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The desolate sea of ​​sand seemed to have been stripped of its original color by the storm, and the outline of the sun was also obscured.

The Sand of Dreams supports Morpheus and Madness, and they seem to be walking through a golden mirage. The Sand of Dreams isolates the world, and also isolates the overwhelming Xitar insect people, who are eating away at the history on the timeline. It's not the power given by madness, but another kind of terrifying power, but this storm is an opportunity.

Crazy was always muttering behind Morpheus. Although Morpheus did not terminate the journey, Crazy felt a little relieved, but losing the fun of driving rampantly made Crazy very angry. But Morpheus will not let his little sister's temper come. He must reach the initial point of the storm quickly. He feels that he will find clues there. After all, this storm heralds destruction.

The sinister but bare mountain range gradually emerged, almost becoming a vast expanse of empty white. Even the locust-like Tatars could not submerge these extremely ancient earthly ruins, because they are connected to the third world, connected to Mortals are accustomed to trekking through the lost world under the great flood.

The old magic and civilization died there, and new magic and hope rose again.

Morpheus put away the Dream Sand, and the hem of his night-like robe fluttered with the light of the stars. For a moment, he seemed to be taller than the mountains, but as he moved upward, Morpheus was still covered with gravel. On the mountain road, madness was beating behind him, as if he was playing a game of avoiding stones. The overly large coat draped on his body was swaying around, as if it would fall off his thin body at any time. fall.

An inexplicable deathly silence came from the mountain, and Morpheus felt the unique sadness of the old gods.

Yes, pathos. Because the second world has died, its former glory has never been restored, and the third world is only a shadow that no one cares about in history. Mortals have new beliefs and new ambitions, and they have built scientific institutions. Palace, to embrace the new wave of youth. And those old gods are either waiting for their final demise among the ruins of collapsed temples, or they are integrated into modern civilization to please mortals, just like Farrell.

But without exception, the era of the gods is gone forever, the ancient beliefs have long since collapsed, and their survival cannot restore their former glory.

Morpheus suddenly remembered his last meeting with Destruction, when Destruction took Morpheus to see an anatomy experiment in a medical school.

"They are changing, Dream." Destruction said at that time. "Mortals no longer think that dreams, beliefs, and gods are very important. They begin to no longer rely on intuition. The way they view the world and the universe is becoming more rational, and their imagination Power is no longer a simple myth. Mortals created science, my brother. They walked out of the wilderness and embraced civilization. This is really... amazing, right?"

"I don't know, destruction. What does this have to do with me?" Morpheus was unmoved. In his eyes, these actions of mortals still cannot shake the status of dreams, because they always have to sleep, they always have to dream, no matter the dream What kind of method, what kind of posture.

"Can't you really see, brother?" Destruction said with a laugh, "Reason is the beginning of a new chapter for mortals! They no longer need the old gods! They will create new gods! They themselves will even become Their own gods! But the specialization of rationality will also make them unable to turn back, allowing them to reject some old things, and they will even go to extremes. I can see now what they will do when they master the power of mutual conversion of matter What a change has occurred.”

"So what? They can't shake anything, Destruction." Morpheus couldn't understand every word Destruction said at the time. "The old gods can disappear, but they can't shake the Endless Family. They will always dream, and they will always be destroyed. Driven by desire, they will embrace despair in the midst of loss, and will fall into madness at a certain moment. They will go to destruction and return to the embrace of death countless times in their history. This is their fate, you know."

"Yeah... you know, destruction." Morpheus stood on the top of the mountain under the whirlpool of the storm. His black hair and robes were constantly fluttering. In front of him was the dark army of Xitars. They It seemed like it was gnawing at two human figures standing alone.

That was Farrell, and the other one was a fallen angel whose wings had all withered.

Morpheus looked at the miserable corpses of the two people. He looked into their dead eyes. A long flaming sword had not been extinguished. It was still stuck on the ground. Around the two people, the corpses of the Xitar people formed a disgusting black color. ocean.

With a sigh, Morpheus returned to his memory again. He saw Destruction's always sunny smile disappear. He turned around lonely and sadly. He walked out of the laboratory and looked up at the new civilization. At the dawn of the world, he sighed faintly, "This is just a beginning, a dream! Just a beginning... They will master this knowledge, master the truth of the universe, and then, they will usher in a new era! A world of fire and light era!"

Destruction left, he didn't look back, and Morpheus didn't catch up.

At that time, Morpheus was dismissive of this. He only had responsibilities in his eyes. He had always been selfish and arrogant. His cold tone would turn away people, even his family.

What would have happened if I had caught up with Destruction? What if I had understood everything he said?

Morpheus shook his head. He walked towards Farrell and the angel. He knew the answer.

Destruction will still leave, because from that moment on, Destruction knows that mankind has become its own destruction. Not only that, everything will change from this. Where will human beings take themselves? Will they create their own dreams? Will they control their own destiny?

The angel suddenly raised his charred and broken right hand at the moment Morpheus approached. He held a feather in his hand, a feather that was not stained red by blood or damaged, and was pure white and flawless.

At that moment, Morpheus recognized the angel.

"Milios..." Morpheus took the feather with his pale hand, stared at the dying angel with his deep dark eyes and asked, "Why did you do this?"

Mileos's burnt-black eye sockets that had long lost his eyes stared directly at Morpheus. He was speechless, but Morpheus seemed to know the answer.

"Who are they?" She looked at the old god Farrell and the angel Mileos with crazy curiosity. She could not feel any sadness. She even grinned. She only thought that the two of them were very ridiculous.

"My two old friends." Morpheus clenched his feathers tightly. He knew what to do. He also knew that the power like a curse still entangled every being he came into contact with. Their fate depended on this. The forces are closely connected.

Perhaps Mileos knew this, because he had been very close to fate. He might have also seen such a future, and he knew such an ending.

But this is just the beginning.

Morpheus put on his helmet, threw the Dream Sand back into the storm-raging sky, and then threw the feather into the golden vortex.

"Take my hand, crazy." Morpheus turned his head, which was covered by a gas mask-like helmet, and stretched out his hand to his sister. "We are going to my country, and we will continue the journey from there."

Heavy and melodious notes continued to fall, as if the symphony of fate began to play low and slowly here.

The old gods and angels actually fought for mortals, they should have hated them.

But as Destruction says, change ensues.

When stepping on the land of the dream kingdom, the crow Matthew flew over anxiously.

"You're back!" Matthew hissed, "Something big happened here!"

"I have seen the collapse of dreams, Matthew." Morpheus still said calmly.

"No! Do you still remember the agreement between you and that Diana?" Matthew flapped his wings and hovered in mid-air. "Now there is a disgusting guy in that cocoon room! There was also a murder!"

Morpheus frowned, "Who is it?"

"Constantine!" Matthew said in disgust, "John Constantine!"