People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Perhaps for humanity, they were "meeting the best of you in the worst of times," but for Ernst, he was "lucky."

The apocalypse, the chaos, and a few specific individuals are what give the newly arrived "treasure" a sense of belonging and space to unleash their talents.

"Lord Ernst, we have arrived."

Kelsey's sudden words brought Ernst back from his thoughts.

Ernst looked up and saw a breathtakingly beautiful and spectacular view in front of the Rhodes Island landship.

An endless sea of ​​pale purple flowers stretches from one end of the horizon to the other, cutting the sky and the earth like a dividing line. They emit an eerie glow, seemingly dyeing half the sky with a strange purplish-red color. At the edge of the field of vision, a circular "crown" lies obliquely asleep on the earth.

Flowers bloom and weave on its body, and a deep darkness settles and spirals within it. Purple crystalline dust drifts out from time to time, like petals falling after blooming, enveloping most of the snowfield in a hazy beauty.

Ernst's eyes widened.

The more he looked, the more familiar the scene seemed, especially after he saw the petal-like particle effects flying out of the "stargate".

Although it was a bit inappropriate, he pursed his lips and still made a comment:

"It's like the gates of hell."

Kal'tsit, who had been watching Ernst's expression closely, couldn't help but turn her gaze to the magnificent gate at the end of the endless ice field after hearing this exclamation.

An insurmountable, profound darkness flowed silently within the stargate. The prophecy of the Cyclops, the cipher of the Sami warriors, and the millennia-long protection and helpless sighs of the behemoths all ultimately pointed to the other side of this magnificent structure.

The colossal structure, beyond anyone's comprehension, stands there, its base covered with vibrant, rootless flowers. The explorers who have reached this place are well aware of the fear, yet the fear still permeates everyone's mind.

People have a premonition that if this is a door that can be opened, then misfortune will surely await outside, because the erosion of reality begins with the cognition gained through the cracks. The closer people get to it, the more the idea of ​​recognition and understanding will cause the space to collapse rapidly.

As Ernst said.

Kal'tsit wholeheartedly agrees with this metaphor:

"It's truly a gate to hell."

She paused, looked at the somewhat bewildered Ernst, and earnestly encouraged him:

"However, one must live in the face of death. The gates of hell may lead to hell, or they may lead to hope beyond hell."

"Who knows which side of the door we're on?"

Chapter 1039 A Nightmare Like a Vampire - Group Members

Where is the finish line?

My consciousness was somewhat blurred, my vision was completely black, and my brain felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. Whenever I tried to think, it was as if I was stirring up a clump of sticky grass paste.

Only one voice kept repeating the same sentence in my ears:

Where is the finish line?

"We haven't reached the finish line yet."

"We must reach the destination."

But what is the end point?

The young Nightmare stood before the magnificent structure, his tiny body appearing like an insignificant speck of dust compared to its immense size. His body had become abnormally ethereal; the veins and blood vessels beneath his arm muscles seemed to seep through his skin, appearing like flowing lava against the backdrop of pure white snowflakes.

With each step he took, he felt his entire body burning, but with each step he took, a bone-chilling cold seeped into every cell of his body. He moved forward step by step, as if instinct was guiding him toward this colossal object. Closer and closer, until he finally reached the deep place where the brilliant stars were reflected.

But his efforts were ultimately in vain.

His consciousness had been corrupted and damaged by the pollution, as had his steps forward.

Before the star gate, he circled around in vain, like a pathetic ant facing a colossal object far beyond his imagination, only able to spin back and forth, unable to find any way to cross it.

“Tuolazhong qUn: Jiulin/Sanwu”.

In the darkness, he seemed to hear someone calling his name.

In his void of vision, he seemed to see his ancestors, the king they had once served, the orderly army of the nightmare, and their sweeping military might that ultimately pointed to the same unknown land and the same colossal circular structure.

The great Harandu Khan seemed to notice his burning gaze. He turned around, extended his hand to him, and the voice behind the mask seemed to be inviting him:

Come, child.

"Join the Kheshig army, become my warrior, and fight alongside me into the boundless sea of ​​stars."

"For your Khan!"

A fire seemed to burn in Nightmare's eyes, as if he had been summoned. He felt that he had regained his vision, and before him, a ferocious and terrifying beast was slowly emerging from the glacier.

This terrifying behemoth was hundreds of meters tall and had no sharp teeth or claws, yet it constantly spewed out thick white smoke that could incinerate a person to ashes. Countless parasitic beasts grew on its body, lying in every corner of the behemoth's body, from the outside in. When they noticed the nightmare, the parasitic insects seemed to have seen something amazing.

They bared their fangs, let out sharp roars, and pulled out a whole bunch of weapons that the nightmare couldn't understand at all. There were sharp claws that could cut through glaciers and giant hammers that could crush steel. They roared and brandished those terrifying weapons as they charged toward him, seemingly ready to taste his blood of fear!

The young Nightmare forced a disdainful smile, expressing his contempt for these monsters.

So what if this is hell? He has been summoned by the Khan. This is his final trial, his heavenly path, his quest to follow the Khan, is about to come to an end!

These monsters and beasts, including that giant beast, couldn't stop him!

Because nightmares are fearless; nightmares are fear itself!

"For my Khan!"

He let out a hoarse roar, spread his arms, and for a moment it was as if Harandu Khan had possessed him. Behind him gathered countless phantoms of the Nightmare Kheshig, densely packed like a huge army!

He laughed, but in an extraordinary way. Facing the surging monsters, all that remained in his heart was a resolute arrogance and conceit!

The Khan protects him, the heavens are at his feet, the Kheshig is already in formation, the nightmare cannot possibly lose!

Such power, how can one resist it! Who could withstand it?! How could anyone possibly withstand it?!

"Snapped--"

A stone, thrown from who-knows-where, hit him on the head, colliding with his tattered mask and making a crisp sound.

It was a sneak attack!

Nightmare's eyes widened as he tried to locate the despicable attacker. His gaze was drawn to the figure standing atop the behemoth.

Then, he covered his eyes.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, it stings my eyes! What is that?!"

"Why can't I see it? Why can't I see it? What is that?!"

Standing on the deck of Rhodes Island, wrapped in thick winter clothing and equipped with a heat source unit provided by Kroos, Ernst looked at the figure in front of the stargate with a somewhat astonished expression.

"Kal'tsit, translate, what is he saying?"

Kal'tsit listened intently for a while, then honestly translated:

"I do not know."

“The collapse paradigms that each person becomes infected with after being contaminated may manifest differently. It is clear that he was deeply contaminated and had accumulated quite a few collapse paradigms, which significantly affected his language and cognitive abilities.”

As she spoke, Kal'tsit seemed to feel that her words were pointless and made her seem useless, so she added, though she was holding back: "Yue Fei Qun: 珋☆肆尔"

"However, judging from the situation, he seems quite agitated."

"I can see that too."

Ernst nodded.

How could he not be excited? This kid was just running in place in front of the stargate, but after hearing the commotion from Rhodes Island, he turned around and jumped around, crying and making a fuss, as if he'd seen his own father. If Ernst couldn't tell how excited he was, he really should check if he'd been infected with some kind of collapse paradigm.

But then again, he thought the child looked familiar.

"His name is Tora, and he's a nightmare."

A cold voice rang out, and Kal'tsit and Ernst turned their heads at the same time, seeing Sami's figure on the deck.

[Sami] nodded to the two of them and explained in response to their puzzled looks:

"I have come up with many ways to deal with the threat of evil spirits."

"This includes learning from the successful experiences of our predecessors."

What are the successful experiences of our predecessors?

Ernst was taken aback.

Kal'tsit quickly understood:

"You mean the story of the Foenic Wind and the Hot Land?"

Sami nodded:

"Sargun Shah - Luga Sargus once led two armies on an expedition to the Yellow Sands south of Sargun, together with Nightmare Khan Harandu Khan."

"At the end of their expedition, there was another colossal structure, another demon, another form of corruption."

"This is a feat that even I find astonishing. They actually succeeded in the end. Their army, their military might, and themselves were all left in that vast expanse of yellow sand. But what perished with them was the star gate in the south."

Kal'tsit echoed the assessment:

"This is a miracle." (Search QQ group: [Name of group] 4)

Ernst understood.

In other words, during the time before Sami arrived at the Endless Ice Plains—no, it should be said that every single second of the past, he was actually trying to find a way to solve the problem of demonic pollution at the end of the Endless Ice Plains.

But He could not close the stargate, or rather, the price He would have to pay to close it was unacceptable. So He kept seeking other ways.

Tora, or rather, Nightmare, is one of them.

Ernst said that he was driving Rhodes Island, leading most of Terra on this great expedition to the Endless Ice Plains, and only barely made it to the location of the Stargate. Why did he find a lonely, corrupted little Nightmare here, who was an acquaintance he had met once before?

[Sami] We can't just go off somewhere and sneak off to fish, only to have someone slip in, can we?

It now seems he was wrong. [Sami] did it on purpose.

He put Tora in to see if he could use the "Nightmare" to replicate what happened on the scorching hot land back then, so that the Nightmare could close the Stargate and block the path of evil in some way.

However, as expected, judging from Tora's current state, this attempt has clearly failed.

"But according to your plan, you should send both Aslan and Nightmare at the same time, along with a large number of people, right? Just one Nightmare doesn't count as replicating the conditions from back then."

"Ernst asked. But he quickly received a distinctly detached glare from the Father of Ancestral Spirits."

"Yes, we need an Aslan."

"Unfortunately, the speed at which Wen Baming and his allies slaughtered each other far exceeded our expectations." (34%4☆2)

Where should I look for an Aslan?

She let out a soft "uh" and realized what was happening.

That seems to be true. The Aslan themselves are not a special race, but rather they were elevated from the "Filin" race due to the great achievements of Luga Sargus and the manipulation by the Aslan Pashas who later invaded Victoria. Their bloodline is not fundamentally different from that of ordinary Filins, at most they are just a bit more robust.

This means that the Aslan race is very easy to become extinct—because they only have one bloodline in the strict sense, and from birth, they are definitely "critically endangered protected animals".

Coincidentally, it really did go out of business.

The only remaining Aslan on Earth today is Vina from Ernst's side.

[Sami] Could Vina be used for this experiment? Obviously not. If He were to do that, Ernst would explode against Him!

Because they simply couldn't gather enough people, and [Sami] couldn't just grab any Phil and chant "You are Aslan, you are Aslan, you are Aslan" for ten or fifteen days before pushing him up, he had no choice but to go through a nightmare alone.

As it turns out, going down the Nightmare path alone was foolish.

Ernst decided to end the conversation, glancing at Tora in the distance, who had suddenly gone mad again, kneeling on the ground, covering her eyes, and shouting. He hissed:

Is there any hope for Tora?

Kal'tsit shrugged:

“If it were anyone else, I would give a definite answer—it’s hopeless. The collapse paradigm has penetrated deep into his body. With this level of pollution, he is nothing but a shell with the remnants of instinct.”

Then, she changed the subject:

"However, if it's you... I... I can't really say." (3)

"Then let me do it."

Ernst nodded.

【Sami】Guards the macro-level civilization, but He doesn't care about specific individuals, so He will throw out a rare nightmare without any psychological burden to test the possibility of a "miracle recurrence".

But Ernst wanted to save as many people as possible.

"Kal'tsit, do me a favor, release Mon3tr and carry me for a while."

Ernst called out to Kelsey,