MTL - Dawn of the Grey Tower-Chapter 82 God of Weaving Webs

The latest website: The research site of the weaving master Goethe is very easy to identify, mainly because on this stained spider silk platform, the spider web with an exceptionally clean color and exquisite weaving pattern is really conspicuous.

What can be seen is that the weaving method of those spider silks adopts a pattern similar to human weaving. Three strands of more obvious spider silks form a main thread, and then combine and expand with each other, finally forming a large area with similar patterns. Area.

From a distance, it doesn't look like a web used by spiders to hunt and live here, but rather like a tapestry hanging in a palace. The interlocking mysterious texture alone is enough to make people marvel at the ingenuity of the maker craft. Goethe's research institute, just under this piece of tapestry, is a drop-shaped small room hanging upside down.

One person and two spiders entered the downward corridor through the opening on the surface, and soon entered the interior of the research room. Here you can see the wooden platform, on which there are many different styles of spider silk, and those of them are swollen after absorbing water. The ones and the moldy ones were carefully separated.

In addition, in the depths of the research room, there is a statue made of unknown materials. Its shape is roughly like a spider, but it does not only have eight legs, but densely packed with tens or hundreds of thin legs, and the same overgrown covered the whole head, eyes like herpes.

"Don't be nervous, that is our god, the old god. Its name is Drodes, the web weaver with thousands of legs and eyes, and the web weaved by it covers the whole world, passing through dreams and reality, sky and sky. land. But that is already an ancient myth, our **** has not responded to us for many years, maybe it has never really responded, and the stories in the records may be fabricated by the ancestors. In short, it is now just some It is a symbol that weavers are used to displaying in their workshops."

Seemingly sensing Youni's surprise at the statues in the room, Goethe took the initiative to explain. From his words, it was not difficult to hear that the spiders had lost much respect for this so-called god, and they didn't even use her to call Drodes, they only called her. It can be seen that this image no longer requires pious belief.

This phenomenon is not uncommon. Many human settlements also retain patterns and patterns transformed by ancient gods, such as the family emblems of the nobles in the Cangshi Kingdom, some of which can be traced back to the age of superstition. Beasts are the gods they once believed in.

The gods in primitive beliefs change from intangible to tangible, and then from sublime to non-sublime, and finally flow into and integrate into people's daily life. This has nothing to do with the continuation of belief, and may just be an inevitable process.

However, when Youni listened to Goethe's introduction in a ignorant manner and turned his attention away from the **** of weaving with thousands of feet and eyes, Cheese, who saw the statue through the feather buckle, suddenly remembered something. A picture that is dusty in my memory.

In that memory, he was in some kind of unreal realm, not the Fairy Realm or the Mirror Realm, not even the chaotic void outside the world, if you have to say, there is a gap there. Gap is a synonym for the gap between things, and the space in the gap is the space between reality and concept, realm and realm, where everything is divided and everything meets.

In the same position, you can feel the heat of fire and the cold of ice because you are standing in the gap between hot and cold, and in the same way you can be there and here because you are standing in the gap between positions. The gap is so crazy and blurred, so as long as you step on it once, you will never forget it. However, the memory is so vague in Cheese's mind, as if it came from a very far time node. He existed before.

The gap is not empty, just like the mirror world, there are many gaps here, which may be called creatures, such as the gap fishing that Cheese once encountered in the witches' homes. Crabs are dangerous existences hiding in the gaps and attacking prey.

But in his memory, the scene he saw was even more magical and shocking. He saw a huge spider web spreading wantonly in the gap, and the border of the spider web connected this and that, that and this, reality and dream, shadow and reality, that is A web woven by a being, she could certainly be called a god. The god's body lost all vitality, its huge body was hanging from the lower end of its own big net, a thousand hands were hanging down at will, some were hanging on the net, a thousand eyes lost their spirit, and some were even broken and oozing pus.

That is a dead god, who has been dead for an unknown amount of time, because there is no time in the gap, so her death cannot be arranged in the order of time in the flow of time. But the gray mage knew very well that the death he saw had already happened, long before he stepped into the gap.

He understood for no reason that this was the first time he had witnessed the death of a so-called god, and that dead person was the Drodes who was once worshiped by the golden spider Goethe's group, the weaver of the web of the world and maintainer. She died before eternity and after thousands of years. Her death symbolizes that the big net will lose new additions. Although the old ones will not be destroyed immediately, there will still be a day when they will decay and break, just like now. Same thing happened to the spiders.

"Why, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Whose memory is this? Why do I remember these, and why do I go in front of it in that memory?" Cheese frowned and murmured in a low voice.

He soon had no chance to think about it, because with memory comes knowledge. That knowledge is not some obscure idea or alchemical formula, it is like a person who sees the color of the sky and knows what blue is, because he has witnessed the death of the **** who spins the web.

In a sense, what he knows is the signal of the doomsday. For a long time, the cobwebs in the gaps have maintained the unity of this world, gluing different things together to form the whole of the world. But now, there are no more web spinners, and it's only a matter of time before they fall apart. The gap is expanding, so the evil gods can enter and exit here more easily. When the big net really collapses one day, this world known by people will also be scattered in an indescribable way.

It's like a clock that has been quiet for a long time has been wound up, like a waterwheel in a dry river that has ushered in the torrent again. After the awakening of those memories, Cheese felt some kind of pressure and motivation, a familiar and strange feeling. The feeling came back to him, and it only made him feel like a lifetime away.

"It turned out to be like this, no wonder it happened like this."