Inside Tifeng, the Hibernation Headquarters is hidden deep in the palace.

Archbishop Yuri, dressed in a white robe and with a temperamental temperament, took a long line of clergymen through the deep and long corridor.

The magic lamp in the hallway sprinkled a bright light, but it seemed that he could not dispel the haze gathered on the archbishop's face. His face was gloomy, his eyes were extremely serious, and the sound of the leather boots stepping on the ancient drum beat like a tight drum. In the corridor, echoed in the hearts of every accompanying priest around.

In the slight friction of the mechanical device, the magic door leading to the deep prayer hall opened to both sides, and Yuri Charvin entered a semi-moon-shaped hall with various mysterious ancient runes on the walls, and his eyes quickly swept away. The audience.

Dozens of priests wearing white robes or long dresses were scattered on the cushions around the hall. They were all young priests, but their bodies were full of strong and magical magic that was very obvious and vaguely out of control. Everyone's expression was a bit sloppy, and they seemed to be suffering from different levels of mental damage, and beside them, there were people taking care of them.

A sleepless priest waiting in the hall noticed Yuri's appearance and immediately greeted him: "The Archbishop ..."

Yuri waved his hand to interrupt the other's greetings and said quickly, "How is the psionic choir?"

The priest of the Sleeper who met us glanced back at the scene in the hall with a worry in his voice: "All members of the psionic choir have been disconnected from the Internet and returned to the real world. They are all here. The good news is that no one was injured or bad Yes ... they were mentally polluted while covering the advance of the advance troops. "

Archbishop Yuri's brow frowned momentarily: "Spiritual pollution? All members?"

The members of the psionic choir are all powerful masters of the mind. They are particularly good at combating pollution from the mental level and sheltering their partners in various dream worlds. However, now ... the entire psionic choir came together and encountered all of them. Mental pollution?

Yuri and the accompanying priests were reluctant to believe this, but the fact made them have to accept the status quo-

"Everyone is polluted, no one is spared," said the priest who was in charge of the management of the deep prayer hall in a low tone. "Including the high-level peak" Song of the Spirit "Wendy."

Yuri Charvin couldn't help but take a breath. After two full seconds, he slowly exhaled a spit of breath, and Shen Shen asked: "How deep is the pollution ... No, you can tell the truth. How many followers of the upper narrator are there? "

The clergyman in the management hall shook his head deeply, while at the same time, Yuri's eyes had passed over him, looking at the members of the "psionic choir" who were taking care of him in the rear hall.

Among the many "singers", a delicately-looking young lady wearing a beautiful and gorgeous gold-textured white gauze dress noticed his gaze. She raised her head to reveal a gentle and serene smile, then raised her right hand and turned it horizontally. In front of me, my palms are down, as if covered with an invisible earth, with a magnetic voice, as if straight into the heart: "Sir, please allow me to take a moment to introduce you to our all-knowing Almighty Lord, the world Redemption of sentient beings, upper narrative ... "

Before the words of this beautiful lady were finished, the nearby sleepless priests, who were responsible for the care and monitoring, had swarmed up. Some people held her shoulders, some opened her mouth, and some people poured some medicine into her quickly. In his mouth, a strong clergyman held up a gold spike and shouted without hesitation towards the woman's neck, "Sorry, Lord Wendy!"

Yuri could not help closing his eyes-for him, this scene was even as terrible as the "spirit song" Wendy suddenly spreading the beliefs of the upper narrator.

In this short riot, several psionic choir members seemed to be affected by Wendy, and suddenly and passionately spread the doctrine of the upper narrator to fellow people around them, and immediately attracted the people around them. Emergency treatment, or forcibly interrupted the language ability by magic spikes, or was poured on the ground to potion, or was directly hypnotized by powerful spells to fall asleep.

The chaos did not spread due to timely disposal.

At this moment, a female voice suddenly entered Yuri: "It seems that the forbidden runes in the deep prayer hall can not suppress their spiritual pollution, and continuing to stay with these polluted compatriots can only make the situation further. deterioration."

Yuri opened her eyes and saw that Selena Girfen had "come" to the hall when she didn't know when she was standing next to her. The lantern in her hand gave out an unpredictable light, letting Yurillo Some impetuousness calmed down quickly.

The surrounding priests already knew about Selina's true state, or felt Selena's "sudden appearance" as a matter of course. There was nothing unusual at this moment, but she saluted neatly and neatly: "Prince Selena."

Selena nodded briefly, turning her gaze to the psionic choir members in the hall, and sighed softly.

"Implement the highest level of 'containment', and transfer all mentally contaminated personnel to separate compartments in the deep part of the palace. They are forbidden from contacting and talking with any unrelated personnel while maintaining their comfortable environment and good mental condition.

"Persons in charge of care are rotated every six hours to prevent long-term contact from causing pollution. In any case, caregivers must ensure that three people are in one group, one is in direct contact, one is by the side, and one is outside the compartment. It is strictly forbidden to stand alone Contact-If a single contact occurs, no matter how long it has been in contact, whether or not the parties have talked, the contact will be subject to the same level of containment.

"From now on, dream control is implemented in the underground palace, and unauthorized roaming of dreams is prohibited. Except for the containment target, anyone is prohibited from falling asleep in the deep area-if you accidentally fall asleep, regardless of whether you fall asleep, you must implement the same level of Contain.

"The above is an order under the pope's crown."

Selina dispatched the instructions from Mergol III one by one. The severity of the measures made Yuri's face change a little, but he did not question the orders in the end.

He is very clear that this is an extraordinary period and any severe containment and control measures are necessary because ...

The influence of the upper narrator is gradually breaking through the sandbox No. 1, and he has already begun to try to break the wall and enter the real world.

The dormants in the hall began to execute orders from Pope Mergol III, and the members of the psionic choir who were in a trance state and had been polluted by the upper narrators were accepting the arrangement, and driven by the remaining reason, they Cooperated to the greatest extent with the "containment" he was about to face.

Selina turned her eyes to Yuri: "Now it's clear what's attacking the advance forces?"

Yuri sighed and shook his head: "I just returned from the rest area of ​​the Spirit Knight—because of the psionic choir cover, they fortunately did not encounter pollution, but their cognition and memory were severely misaligned, and a few could barely Those who recall the situation described a very weird scene: they said they were attacked by their shadow. "

"My shadow ... sounds like a backwash of mind ..." Selina groaned. "Apart from that? Are there any other details?"

Yuri thought about it, and nodded: "There is a detail that I don't know if it can be used for reference-the advance troops were attacked after the night of the sandbox fell."

Night ... The "night" in the sandbox No. 1 seems to have a special mystical significance. Before, the phantom town was shrouded in abnormal night scenes. Now the sandbox No. 1 seems to have a similar weirdness.

The hall was quiet for a while, and Selina stood silently, looking down and silent, as if she was lost in thought, and seemed to be making a difficult decision.

A minute later, she looked up and stared at Archbishop Yuri's eyes: "Hold an emergency meeting and call all the archbishops who can move, we ... I'm afraid we have to make some difficult choices."

Yuri looked into Selena's eyes.

As the oldest archbishop in the Church of the Sleepers, and as a “surviving” saint who has survived seven hundred years ago, she has the same qualifications as Meghal III to convene the Supreme Council of Bishops, but in the past few hundred years, she These are rarely done, and the only few times are all moments that can influence the fate of the Order.

After a moment, Yuri nodded: "I see. I'll arrange it."

...

In the city of Cecil, Gavin stands on the terrace in the dusk, overlooking the dark mountains in the distance, but suddenly, a familiar wave of consciousness surges in the depths of the mind, interrupting his rare leisure time of the day .

A major accident in the exploration operation of Sandbox One? Ambassadors of the Everlasting hold emergency meeting?

Gao Wen stood quietly, listening to the report from Daniel deep in his heart. After a moment, he exhaled slowly, turned away from the terrace and returned to his room.

Maid Betty dabbled in front of him.

"Betty, inform the other attendants that you will no longer receive visitors tonight," Gavin instructed the little maid in front of her. "Herty and Rebecca also told them when they returned that I might not leave the room tonight."

After Betty left, Govin turned to the air next to him: "Keep the door."

An amber voice came from the air: "Hey, understand!"

After everything was properly arranged, Gao Wen didn't waste time. He stepped onto a soft collapse in the room, adjusted his comfortable posture, and quickly entered a deep "dream".

In the change of light and shadow, he has crossed the invisible psychological barrier and reached the city of dreams deep in the spiritual network.

The glorious and magnificent dream city is extremely deserted.

Gao Wen noticed the unusual surrounding atmosphere for the first time. He stood on the edge of a square and looked at the streets not far away, but saw that only the sparse clergymen were patrolling the streets where he was coming and going. There was no human figure on the square that used to be the assembly place, and only the guards could be seen near the spiritual crystal that usually needed to line up. No "visitors" were visible.

A familiar atmosphere emerged beside him, and Daniel's figure appeared beside Gao Wen.

As soon as he appeared, the old mage bowed and saluted: "Salute to you, my lord."

Gao Wen looked at each other: "Daniel, what about the people here?"

"The Mind Network has implemented an emergency security strategy, and all middle and low-level users have switched to the basic connection mode. They only have limited access to the network, provide the necessary computing power, and no longer directly immerse consciousness in the dream city," Daniel bowed his head "This is to prevent the spread of pollution from upper narrators and prevent them from entering the real world."

He then paused, explaining: "The advance troops encountered a serious crisis in the exploration of Sandbox One, and even an archbishop was mentally polluted and became a believer in the upper narrator in the real world. Now the Order Up and down have entered the most urgent state. "

"... It looks like the situation has worsened," Gao Wen shook his head. "When will the meeting be held?"

"Five minutes later," Daniel nodded and replied, "Your order has reset the virtual port of the Central Temple and arranged a 'seat' for you."

Having said that, Daniel paused for a moment and couldn't help confirming it again: "Master, do you really want to 'listen'?"

Gao Wen looked at Daniel: "First of all, it depends on whether the‘ seats ’you set up are concealed enough to shield the eyes of Mergol III.”

"Don't worry about this-as the situation becomes more tense and I have proven myself several times, I have taken control of all the security permissions of the Mind Network, and I am also responsible for the underlying rewriting of the central temple. You can get an absolute security 'Audience'. "

"Then don't worry about it," Gao Wen nodded. "Of course, I'm going to watch this situation."

This time, the "Extreme Wanderers" will be present at the Supreme Bishops' Conference of the Perpetual Order.

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