Although Jeremy and Ritchie felt a tinge of reluctance, they unhesitatingly set forth on the path ahead.
"If we wish to rescue these villagers, we must eliminate the architect of the apocalypse ga within the Tower of Exile.
I believe there is a high probability that there exists only one architect of the apocalypse ga inside the Tower of Exile, and that is the White Tower.
I do not think that the most formidable entity among the apocalypse ga architects, known as the Fool, would remain in the Tower of Exile indefinitely. The Fool must be engaged in sothing of greater importance."
As they moved forward, Jeremy continuously shared his conjectures with Ritchie.
At tis, Ritchie nodded in agreent.
While at other monts, he furrowed his brow in deep contemplation.
Although Ritchie had already acquired a significant amount of information, his ability to integrate that information was notably poor.
He was unable to assess the overall situation through minute details as Jeremy did.
After advancing for a while, the two found themselves once again enveloped in the fog.
This signified that they had completely departed from the previous historical mist.
"From now on, you must closely follow in my footsteps! I believe this stretch of historical mist will prove to be exceedingly long. If you are unable to keep up, I may very well beco utterly lost in this place."
Jeremy instinctively issued a warning to Ritchie.
The reason Jeremy expressed this concern was that he had sensed the vast expanse enveloped by this historical mist.
Even with the gift of the King of Ti and Space, Jeremy found himself unable to ascertain the endpoint of the historical mist.
Ritchie quickly nodded in acknowledgnt and then did his utmost to keep pace with Jeremy.
The two of them advanced through the fog, though they had lost all sense of ti.
Both Ritchie and Jeremy felt as though their stamina was on the verge of depletion.
At that mont, a glimr of light suddenly pierced through not far from them.
Upon seeing this light, Jeremy imdiately exclaid to Ritchie, "Hold on! We are about to erge from the historical mist!"
Jeremy sprinted towards the direction of the light, with Ritchie struggling to keep up behind him.
After passing through the light, Jeremy and Ritchie found themselves in a somber space.
Although the entire area was remarkably expansive, the sky above was completely shrouded in ominous clouds. In the distance of their sight, both of them beheld a colossal tower.
This tower was the very one Jeremy had glimpsed in the mories of the Cyclops.
It was none other than the Tower of Exile!
The mont Jeremy laid eyes on the Tower of Exile, he finally allowed himself to smile.
"It seems this is the last stretch of historical mist we must traverse! As long as we can erge from this fog, we will reach the Tower of Exile."
Jeremy's words brought imnse joy to Ritchie.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let us hasten towards the tower!"
After uttering this exclamation, Ritchie began advancing in the direction of the tower.
Though Jeremy felt that Ritchie's approach was sowhat reckless, he refrained from stopping him.
After they had progressed for a while, they abruptly realized that the distance between themselves and the tower remained unchanged. The tower perpetually lingered at the farthest point of their sight.
"What on earth is happening? Why do I feel as though we have been moving for such a long ti without closing the gap to the tower?"
Ritchie inquired of Jeremy, his tone tinged with confusion.
Jeremy's expression reflected a slight gloom, and he rely shook his head, offering no response.
"Should we continue moving forward? I can't shake the feeling that no matter how much we press on, we won't ever reach the tower." Find your next read on m_v l|e-
Ritchie continued to press for answers.
Once again, Jeremy remained silent, and his reticence filled Ritchie with concern.
Ritchie found Jeremy's current deanor to be exceedingly strange. He had already donned the Ravager's Gloves he had brought with him.
If Jeremy were to suddenly transform into a monster, Ritchie would imdiately launch an attack.
After a brief mont of silence, Jeremy turned to Ritchie and said,
"We can no longer proceed, continuing forward is a trap. The tower we see at the very edge of our vision is not the Tower of Exile at all!"
Jeremy's revelation left Ritchie utterly astonished.
"If that tower is not the Tower of Exile, then where on earth is the Tower of Exile? There are no other structures in this space!"
Faced with Ritchie's inquiry, Jeremy furrowed his brow, unsure of how to respond.
Jeremy's previous judgnt stemd entirely from the lack of any perceived spatial changes.
This indicated that, on a spatial level, they had not actually made any progress whatsoever.
After pondering for a mont, Jeremy suddenly had an epiphany and exclaid.
"It is highly probable that we are already within the Tower of Exile. However, the Tower of Exile we currently inhabit is rely a newly constructed version."
"No deities have yet been born within the Tower of Exile! The formidable powers of the White Tower cannot directly affect us. It can only entrap us using High-Dinsional Data."
"The distant tower we perceive is likely an illusion created by the High-Dinsional Data. Our task now is to shatter this illusion and uncover the true scene surrounding us."
Jeremy's words deepened Ritchie's confusion.
Nevertheless, Ritchie grasped Jeremy's line of reasoning and directly asked.
"According to your logic, how should we go about breaking the illusion around us? Should we use the data storage device to capture all the surrounding High-Dinsional Data?"
Ritchie's thoughts aligned with Jeremy's.
Jeremy nodded and promptly retrieved the data storage device.
The mont the storage device was activated, all the surrounding High-Dinsional Data was drawn into it.
As the High-Dinsional Data dissipated, Jeremy and Ritchie suddenly discovered that they were actually in a sealed room.
This enclosed space was surrounded by colossal stones, the very sa monoliths they had once encountered in the Cetery of Giants.
This confird that Jeremy's hypothesis was indeed correct.
"You are absolutely right, we are currently within the Tower of Exile! But how do we escape from here? This room is completely sealed!"
Ritchie assessed his surroundings.
He attempted to manipulate the shadows within the room, but after several tries, he realized that the shadows possessed very little power.
Faced with this predicant, Jeremy remained entirely unperturbed.
He rely tapped his hand against the walls of the room.
After knocking for a short while, he suddenly identified a weak spot.
"Step back, I will use the Longsword of the Undying to cleave this wall!"
Under Jeremy's command, Ritchie took a step back.
Then, Jeremy swung the Longsword of the Undying forcefully at the vulnerable wall. At the mont the sword struck the feeble barrier, the wails of giants echoed through the air.
At that mont, the wall suddenly collapsed.
Once the wall had completely crumbled, Jeremy and Ritchie finally caught sight of what lay on the other side.
On the other side of the wall, several cyclopes were busily constructing a wall using enormous stones.
Upon witnessing this, Jeremy imdiately realized that although the Tower of Exile had largely been completed, the finishing touches were still not finished.
The cyclopes in front of them were engaged in those final tasks.
The wounded cyclops, who was howling in pain, glared nacingly at Jeremy and Ritchie while clutching its bleeding arm.
anwhile, the other cyclopes standing beside the injured one had already ard themselves and were preparing to launch an attack against Jeremy and Ritchie.
Jeremy quickly addressed these cyclopes, saying,
"I do not wish to be your enemy! In fact, I can even be considered your ally! We share a common foe! We are all trapped here by the enemy!"
Jeremy's words had a certain impact.
The cyclopes did not imdiately attack him, but they also did not lower their guard.
A few cyclopes standing nearby cautiously surveyed their surroundings.
Then, the injured cyclops slowly inquired of Jeremy,
"Who exactly are you? How did you end up in this sealed room? If the intelligent machines discover us, we shall all pay a heavy price.
Since you have managed to escape from the sealed room, you should leave at once. The intelligent machines should pose no threat to you."
The injured cyclops spoke in a remarkably calm tone.
From their exchange, Jeremy and Ritchie gleaned crucial information.
The intelligent machines were likely the overseers monitoring the cyclopes, and their presence indicated that High-Dinsional Data had highly aggregated.
Even if the White Tower had not yet been born, it was alarmingly close to coming into existence.
"Our purpose in coming here is to eliminate the malevolent deity that is in the process of being born!"
Jeremy declared without hesitation.
A look of panic crossed the faces of the cyclopes as they scrutinized Jeremy's expression, seemingly trying to determine whether he was speaking the truth or boasting.
"I hope you can believe what he is saying! His power is trendous, and if you provide him with assistance, he can indeed eliminate the malevolent deity that is being born!"
Ritchie quickly added, standing beside Jeremy. Ritchie also hoped that Jeremy's approach would persuade the cyclopes to offer them sufficient help.
After all, they would surely not be able to gather enough intelligence on their own.
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