"The divine part of the upper narrator is probably continuing his plan," Gao Wen quickly said to Selena. "This is just another layer of battlefield weaved."

The lantern in Selina's hand emitted a brighter light than before. The light shone on the limbs of the spider gods that were constantly dissipating, and spread to the distant grasslands in the darkness. However, no matter where it extended, the darkness and chaos in the distance were Always maintain the same distance and state, without seeing any trace to the outside world!

"Can you break this 'curtain'?" She looked at Gao Wen, with a little rush in her voice, "just like you broke the curtain of Nim Santrow before."

Before Selina spoke, Gao Wen was already perceiving the boundaries of this dark space and the point of information intervention. He frowned, his tone was serious: "I have already tried it, but I'm afraid I can't keep up. Washing up the upper narrator weaving It takes a long time to prepare the curtain, and I prepared almost the whole day when Nim Santjo started ... "

Selina's hand holding the lantern tightened subconsciously, and then she suddenly frowned slightly: "Have you heard anything?"

"What voice?" Gao Wen froze, and then began to listen sideways.

In the dark and barren space, it seems that there is a faint, illusion-like sound—

Gao Wen listened carefully and discerned, the sound seemed to be a layered nightmare, as if the same voice uttered by countless people in their sleep, and it was only half a minute later that he finally heard that there were hundreds or thousands of human voices Whispering at the same time--

"To the upper narrator, to our omniscient Lord ..."

"It's a prayer," Gao Shen said, "a lot of prayers ... but I don't know where they come from ..."

"Pray?" Selina said in amazement. "The inhabitants of this world should have disappeared. Who is still praying to the upper narrator?"

...

"I saw it again!" Magnum's loud voice suddenly caught the attention of half the hall. "I saw transparent spider limbs flying over the ceiling!"

"Everyone protects their minds, and the nightmare mentors and bishops take care of the tech priests!" Archbishop Samler immediately called, and then looked up to the ceiling, but as before, he still saw nothing.

But no one dares to despise Magnum's warning, and no one can understand this weird situation.

"We can't see it," Yuri glanced quickly across the hall, suddenly turning towards Magnum. "Can you still see? Where is it?"

"I just crossed it in midair again. It was a nearly transparent limb. A very large spider was making a web here, an invisible web," Magnum looked up at the empty hall dome, his eyes rolling, As if chasing a prey invisible to everyone, "Damn ... I'm 100% sure it really exists!"

"It's the upper narrator. It's exerting influence on the real world. It's breaking through the 'box'," said Semler quickly. "We have loopholes here ... Magnum, what else can you feel?"

Magnum chased the trajectory of the transparent unreal spider, but apart from seeing the increasingly solid limbs, as a mortal, he couldn't possibly lock in a god's power, and his brows frowned tightly. , Can not help but clenched hands-but this situation is obviously not a mental storm can solve.

"Samler, are you sure that no one is dreaming here? No one prays to the upper narrator in the dream?" He turned his head suddenly, his short red hair almost raised, his eyes terrified seriously.

"I confirm that all corners have been checked, every clergyman, every knight, even every servant and follower, and every village and town on the surface," Saimler said quickly, "and ..."

"The Archbishop!" Semler was interrupted by a call from a control seat somewhere, and a technical priest suddenly awakened from the connection and exclaimed loudly, "The time iteration of Sandbox One was taken from the inside. Closed, the time flow in the sandbox is syncing with the real world! "

Semler's eyes widened: "What ?!"

"It's the upper narrator," Yuri responded quickly, "he wants to enter the real world ... so he must synchronize the time between the sandbox world and the real world-time iteration was once a 'tool' for him to grow quickly, but It has now become his hindrance, so he is shut down! "

"He is gaining authority ..." Wendy's face became paler at the same time. At the same time, she also felt that something in her spiritual world was breaking through and repressing, and becoming active again, "pollution Fighting back ... "

Yuri frowned and tried his best to find possible loopholes. Suddenly, his eyes stagnated.

He finally realized a key that might be overlooked by everyone.

"Bishop Semler, there may be a huge loophole in our dream control ..." The temperamental middle-aged man looked pale at Semler, "Have you checked the hashrate hall ..."

"You mean those ..." Semler finally responded, "No way, they have no dreams anymore, and someone is guarding that, and just confirmed it an hour ago ..."

"Bishop Semler," Wendy interrupted Semler, and the singer's face was embarrassed, saying, "Those ... are also human."

"Damn! Damn! We made such a low-level mistake!"

Magnum suddenly cursed loudly and ran to the heavy gate at the other end of the hall, followed by Yuri, Samler and Wendy after a short stagger.

They came to the special isolation door, and Semmler pulled the call rope from the door. The sound of a bell came across the door, but the guard's response did not appear.

The hearts of several archbishops sank instantly.

"Forcibly open the door," Magnum said immediately, placing his hand on a crystal device next to the gate. "Yuri, Samler, you go to activate the other three runes."

No one hesitated, three hands pressed on the rune crystal used for emergency unlocking, and as the magic was injected into it, the squeaking noise of the magic device came from the isolation door that was not allowed to open under normal circumstances, and then heavy The isolation gate finally retreated to both sides.

Several Spirit Knight guards and a bishop in charge of the gate were sitting quietly in the connecting room, looking as if they were asleep.

Probably the movement of the door opened to the communication room. A spirit knight's helmet suddenly fell to the ground, and in the exposed hollow of the armor, only the disgusting flesh was mixed with gray ashes.

With one glance, Magnum had identified the cause of their death: "The brain burned ..."

A few seconds later, they opened the second gate to the inner lobby.

Hundreds of platforms are neatly arranged in the dimly-lit interior hall. The edges of the platform are extended by nerve cords and survival pipes, which converge on the pillars of each node. On that platform, lying Each figure is in deep dormancy, responsible for providing computing power to the sandbox one.

Those brain servants who had started to dry lay there motionlessly. If they could not see any abnormality through the observation window in the outside hall, their lips were moving slightly, opening and closing in a small margin.

Hundreds of whispers murmured into a voice in the hall--

"To the upper narrator, to our omniscient Lord ..."

Semmler standing at the door felt cold.

He mumbled to himself: "They shouldn't have the ability to dream in theory ..."

Wendy shook her head: "No, they will dream ... the whole sandbox world is their dream ..."

Magnum walked into the "computing node hall" where the brain servants were in two steps, raised his hands high, and then suddenly dropped it again.

Can't use mental storms, or even kill any brain servant ... The upper narrator has taken shape, has found the coordinates of the real world, physical destruction can only delay his coming, and if the brain servants die, the sandbox disappears That **** is likely to break away from the shackles of this place immediately and come to any place in this world. By then, it will be the hope that all the comebacks will be truly lost.

Not to mention, the extravagant wanderers and Archbishop Selena are still "inside."

The wanderers outside the country may not die because of this, but that is the most terrible, that means people who survive ... not only face the upper narrator who is out of dilemma, but also face the anger of another god-like existence.

Everyone understood this and thought of it.

Magnum's eyes moved between those brain servants lying on the platform. Some of them have dried up, apparently lying here for many years, while others are just like ordinary people. They are obviously "new members" in a few years. The platform is empty, it is the "brain" brain servant has not had time to add, some platforms are mottled, as if it has been used for a long time ...

Magnum suddenly took a breath and slowly walked towards one of the empty platforms.

Wendy called from behind; "Arch Magnum, what are you doing?"

Magnum didn't look back, just shrugged: "Maybe it's our turn to lie down ..."

Yuri was startled, quickly stepped forward and stopped in front of Magnum: "You think about it! This is a deep neural parasitic, it is irreversible!"

Magnum glanced at Yuri in front of him, reached out and pushed away the other side, with a free smile on his face: "I looked directly at that 'God', Yuri, that was irreversible.

"The runes did not heal my spirit. I can still see the transparent limbs to this day. You and I understand that I can't look back."

He passed Yuri, who was speechless, left Wendy and Samler behind, came to an empty platform, and lay down slowly.

The automatically sensed nerve cords and biochemical tissues squirmed on their own immediately, moving along the edge of the platform and approaching Magnum.

Magnum looked around and suddenly laughed at himself: "Maybe we shouldn't have gone this way ..."

In the trembling sound of the nerve cord, Semler came to the platform, and he looked at Magnum, who was lying there intricately, but in the end, he didn't say anything to dissuade, but just calmly asked, "Are there any last words?"

"... No last words, but if I look back under the pope's crown, help me brag."

"it is good."

The nerve cord spread behind Magnum's brain, and the tingling flesh-blood fusion sounded in the dimness.

Yuri also came to the platform and looked at the long-time friend: "Did you tell me?"

Magnum looked at Yuri, grinned slowly, raised his right hand little by little, slowly and firmly compared to the middle finger.

"I think it's already quite ..."

Magnum's hand dropped slowly.

After a short delay, the nightmare of all the brain servants in the entire hall also ceased.