Looking at these six wolf knights exuding terrifying pressure, Adeline forcibly suppressed the shock and faint fear in her heart.
Because ever since these six wolf knights appeared, her control over this dream world began to be infinitely suppressed, as if this dream world no longer belonged to her.
"My Lord… these six wolf knights are merely messengers! If mere messengers possess such terrifying power, then the one behind them…" Thinking of this, Adeline swallowed hard. Amidst her fear, excitement gradually welled up.
Because, if that one was truly as Silas had said, then it meant He possessed the authority to restore Jeros's emotions.
Grimman, beside her, clenched his aged palms, constantly reciting the prayers of his faith, yet found it completely impossible to stop his soul from trembling.
"Damn it! Why didn't that one mention there was such a terrifying existence here when they invited us!? Isn't this dragging us into the abyss?" Grimman couldn't help but feel strong resentment, even hatred, towards that inviter.
Clang, clang…
A harsh sound of chains suddenly rang out.
When they came to their senses, they found that six wolf knights were holding heavy iron chains, directly entangling their bodies, then, like carrying prisoners of war, they soared into the sky.
Adeline looked at her body, bound like a prisoner, and said with a slight complaint, "Is this what Silas meant by an invitation? Truly unique."
After experiencing a dizzying grey world, the six, in a daze, found themselves standing on the deck of an ancient warship.
This warship was incredibly ancient, covered in the marks of time.
The warship was surrounded by a terrifying blizzard (Attention!!), preventing them from seeing clearly outside the warship.
"Where is this?" The group looked at this massive, ice-covered warship, their minds still not fully recovered, acting on instinct.
Dong!
A heavy, distant bell toll slowly spread out. This bell toll, like a morning bell and evening drum, abruptly broke through their chaos, and their thoughts gradually became clear.
Looking up in the direction of the bell toll, they saw themselves standing before a massive, pitch-black temple.
At this moment, the temple's main gate was open. Beside the gate stood two rows of guards clad in armor, exuding a terrifying aura.
These guards were dressed the same as the wolf knights, except they were not riding wolves at this moment but stood motionless like statues.
"Could this be…" Constellation from the Apex Aether Research Institute suddenly thought of something.
"Quiet!" Just as the six were muttering, a stern and heavy voice suddenly came.
This voice possessed immense power, causing all six to simultaneously catch their breath, their entire minds instantly blank, as if their entire train of thought had been severed by this voice.
At this very moment, everyone heard only one sound, like two pieces of porcelain gently colliding.
This sound came from their mouths – the sound of chattering teeth, a sound representing fear.
"Kneel!"
The voice came again.
Thump!
Without any hesitation, without any resistance, all six, including Adeline and the Count, instantly knelt, as if the voice were irresistible.
A tall, well-built female warrior walked out. Her golden eyes beneath the mask were indifferent. She spoke in the same voice as before, "Mortals, did your faith not teach you what posture you should adopt when facing a true god?"
!!!!
Hearing this, the minds of the six went instantly blank.
"True god? What is a true god… What is a true god… True god! True god!"
After two seconds, Grimman and the other four expert-level mystics were overwhelmed by fear and bewilderment.
The master-level Adeline barely maintained her sanity. While her soul trembled, her heart was filled with excitement.
The Count's eyes shone with an indescribable light. He was now respectfully prostrating on the ground, his posture and appearance the most devout.
Bang!
A heavy sound came from within the temple, as if a heavy scepter had struck the ground. The heavy sound, as it spread out, carried a thick echo that lingered for a long time.
Oppressed by this sound, the spirits of the six completely collapsed. They prostrated directly on the ground, their faces filled with terror and fear, their bodies uncontrollably shivering.
"￥#%##&&##%" Magnificent, distant, solemn, sacred, terrifying… The moment they heard this sound, countless descriptive words instantly flashed through the minds of the six, yet none of these words could describe the attributes of this sound.
It wasn't that these words weren't precise enough, but that these words were not qualified.
Human language could no longer describe this sound; human thought could no longer comprehend this sound!
"In this world, do true gods that can actively manifest still really exist!?" Hearing this sound, Grimman felt that the knowledge he had been taught since childhood was completely overturned.
Because they had been taught since childhood that true deities would not manifest in the mortal world.
Those that manifested were false gods and those man-made monsters claiming to be gods.
But now, this aura, this oppressive force, this indescribable sound, and many other characteristics all confirmed all the conditions and memories they had about deities.
"All deities are higher beings that we humans cannot understand. Our awe and fear towards deities should outweigh worship and gratitude. Remember the four unshakeable principles regarding deities:"
His name must not be remembered.
His voice must not be imitated.
His form must not be looked upon directly.
His existence must not be described.
Clack!
The incomprehensible sound fell, and Adeline found her Spirit Vision had instantly increased by seven points.
The Count found his Spirit Vision had increased by three points.
And the four with weaker strength, Grimman and the others, their Spirit Vision instantly surged by twenty points!
Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Incomparably harsh and crazed roars erupted from the mouths of the four.
It could be seen that these four mystics, who were only at the expert level, now had extremely turbid eyes, drool flowing from their mouths, their expressions twisted, like madmen.
Yet even as they went mad and screamed, they instinctively remained prostrated on the ground, not daring to make any defiant movements.
Amidst the roars, four knights stepped forward, grabbed the four, turned, and directly threw them off the ship, to be submerged in the surrounding blizzard.
In the temple.
Silas listened with a surprised expression to his brand new language.
This language was not a human language; it seemed to be a language that only deities could master.
This was something he had unintentionally discovered just now while waiting and contemplating, after his understanding of sound had further advanced.
"Interesting. Although I can't harm these people in the dream, this language can actually cause their Spirit Vision to surge? This should be the so-called 'Whispers of the Old Gods,' right!"
"The expert-level ones gained twenty points, the master-level Adeline gained seven points, and the high-level vampire gained three points."
"Hmm, fortunately, I was careful and separated the blizzard, causing the body to be incomplete. Otherwise, if the divine body spoke this language completely, Adeline and this vampire would probably go mad."
Just now, he had separated the previously merged blizzard, partly to protect Adeline and partly to prevent these people from seeing the scenery outside the warship.
"Then, what's next is very clear. Let these two powerhouses become my support in the real world."