“We often think that the greatest evil is cruel and bloody methods.
In fact, actuarial judgment, forward-thinking decision-making and unbiased strategies are the most terrifying things.
That is the true source of deep evil. "
——"Breathe heavily, whisper softly - Gu Long's Proverb"
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Morocco didn't try to leave again.
The world outside the window is like a disemboweled corpse, with ugly wounds everywhere. Another row of giants flew up, taking away the corresponding volume and surface area, and by the way, a dozen vague dark figures rolled and leaked into the cracks on the edge.
The land shrinks dramatically.
Dreams make the cradle without cities. After removing the decorations of the dream, only clusters of fortress arrays represented the gathering place of the dragons. The scattered gathering places are separated by a large number of primitive ecological areas and sporadic strange strongholds of creeping spirits.
Except for the areas that were promised to be preserved and protected, nothing was treated as promised.
The mysterious crater has already landed, and the solid foundation of the earth is taking off. The remaining matter flows, ejects, decomposes, or is carried away haphazardly and violently thrown off.
The losses are natural, innumerable, and unbearable to look at.
Moro Yelifu turned her face sideways.
The giants are obviously more aware of time. One group after another, they reveal their bodies one after another, like a reverse meteor shower, arranged in a slightly regular and unrelated formation, pulling out trail after trail, towards the distant target. Leave in a straight line.
Under the tremor, the giant spirits seemed to be inspired by the fellow travelers, and they moved away in a scattered manner.
The circular singing voice was mixed with a line-like roar, running through the entire plane. The wind and earth, the earth and the sky intertwined and left, the great deeds collapsed, and the sound field became blurred.
Icha grabbed Moroje River by the shoulders and led her to levitate in a room that looked like the inside of a shaking jar.
Such proactive actions quickly paid off. The ship-shaped window turned into a huge irregular window with two "clicks", and the large window turned into a large exposed hole - the wall in front fell forward like a cup lid that had been blown away after a violent vibration, It broke into countless pieces before it hit the bottom of the fall.
A tangible coldness rushed towards my face.
The djinn had left in significant enough numbers that the temperature had dropped again. The ground is staggered and devastated.
The silver dragon grasped her cloak tightly with one hand and prepared to spread her wings - she already had enough energy to do so.
"Cold?"
Yi Cha's voice sounded at the right time, and a burst of suppressed energy that she was very familiar with flowed from him, burning her thoughts of changing forms.
"not cold."
It's actually very cold. Moro Yelifu gritted his teeth before saying this.
"Don't worry." Yi Cha chuckled, "You may need to fly later."
He flew her out of the window, his claws leaving scorch marks on her shoulders.
it's too cold.
Except for the shoulder that was grabbed by Yi Cha, Moro Yelifu felt that his exposed hands and feet were almost frozen.
Did the temperature disappear? Or does the heat stop moving? When your body hits a new space, you can feel that the heat is still there.
But once it stops, the cold comes back with a vengeance.
Moroje River wanted to start moving as quickly as possible - now her physical strength was enough to save a small gathering place from collapse. But Yi Cha held her firmly and stopped in the air again, seeming to be observing something intently.
"Is it cold?" Yi Cha drew a half arc to avoid a giant rising from the ground.
Moro Yelifu watched as a purple tower in the distance shook, exploded into three sections, and each of the three sections crashed - that was the dragon territory outside their four tribes.
The distance and distance didn't seem to matter at this moment - she really felt heartbroken for the purple dragon with whom she had only communicated dozens of times.
The only thing that matters right now is the distance and distance. Only the enumerated gathering places can remain in existence... only because of the individual will of a demon!
"Is it cold?" the devil asked again.
The cooling occurred at the same time as the evacuation of the giant spirits and giants, and she naturally knew that there was a deep connection between them.
After the Giant and the Giant are gone, the Cradle of Dreams will fall into the ice cellar.
This is a side effect of the devil's plan. Moroje River suddenly realized that at this moment, this side effect was the most terrifying fatal crisis.
Dimly, she knew why Yi Cha had forced her to stay here again and again.
"The giants and giant spirits...where are they going?" Silver Dragon's mind was spinning and he asked unconsciously.
"They're not coming back. Do you still care?"
Echa pulled Morojerifu higher and higher, rising above the majestic and gloomy tombstone of Dosica East Fort.
The shape of a dark tomb lay beneath their feet. They are on the central axis. The Silver Dragon's territory has been reinforced, and although the giants underneath it have flown away, they still stubbornly rely on a few tangible and invisible thin pillars to sway in the increasingly strong wind.
Many rooms in Dorsika East Fort were shattered—the one they were in just now was one of them. After they flew out, it was completely crushed. The edge of the fortress has lost its smooth arcs and straight lines, and has become rough, with many noise spots.
Overall, compared to other places in Dream Maker's Cradle, this place is still "still alive".
What can’t be stopped is the overall atmosphere.
Colder. Noisier. More broken.
"I don't care." Moro Yelifu trembled with all his strength, and his voice became broken. She was shivering deliberately to avoid freezing.
"Why?" The devil is laughing.
He is laughing again.
"I want to know."
Moroje River squeezed the sound out of her lips, and the indignation finally poured out. "I want to know! Why all this is happening! Who murdered us! Who cut off our life?
Where will the dream go? Does the future exist? And...your plan! why are you doing this? Inflict such repeated torture? "
"Just my plan?"
"It's not just your plan! Although you are more terrifying than the enemy..." Moroje River hissed, "Everything!
I've had enough of being deceived, manipulated, framed, frozen, plotted against, powerless, and dependent on others!
If we need to rely on the personal will of others to survive, then let’s rely on my will! "
Her shouts tore through the sky, as if an ancient voice was resonating with her.
Yi Cha couldn't stop laughing.
"cold!!!!!"
Frost formed on Moroje River's hands and feet and crawled up her arms and calves. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "It's so cold!!!!!!"
"yes."
The devil's slow voice sounded right next to her ears. "Fly."
Moroje River felt an unbearable burning pain in her head, and stars were shooting out of her eyes.
The golden sheep suddenly appeared in the air, leaping in a perfect arc.
Icha dropped Moro Yelifu and dodged to the side.
Golden light shines everywhere.
The next second, the silver dragon burst through the space, appeared majestically, and burst out with a thundering roar.
On the central axis, the devil and the silver dragon swooped down, one on the left and the other on the right.
Wow——
Two streaks of strange-colored flames rolled down and flooded Dosika East Fort.
The sea of fire burned.
