As he struggled to wake up from his coma, Carloni heard someone beside him repeating the above sentence.
I wanted to raise my hand to touch my face, but I felt my arm was restrained by something and it was difficult to move.
And in the process of turning his fingers, he seemed to pinch something soft, causing the voice to scream: "Ah... Count, you finally woke up!?"
"Milanka?" Kaloni squinted, trying to make out the outline in the dark.
But he really couldn't do it, it was too dark here. He could only roughly guess that he and Milanka were swallowed into the house and should be inside the monster now.
That means they are in a sealed space now... Then who was she talking to just now?
"Your Majesty, what on earth did you just do..."
"Oh, Count, please don't speak." He felt a soft little hand pressing on his lips, "You should be able to guess that our current situation is not good... The oxygen content here is not much, which will squeeze our escape space."
"But you were talking all the time." Kaloni was completely awake. He stared at the outline of the queen in the dark. "Unless you explain clearly, I would rather die here with you."
"Sigh..." A soft sigh came from the front.
"Sometimes, there are downsides to falling for a man who is too outstanding... My Lord, if you could be a little more insensitive, you would be perfect."
Kaloni kept a straight face and said nothing.
"Okay." He felt the woman's face move closer and press a gentle kiss to his cheek, "It's already this time, so it doesn't matter if you tell me... I'm actually loyal to King Charuni."
"The King of Sara of the previous generation?" Kaloni was shocked. "Are you Sara's man? A double agent?"
"Don't say such harsh words!" The woman snorted, "What spy or no spy... It's as if the Third Bureau you control hasn't sent anyone to Sara."
"This... I am not the master of the third round." Carloni was a little embarrassed. "The third round is composed of His Majesty's confidants. I just happen to have a good relationship with some of them..."
"Come on." Milanka interrupted him, "It's already this time, are you sure you still want to say polite words?"
"..." Kaloni was silent for a while, then asked her: "When did it start?"
"It started a long time ago, as far back as I can remember." The woman replied in the darkness, "I guess they swapped out the children of the Frost Sky Dragon with the missing ones, and then brought them to Sara for training. I should be one of them."
"What benefit did Sarah give you to make you willingly betray the Dragon Guard Alliance?"
"Remember the plan we discussed not long ago about Sarah supporting Hitzfeld to become the queen?" Milanka said faintly, "Your sense of smell is indeed sharp, but you are almost twenty years behind him."
"'he'?"
"King Charuni."
Carloni is a bit withdrawn.
He had a feeling that his intelligence and ability were being crushed, but he couldn't refute it.
Because the woman who is close to him now, Milanka, is proof of this - King Charuni had already laid out this plan nearly 20 years ago and successfully implemented it on Milanka. But he only thought of this possibility not long ago, and discussed with Milanka whether the people sent by Sara could see through this conspiracy.
Especially since Charuni was already dead, he was extremely depressed to lose to a dead man who had set up the game many years ago.
"Don't be like this, you're already very good." Milanka noticed his low mood, came closer, and this time kissed him lightly on the lips.
"He is different from ordinary people...really different...you don't need to compare yourself with him..."
"So you agreed to work for them." Kaloni said hoarsely, "In order to prevent a second voice from appearing in the Human Alliance..."
"This is not something I can control." Milanka shook her head. "I never thought I would be able to sit in this position."
"Then why do you support me?"
"Are you trying to control me in this way?"
"If you win this time, you will definitely submit to me on the surface, but actually use your... to influence me! Interfere with my actions towards Sarah!"
"So you care about this?" He heard a chuckle with a sense of pride in it, "You are so cute~ Count..."
"answer me!"
"So what?" Milanka returned to her composure. "You know very well that not everyone can catch our eye."
"So I should be honored?"
"It's not an honor, but you should be happy." The woman leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Why you? Because you are the only one who really wants to change this country..."
"Your efforts, your struggles... We have seen it all. You have already proved with your actions that you have moved beyond vulgarity, so is it important to you whether you are being used or not?"
"After all, it's all for Talignan..."
Kaloni was silent longer this time.
"... Is Eugenie one of your people too?"
"No, neither he nor his wife knew."
"Were you contacting your companions just now?"
"Yes... this is the one I use."
Kaloni felt a piece of object being stuffed into his hand.
He touched it and felt that its shape was like a leaf.
There does seem to be a rumor that Sarah has a partnership with some mysterious species.
"Have you made contact?"
"No... We are inside its body, and these membranes block the signal."
"Does the leaf still have a signal?"
"Biological signals...similar to pheromones."
“So we can’t get out.”
"maybe……"
Milan paused.
"In addition to communication, this thing can also emit a pungent smell, so we are stuck here... and haven't been eaten yet..."
The count struggled to raise the leaf to his nose and could smell an indescribable pungent odor.
Why not break it up?
If we break it into pieces and release the smell, the effect will definitely be stronger. Maybe it will stimulate this thing to spit them out?
Thinking this way, he just started to do it.
"Wait, you're not going to...?"
rustle……
"Idiot! Don't—"
A minute later, a bloody hole suddenly appeared in the dark underground sewer pipe. A man and a woman fell out of it, curled up, and retched with tears streaming down their faces.
……
Meanwhile, underground at the Rudolf Power Station.
"Collective awareness." Xia Yibing narrowed her eyes. "What does it mean...similar to ants and bees?"
"Completely different." Sixus stretched out his hand to gesture to her, "Ants and bees are all controlled by one will, that's about it...but collective consciousness is different. There is no king in collective consciousness, or in other words, every individual in the collective is the king."
That is a conscious entity formed entirely by billions of viruses.
Hitzfeld's heart sank.
These viruses share memories and perceptions, and together they form the concept of being a "Bokan". Therefore, no matter how many generations they have, the consciousness of "Bokan" can be passed down.
If Bokan is really this kind of life, then he is undoubtedly more dangerous than expected.
I won’t say anything else, it is still a virus... Its toxicity has been greatly weakened, but it can still infect humans.
But it was almost impossible to kill him completely. Given the current situation, she couldn't figure out how to solve this problem.
Mimicry array?
Even if it succeeds, according to what Sixus said before, it is just like locking your own body - inserting your own key into the keyhole.
This can only protect themselves, but for them, if they only live with this idea in mind, why should they always run out and put themselves in danger?
Thinking of this, Hitzfeld looked up at the dark ceiling.
There is no light inside the Dragon Tomb.
She knew that several floors had collapsed and there should be a series of large holes there, but the dim light from the lantern could not reach there and she could only see darkness.
Feel the state of your body.
weak.
Tired.
The accumulated fatigue continued to attack her consciousness along her spine, and coupled with the energy consumed by the dream projection, it was honestly very difficult for her to stay awake.
But the meaning of the word overdraft can only be reflected at this moment, right?
Without hesitation, the girl hardened her heart and concentrated once again into her left eye.
The water ripples.
The darkness was like a curtain being lifted, and she saw a bizarre, constantly changing world of gods and ghosts.
The wall is no longer a wall, but a patchwork of the bodies of hundreds and thousands of creatures.
Blue zebra, wild maned ox, and gray rabbit.
Rainbow falcon, red-bellied moorhen, silver mullet.
Tricolor beetle, colorful spider, and blood-thirsty stork.
Meat dragon vines, hairy scorpions, and giant pyramid-footed deer.
Countless species.
Colorful.
Mottled.
There were also many human bodies mixed in, crowded together with other animals, forming walls and the ground.
Looking up, I could see through the three layers of sky at a glance.
Hitzfeld saw more.
Giants, Colossi...
Just like colorful paints dripping on the water, a hand reaches out to stir them up.
Too brilliant.
Too bright.
What made her hair stand on end even more was that these creatures were staring at her.
Whether they were animals, humans, giants, or statues whose faces were hidden in the paint and could not be seen clearly, she could feel every pair of eyes on her, and they were all staring at her.
Hitzfeld tried his best to hold back the goose bumps that were forming on his skin, and controlled his gaze to look up again.
She finally saw the end of the world.
A flat, abstract face like one in an ancient mural appears at the top.
His orange skin was like red soil, his eyes were tightly closed, his lips were tightly pursed, and his body was strangely covered with only a thick black outline - it was this outline that enclosed all the animals.
Is that... Kyle?
Staring at the giant face, Hitzfeld was shocked.
Is this the outline of the dragon tomb?
His body manifested?
And these animals were eaten by him...?
Or were they the lives he had chosen and sacrificed in the experiment?
Confused, Hitzfeld then heard a murmur.
Boruna...
Boruna...
Kyle...
