"What you said is correct." Yi Cha said, "But..."
Modon looked at him patiently, waiting for an explanation. The old dragon and the young dragon also looked at him, forgetting the quarrel.
Then Kezier, Morojeliver and Bolozir came with the Lamp of Confusion, attracting all the attention.
To be precise, they were being chased by the Lamp of Confusion.
The door to the underground hall made a loud bang, turning from closed to open. A white angel whizzed in carrying two other smaller figures.
Yi Cha knew that it was Ke Qier, and also knew that it was his fastest speed.
Seraphs can travel as fast as light, with Seraphim possessing up to about one percent of this speed. Ke Qier is a little slower than the average Quan Angel - both physically and mentally.
Ke Qier obviously couldn't go any faster now.
Behind him was a rushing torrent, even faster than him. The torrent filled the entire channel, making a corrosive sound, and the color was beyond the demon's recognition range, like a mutated cosmic snake approaching the angel's toes.
"Get out of the way!! Get out of the way!!!" Ke Qier screamed loudly.
Dozens of black dragons approaching that position subconsciously gave in, like bubbles being dispersed by the air current.
"Close the door." Yicha called to Modong. He actually said these two words the moment the door opened with a bang. But these two words seemed to be tightly grasped by the air as soon as they were spoken, and they were released after a pause.
He realized that the influence of the Lamp of Confusion had spread to the hall. The rules have been twisted and deformed - in a direction that is difficult for a demon to predict.
Almost immediately, he knew the pause wasn't the weirdest thing.
The weirdest thing was seeing myself spit out the concrete glyph of the word "close the door".
The two hard words were like some kind of metal ornament produced out of thin air, and they hit Mo Dong's chest.
"You don't need to talk nonsense!" Old Black Dragon suddenly stood up and said sternly - his words also turned into concrete glyphs and rolled down on the table.
At the same time, the young dragon seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world, covering his face and screaming.
Mo Dong looked much calmer - I hope it was more than meets the eye. He waved his hand, and a group of black dragons closest to the door flew up and rushed over to close the door. In fact, under the same consciousness, the Anti-Bone Dragon manipulated them without even waving a hand. The purpose of waving his hands is to stretch the charged rune arrays so that their range overlaps at the gate to block the energy and spells.
Yi Cha also helped in this matter - or in other words, Mo Dong helped Yi Cha.
Because after Yi Cha called out those two words, he flew down from the high platform, popped out the thin connecting wire and tried to close and block the door. More realistically, this incident actually happened after he tried to cast the spell.
Yicha originally wanted to cast a normal spell, but his thoughts turned into concrete words and were thrown to the ground, and the drawn incantation shape was twisted into the shape of noise and shock waves.
The smoothness of time is disrupted, the solidity of matter is disrupted, and the fluctuations of energy are rioting in chaos.
For a moment, Yi Cha hoped that Mo Dong had a better way to resist the Lamp of Confusion. After all, as a dragon, he must be more familiar with the dream of the ancestor.
The black dragon held up the door, and when the crimson connecting thread sewed the door shut, the glowing runes also flowed to the door, adding another layer to the ancient spell above.
Add a layer of "join:stitch" to check. The stitching is rough and messy, not maximally optimized, just trying its best. A hundred locking spells sounded in his mind, but none of them were effective at this moment.
"Command: Close."
"Order: Blockade."
"Order: Stop."
"Order: Stop."
Natural ability is the last remaining layer of support. He slapped all his innate domain energy on the door.
The door is closed. It seems to be closed. It seemed to be reluctantly closed.
The runes all lit up, and almost no words were visible when stacked together. The connecting threads are densely packed, almost forming a columnar cocoon.
There was a big impact on the gate. All the runes trembled, and several thin threads were broken.
Resisted.
Only then did Yi Cha realize that he had been doused in the concrete words spit out by Ke Qil. The angel stood beside him, holding the silver dragon with one hand and the green dragon with the other, breathing hard.
There was another muffled sound outside. The door bulged.
At this time, the black dragons began to disperse. At this time, Ke Qier screamed "get out of the way" twice before falling to the ground.
Icha pulled the three people who came in back to the high platform, and the angel's thoughts were sprinkled all the way.
Without squinting, he returned to his seat, sat down with a bang, and drank the two cups of tea in front of himself and Mo Dong. After a second, they all spat out.
Moroje River and Bolozir seemed to want to say something, but were stunned by this. Ke Qier obediently handed over the handkerchief.
"Wow!! Are you okay!!!" The young black dragon exclaimed as he freed his face from his palms.
"What's the matter? He can already hear me." Old Long said disdainfully.
Yi Cha wiped his mouth and paused for a while.
really. The influence of the Lamp of Confusion was temporarily isolated.
He could hear the words of normality again. Can also react.
Some of Modon, Keqil, Moroje River, and Bolozir looked around, some looked at each other, and finally their eyes fell on him. The hive mind stared at him.
The lights of confusion outside the door were still pounding the door. They bought time, but it was not a long-term solution.
All kinds of looks, all kinds of emotions and doubts, and he'd better say something before they did. At the very least, you should cast a spell at the door to strengthen the defense.
My body was too heavy to move.
He regretted not using energy carefully just now. The holes caused by classification, the fatigue caused by excessive energy consumption for a long time, and various injuries competing for the first place, all cloud the heart.
"I do not understand."
It was a blessing that Mo Dong opened his mouth to fill the silence.
Among the various questions, the one that Yi Cha is least afraid of dealing with right now is the problem of the anti-bone dragon. He had already made preparations that were not the biggest, but the most efficient.
Mo Dong asked the expected words:
"The Lamp of Confusion...why is it still here?"
"How can a broken dream be resurrected?" the young dragon also asked.
"I'm afraid the answer to this question is the same as the other question." Yi Cha took a breath and said, "It's the same as why it has become the dragon's enemy now."
"How can the ancestor be our enemy!" The old black dragon continued, "The ancestor has no self-awareness. It is the source of our strength..."
"A tool and ruleset for you to use?"
The old dragon did not continue, and Modong nodded:
"That's right. Dreams are created by us. We can pour our own consciousness into dreams. If dreams are conscious, they are just a reflection of the dreamer's consciousness."
There was another muffled sound outside the door. The air trembled slightly. He checked his eyes without squinting and said calmly: "Dream Maker. Can I understand you as the master?"
"certainly."
"So, who is the owner of the ancestral dream?"
