"Who are you?"

Sith frowned and stared at Martin and asked again.

"I'm the one who came to save Kale City! Tell me! What's going on in Kale City!"

The milky white psychic shield disappeared, Martin's face was serious and his tone was heavy.

"Ha! You are the only one? Kid, how old are you?" Avery sneered and mocked.

Modes, who was only in his teens, did look particularly thin. If it weren't for the tuxedo, no one in the room would have taken him seriously.

Martin glanced at the man named Avery. He didn't know the field he belonged to, but the fluctuations in the young man made Martin feel instinctively disgusted.

The quill seemed to have sensed it on its chest, and it drilled out directly from its chest.

At this moment, the white quill had turned into a dark blue color, and light was floating on the quill, as deep as the starry sky at night.

Powerful fluctuations spread.

Sith stared at the quill with his eyes straight and murmured to himself: "It is God-given! It is God-given by the Lord of Space!"

A few seconds later, he lowered his head to Martin again and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, God Messenger, I shouldn't doubt you!"

Avery squinted his eyes and looked at the quill, with unconcealed greed in his eyes.

The rest of the room also looked at the floating quills.

They may not recognize this thing, but they can all feel the powerful space power on it.

Martin was not worried that they would snatch it. Unlike other extraordinary items, even if this fake body disappeared, the quill would return to him.

And the quill has its own wisdom.

The quill suddenly pointed at Avery, and Martin felt a thought from the quill.

Perform the ceremony: [Space Lord's Shelter]!

Martin hesitated for a moment, then chanted the spell softly.

【Great existence of infinite dimensions】

【The ever-changing shape】

【I pray for your attention】

...

The power of the ceremony surrounded the room, and the other people in the room immediately became nervous. Earl Obiine immediately stood up and said to Martin:

"Friend, stop your ceremony immediately!"

However, the Sith clearly knew what kind of ritual this was and explained to the count: "Please rest assured that this is a very ordinary space ritual, without any harm."

The Count was skeptical, but still wanted to stop Martin. He looked at the woman beside him: "Ms. Vera, can you let him stop!"

However, the female extraordinary person named Vera stared at Martin's figure and stared at him, and he was like this when Martin appeared at the door of the room.

Vera shook her head and did not answer Obien, but the rejection was very obvious.

She belongs to the sequence of fate and sees more things in Martin, especially the power of the God of Fate!

Seeing that something was wrong, Avery seemed to want to attack Martin again.

However, the power of space emanates from the quill pen. Before he can use his abilities, the fluctuations of space firmly lock him.

In Avery's hand, the spear with deep purple light was gradually taking shape, and the sharp spear head made a crackling sound.

However, as soon as the spear was removed, a black hole would be formed at the front of the spear, and the spear was directly swallowed by the black hole.

The quill turned around in the air, as if it was silently ridiculed.

Avery's face darkened, and a deeper purple light appeared on his body.

The skin exposed outside the clothes also bulged, and the beating blood vessels showed powerful physical strength.

However, the fluctuations in the space belonging to the quill locked the space around him, like an invisible can, making him unable to move at all.

He was waving and running, but he was completely unable to leave that small piece of space.

Sith looked at Avery with a strong hostility in his eyes.

Because the purple light is a very obvious ability in the Chaos Realm!

"Earl Obiyin, why is this Avery a Chaos Sequence? Could it be that you will also participate in this plan!?"

The Sith asked loudly, with grief and anger in his voice.

The Count was speechless, opened his mouth and said pale and weakly: "I don't...I don't know...he was introduced to me by someone else."

The ritual effect takes effect very quickly, and illusory overlapping images appear in the room.

Martin felt that this ceremony did not point to an unknown space, but a plane that had been determined.

When the ceremony was completely completed, there was one more person in the room...

"I finally waited for you, successor."

A middle-aged man in a dark blue robe appeared behind the Sith, and the starry sky was circling on the robe, and he spoke.

Sith looked back and saw the middle-aged man's dark blue starry sky robe, his eyes wide open, then he knelt down and saluted to the man, shouting excitedly: "Lord of Space, you did not abandon us!"

Martin was also a little excited. This was the first time he met Darktree.

However, after hearing the words of the Lord of Space, Martine's inner doubts rose again.

"You knew I would come here long ago?"

Martin asked, looking at Darktray, who had an ordinary face.

The dark blue figure waved, and the power of the ceremony surged again, and the figures of the others became illusory again, leaving only him, Martin, and the Chaos Believers named Avery in the room.

In the air, the floating quill slowed down, as if a little sad.

"You are destined to come to this nightmare. This is the prophecy made by Nabishi. I am also very happy that you can come here, which means that Nabishi is at least alive. Next, the important task of saving Kale City will be handed over to you." Darktre said.

On the side, Avery struggled constantly in the huge space power, but the powerful space power kept him firmly in place.

Martin still couldn't understand: "But this is just a nightmare, not a real history. Even if I changed the ending of Kale City in this nightmare, the real history is something that has happened. Will it still change because of what I did in the nightmare?"

Darktrey looked at Martin and paused, saying, "It seems you are from a world without extraordinary power."

Martin was shocked. He knew he was from another world!

This is his most core secret!

"No need to be nervous, in fact, every successor comes from other worlds."

The successor here obviously refers to the knowledge sequence, and Martin secretly wrote down this.

"As for the past and the future... in a world with extraordinary power, time is not only forward. You should understand this point, and history is not fixed."

Martin was stunned. He remembered Bishop Aslan, who could fix the time of an object at a certain moment, or even turn back the time to let them go back to the past, such as retrieving the mirrored eyes from Maloni, but this is still difficult to explain...

"Don't think too complicatedly. You just need to simply understand it as the past, present, future, past has infinite possibilities, but the world line converges to the present, and now moves forward, and the world line has infinite possibilities, diverging into the future."

Martin's eyes were straightened, and a funnel placed horizontally appeared in his mind. The left is the past and the right is the future, and the tiny funnel mouth is the present!

Martin still has many questions about this model, but at least he understood Daqutri's words a little.

"Will the 'present' change change?" Martin asked.

Darktre shook his head: "The past you know is one of the countless species that converge to the 'present'. Your responsibility is not to change it, but to maintain them so that history should not deviate from its original route as much as possible."

Not changing history?

"Didn't Kale City disappear in history?" Martin asked.

At the same time, he also remembered the nightmare between Seifel and Princess Aishi. In that dream, he really changed the ending of the two.

Darktre shook his head: "I don't know what will happen to Kale City. It may gradually decline in the alternation of epochs, but it should not be the kind of 'disappearance' you refer to. At least, the current disaster will not make Kale City disappear."

"But the record I saw in the book is..."

"Don't believe any records about the Third Era!"

Dakterry suddenly interrupted Martin, with a stern tone, and then continued to warn: "Especially for books recorded in Di Mongolian, there is a very likely trap hidden in them!"

Hearing this warning, many thoughts flipped Martin's mind.

In the Third Era, few books and words could be preserved, and a lot of history was buried in the long river of history. Is this why?

"Why?" Martin asked in confusion.

Darktre shook his head: "You will know from now on. Now just remember that at the end of the Third Age, there will be a world line closing. You must be more cautious when dealing with the nightmare that moves forward at this point in time."

Martin nodded and silently recorded this.

"Then the books you left in the classroom..."

"Oh? In addition to "Travels of the Spiritual Realm", I have left other works? That's a look." Speaking of this, Daqutri seemed to miss it a little.

Martin's mind was rotating rapidly. When he talked to such a big shot, the amount of information was extremely complicated, and every sentence was worth pondering.

Dacketry was not in a hurry, waiting for Martin to think.

After a while, Martin spoke again: "If the nightmare needs me to maintain, then who is my enemy, and what do they want to do in the nightmare?"

Martin was a little confused because the dream sequence did not seem to be involved in this incident, and the disaster was also brought about by the believers of Chaos.

Hearing this question, the dark blue light on Dacketry's body flashed and his eyes became very ethereal.

"Our enemy is not 'who', nor is it a separate sequence or domain."

Martin frowned: "Isn't it a dream sequence?"

Darktree shook his head: "Dream is just an attempt to deal with the real enemy, and it is a relatively successful attempt."

"Success? The God of Dreamland was thinking about how to pull the entire reality into the dream world, and his plan almost succeeded!" Martin was even more puzzled.
Chapter completed!