The once magnificent and glorious Sword in the Stone was covered in thick black mud, and penetrated the body of the man in black robe as if it had pierced a thin piece of paper.
At the same time, Wu Ming also felt a little touch in his heart. A transparent and invisible tentacle of fantasy entangled around him at some point, attacking the blind spot in his thoughts.
Common understanding is achieved quietly.
The body of the man in black robes disappeared like a phantom, and the space around Wu Ming began to twist and deform violently, as if a pair of transparent invisible hands were exerting unimaginable force on the space where he was from all directions. The three-dimensional sense of the space was in this Destroyed by the huge force, the light balls, isolated islands, sea surfaces, black shadows, Wu Ming, and partially distorted starry sky floating in this space, and even the space itself, are gradually becoming flattened.
In the end, the space that Wu Ming was in turned into pieces of paper.
It turned into a piece of paper that had no thickness, flatness, or three-dimensionality no matter which direction it was viewed from.
The crooked starry sky is painted in the style of an oil painting on the paper. In the center of the endless dark sea is a shining island of light. The sea is dotted with many balls of light that are too bright in color. Wu Ming is the painter of this oil painting. The only difference is that he still maintains a normal painting style and three-dimensional sense as if he were in the real world, and the vaguely hexagonal honeycomb structure around him is constantly bursting with sparks, as if fighting against this overthrow. The power of writing about reality.
With the establishment of common cognition, the man in black robe made Wu Ming and part of the idealistic space around him two-dimensional.
But Wu Ming was protected by a shield, so he still maintained his normal posture.
At the same time that this oil painting was completed, a twisted and wriggling black mist regrouped on a smaller island not far away, reuniting into a man in black robe holding a fantasy sword.
However, just like before, even though his chest was penetrated and his heart was crushed, the man in black robe still didn't care about his injuries. Even this time, he didn't even feel the pain of his flesh and blood being torn apart, because he knew very well that this It only takes a few seconds for a minor injury of this degree to be fully recovered. In a world where the basic rules tend to be idealistic, the degree to which psykers are difficult to kill will span several levels.
Because this is an idealistic world, he will not die even if his body is destroyed.
Because thoughts and spirits are no longer completely dependent on matter here, even if the flesh and blood body is instantly destroyed, the echo of the psyker's remaining thoughts can still play a role. .
This is the unique advantage of psykers in the idealistic environment. In the unpredictable idealistic world, they can overwrite and modify reality more easily, and the restrictions and consumption caused by using the fantasy sword will also be weakened. This means that the abilities they can exert in the idealistic world are even more mysterious and unpredictable. As long as they can leave the remaining echoes of their thoughts, and as long as Wu Ming has not found a way to restrain him, the black-robed man will repair his body no matter how many times he tries.
If any extraordinary profession were to fight in such an idealistic environment, it would be impossible for them to be as comfortable as a psyker.
Seeing that Wu Ming had been trapped in the world of oil paintings, the man in black robe immediately recovered his pierced heart, and his consciousness began to connect with the fantasy sword to open a passage back to the material world. A looming spherical hollow gradually unfolded and appeared in the black The top of the man's head.
After a few seconds of struggle between the shield and the psyker's power to overwrite reality, this strange oil painting collapsed as the overwriting power became weak. Wu Ming jumped out of the world of oil painting, and then followed the oil painting. The world is shattered, the scenery in the painting begins to expand rapidly, and the surrounding area is compressed into a flat two-dimensional space and returns to normal in the blink of an eye.
But compared with Wu Ming, these material states that were once compressed into two-dimensional forms are not very good.
The island turned into a flat flat surface covering the endless black sea, and the light ball was also suppressed into pieces of round paper. Except for the sea surface and starry sky that were not affected by the constant surging sea water, other materials were compressed. Became a flat side.
Wu Ming looked at these things that had been ravaged by two-dimensionalization and was secretly frightened. If he hadn't, I'm afraid they would have been neatly arranged into a two-dimensional form pixel by pixel, and when they finally returned to the three-dimensional world, they would only be left with a flat, bloody mess. The meatloaf is no longer in its original state.
Then he saw the channel that was opened to the material world, and the man in black robe who was about to enter the hollow of the sphere and leave.
Next, I won’t accompany you anymore. The man in black robe waved his fantasy sword at Wu Ming. An irresistible suction force came from the hollow of the sphere, gradually pulling his body towards the sky. You came out faster than I imagined. I want to hit it quickly, but it's too late now.
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