Muhadi had a feeling that the Witch Kings might not be happy to see him return.
The psychic used his powers to shield himself from prying eyes, and created several clones to confuse his pursuers. But he knew in his heart that in dealing with the Witch King, these methods could delay the attack for a while at most.
Therefore, as soon as he returned to the magic ship, he ordered it to set sail immediately. Due to the growing tension between the Fatimids and the First Cause followers of the Astral Sect, folk magic ships cannot go directly to Atas and can only divert from Mystara. Mohadi thought about it, decided not to make it too conspicuous, and agreed to the arrangement.
Captain Semen, who was transformed into an undead, did not seem to have lost his professional skills. At least in Muhadi's opinion, there was nothing wrong with his command, and he was much more honest. Looking at it this way, dying once really helps improve one's character. Educational theories on Earth have never mentioned this.
Some sailors seemed to turn a blind eye to the captain's sudden changes, probably because they were used to all the strange things that happened to him. However, a small number of crew members appeared doubtful. A Githyanki sailor wearing an open shirt, rotten teeth, and a pair of yellow eyes directly questioned the psion after taking a few gulps of alcohol.
"Our captain." He said, his breath full of alcohol, which made the psychic frown. "It looks a little different. What did you do to him?"
"I'm glad you've noticed that he's become more civilized, too," the Psion said. "Now get back to your station, sailor, this ship is about to sail."
"I'm not talking about his upbringing!" The Githyanki spoke with a thick accent. "Why did he turn into a skeleton? What the hell are you doing on this bad guy's planet in the main material plane?"
"It's not a ghost, but your guess is not too far off." Mohadi frowned and glanced at the sailor. "For the specific details, I suggest you just imagine it yourself. Otherwise, you will have to follow him to lose weight."
The sailor took a step back, fear outweighing doubts in his thoughts.
Witch King Dlegos, Witch King Malik, and the hidden Lyra and her "grand plan" When the magic ship took off and sailed towards the endless star realm, Muhadi thought silently in his heart These names are thoughtful.
When the magic ship gets closer to the star field where Atas is located, the more frequently it encounters the ships of pilgrims from various worlds. Some are traditional and rustic in appearance, looking just like ordinary seagoing ships. There are also some strange-looking spaceships, such as a giant nautilus or a giant squid. When Muhadi disappeared, the ambitious sorcerer king, fanatical believers filled with jihadist ideas, greedy businessmen and bandits combined to form an incredibly powerful force. Templars, psions, druids of the Starhespense, and savage nomads from a thousand tribes continue to expand the frontiers, always marching in all directions. Now, these conquered worlds are the source of a new wave of holy wars. This process may seem unstoppable, but the psion feels that a great schism is just around the corner.
The Atas people are essentially a short-lived and rare ethnic group. Very few humans in Atas live past the age of fifty without illness or disaster, and even among the elves in Atas, only a handful can live to be a hundred and fifty years old. The total number of all Athas intelligent creatures combined does not exceed 40 million, which is less than the population of a country in some prosperous worlds. The huge magic ship that travels across the star realm, the extraordinary physical strengthening technology of the druids of the Starhespense sect, the Witch King's spell that can shatter the stars - all of these cannot change the nature of the Athas people, an ancient but dying The last residents of the cruel world, they are cruel and violent, cunning and cunning.
The wisdom bred in the nomadic tradition has overwhelmed the Athas people in front of the vast star realm, and the magnificent multiverse is completely unreasonable to them.
Dedicated to the One True God, the conquerors of Athas claim dominion over thousands of conquered worlds, demiplanes, and planes. The power of the empire is stretched thin by this huge territory, and the worlds are far apart. Rebellions sprang up and were never completely extinguished. The tribesmen of Atas used the war skills they learned in that blood-red desert illuminated by the setting sun to fight against their enemies. This earned them a reputation as tough and ruthless, and also planted more and more seeds of rebellion. The ambitious Witch-Kings who form the backbone of the Great Crusade are at odds with each other, tribesmen and revolutionaries, psions and archdruids, guardian mages and blasphemer mages.
Not to mention the false prophet Danjar and Lyra hiding in the dark who have attracted many followers.
Lyra¡¯s weird spiritual power and indescribable blood magic used the connection between Muhadi and his descendants to extract the power of some of the wise men and wise men of the world. Her purpose and motives, the psion can only guess.¡ª¡ªAnd the most conservative among them was enough to shock him from the depths of his soul.
The night before arriving at Mystara, the Psion had a long-awaited dream.
The earth is barren and dead, the sky is gray and dim, and the surroundings are vast and lifeless.
"False prophet." A voice sounded, vibrating and echoing in the dream.
"Who is there!" Muhadi shouted.
"A person who has been replaced by you." The voice said. Then, Danjar's figure appeared in the dream.
¡°It turned out to be my fake.¡± Muhadi responded. "Are you tired of hiding and want to end your existence?"
"I'm not here to fight you, Rajat." Danjar shook his head, his voice becoming distant and tired. "On the contrary, I'm here to propose a win-win plan."
¡°Say what you want to say,¡± the Psion folded his arms in his dream. "It's my freedom to listen or not."
"Why do you insist on calling yourself Mohadi? When you clearly know that you are the Prime Warlock, Rajat? Many wise men have revealed your true name, why do you deceive yourself?" Danjar said in an almost sincere tone. "You can restore the real name of Rajat and return my identity to me. Between you and me, there is no need for us to fight. I can even swear allegiance to you - provided you swear allegiance to the First Cause."
"I am the spokesperson and shadow of the Great Master in the multiverse. No one is as loyal as me."
"Then you have no reason to refuse." Danjar said. "Why not eliminate a bloody civil war before it starts? What about your love for the world? In order to deceive yourself, would you rather the multiverse shed blood?"
"I am Muhadi." The psychic shook his head and rejected the other party's proposal. "Beyond doubt and beyond dispute."
Danjar was silent for a long moment, then he shrugged. "If you want to keep pretending, then so be it But no disguise can hide loneliness. All your relationships are based on lies, at least, thin and fragile. You know it deep down: even if you are in a crowd Among them, you are also with a group of strangers. You are also a stranger to yourself."
¡°Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Chapter 2.¡± The psychic replied. "You are derived from the fragments of my soul, so you can only pick up chapters and sentences and pick up wisdom from others."
"Or on the contrary, I am the one who was born on the earth and came from the earth. You just used the mind demon to devour the fragments of my soul."
The psychic wanted to retort, but Danjar's figure had disappeared.
Next, his master Tian Qin also appeared in the dream. Her face was unclear, and she said in the voices of an old woman, a beast, a man, and a child at the same time: "The wheel of fortune has turned, and the prophesied moment is coming. You are already too late!" It sounded like some kind of threat.
¡°Time is relative,¡± Muhadi retorted. "There is no difference between early and late. In different frames of reference, the order of events is not necessarily certain."
Tianqin's face fluctuated like running water, and faces appeared and disappeared In the end, her face actually transformed into Ayesha's appearance. The girl's voice said, "You are already too late!". This time, it didn't sound like a threat, but rather a bit sad.
"When did it become too late?" the psychic asked doubtfully.
"Before you appeared. Before the Witch Kings appeared. Before civilization appeared in Atas. What has been done will be done again, and what will be done will be done." The girl's voice replied, which was confusing. "Time is horizon, the past is future, and the future is past."
"I do not understand what you are saying."
"Don't you remember? Of course, now you can't remember the history that will happen, but has already happened. Muhadi," the girl said the name of the psychic. "Rajat," she said and then another, "Looper."
"Don't you understand? You are Alpha, you are Omega, you are the beginning and the end. Time time is like a twisted maze, and you are the monster entrenched in it - an ouroboros that swallows its own tail. With everyone Like a wise man, you are one of the keynotes, and when I am ready, the multiverse will ring with my song."
"Congratulations, they say the crazier a psychic is, the more powerful he is." The psychic congratulated cautiously. "It seems that you are indeed much more powerful."
The dream shook, then became blurry, and everything disappeared.
The next day, the crew of the magic ship awakened the Psion in terror.
Half of the sailors were missing, with no sign of a fight, no sign of magic or psychic powers. Use psychic energy to detect the past,No clues could be found. They were on the ship, as usual, and then suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Muhadi was greatly shocked, although his face did not change color at all. Next, he discovered something even more incredible.
The magic ship he was on was no longer the original one.
They look almost identical, with the same structure, the same decoration, and even the damage left in the previous battle. However, further inspection revealed that the wooden planks used in some decks seemed to have experienced hundreds of years overnight. Some of the pulleys on the ship that fixed the cables seemed to be working better than before. Two crew members who had been suffering from chronic diseases unexpectedly recovered, and they were thought to be impossible to cure. A few of the sailors seemed younger. All kinds of things.
What has been done will be done again, and what will be done will be done. Mohadi repeated this strange slogan and seemed to understand something.
"How long until we reach Mystara?" the psion asked a frightened sailor.
"What?" The man seemed to be a native of the star realm, a half-elf old pirate, rude and dirty, who was frightened out of his mind by the incomprehensible weird events. "Shouldn't we investigate what happened?"
¡°Only half of the people are missing, and the remaining people can work double the time.¡± Muhadi said. "How many days will it take to reach Mystara at the earliest?"
"Three days, three days at the fastest." The sailor was forced by the majesty of the psychic and replied.