I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 148 Dancer on the Dunes

Roland never imagined that the western edge of the world that Joan mentioned was only twenty kilometers away from here.

Standing on the mountain, Roland could see the scenery in all directions.

There are no trees here anymore, the desert has begun to encroach on the area.

He didn't see the path Joan had mentioned. Perhaps it was in the desert, or perhaps it was further west. But he could no longer see anything further west.

The wind was howling all around, and Roland was facing west, his eyes lost in thought.

There is a bottomless abyss ahead.

A hundred meters above my head, there were layers of clouds passing by.

Following the song of the Goddess of Wind, they roared towards the distant void, and then turned into a vast waterfall over the abyss at the edge of the world, rumbling into the abyss.

Near the waterfall, there are some floating boulders, and further ahead, there is nothing.

There was total darkness, no stars, no moon, no sound. It was empty and silent.

This is a dying world!

It only takes three days to walk from south to north.

In front of his vision, in the vast black sky, Roland heard the silent cry of this world.

That is the will of the world, its final echo on this land.

Qiong said, “There should have been a lot of roads ahead, but this world cannot bear the wanton growth of God’s servants, which has accelerated its decline.

It seems that the servants of the gods are helping the goddess Heraclea in their final moments, doing some strange things to the will of this world."

I don’t know what the Twilight Wizards are going to do, but they made such a big fuss this time, as if they were paying tribute to the goddess Helaka.

Joan said, "This world is about to die."

Roland said, "It's poetry."

Joan: "What?"

Roland said, "It's the poem of the Goddess Helaka. I heard it. The Goddess is burying it, but this is not death. It's not a funeral, it's a happy event. Happy, happy, no wonder the servants of the gods say it's happy."

Joan: “Huh?”

Roland said in a daze, "Great, great news, it worked. This butterfly is going to become an immortal."

Joan: “???”

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The poetry of the goddess Heraclea mentioned by Roland came from the sound of wind and sand in the desert.

When he released several Rank 0 ghosts from the Soul Niche and drove them into the desert, they became sluggish. Not long after, their bodies gradually disappeared and were led to the River Styx.

Joan said, "If you insist on not believing it, our family has a curse from the goddess Heraclea. We have studied the goddess Heraclea for a long time. You can throw a tree in there and try it."

Roland shook his head and said, "There's no need to try. All things have spirits, and trees are living things."

He said so, but he took out the small dimensional bag that he had snatched from the spider man, made space for it, and put a lush small tree and a withered small dead tree in it.

Then, under his control, the storage bag slowly floated into the air above the desert, where it remained for several minutes.

Roland then controlled the storage bag to slowly float back up. When the two opened it, they saw that the two trees inside had begun to wither and rot, and were covered in maggots.

Next, Roland began various experiments.

Joan was very calm. She sat on a big rock and combed her hair. "Roland, actually, the scenery of the river where we stayed before was quite nice."

"Roland, we are going to be the last two people in this world."

The road ahead of them was blocked by the desert. The strange trees behind them were gradually spreading towards them. In a week, the desert and the strange trees would devour the last area in the south.

Joan said a lot, but Roland didn't hear a word she said. He just said "hmm" and "haha" perfunctorily.

After a while, Roland turned around with shining eyes, only to find Joan braiding her hair.

There were many small braids on the soft golden long hair, and there were also many braids at the back of the long hair.

Roland had seen a statue of the goddess of nature in a church, and her hair looked just like this.

Big eyes and long eyebrows, a bit of heroism, a bit of tenderness. Looking closely, Miss Qiong really has a delicate face.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think it looks good?" Joan shyly played with her braids, delicately avoiding Roland's gaze.

For a moment, Roland's heart beat violently.

Roland fiercely covered his eyes and shouted in his heart: "Brother, you can't do this! Although these may be the last few days of my life, I don't want to be seduced by a man!"

Joan bit her lip. She knew what Roland was thinking. She mustered up the courage to say, "Roland, actually..."

Roland interrupted with a wave of his hand: "Don't say it! Don't say it, or we won't be good brothers anymore!"

Looking at the straight man in front of her, Qiong was extremely angry. She puffed out her chest and raised her head and said, "I'm not confessing my feelings. I'm saying that I actually..."

This beautiful person remained in this posture and turned into a wooden sculpture.

A ballet dancer inexplicably appeared behind her, as if treating Joan as a dance partner, dancing around her like a butterfly.

Roland stretched out his hand and waved, and the wooden sculpture of Qiong flew into his dimensional bag. Then Roland turned and looked at the desert.

"Forbidden place for the living, sacred place for the dead"

"Neither the living nor the dead can do it."

"What about things that are neither alive nor dead?"

In the desert ahead of Roland, there was a wooden carved mouse.

It stood quietly in the sand pile and had been here for more than half an hour.

The mouse wood carving is still safe and sound.

A dancing shoe accidentally hit the wooden sculpture of a mouse, sending it tumbling far into the sand. The dancer was quietly dancing on that small sand dune.

Leona is a mysterious creature, neither living nor dead!
The wood carvings touched by it are neither alive nor dead!
But the key point is, if Roland is turned into a wooden sculpture, who will lead the way?
The desert was endless, and even with a map, it was unclear if one could find their way out. It was unrealistic to let the ballet ghost walk on her own.

So Roland cannot be turned into a wooden sculpture.

He had to stay conscious and control Leona.

He needs to strap himself to Leona's back!

Roland put Leona away, threw out the chain and flew into the woods. He searched for a long time but couldn't find any suitable living creature.

After a while, he returned to the edge of the desert with nothing, and began to look for the wooden carved mouse in the desert, but he had no idea where the wooden carved mouse had been blown away or buried by the sand.

Roland's expression changed for a long time, and he took out a piece of bright red skin.

"I just tested the tree. After I threw the small tree wrapped in blood bark in there, it didn't rot, but its leaves withered. Does anyone know if Goddess Helaka took away the tree's spirit?"

"There's not a single mouse in this forest!"

"I can only experiment on myself."

Roland was determined to put the blood skin on himself, but suddenly he thought of something and hurriedly took out three soul incense sticks from his dimensional bag.

After lighting the incense, he bowed to the desert, then looked up at the dark sky and said, "Lady Helaka, your shepherd is also a butterfly. I'm sure I'll become an immortal in the future.

Please don't accept me today and leave me in the human world. I will work diligently in the future and promise to send more people to the lower world for you! "

After the worship, Roland stood on a big rock and called Leona over.

It flashed to five meters in front of Roland, dancing happily there, flashing here and there.

After a moment, under Roland's mental control, Leona calmed down. She stopped dodging and instead walked slowly on the flat ground with graceful dance steps.

After trying for a while, Roland said, "Leona, it depends on you again this time." It is not known whether Leona understood, but Roland said it anyway.

Afterwards, Roland summoned seven more good spirits.

He looked at the two kind souls with a complicated expression and said, "You have followed me for a long time. I should have given you a good home. But today I may have to sacrifice you.

After I put on the blood skin, I can't move my body and can't mobilize my magic. I need you to lift me up and put me on Leona. If it goes well, it's good. If not, I may need you to help me adjust my body position.

If so, you might come into contact with Leona.

You've fused with the divine skin, so you have a certain resistance. But you might still slowly turn into puppets. You must get into my dimensional bag as soon as possible. Otherwise, if you turn into puppets outside, I don't know if I can get you back into the bag.

In fact, outside the desert, Roland still has many ways to ensure that none of his good spirits are lost.

If a good spirit turns into a puppet, the worst that can happen is that I spend some more time to drive Leona away, take off the divine skin and start over again.

But once you enter the desert, things are different.

Along the way, Roland might fall off Leona at any time, and he might need the ghost's help at any time.

When he first started experimenting, he tried many ghosts and first-level evil spirits from the Soul Niches. Ghosts could only survive in the desert for a few seconds, and once inside, they lost control.

The evil spirit can hold out for a little longer, so you can manipulate it a little, but you can't count on it to be of much help.

The good spirits are level 2 and have mystical abilities, so they can definitely survive in the desert for a long time.

And Roland would definitely fall off Leona's body many times in the desert.

If Leona dodged, Roland wasn't sure if it could take him away with it - no one had ever tried this before!
Not to mention dodging, even Leona suddenly went crazy and walked normally. In this rugged sand dune, up and down. It would be a miracle if Roland didn't fall off it!
Therefore, Roland will definitely need the help of the good spirit on the road.

He added, "If you accidentally run into Leona while helping me on the way, then immediately follow the call of the goddess Heraclea and return to the Styx."

The seven good spirits had stiff expressions on their faces, and it was unclear whether they understood Roland's long string of words.

After giving some instructions, Roland posed on a big rock and put on the blood skin.

Afterwards, Roland was surprised to find that after putting on the blood skin, he could actually move slightly!
Although it was very difficult to move, like a slow puppet, it could move!

You know, Anna's strength and magic power far surpassed Roland's. After she was covered with the bloody skin, she could only cry and shed tears.

But after putting on the blood skin, he was able to move and even slightly mobilize the magic power in his body!
Suddenly, Roland was horrified. He said, "My skin and the god's skin are mixed together!"

The ghost servants were all integrated into the divine skin. After that, they changed slightly towards the mysterious side.

The degree of integration of Roland's skin is much higher than that of the ghosts!
At that time, his skin could not be recovered. Lilith helped burn it so that he could wear it!

At this time, Roland had been lifted up by the good spirits, and he was surprised to find that Leona had appeared in front of him at some point.

It stood there quietly, slightly bent at the waist. Several kind spirits carefully hung Roland on Leona's body. During the whole process, Miss Leona, who obviously had ADHD, did not move at all!

This prevented any of the good spirits from encountering Leona.

The good spirits finally cast a spell, binding Roland to Leona's back. The vines transformed into wooden sculptures, securing Roland's body.

Afterwards, the servants bowed deeply to Roland expressionlessly and flew back to the book.

Roland's face looked strange for a long time. He slowly moved his body and hugged Leona tightly, holding her soft shoulders.

This was the first real contact between the two dance partners.

It turns out that Leona is warm-hearted.

Leaning against Leona, Roland's expression softened for a long moment. A moment later, the wishing needle flew into Roland's hand. He looked at the desert, which was now within reach, and said, "This time, I really have to trouble you."

He was sure Leona understood.

Because she was like an elegant swan, tilting her head to the left and nodding, then tilting her head to the right and nodding. Then, like a puppet, she walked towards the desert with a click.

The sky was dark and filled with yellow sand.

The puppet carried Roland step by step, over one sand dune after another.

Her steps were slow, but so determined. She didn't waver once, letting Roland hold her tightly, pressing against her back. She never let her partner leave her side.

Because this is their dance. A new dance they created together today!

She would not allow her dance partner to leave her in the desert, and would not allow any mistakes to occur in their dance.

As we went deeper into the desert, the sun, moon, stars and the universe were obscured by the billions of holy scavengers of the goddess Heraka. It was pitch black in all directions, and it was difficult to see one's hand in front of one's face.

They couldn't tell the difference between day and night, and in the dark and windy weather, they kept walking and walking following the compass.

There was a faint starlight twinkling in the sky, like a pair of beautiful eyes, slightly raising their eyelids and taking a quick look at the travelers.

Immediately, the starlight disappeared, as if it were an illusion.

After a day and a night, the sky gradually became faintly illuminated.

After a long time, the wind became weaker.

The sky in the distance was still very dark, but something white could be faintly seen falling.

As they gradually stepped into the pure white silver lichen, Roland suddenly realized that it was snowflakes falling from the sky.

Suddenly, Leona disappeared and Roland fell to the ground with a thud.

It danced happily in the snow, and the snowflakes fluttering around it were like white butterflies surrounding her, and when they touched her, they turned into wood snow.

Leona's ballet costume was tattered and covered with wood-colored dust.

During these thirty hours, Leona did not stop, miraculously leading Roland across the vast desert. In the desert of the goddess Heraclea, she was not unscathed.

Roland looked at her, feeling deeply moved for a long time. He vowed that once he could use the blood skin well, he would give her a bath and find her clothes to wear.

A few hours later.
It snowed heavily that night, and a young wizard fell from the sky into the snow. Trembling, he put away his chains, looked around, put on his hood, and walked for a long time in the snow.

The wind and snow blocked his vision, and he couldn't tell where he was. Holding a strange pointer, he slowly moved forward in the snow.

Two hours later, a man who was almost frozen walked into a small but warm cave.

There seemed to be a wild beast in the cave taking shelter from the wind and snow. After smelling human presence, it roared fiercely a few times.

The man slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of pure black eyes. The beast let out a whine under the gaze of those eyes, and then its heart suddenly stopped, and it fell to the ground with a thud.

"It turned out to be just a bear."

Roland was nearly freezing to death, and he was starving, thirsty, and hungry.

He looked at the snow falling harder and harder outside the cave and thought, "It's pitch black outside, the snow is blowing hard, and the mountain path is so steep and rugged that I can't go any further. I'm already in poor condition, and if I get into another fight, I'm afraid I'll die. More haste, less speed. I'll have a good rest tonight. I'll continue my journey tomorrow when the snow is lighter."

He released ghost fog outside the cave to hide it, and then got busy inside the cave.

Ten minutes later, a bonfire was lit inside the cave. The bear's skin, half peeled, was thrown into the snow far outside the cave. A large pot of snow was melting and heating over the fire. There were also two towels inside.

Roland was sitting by the campfire, covering his nose while combing a wooden sculpture next to him.

Both he and the wooden sculpture exuded the stench of the desert, which made Roland frown.

After seeing Joan's body gradually recover from the puppet state, Roland felt her pulse.

"Alive!"

Roland breathed a sigh of relief. He added some potion to the hot water in the cauldron, then took off all his clothes, picked up the towel from the hot water, and wiped his whole body.

He'd have to boil all his clothes in the cauldron later. And so would Qiong's. Otherwise, if he stayed in the cave tonight, he'd end up vomiting while eating.

Many things in the storage bag have this foul smell!
When Joan woke up, she saw Roland sitting on a stone with his bare buttocks and his back to her, rubbing his body.

Before Joan could react to what was happening, she heard Roland say, "Are you awake? Hurry and rub my back. It stinks. If we don't clean it up, we won't be able to stay here tonight."

After a moment, Roland felt his trembling hands and wiped his back with a towel.

"Put on some more strength. You've never been scrubbed before, and you've never been to a bathhouse. Do you really want to watch others scrub you?"

The scrubber seemed very angry and worked very hard. Roland finally felt that the sticky stuff on his back had been rubbed off.

(End of this chapter)