Chapter 128 The Second Memory

Elsa treated White's wounds, while the rest of the people fought the gilded statue in the hall. The battle lasted only a short while before it went silent.

White was soon able to walk on his own, but the hallucinations in his mind were not completely gone; the old ones went, and new ones came in.

A shooting star, which started as a small red dot in the distance, grew larger and larger until it could illuminate the entire tower.

It was a single burning meteorite.

The meteorite struck, leaving the earth riddled with holes. The pristine land was ravaged by this divine punishment. Some people enjoyed the spectacle, while others huddled among machines and steel frames. Life was a constant struggle against the cruel catastrophe.

He stared intently out the window, as if he could see countless lives vanishing into thin air like melting snow.

Elsa nudged him, and White realized he was still in the marble-paved hallway.

When they arrived at the hall to meet, the battle with the holy statue had long since ended.

The big guy seemed to still be able to move, and tried to sit up, but after a few attempts, it became quiet.

Logically, with such a commotion, the wizards should have stepped in to eliminate the agents who broke into the obelisk, but why haven't any wizards appeared so far?

This mission drastically changed their understanding of wizards and the enemy's spire.

Mora clearly knew they were coming, so why did she only send out a useless grunt?

The obelisk is oxygen-deprived inside, much like everyone is wearing a steel helmet.

Billis and Irensell also experienced similar symptoms to varying degrees, including severe headaches, occasional neck pain, occasional jaw pain, and their eyesight began to deteriorate, with frequent sensations of needles pricking their eye sockets.

Just when they thought that was all the pain, their internal organs started to ache, their heartbeat quickened, their blood vessels felt like they were about to burst out of their chests, and their body temperature suddenly rose to an alarming level. In addition to the lack of oxygen, the air pressure was also tormenting them.

We can't delay any longer; we need to find Mora as soon as possible.

As everyone climbed the steps, they saw a very awkward pillar on each level. It offered no mechanical support, was crooked and twisted, and seemed to harbor pain.

The setting sun shone in, and although it wasn't much, I was already quite content.

Looks like we'll have to spend the night here.

Someone said that, and the setting sun immediately disappeared, as if it were under someone's control.

White stood below, looking up at the steps. This tower was the tallest of the five obelisks, practically leading to other planets.

When they carried out the mission in the old city, it took them several days to reach the top of the tower. Now, they have to walk this path again.

But it seems that something is different from the past.

Besides the pillars mentioned earlier, the width and length of the walls have also changed slightly, and even the number of steps has increased.

Each person takes out a device that looks like a flashlight, unscrews it, and a simple tent is formed.

Everyone brought some food, but it wasn't enough to last three days; Irenshere had other plans.

"White, you said that Mora was found at the top of this tower, right?"

"Yes."

"We'll use tomorrow to make some noise and lure him down."

"That will also attract wizards."

"If it were really going to attract wizards, they would have come long ago. The fact that they haven't comes suggests one thing."

What's the reason?

"Think back carefully, when you encountered wizards in the past, did you only encounter one at a time?"

That's right.

"Therefore, I boldly speculate that Mora can only send one wizard at a time."

White warned Irenshere not to make wild guesses, as caution was essential for the success of the operation, but Irenshere stuck to his intuition.

At night, the sounds from upstairs could be heard clearly, but after a few minutes, the surroundings became eerily quiet.

Irenshere stepped out of the tent, looked up, and sensed something approaching.

wizard?

Irenshere kept glancing up at the sky, as if someone had gently blew a breath at him. Clearly, something was nearby, but it was not visible to the naked eye.

Just then, the surroundings suddenly brightened.

The crowds gathered in the light, gradually transforming the place into a bustling inn.

Irenshere remembered him; he was the town's famous bigmouth, the blacksmith who would tell everyone he met where he had been.

The blacksmith sat in a chair, and opposite him sat another man, a bald man whose voice was initially soft but gradually grew louder. He was the leather craftsman, who was not usually talkative.

The leather craftsman leaned against a spot very close to the counter, his forehead looking tired, but he still seemed to be enjoying himself.

"So, what are you planning to do next?"

The blacksmith focused almost all his attention on the ladder opposite him, as if he were about to send several people down from it. He said, “She will love me. Everyone wants to be her guide.”

"I'm asking you, which side are you going to stand on?" The leather craftsman slammed his fist on the table.

"I am a human being, how can I help those hairy tribes? Besides, the women of the hairy tribe are not pretty at all."

The blacksmith's face was blank, his eyes unmoving, lost in his daydreams of success and fame. He had forgotten who he was talking to and why he was sitting there; his mouth had become a megaphone for praising important figures.

The leatherworker suddenly looked up at the blacksmith and said, “That slender woman, how magnificent! How high her status! Everyone envies her, she shines like a queen, and her voice is so elegant, especially those captivating eyes. I see something incredible in them. I feel that my past life was too boring. This place is a cage. Shouldn’t young people step out of here and throw themselves into the fiery battle? I will offer my heart to prove that she chose the right person!”

"I'm afraid she didn't choose you."

The blacksmith heard someone say this behind him, but he couldn't tell who it was. He assumed it was the leatherworker and cursed, "Did you invite me here? Well, I'd like to see if a duel can solve the problem of who can become the guide."

The leatherworker immediately stood up and replied, "That's not what I said, but when it comes to duels, you're no match for me. Everyone knows where I came from. The barbarians gave me a resounding nickname: White Bear Leather! It's the most powerful title among them!"

"Oh, you idiot, Leather!"

The two men quickly started fighting. A mouth that could never be torn apart actually lost to a leatherworker who couldn't say a word. The blacksmith covered his face so that no one could see him lose the argument.

But the leatherworker kept pointing at the other man's nose and hurling nasty insults.

The blacksmith suddenly stood up from his seat. Not knowing why there was a hammer next to him, he grabbed it and threw it at the leatherworker.

The leatherworker was incredibly agile, dodging the hammer in an instant, but his mouth became even more unruly: "Just you wait! You double-dealing bastard!"

The imposing blacksmith mustered all his strength, ready to pounce on the foul-mouthed leatherworker and give him a good fight.

There were four people nearby who couldn't sit still any longer. To be precise, one of them couldn't sit still, and the other three rushed forward and subdued the blacksmith in an instant.

The side hall and back hall are the accommodation rooms, with a courtyard in the middle through which some sunlight shines in.

The sunlight shone on the blacksmith's face, and the creature before him instantly transformed into a bizarre shape, with two wings sprouting, one extending its snow-white thighs, and the other drawing a pistol.

"Irenshere! What are you doing?"

Irenshere was struggling to breathe; his mouth tasted like bitter glue, and the shadows on the wall were crooked and distorted, mixed with various bizarre paintings.

The guy who drew his pistol pointed it at him with the butt and swung it sharply.

Everything is quiet now.

Irenshere took a couple of breaths. It was Billy who drew his gun, while White, drenched in sweat, hid behind him.

The other three women chased a ghost upstairs.

Irenshere looked as if he had swallowed a python, and asked in astonishment, "Could I be?"

“Don’t doubt the stupid thing you just did,” Billy said.

"Oh, it must be the unique smell in this corridor that's making me hallucinate."

“If it were as easy to deal with as you think, Mora wouldn’t deserve to be called the Pillar of Destruction,” White said.

Irenshere realized with a start that he had just been possessed by the memories of some ghost.