Chapter 451 Avalon

Lin En's consciousness was actually always swinging between sobriety and confusion.

It seemed that two forces were fighting in his consciousness, one wanted him to enter a dreamlike and wonderful feeling, while the other wanted him to keep his mind clear. In this tug-of-war, the young man in the middle state subtly entered a defenseless state similar to being drunk.

Where is this place?

Without asking who the other party was, or why I came here, Lin En, who kept the minimum clear will, followed the law of the dream and raised his own questions in the strange blur.

"There are many places here."

The blurred and overall green figure stopped recording.

Another weird thing happened.

Although he couldn't see the other party clearly, at the moment of formal contact, Lin En's consciousness naturally recognized this green and beautiful figure. The other party is a woman, an elf, and beautiful and dignified. These three basic concepts passed through Lin En's mind along with the fluctuation of spirituality, which made Lin En's spirituality change accordingly, and he responded to his identity, male, human, gentle and kind. This silent self-introduction is quite interesting.

"What?"

Lin En felt that he should be laughing. He felt that the other party's words were incredible.

What do you mean, here are many places. Shouldn't it be that many places point to here? At least in this way, it can be logically explained.

"I can sense your doubts. This is a corner of the ruins of the old empire, and it is also [Torch Mausoleum]. At the same time, it is the place where all the things in the surface world and the star world who are heading for death but unwilling to die stay. We hide here and have been waiting to welcome the arrival of one human after another."

The graceful elf waved her hand gracefully, and the next moment she took Lin En away from the huge stargazing machine in an instant and came to the end of this vast sky.

Standing here, you can clearly see the gray world under your feet.

It happened that the solar prominence stopped, and the silver atmosphere was no longer diffused. The whole silent earth was so frightening at a glance. Lin En realized at this time that they had been on the tree all along. Strictly speaking, it was like a transparent dewdrop hanging on a giant tree, or a glass bead that was biased towards the hemisphere.

A castle woven by trees?

Atali...

Lin En just remembered something, and the vague feeling that came over him made him confused again. He could only speak subconsciously with his chaotic thoughts.

"Am I dead?"

"It depends on how you define death. If you think that you are completely different from you at the last second, then you are indeed dead." The elf answered Lin En's question very considerately, but this considerateness revealed a procedural coldness. She was just answering this kind of thing.

Lin En felt that he should grin again. This elf is really interesting.

It's a pity that he couldn't see the other person clearly.

"You said this is [Ju Ling], I remember [Ju Ling] is a god... Is [Ju Ling] alive?" Lin En took great effort to organize this question, using only his instinctive thinking.

He must be stupid now, speaking slowly and thinking slowly like an idiot. He tried very hard to be faster, but this place was like a dream, he couldn't be faster at all, and he couldn't use any strength.

"It used to be." The elf replied calmly.

"Once?"

"'Where did the Torch come from? This is a question.' This sentence comes from the mouth of your human ascender. And my answer is, 'The sun falls, the gods sing, and the gold comes.' [Torch] was once alive, but since a god hatched from his existence, he has been silent. We use the silent him to maintain the balance of Avalon."

The elf whispered an unknown history to Lin En. She waved her hand, and the starry sky, which was originally completely dark, suddenly crawled with golden cracks, as if there was an extremely strong light source behind this dark dome curtain, emitting its own brilliance wantonly.

"I, I, I..."

Lin En's mind was stuck when receiving so much information.

He knew that the news was very explosive, but his mind just couldn't handle it. His sharp mind was severely weakened in this place. The only lucky thing was that the memory palace was still running.

He actually had a lot of questions to ask her. [Torch] was dead, and did it still have some kind of power? Which god was hatched from [Torch Mausoleum]? Does she also know [Eternal Pride]?

"It is extremely difficult for gods to die completely. Even if they are forgotten, gods still need to be looked up to. For you, they are still here, but I have to tell you some information so that you can remember them clearly."

The elf who did not say her name was still very calm.

There was no contempt, no impatience, only a strange calm rationality, as if standing here and talking was something that should be done, and there was no need to bring emotions.

"Why? Tell me this."

Lin En gave up using this bad state to deal with the complex information involving the secrets of the righteous gods. He was like a computer with a 3080 graphics card, which was suddenly switched to the integrated graphics, and it was difficult to operate. If it is difficult to think, just write it down first, this is definitely right.

"This is the program." The elf paced casually, she was like a bird and a butterfly.

"Please explain it more clearly."

"As the epics say, the sky is above, and before a legend begins, there are always extraordinary omens." The elf's words really come out in a song, and the song that flows from the valley is moving, proving that every elf is an artist who can sing and dance.

Only then did Lin En suddenly realize why he felt so obscure.

From the very beginning.

The elf in front of him did not speak the common language, nor the language used by extraordinary people such as [Murlan Language]. She used a very ancient language, which he had heard the language genius Atali mention. It was the language of the city-states living in the ancient Albion region more than a thousand years ago, and it can be traced back to before the Rhenium Age.

He could understand it because he was in a dream, and he was here, so he naturally understood it, just like running a software, and it would start.

Before Lin En digested the poem, the elf spoke again.

"The omen, the revelation has been given, we will meet again soon, and you should be able to adapt to Avalon next time. Human, thank you for your effort to talk to me." Although the elf said thank you, the elf's still calm tone did not make people feel a trace of gratitude.

The fuzzy dream world finally hit Lin En heavily.