In the empty solidified dream, a one-story circular building floats alone in the void. It is precisely because of the existence of buildings that this void is divided into upper and lower parts, as well as the plane where the earth's surface should exist. In addition, there are dots of lights scattered up, down, left, and right, making the place feel like being under the starry sky.
A monster that looks like a horse, its body seems to be flowing with lava, with red and brown colors interlaced. It stepped on the flames and broke into this dream. On his back, there was a charming woman sitting sideways, with not much fabric on her body to cover her plump and beautiful figure. There are a pair of bat-like wings on its back and a pair of horns on its head.
These are nightmare beasts and dream demons, demonic creatures that can transcend the boundaries of the abyss and the lost land and walk in one dream after another. Now they accidentally broke into this place. They have little feeling for dream scenes. What really surprised them was that everything here was full of power, or in other words, it was basically built with power. To them, this is a delicious meal.
But they are in no hurry to enjoy it all. There is no one here, that is, there is no dream owner. Naturally, it is not like ordinary dreams where weird stories are played out. And those who can produce solidified dreams, except by chance or talent, are those magicians who have mastered the mysterious power.
The scene in front of me does not have the kind of background object that only contains a little bit of power and can be permanently preserved in the dream. Apart from the starry sky-like background, all he could see was the one-story, circular building built with pure and refined power, and it was built to the specifications of a magic tower.
In the real eyes of the two dream demons, the circular building was covered with dense lines and runes. Mana and power flowed from it, exuding mysterious power that they could not identify.
The dreams created by the magicians in the lost land are not non-existent, but they are very rare. And every encounter is both an opportunity and a crisis. Purified power is undoubtedly the greatest reward, but the question is how many traps are hidden here? What kind of abilities do you have?
A person who only knows how to construct a dream but does not know how to protect himself is a rare and rare thing in a hundred years. If you really encounter one, you can use some tricks to turn this top magician into a cow, providing an endless supply of nutritious milk. If there are some very difficult traps, it is not unacceptable to seize the power of this place at once.
But the premise of all this is to first observe this dream and see what is fishy in it.
The nightmare beast carried the dream demon and walked around the only building. What they saw made the two demons marvel. Densely covered on the bricks of the building, every texture and every rune seems to be part of the whole even though it is independent. Although it implies some incomprehensible rules, it does not prevent them from feeling the beauty in it.
But after walking around, I didn't see any doors or windows on this building, which meant that there was something more worthy of protection inside. Although the layout here is special, it does not transcend ordinary human thinking. In fact, it is precisely for this reason that most human beings cannot win against this group of demons that feed on dreams and walk in dreams.
How threatening can those incomprehensible magic lines outside the building be? This seems to be the only place in this dream that worries the nightmare beasts and dream demons.
The dream demon riding on its back caressed the neck of the nightmare beast and said softly, "Want to try to attack and see the defense arrangement here? Or find other nightmares to come and figure out the magic arranged here." , attack again?"
After snoring, the Nightmare Beast turned around, looked at the Dream Demon on its back and said, "Let's take a look first and explore the bottom. Isn't it a pity to call other people to share a piece of the pie right away?"
"So, where to start?"
"They all look the same, just pick any place you want."
"Then let's go five steps ahead. There is a place where the magic patterns are relatively sparse, which may be a weakness."
When the nightmare beast heard this, he took a few steps forward, facing the weak spot that the nightmare beast mentioned. It struck a few times with its front hooves, neighed, and then blew out colorful breath from its mouth. It looks like a dreamlike beauty, but it contains power that others cannot imagine.
The moment the colorful breath touched the wall, a light cyan aura of power emerged from the wall along the carved passages and magic circles, competing against the nightmare breath that had incomparable power in the dream. The brick wall that should have melted in response was now only weakly resisting.
The barely maintained form, even though there was a thin layer of spiritual light that blocked out the colorful breath, looked shaky. It's no surprise when it completely disappears.
The dream demon excitedly hugged the horse's neck, and the nightmare beast sprayed harder. But where the monsters hadn't noticed, the scattered light spots disguised as stars were flickering on and off, flashing with a special frequency. Moreover, the aura that should have only appeared in the area that was resisting the spray of breath has now spread to the entire building.
The first breath was interrupted, and the Nightmare Beast was still admiring the building's tenacity. Under the instigation of the Dream Demon, it took a deep breath, gathered the energy in its belly, and prepared for the second blow. But just before spitting it out, the starry sky suddenly flashed, and countless white beams of light passed through the demonic beast, and then disappeared, as if nothing had happened.
As for the magic depicted on the first floor, Lin once said that there is only the bright light spell. This is both true and false. Because the first floor has been completely closed, leaving no stairway or any doors or windows, there is no way to know the condition inside. In fact, during the original operation, there was still a magic circle inside, which was the beam channel trap set on the first floor of the Tower of the Great Sage in reality.
However, the magic circle depicted at that time was not complete, only the walls and floors. The ceiling was sealed, so we didn't have time to work on it. Furthermore, this magic circle must have an emitting point and a receiving point in order to complete a laser beam that can be used for cutting. In addition, it is set up in a closed floor, so Lin took it for granted that it was an invalid setting.
but it is not the truth. Combined with the star map deployed by the bright light technique, the magic circle carved inside the floor still produced a different effect. It's just that this effect doesn't have a programmed triggering mechanism. The deaths of nightmare beasts and dream demons were rather the self-protection mechanism of this dream world, prompting this half-finished magic tower to launch a counterattack.
Looking at the two demons lying on the ground with holes all over their bodies, strangely colored and smelly liquid was constantly flowing out. This should be the blood of the demons, but it was not red. From the void, a fat man and a short figure walked out, until they came to two corpses.
"What are you thinking about?" The fat one asked.
"How is the horse's dick inserted?" the short man answered seriously.
He also looked carefully at the broken body that should have been delicate and tender, and the horse-like appearance of the nightmare beast. The fat one thought for a while, then he choked out a sentence and said, "...Was I so dirty when I was in junior high school?"
"Do you really think that you, who was born in junior high school, are some kind of good bird?"
"What I said is absolutely right. I can't refute it at all." The fat one looked helpless. After sighing, he added, "Then how are we going to clean up the aftermath? Considering the current situation."
Without saying anything, the short man dismembered the two dead demons in front of him according to his habit during the previous war, and then used the shaping technique to turn them into bricks one by one. The short one started to move, and the fat one did not miss, and moved his hands equally neatly.
Although the number of bricks formed by the last monster was much greater than the number they had formed after their previous deaths, it was not at all like the bricks formed by a complete soul after being killed in the dream world. The amount that should be left.
"What is this for?" The fat one started thinking about possible answers. The short one said directly, "If the blood after death is not lost with power, then they did not usher in real death, but were resurrected with full blood in a certain place like we did before."
"Well, indeed." Although the fat one expressed his agreement, there were two possibilities, and no one settled on either one, so that paragraph was nonsense. However, he did not continue to dwell on this, but said, "Now that they have been turned into bricks, what should we do next?"
"How about continuing to build it according to the original version and the original idea?"
The fat one seemed to be trying to seduce people, saying, "Aren't you considering helping the original version and changing the design on the second floor?"
"Change? How to change it? The original version still regards the two of us as his own imagination. I have no interest in working in vain and wasting energy."
"Well, that's very well said." The fat one said more seductively, "You haven't considered replacing it with the original one? You can do whatever you want then."
"Hmph, I'm not interested in taking over someone else's messed up life."
"Oh, what a mess. She has big breasts and two flat little lolita. You are a little virgin, won't you be envious when you see her?"
"Don't keep talking about me. Don't you have such thoughts?" The short man pushed up his glasses and looked at the fat man in front of him. But no matter how sharp his eyes were, meeting that playful and smiling face, it was all in vain.
As soon as his thoughts changed, the short man thought clearly about what was going on. He snorted and said with a sneer, "That's right. Even if you tell a fat man how beautiful the outside world is and how bright the sun is, it's no different than playing the piano to a cow."
"No, no, no, please don't think so, second grader. I'm not afraid of the outside world, I'm just too lazy to go out. No matter how beautiful the world is, it has nothing to do with me; no matter how bright the sun is, it's dazzling. I would rather spend my limited life , put it on the things I cherish, instead of wasting it on false communication between people.”
"Excuses, everything is an excuse. It makes me sick to think that when I grow up, I will be like you."
After laughing a few times, the fat one said, "When you learn this, the world will continue to go on without you or me. Instead of when the world revolves around me, I really want to see what that expression is." appearance."
