Don't think I'm talking nonsense here, this is all true. I really fought the monster in my dream for many days.
At that time, in my dream, more than a dozen strange-looking little ghosts emerged from the mist and pounced on me with their teeth and claws.
I looked at the small wooden stick in my hand and counted the little devils, and I immediately understood.
No more, no less, exactly eighteen!
Ah, I don’t know which god is taking care of me like this. Is this to make those eighteen rampant soldiers turn into imps, give me something to do in my dreams, train me, and let me upgrade?
In this case, let’s fight!
I rushed forward with a small wooden stick and fought with those brats.
To be honest, these brats don't have much fighting power. They are not at the same level as those rampant soldiers, but they are slightly more numerous. At this time, they swarmed up and surrounded me, grabbing and biting me.
I fought with a small wooden stick, and I didn't have any moves. I just scratched randomly and beat anyone I caught.
Although there are no health bars on the heads of these little ghosts, I guess the blood volume is not high. Basically, I killed one of the little ghosts in five or six hits.
But there were a lot of little ghosts, and the ones that pounced on them, scratched and bit them, were indeed a little painful.
Fortunately, it was in a dream, so I didn't take it seriously. It took me about ten minutes to destroy all these little devils.
My body is also covered in scars and hurts a lot.
I panted for a while in my dream, and the pain in my body gradually eased. I guess my blood volume gradually recovered and my physical strength also increased.
However, at this moment, some ghosts appeared in the surrounding fog.
Those ghosts just now were all children who had not grown up, but this time they were all adults and looked obviously more fierce.
I counted, and there were still eighteen.
My heart skipped a beat, and I thought to myself that the rotten vegetables were coming in waves. Can this little wooden stick in my hand be dealt with?
Just when I thought of this, I saw a flash of white light, all the energy in my body was restored instantly, and then I put on a cloth, and the small wooden stick in my hand turned into an iron sword...
Oh, this is fun, this thing is indeed an upgrade!
Armed with clothes and an iron sword, my confidence increased greatly, so I rushed forward and did it!
Because I know that even though these are adult ghosts in front of me, they are also ordinary goods. If I really use the original body of the Eighteen Rampant Soldiers, it would be difficult for me to do any of them with my own ability.
To put it simply, I killed three waves of monsters in one go that night, and the transformation of the Eighteen Rampant Soldiers became more and more powerful. Fortunately, I managed to survive them all.
But in the fourth wave, a group of bull-headed and horse-faced enemies came. I couldn't resist and was KO'd.
But at this time, my equipment also changed to soft armor and stainless steel swords, which are more powerful than before.
After I woke up, I thought to myself, what the hell was this dream? It was like playing a game. Isn’t this a joke?
Then I told Uncle Ma, and he laughed and said that everyone’s upgrade method is different, so if you ask me how to upgrade, I can’t answer you.
I said, my method is too ridiculous. No one will believe me if I tell you. Isn’t this just playing a game?
Uncle Ma said that is normal. In fact, the so-called upgrade does not mean that some external force upgrades you, but some kind of internal energy of yours that upgrades you.
Therefore, there are many ways to upgrade. For example, if you played games before, then if you remember the upgrade scene clearly in your mind, you may dream about it.
For example, if someone often offers incense and worships Buddha, he may have to go to a famous mountain temple by himself, go up the steps step by step, and worship Buddha at the same time. When he reaches the top of the mountain, the upgrade will be completed.
For example, some people do charity work, and their way of upgrading may be to donate to their children's schooling, which is different.
As for me, I happened to have eighteen rampant soldiers idle, just for me to practice my skills.
I said, Uncle Ma, your upgrade method depends on how many demons you have captured and how many demons you have subdued?
Uncle Ma gave me a kick and said, "Don't make insinuations. Are you talking about subduing demons or great health care?"
I said, isn't that the same thing...
After all the trouble, I continued to fight monsters the next night.
In my dream that day, I found that I still had the same soft armor and fine steel sword on me. I couldn't help but feel happy in my heart. This was not bad. I didn't have to start with a small wooden stick, which saved me a lot of trouble.
This time I gained some experience, so I managed to kill the fourth wave of monsters, but when the fifth wave came, my head started to buzz.
Although my equipment was upgraded at this time, replacing it with a Longquan sword, chain armor, and an additional helmet, the monsters were replaced by a group of big evil ghosts with wings.
These things were all flying at low altitudes. I barely managed to kill three or four of them, and then I had a big evil ghost grab them and lift them up into the air. Then several evil ghosts came and tore them apart for me.
Cut it into pieces, it will be a miserable death.
But this time I died, I didn't wake up from the dream, but came back to life after a few minutes.
Immediately afterwards, those big evil spirits came out again...
Only then did I understand that as long as I don’t wake up, this thing will start again.
I beat and scolded at the same time: "You guys are almost done. I know you are stupid and big, but you are really deadly. Believe it or not, I will ask Uncle Ma to practice for you later?"
But whatever I said was basically ineffective. They seemed to be completely emotionless tools. They pounced on me risking their lives and brought disaster to me.
I have to say that this wave was too difficult. I repeatedly died in this level four or five times, and was torn into pieces every time.
No matter how much I scolded them, it didn't work. They ignored me at all, as if they didn't know me.
Even though it was in a dream, the feeling of being torn apart was very uncomfortable.
That hurts so much!
But this is really a strong training for my willpower. Because I am afraid of death and pain, I can hold on for a while longer every time, and I also become braver as I fight, because I know that as long as I don’t kill them, I will be able to hold on for a while every time. They all had to be torn into pieces.
In addition, I know that they were part of the 18th-century mutiny, which makes me even more angry. They are working hard and I am working hard. Is the WHO afraid of the WHO?
Therefore, people must have motivation to do anything. Even if it is in a dream, they still have to survive.
And anger is also a kind of power!
After almost dying two or three more times, I finally managed to get through this level.
Although I was almost finished when I passed the test, with blood all over my body and panting like an ox, I finally passed.
At this time, a white light came down from the sky, purifying and healing my entire body.
After a period of relief, a new wave of monsters appeared again...
But this time the monster made me a little desperate.
It's so densely packed, almost hundreds of hell's ghost-headed soldiers holding steel forks!
This is a bit outrageous. There were only eighteen monsters just now, but now there are hundreds of them. Are they trying to kill me?
Is it possible that those eighteen rampant soldiers still copy and paste? ? ?
