usatvline Chapter 390 Black Wave
Chapter 390 Black Wave
At this moment, Alberto and Anastasia were walking in the depths of the ocean of consciousness.
After introducing themselves, Anastasia sighed slightly and said with some emotion, "I thought that Governor Capet's people would be the first to enter this space."
Alberto nodded. After all, most of the remaining people in the tower had gone to Capet, so it wouldn't be surprising if the people from Capet arrived here first.
“But I didn’t expect that it would be someone from Anru who came first, and that you would come in person.”
Hearing this, Alberto felt a little embarrassed, after all, he didn't want to come to this place.
"King of Anjou, do you know where this place is?"
Anastasia turned around and looked at Alberto, who was looking around.
"God's Kingdom?"
Alberto answered while looking around.
The sky was covered by thick, leaden-gray clouds, and the ground was covered with scorched earth and metal. Battle flags and tombstones were interspersed, and occasionally Alberto could faintly hear the sound of war drums coming from his ears, which perfectly matched Alberto's stereotypical image of the kingdom of the god of war.
There are many depictions of the God of War's kingdom, including gladiatorial arenas, battlefields, and palaces. This one is undoubtedly the worst of them all, with the entire kingdom resembling a scene of utter devastation.
"That's true."
Anastasia continued, "You are currently in a soul state, located in the deepest part of the ocean of consciousness, which is also what the God of War called the divine kingdom."
As she spoke, Anastasia added with a sigh, "When we first arrived, it wasn't so bad. At least the God of War was in good condition, and the entire divine kingdom was more like an arena built inside a palace. But as the erosion came, the divine kingdom was gradually distorted into this state."
Alberto nodded, slightly surprised to hear that this was indeed the Kingdom of Gods, but he had actually expected it. Then, Alberto asked, "Can I go back?"
Anastasia looked Alberto up and down and asked, "Did you have that surgery from the old empire?"
Alberto nodded.
"That's not surprising. Your strong desire briefly connected you with the depths of your consciousness, and those consciousnesses there responded to you, but also dragged you here."
"If you had only glimpsed the depths of your consciousness, you might still have had a chance. But do you know what? You directly connected with your consciousness in the real world, and even received its help, establishing a deep connection with it. At that moment, your soul had already fallen into the depths of your consciousness, and you can no longer go back."
It turned out to be the case.
Alberto sighed deeply. Although he would still choose to protect his soldiers if given the choice again, since it was almost the only option at the time, Alberto's mood was still slightly affected when he heard the truth.
Fortunately, Alberto had been prepared from the start. Looking at the divine kingdom that resembled an ancient battlefield, he asked, "So, is everything resolved now?"
"solve?"
Suddenly, vines rose up from beneath Anastasia and Alberto's feet, lifting them high into the air.
"It merely blocked one attempt by the erosion to influence the real world; it doesn't solve the problem at all."
Standing atop the tall vines, Alberto stared blankly at the boundless black waves in the distance, then looked at the God of War beside him, whose full form was now revealed due to the change in position. Many other members of the tower were also on the God of War, cleaning the black corrosion from his body.
It turned out that he had been right next to the God of War all along, but because the God of War's body was so huge, Alberto subconsciously ignored it.
Although the members of the tower had tried their best, the erosion seemed to have penetrated deep into their bones. Under the six arms of the God of War, black sludge throbbed as if it were alive within the white bones. Alberto tried his best, but it seemed that nothing could be changed.
Seeing Alberto's expression, Anastasia comforted him, "King of Anjou, there is no need to despair too much. Your resistance was not in vain. At least you successfully prevented an invasion of the real world. If the invasion had succeeded in affecting reality, the consequences would have been unimaginable."
Alberto smiled wryly, "But there's only one me in Anjou. Who will step up again next time?"
"There will be."
Anastasia's tone wasn't one of comfort, but rather carried an unusually firm conviction.
"Someone will step forward."
Anastasia reiterated this point.
At this moment, Alberto seemed to remember something and asked, "By the way, you said that I connected with the sea of consciousness and received its help, and I seemed to see... I saw Anjou's ancestors. Was that just my hallucination?"
Upon hearing this topic, Anastasia asked:
"King of Anjou, do you know the nature of the Sea of Consciousness?"
Anastasia did not continue looking at the God of War, but turned to look at the boundless divine kingdom, and said, "The essence of the Sea of Consciousness is the collection of human consciousness from ancient times to the present. There is even the consciousness of the Golden Age here. In history, some geniuses have come into contact with the depths of the Sea of Consciousness. They only had a slight glimpse and they became geniuses who were ahead of their time."
"Moreover, it's not just the past; the sea of consciousness also encompasses the present and even the future human consciousness. In addition to calculations, part of the tower's predictions about the future come from peering into the sea of consciousness."
Seeing Alberto about to speak, Anastasia said, "But there are just too many futures. Let alone distinguishing which one is the most likely future, it is almost impossible to look at all the futures. That's why we need to use calculations together, and the future we get is not necessarily the predetermined future."
"In order to observe future changes, or to see how human consciousness affects the future, we occasionally reveal some information about the future to people in the world."
At this point, Anastasia seemed to recall something amusing, and continued, "There are even some futures that were achieved by greedy humans who saw the future and, in order to avoid it, ended up achieving it instead."
Perhaps realizing she had gone off-topic, Anastasia continued:
"And the ancestors you saw should be real. Their physical bodies have perished, and their consciousness has returned to the depths of the sea of consciousness. At that time, when you connected with the sea of consciousness, they heard your strong desire, which is why they appeared in your consciousness."
Anastasia seemed unusually talkative, as she hadn't chatted with outsiders in a long time. But just as Alberto was about to ask if there was any way to return to her body or communicate with the real world, the tower staff cleaning the God of War's body of corruption suddenly shouted, "Sir, something terrible has happened! The Sixteenth Impact is coming!"
"The sixteenth assault?"
Alberto looked at Anastasia, who had a serious expression, but before Anastasia could answer, Alberto saw what the so-called Sixteenth Impact was.
The pitch-black silt transformed into human figures, sweeping towards the God of War like an overwhelming tidal wave.
The overwhelming negative emotions made Alberto feel as if his soul was being melted just by looking at it, but Alberto seemed to have already adapted to this state and did not even feel any discomfort.
These surging waves of black silt, like a violent storm, rushed towards the God of War with a destructive force. The silt that had not yet been cleaned off the God of War seemed to be summoned by something and began to writhe wildly.
The tower members were all trying to drive away the black sludge using their own methods, but compared to the enormous amount of sludge that was still pouring in, their efforts seemed like a drop in the ocean.
But those Tower members still threw themselves into the wave without hesitation.
"You've already blocked fifteen attacks from these insect-like things?"
Seeing the horrifying scene before him, Alberto suddenly produced his favorite musket and gripped it tightly.
"No, it wasn't blocked last time, so this pollution is affecting the real world. I'm sorry."
Anastasia looked apologetic, but Alberto, looking at the despairing scene before him, found it hard to imagine how the members of these towers had managed to persevere.
Even Alberto felt his scalp tingle at just one glance at such a sight, and had the people in the tower already fought against such "waves" fifteen times?
"So, if these guys are allowed to continue corrupting the God of War, it will affect the real world again, right?"
Anastasia nodded.
"I understand, then count me in."