Chapter 488: Tearing the Script
Chapter 488: Tearing the Script
Lindsey led the way to the village marked on the map, also carrying the large door he had removed, intending to return it to its rightful owner in Thousand Sails City.
A few minutes later, the two arrived at the village.
As they took a few steps into the village, Lindsey's gaze around him became peculiar.
The local residents here were almost identical to humans, but their physical details differed slightly.
In simple terms, the men had more upright physiques and handsome features;
The women were also graceful and charming in appearance.
It was as if they were in a giant model village, and not a single ugly person could be found.
Yaostar, however, understood this situation very well:
"Well..."
"Unless it's a rather special type, artists tend to make their creations more beautiful."
Lindsey shrugged and walked into the village.
Today, many people were entangled in the Illusory Dream.
Besides him and Yaostar, there were other Awakened individuals, and even ordinary people from Thousand Sails City were here.
The outsiders were mostly gathered in the center of the village.
There was a 70-square-meter altar with a golden sun disc hanging above it, with crimson red lines forming intricate patterns like a Roman mosaic floor.
"..."
Lindsey's gaze scanned the surroundings.
Those with less attractive appearances, outsiders from Thousand Sails City, were all gathered around the disc.
Their expressions were either angry or anxious.
Suddenly pulled into the Illusory Dream, they felt uneasy, just like Yaostar.
Lindsey's gaze focused on the shoes and clothes of the people.
Through the puzzle clues, he made a judgment:
"They all happened to be in the village."
"There must be more people still in the Illusory Dream outside, who haven't made it here yet."
At this moment, Lindsey and Yaostar caught the attention of the villagers.
A handsome young man from the village suddenly approached them:
"Honored guests, the World Gate has suddenly sealed, cutting off communication between the Divine Realm and the Mortal World."
The Divine Realm and the Mortal World...
Lindsey easily understood what these terms referred to.
But the thought of being able to call himself a visitor from the Divine Realm in this world made him feel a bit awkward.
He confirmed with the young man in front of him:
"How long ago did the sealing occur?"
The handsome young man immediately replied:
"Just a few minutes ago."
Lindsey nodded slightly; this timing matched when they were sucked into the Illusory Dream.
"Be careful, everyone!"
"Look at the sky over there!"
At this moment, one of the Awakened individuals in the village shouted.
The villagers looked in the direction indicated.
A dark mass of clouds was rapidly approaching the village.
"Hmm?"
Lindsey took a closer look.
The dark clouds were actually composed of individual black dots, which were Dark Horn Shepherds! A few of them were no trouble for Lindsey, but the sheer number...
It had escalated to a real battlefield skirmish, and no task was easy at this scale.
"Yaostar, take this!"
Lindsey immediately threw a weapon to Yaostar.
He switched to the Iron Horn Longbow, and the bowstring sounded like thunder.
In the blink of an eye.
The gloomy black clouds pressed down towards the village.
The Dark Horn Shepherds seemed well-versed in this action.
They dove from the sky, grabbed a person on the ground with both hands, and swiftly rose back into the sky, resembling numerous predatory eagles hunting.
Lindsey and the other Awakened individuals in the village retaliated.
But strangely, these Dark Horn Shepherds didn't engage in prolonged fights; they only focused on capturing humans from the ground.
Many locals, and even ordinary residents from Thousand Sails City, were taken.
These Dark Horn Shepherds had immediately taken them into the air, swiftly flying away from the village.
"What kind of setting is this?"
"Vampires coming to the village to capture Blood Slaves!"
Lindsey cursed.
His abilities were sufficient to protect himself in this situation, and he could even take care of the people by his side.
However, protecting the entire village was beyond his capabilities.
Especially since these Dark Horn Shepherds were not slow in their flight.
The successful capture led them to quickly soar into the high sky, disappearing into the distant horizon in the blink of an eye.
Even if Lindsey tried to stop them, he could only save four or five people.
"..."
The dark clouds swiftly drifted away.
Lindsey gazed in the direction they had disappeared, his brows furrowed.
Yaostar approached at this moment, returning the longsword he had just received:
"Lindsey, thank you for the weapon."
Lindsey directly refused:
"You keep it for now. Who knows if there might be more battles ahead."
Having experienced the sudden attack, Yaostar dared not refute Lindsey's judgment and obediently sheathed the sword.
The facts were right before their eyes.
The two of them, along with other Awakened individuals, had defended and counterattacked in the village, ensuring their safety.
If the two of them had been left alone in the wilderness, Yaostar wasn't sure if he could have protected himself from an attack of this scale.
Lindsey sighed:
"Anyway, let's clean up the battlefield."
"There are quite a few injured people here. Let's see if we can help with the treatment."
The monsters' attack was swift, and their departure was just as quick.
Although there were casualties among the Awakened, the overall situation was still within an acceptable range.
On the contrary, many of the native villagers had their relatives, friends, and even lovers and parents captured by the Dark Horn Shepherds.
Although they expressed pain, they also revealed a sense of resigned familiarity.
Lindsey suppressed his anger:
"You guys seem to be quite familiar with these attacks?"
The villager nodded in response, even finding Lindsey's question perplexing:
"Isn't this how the world usually is?"
"When monsters attack humans, we find ways to protect ourselves."
Someone nearby spoke up:
"But if the great ones in the Divine Realm can slay the Demon God, we will usher in a prosperous era! I wonder who this Demon God is this time."
"..."
Lindsey felt a chill.
The playwright who had created this world had made such a setting for the world's foundation to ensure a continuously operating script.
In other worlds, this would have seemed extremely twisted.
But here, as the rules set by the Creator, it was an unbreakable truth of the world!
Lindsey looked around.
Other Awakened individuals, busy cleaning up the battlefield, were also discussing among themselves.
After experiencing a battle, people's emotions had slightly changed, and some couldn't help but complain about the issue of the Illusory Dream:
"The Art Festival was going well, how did we suddenly get pulled into this Illusory Dream?"
"Is this some kind of performance art by someone seeking fame?"
"Have they gone mad?! Manipulating fate during the Art Festival, they're really courting death!"
"..."
Lindsey's expression turned gloomy.
Normally, he might have investigated the matter meticulously.
But right now, he really wasn't in the mood.
So, Lindsey directly stopped cleaning up the battlefield and turned to walk towards the center of the village.
"No matter whose script this is, I don't plan to follow it."
"What is the truth?"
"Let's have a good fight."
Lindsey arrived at the altar.
He kicked and shattered the nearby stone bricks, exposing a patch of soil. He took out the Winter Jasmine vine seeds and buried them:
"Spatial Lock?"
"Hmph—it's not something that can't be broken."
(End of Chapter)
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