Roland couldn't recover for quite a while.

Garcia's master... should be called Lan, right?

Which also means, that woman who met him at the Rose Cafe early in the morning... is dead?

How could that be?

Even if Lan was restricted by the rules of the Dream World, she was still a martial artist at the level of a garrison disciple. Dealing with a few Fallen Ones should have been a piece of cake.

Besides, Prism City was transformed from a mine, with the main body buried deep underground, and usually guarded by Awakeners. How could it be easily infiltrated by Fallen Ones?

He suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and calmly pulled her up. "Let's talk inside."

Garcia stood up weakly, as if all her strength had been drained.

Roland tossed the sleeping Jie Luo into the bedroom, and poured Garcia a cup of warm milk to calm her nerves. Under the bright light, the latter's emotions gradually stabilized. Although her eyes were still a little unfocused, the tears finally stopped.

It was then that he noticed that the phone he had forgotten to put in his pocket because he was in such a hurry had more than a dozen missed calls and six text messages, most of which were from Garcia.

"Um, sorry... Jie Luo suddenly had a fever, and I was in a hurry to go to the hospital. I forgot to bring my phone." Roland said a little unnaturally, "What exactly happened in Prism City? And how did you find out about your master's situation?"

Garcia was silent for a long time, so long that he thought she wouldn't speak, before she said intermittently, "Around noon, I received an emergency communication from c02... saying that there was a sudden abnormality at the association headquarters, and requesting martial artists from all over to be prepared to provide support..."

If he remembered correctly, c02 was the liaison officer for the last joint extermination operation, Roland thought. That's why she made so many calls to him, "But the support wasn't implemented later?"

Otherwise, Garcia should have gone to Prism City already.

"Yes, because the main culprit that caused the abnormality was... a piece of erosion on the top floor suddenly expanded." She murmured, "No one saw how it happened, and the monitoring didn't capture the moment of its change. I heard c02 say that by the time the association reacted, the erosion had almost cut Prism City in half, and the lower levels had lost contact."

Erosion... expanded? Roland's heart skipped a beat. If, according to Lan's theory, the Red Moon was essentially a "void" caused by erosion, then theoretically it should be able to appear anywhere—naturally including underground. If "the Red Moon appears in the world" is regarded as the beginning of the War of Divine Will, then doesn't the sudden expansion of erosion also equal another kind of Red Moon appearance?

"Did the headquarters determine the specific time when the mutation occurred?"

She nodded slightly, "It should be around nine in the morning."

Almost consistent with the ripple that swept across the city sky!

Could it be that the Dream World is warning him that the power from the outside world has begun to erode this place?

"Then what's the matter with the Fallen Ones?"

"They... they came out from underground..."

Half an hour later, Roland had a rough understanding of the whole matter.

Realizing that it was the erosion that had swallowed the base of the city, the Martial Artist Association immediately organized a rescue operation—Prism City was like a huge cone inserted directly into the depths of the ground. While such a structure brought excellent defensive performance, it was not without its shortcomings. For example, the ventilation system had to be running at all times to ensure that the people on the lower floors could breathe smoothly. In addition, water, food, and other materials were also transported downwards. Therefore, when the erosion cut Prism City in half, the lives of the employees at the bottom were in danger.

The association's top priority was to find out the extent of the erosion and strive to find a suitable passage to reconnect the lower levels. Prism City had also considered similar situations when it was built, so it also set up several sets of spare evacuation wells around the city. So far, it was considered a capable and orderly response.

Since the possibility of an enemy attack was ruled out, the Martial Artist Association naturally canceled the support request. At that time, the garrison and a group of disciples were all present, and the headquarters urgently needed engineering and medical teams, so the martial artists who were not very helpful to the rescue were also turned into a standby state.

However, what no one expected happened.

When everyone entered the various evacuation wells to explore downwards, Lan's team in Well 04 was suddenly attacked by Fallen Ones.

Afterwards, someone recognized that many of the Fallen Ones were companions from the association trapped on the lower floors.

This sounded extremely shocking and incredible—no one knew what changes had taken place in the city base in the few hours after contact was lost, but what was presented to people was a group of monsters fused with the core of depravity, including both ordinary employees and martial artists.

Those who could enter the lower levels of Prism City were undoubtedly the most reliable and firm members of the association. What made them betray the association in less than half a day was still unknown. But there was no doubt that the moment they integrated the core of depravity into their bodies, they were no longer members of the human race. Even Roland was surprised for a long time when he heard this, not to mention the shock of the rescue team at the time.

The result was that Lan's team was caught off guard.

In a situation where neither the number nor the strength was superior, it was all thanks to Lan's outstanding performance that they did not end up in total annihilation. However, Lan, as the captain, failed to return to the ground safely—she was ambushed by several Fallen Ones when she closed a isolation door.

Speaking of the end, Garcia couldn't help sobbing again.

Roland poured her another glass of milk, hesitated for a moment, and still asked the question he was most concerned about—although it sounded a little inappropriate, he had to understand.

"This news should have been relayed to the headquarters by the survivors, right?" He took a deep breath, "Did anyone actually witness your master's sacrifice?"

If it were normal times, this kind of question might have been beaten, but Garcia was in a state of confusion at the moment, and did not notice Roland's intention at all, "My master... Master she blocked the closing switch with her body... and then was torn into pieces by the Fallen Ones... many people in the team at that time saw this scene..." She趴on the coffee table, suppressing her voice and crying, "Woo..."

"...Condolences." Roland couldn't help but sigh.

He didn't know what would happen if someone died in the Dream World. Would they return to the consciousness world, or would they disappear completely? But if God really controls most of the consciousness world, neither ending can be considered a good result. Without the protection of the Dream World, one can imagine what kind of fate a traitor would face.

No wonder he associated this matter with God—this mutation was simply like a layout made against Lan.

Similarly, God doesn't only have Lan as a target.

The Dream World is what the opponent wants to eliminate most.

"Then you have to protect this place... If you lose it, the consciousness world will also be closed to you forever." Roland couldn't help but recall Lan's warning.

It seems that he will also have to fight a War of Divine Will in the Dream World.

The opponent is neither the devil nor the Tianhai world.

He will face God directly.

...

"Hold on..."

A noisy voice rang in his ears, as if it were far away and near at hand.

What exactly happened?

It felt excruciating pain all over, and its legs felt like they were broken. It was the first time it had encountered such serious injuries. Even during the promotion ceremony, it had never been so embarrassed.

For a moment, it even thought of the word "death".

Ah... that's right, it was about to die. The vitality in its body was gradually fading away, replaced by a piercing chill. Its consciousness was like a pile of loose sand, and it was difficult to gather it together to think.

"Hold on..."

The voice was closer.

Someone?

Strange... this language, it seems to have heard it somewhere...

"There's still one alive here, someone help me move this damn stone away!"

"She looks badly injured, hurry up!"

"One, two, three!"

In an instant, it felt a sudden lightness under it, and then it was lifted onto a movable soft bed.

"Hold on, you'll be fine," someone said above its head. "The association has prepared the best doctors and equipment, as long as you can make it to the hospital!"

Hospital... what does that mean? Are these people... saving it?

"By the way, you're from the Kagard Peninsula, right? What's your name?"

"I... my name?"

"That's right, do you still remember?"

It used its last strength to reply.

"...Valkyr... is."