Starry sky, red moon, giant painting...... Just like Pasha described beforehand. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Either way, it feels grand, and only when you are in it can you really feel its vastness, and it is no wonder that they call this place the realm of the gods.

Is this teleportation, or is it a sea of consciousness?

Roland crouched down and gently stroked the floor—it looked like it was polished of stone, but the surface was as smooth as a mirror, and the cold, hard touch came from his fingertips, as if what he was seeing was not a fictional fantasy, but a real thing.

However, after experiencing the realistic and exaggerated dream world, such scenes can no longer frighten him.

Roland looked up at the dome - the huge red moon was like a round cake over the huge painting, and if you looked at it, you could see the surging lines on its surface, if I had to describe it, it was the sea. It's not as dazzling as the sun, it's obviously red all over, but I always feel like it's not shining. The red ripples are like waves, and they are like whirlpools, densely covering the entire field of vision.

The only problem is that the circle is a little too round.

It simply doesn't look like a sphere, but a large circle of tiling.

Maybe the red moon is too close to you?

Roland looked at it carefully for a while, but he couldn't connect it to the red flying star that astrologers had observed—neither like a planet nor a star, and if the war of divine will really started because of it, how could it come to earth?

An idea popped into his head.

If the Chief Astrologer, the Diffuse Scholar, were to be inspired by the relics of the gods, would he be able to confirm that this thing was indeed the Red Moon from the faintly twinkling stars in the dome?

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that it is more likely that this poor old man was directly paralyzed by fright.

Roland shrugged, stood up, and looked around at the four giant paintings surrounding the red moon.

The throne, the sea, the shady, and himself.

Except for the scene in the underground hall of the Third Frontier City, these records have all been consulted in the library of the Privy Temple, and there is nothing special about it, the relic is probably like a recorder, which can feed back the scene near it in real time. According to Pasha, the giant painting that was completely blacked out belonged to the obsolete underground civilization.

Roland greeted himself and Wendy in the painting, but the latter two did not respond, apparently not hearing his shouts.

What about the impact of good on reality?

He approached the scroll of the throne and reached out and touched the scroll itself—it felt like a piece of silky and smooth cloth, the texture was very fine, and the image on it was only an image, and he could not step beyond the border into the world of the painting.

Roland didn't make any new discoveries after turning around, and was about to head towards the periphery of the hall to find out if this place was really boundless, when there was a sudden sound of sound from the picture scroll behind him.

In this silent environment, the sound is extraordinarily clear, like the friction between steel, and the echo of a hard object hitting the ground.

In an instant, he felt the cold hairs all over his body stand up!

Hell, no one ever mentioned that these giant paintings could make sounds!

He stopped, jerking his head back.

I saw that there was a pitch-black armored warrior in the picture showing the throne, sitting upright on the throne, a pair of scarlet eyes sweeping towards him condescendingly.

Another painting has also moved.

A large number of bubbles swelled upwards with a muffled thumping sound, and then a huge eyeball protruded from the dark bottom of the sea, approaching the edge of the picture little by little, as if it wanted to peek out of the frame. The pupils of the three triangles stared at him together, and it was really uncomfortable at first glance.

Did you make an appointment?

Roland couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't hide and pretend to be a ghost, he was not afraid of these two monsters that had no horror in appearance.

Isn't it the guardian of the relics of high-level demons and unknown civilizations?

He raised his head and walked to the center of the four giant paintings, and made eye contact with the two alien creatures.

"Good afternoon, you're also here to participate in the Battle of the Divine Will?"

"You have to fight this war to the death? Can't you sit down and talk?"

"Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Even if you don't understand, you squeak!"

"Hey, isn't this a game of concentration, whoever closes his eyes first loses?"

Roland tried to communicate with them, but received no response.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he seems to feel that the rise and fall of the devil's chest is getting faster and faster, and the huge eyeballs are gradually trembling.

Is this a sequelae of staring? Can they only look at themselves like this, and then sour their eyes first? What kind of danger is this, even if one person comes to visit this place.

He rolled his eyes, and was about to stop this boring confrontation when a black tentacle suddenly appeared in the scroll!

They pounced like snakes at the devil and the eyeballs, and bound them together.

This is...... What the hell?, Roland couldn't help but be stunned.

The devil finally moved, and it clung to the throne and let out a series of strange screams! Flames and transparent blades flickered around it, tangled with tentacles. But the number of tentacles is staggering, and the seemingly soft little hand at the end can easily break the weapon summoned by the opponent.

As if the devil was fighting an invisible enemy, his cries grew so intense that even Roland felt the tension in his tone. As a bolt of lightning burst out of the armor, the tentacle finally took a step back, loosening its grip. Taking advantage of this opportunity, it staggered to its feet, ran out of the range of the giant painting without looking back, and in a panic broke a section of the armrest of the throne.

And the Giant-Eyed is not much better, a few tentacles have already penetrated into the eyeballs, and just looking at it makes people feel painful. A light blue liquid trickled out of the penetrating area, like tears streaming down my face. Instead of screaming like a devil, it continued to shoot a blinding light from its three pupils, blocking out most of its tentacles.

Suddenly, all of the eyes of the Giant Eyes opened at the same time, and a looming ripple rushed towards the giant painting. Roland felt himself swept away by a fishy smell, and he took a few steps back, and the tentacles let go of their grip on the eyeball, which quickly slid in the direction they had come, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye. At the same time, the blue water overhead was rapidly darkening, and it seemed that the perspective was sinking, and after a while, there was no light at all.

"Uh...... That's the end of it?"

Roland looked inexplicably at the scroll of the throne that was full of disarray, and then at the picture scroll of the sea that had become pitch black, and he didn't come back to his senses for a while.