Chapter 312 The Pale Princess Is a Partner!

Realizing that citalopram didn't seem to know anything, Porphys frowned in distress and tapped her head: "I'm sorry, from the beginning... I can't remember these things...

"Well, you can probably understand that... all the history of this world will be stored in the 'dream world'. The dream world is a fragment of the world where only information exists, and is closely connected to our world. The so-called 'nightmare' is the A small part of the history in the dream world was projected with the human soul as the cornerstone, and painted with the curse as the paint...or filled.

"Curse energy... it's a not-so-good energy source. It uses curses as a transmission medium to extract and preserve the power from the depths of the leylines as energy."

"...In that case, won't the mother-in-law buried the bones trouble you?"

Citalopram couldn't help asking.

Why does this sound vaguely like a demon...

You also want to use the planet as a boat?

But Boffis shook his head: "What we extract is not the energy of the earth, but the edge of the world further down from the earth. We first collect the curse dust through the curse energy windmill. After special treatment, the solidified The cursed dust smashed into the depths of the depths of the earth..."

When she said this, she suddenly stopped talking as if she realized something.

But citalopram roughly understood what she meant.

In short, it is a very unstable and highly polluting energy source, right?

"What about the specimen storage library?"

Citalopram spoke gently, and changed the topic that was embarrassing just now without a trace.

Sure enough, Boffis said slowly and seriously: "The specimen storage library is an artificial projection of a certain historical record...to create a nightmare that can be preserved for a long time.

"We Orser used to use spell energy a lot. Like you said, Granny Buried, Lady Silent and Mr. Yao all came to stop us. But at that time... Finally, when we reacted, it was already Absorbed too many curses. Our civilization can no longer survive.

"But we plan to leave something behind. The books are not long enough, and the stele and spar will be destroyed. We finally chose to use this method instead of written records... to preserve our complete history in batches.

"And if you want to create a nightmare that can exist forever, you need enough 'Silver Soul' as a fulcrum..."

Boffis gently opened her hands.

There was sadness in her eyes.

"...I was supposed to be one of the fulcrums."

She said softly and quietly: "If all goes well, I won't be here alone for more than a thousand years. I should have been a devotee, a seedbed of nightmares, a cornerstone of history...

"But now I'm...only I..."

Boffis squatted down slowly, hugged her knees with both hands, lowered her head and whispered softly:

"It's just me... being left behind by everyone. I'm so lucky, so unfortunate...

"—Only me, not dead."

Boffis' voice was very soft and quiet.

It's like everyone made an appointment to commit suicide, but in the end she was the only one who survived.

As she whispered, Citalopram saw some eerie, indescribable, indescribable spirit... rising from the azure blue rock of the surrounding ruins.

It wasn't like she or Boffis had a good-looking soul that was almost identical to her physical appearance.

Some are like chunks of blueberry-flavored candy, or stretched rice cakes.

The ghost blue spirit body is extremely slender and long. There are no hands or feet... but there are many heads and a very long "neck".

Those with two heads, those with three heads, those with five heads, those with seven heads, and those with eleven heads... The height also varies from three to four meters to more than 20 meters high.

Those heads and bodies are connected with translucent blue tentacles.

The taller the "seagrass", the greater the number of heads.

But the number of heads seems to be a prime number.

...like a giraffe with a lot of weird legs standing on its head.

A wonderful metaphor suddenly popped into citalopram's mind.

And the heads in each group of "giraffes" were whispering to the other heads in the same group, speaking a language that citalopram did not understand.

At this time, Citalopram suddenly realized... There was an inexplicable primary influence called "Elegant Whisper" on him.

...Although the wizards can't see it, are these special spirit monsters everywhere in the ruins?

Because these spirits seemed to float from the ground just because of Boffis' emotions. If there is no pale body, they should not be seen. I can only notice that the faint blue light on the ground seems to flow on the ground...

Looking at these strange spirits, citalopram bit his right thumb nervously.

. . . bad, too bad.

The shaking human head and seaweed-like spirit body of "guyoguyo" not only gave her no fear, but also made her feel inexplicably cute...

Maybe it's a filter and color matching issue.

If it weren't for this beautiful, fairyland-like blue-green color scheme, and a hazy shimmer. If the surrounding environment and these "human head seaweed" are replaced with black and red sticky texture, even citalopram will feel a little scared.

She really wants to feel it now to see if the touch of these "human head seaweed" is bouncing or soft...

If you suddenly go over and touch them, you will definitely be regarded as mentally ill by other players...

I want to take these home too, what should I do—

But before that...

"Can you leave with me, Porphys?"

Citalopram coughed lightly, squatted down and whispered to Boffis, who suddenly became depressed.

Quests, influences, teammates, etc... As long as you get Boffis' favor, or even pack Bofis away, you can get everything, right?

This is a once and for all move! (vibration)

When Boffis heard the words, she raised her head with a swipe.

I saw a smile on her face, how could she look like she was about to cry before: "Of course there is a way! After all, you are a believer of Princess Pale!

"When you get the magic art of 'backing dancer', you must come back to me! I am very good!"

...will you still cry?

Oops, how does it feel cuter...

"...I will definitely be back!"

Citalopram complied with her own desires and answered with great determination.

It turns out that the priest of the pale princess can really bring ghost pets...

Sure enough, I did not believe in God!

This guy called Princess Pale... Doesn't he understand it very well!

Although I have never met Princess Pale, I haven't heard the voice of the god I believe in, and I don't even know what Princess Pale looks like... But citalopram is inexplicably about this cheap god assigned to him, in his heart A little bit more.

The same sense of identity she had when discussing the bad content of r18g with netizens.

I always feel that the pale princess...is a partner!