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Text Chapter 331: Jesser City and the King City of the People of the Demon Abyss

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    There is no up, down, left, or right. When you travel through this space, you feel as if you are constantly rotating.

    Out of control, emptiness, fear, and loneliness surround myself.

    Oran felt as if he was being swallowed by the darkness, and he was melting a little bit, dizzy.

    He wanted to leave here, but he couldn't find the direction. Obviously there was nothing stopping him, but he couldn't take a step forward.

    Because no matter where it goes, it seems to be constantly rotating.

    Even if I try my best to keep rushing forward, I feel like I am standing still, without any sense of progress or response.

    "This is the dream world!"

    "I got lost in the dream world."

    The collision of the evil god of original sin and the god of alchemy directly tore apart the temporary dark land, and unfortunately Oran was directly thrown into the dream world.

    It's not the first time for Oran to enter here, he traveled with San Rafael in the dream before.

    Only.

    In the eyes of the fairies in the forest, the dream world is like a city full of coordinates and alleys; they can run in this city and shuttle in the alleys as much as they want.

    Occasionally breaking through the alleys and city gates, you can see the people coming and going at the intersection and the beautiful wilderness hillside.

    All kinds of prosperous scenes in the world.

    Very interesting, like a fun exploration and adventure.

    But when it was really Olan's turn, he realized how terrifying the dream world was, and there was nothing here.

    There is no direction, no coordinates, and no way out.

    Once you get lost in it, you can only wait for death.

    Oran moved in the dream world hesitantly and confusedly, he didn't even know if he was moving.

    suddenly.

    He saw a bright light in the distance, and he rushed over excitedly.

    In this boundless darkness, any light can make people feel that it is the place of hope.

    However, when he caught the ray of light, he could only show a wry smile.

    What he was holding was a rock, and Oran felt very familiar with it.

    "It turned out to be Elena's heart."

    This is his old friend, but at this time it is completely useless.

    This stone has been with him for decades, but it cannot free him from the prison of the dream world.

    Oran was a little frustrated.

    "I'm dying?"

    "I didn't expect it to be this kind of death."

    Oran obviously didn't fight against the gods, let alone went to the theater, but turned around and ran away; he didn't die in the aftermath of the fight between the gods, so he seemed to be lucky.

    But the waves of the aftermath of the fight between the gods pushed him into the sea and drowned him alive.

    This ending made Oran feel powerless all over.

    But at this moment, his wood-turned heart suddenly radiated light.

    Oran immediately looked down, with doubts in his eyes.

    "Why did it suddenly light up?"

    Oran raised his head again, and he suddenly saw another light spot appearing in the vast dream world.

    That spot of light seemed to be attracting him, calling him.

    "Could it be that something is shining again?"

    Oran lifted his divine contract lamp, and the lamp spirit hovered below him, leading him to fly into the distance.

    Getting closer.

    He saw that spot of light expanding continuously, slowly turning into a door leading to beyond the dream world.

    Outside the door.

    It is a storage wonderland.

    Oran became excited, of course he knew who opened the door for him.

    "It's San Rafael."

    Saint Raphael, the forest nymph, opened a passage for Oran to welcome him back from the dream world.

    Oran showed a smile on his face, and then accelerated towards the front.

    Gradually.

    He saw the shadow of San Rafael.

    San Rafael is standing on the white storage tower at the moment, and she can see storage grids flying up from time to time behind her, then moving and sinking.

    She was waving at Oran, leaning on the wall at the top of the tower, tiptoeing.

    Occasionally she jumped up, opening her mouth as if shouting something.

    It's just that Oran is too far away to hear clearly.

    ?nbsp;I've been looking for him for an unknown amount of time, but each time I return with disappointment.

    And when the last lamp spirit flew back, his expression suddenly changed.

    "over there."

    Oran turned into a gust of wind, and the lamp spirit rolled him up and moved away.

    The tornado floated in the air, and Oran sat in the tornado.

    Looking down from a height.

    A huge vortex was spinning in the desert, and he gradually saw a huge city slowly rising from the vortex under the sand sea in the distance.

    The sun's light falls from the clouds.

    The sand is scorched hot.

    The wind and sand in the distance roared, sweeping across the desert.

    The dust seems to have covered the city with a layer of tulle, making it so mysterious.

    But at this moment, Oran's eyes were completely attracted by the city, and he even held his breath.

    It seems that I am afraid that I will catch my breath.

    The city he had been pursuing for a long time disappeared without a trace.

    The city is ancient, barbaric, and heavy.

    It is completely made of huge stones, which is very different from the style of the lost country, but the feeling of being carved by a giant god is generally the same.

    Oran was very excited when he saw the city floating under the sea of ??sand.

    "That's right."

    "that's it!"

    "This is the hometown in Elena's heart, the ancient city of her dreams."

    Oran has seen this city many times from the screen projection of Elena's Heart.

    only.

    It used to be under the sea.

    Oran breathed a long sigh of relief: "I finally found it."

    "Master Elena, I have finally repaid the kindness you have given me."

    All Oran knew was that the city was old, unimaginably old.

    He didn't know what the city was called, let alone its past history.

    That is.

    The oldest city besides the god-given city-Jeser City.

    It is also the royal city of the people of the Demon Abyss.
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