The Dream of Abyss... was born out of self-consciousness.
Dean came to this conclusion easily, but the voyeurism and oppression that accompanied it were beyond his expectation.
This creepy feeling of being locked by some kind of high-level life form made Dean subconsciously enter a state of alert.
He released his mental power almost in a panic, and covered himself with several more layers of barriers, layer after layer, almost wrapping up a silkworm chrysalis before he felt a little more comfortable.
In stark contrast, are the demon pets who are unaware.
Xiao Lan and Akaman Divine Fish floated out from his head, with expressions of confusion as if they were not in the situation. The two demon pets approached Dean and looked at the master who had wrapped them tightly, completely unable to understand what he was wary of.
That unconscious and relaxed look made Dean couldn't help but wonder if he was too paranoid and was hallucinating.
It can't be just for him, right?
Just because he is closest to the Dream of Abyes?
Or is it because he is the only human here?
Looking at the puzzled expressions of his familiars, Dean felt subtle speciesism.
"twitter!"
Whether it's an illusion or not, you'll find out if you try it.
The box reached out and pushed away the two familiars. The energy poured out as the box opened under him. It targeted the monsters in the barrier. After adding several more layers of barriers to Abyss' Dream, , controlling it to float into the air, like a ball, and began to shake up and down rhythmically.
As soon as the magical skill of physical interruption was used, the line of sight disappeared without a trace in an instant like a bubble being popped. Dean came back to his senses and looked at the dream of Abyss, which was shaken out of the afterimage. , the corner of his mouth twitched, stopping Xia's rough behavior.
"twitter."
Isn’t this okay?
Seeing Dean, who seemed to have returned to normal, he let go of Abyss' dream, hugged his shoulders, and looked at him with an expected expression.
His eyes were filled with the emotion of "if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer a loss in front of you".
Dean was speechless for a moment, and his face hurt a little.
This monster woke up just in time.
He personally proved how dangerous he really is.
Now, he no longer dared to place the Dream of Abyes at will.
Who would have thought that this guy had an extraordinary origin that was inextricably linked to his own thigh.
Thinking of the sight that made his scalp tingle just now, Dean felt dizzy.
It's all because the Abys Dream in the Witch's House acted too honestly, which made him lower his guard. He thought that as long as he controlled its actions, everything would be fine. It wasn't until he got started that he realized that things were far from what they seemed. Simple.
Fortunately, the empire is in an area covered by the confusion circle, so this level of snooping will not cause any serious consequences.
Dean rubbed his eyebrows and decided to deal with the Abys Dream by referring to Chiara and the layout of the Witch's House. Before that...
"... Let me take care of this hot potato for the time being."
After stuffing the Dream of Abyss back into the system, Dean put away the box that was shaking his head, and began to think about how to construct a detention place for this level of monsters.
As the upper limit of the breeding beasts he could obtain increased, the breeding room gradually became divided into different holding areas, such as ordinary Warcraft storage areas and dangerous goods prisons.
Warcraft with different danger levels will be assessed according to the degree of danger and assigned to their respective areas.
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But this is the first time that a monster of the level of Abyss Dream has appeared.
It is clearly not suitable to be simply imprisoned in prison.
Dean needs to do some research to see if there are any special means that can be used to limit these troublesome hot potatoes.
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Walking all the way to the room at the end of the second floor, he opened the door and walked in with a worried face.
As soon as you enter the door, the pure energy around you pours into people's perception.
It makes people feel like the air is a little fresher.
Dean came back to his senses and focused his gaze on the nests in the four corners of the room.
After making sure everything was normal, he closed the door and turned to look at the demon pets in the room.
After this period of continuous investment, the primitive insects bred from the nest have accumulated to a certain number.
In order to prevent them from being too idle, Dean deliberately filled this room with all kinds of extraordinary materials, some of which were weapons, and some of which were semi-finished products... The trophies from the Witch's House filled this room with an extremely rich, original The insects each clung to their favorite objects, their bodies emitting a dull white light.
It creates a mysterious and somewhat holy atmosphere.
People can't help but worry whether their entry will disturb these creatures full of ancient aura.
Dean walked closer and observed the status of the primitive insects. The information column of almost every insect indicated that they were in a good mood.
This made Dean reconfirm that his previous conclusion was indeed correct. The materials produced by the witch were very suitable for the original insect.
Although I don’t know what the principle is, it is obvious that through contact with this material, the familiar can give full play to its own characteristics. When the two collide together, they can play the role of one plus one greater than two. This is very important to Dean. It's enough to say it.
He is looking forward to what the results of this "transformation" will be at the end.
After adjusting the positions of the three primitive insects on the astrologer, Dean tentatively removed a primitive insect from other materials and placed it in the vacated area. The next second he saw the forcibly transferred one. The familiar shook its tail and returned to its original position.
The movements of turning the head and wagging the tail are crisp and neat, without the slightest trace of nostalgia.
Dean caught another one and found the same result.
The primitive worm expresses its will through actions that "a golden nest or a silver nest is not as good as its own doghouse".
No matter how diligently Dean moved them to other materials, the familiar would eventually return to its previous location.
After struggling for a while, Dean looked at the original insects whose distribution remained unchanged, and wrote a new conclusion on the observation record.
Based on the performance of the original insect, it can be concluded that the material itself also has "limits".
Therefore, although some materials have the "quality" to attract many primitive insects, this attraction will disappear when the number of primitive insects attracted reaches a certain number.
Unless the number of primitive bugs that have climbed up is reduced, no matter how hard Dean tries, the primitive bugs will never stay.
And this quantity standard has basically been determined and is linked to the value of the material.
The higher the value, the more primitive insects it can attract.
Looking at the statistics table in the notebook, Dean turned his pen twice and showed a thinking expression.
