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【Ode to Ice and Snow】
Weakness - break up on bad terms
• Surrounding objects that have nothing to do with the festival atmosphere index will continue to reduce your atmosphere value.
*After the atmosphere value returns to zero, it can continue to decrease. And gradually disappear the different painting abilities and bonuses until they completely disappear.
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☆（0）↓↓↓!
Not long after Gao Yi confirmed the weakness, the festive atmosphere value of [Ice and Snow Ode] had dropped to zero.
The fairy reindeer turned into streams of light, and the ice and snow ceremony trees dimmed. Not only that, as the festive atmosphere dropped to negative values, even the clothes on Gao Yi lost any bonus.
"turn out to be……"
Gao Yi returned to the whiteboard again: "It took advantage of the power of this cane to pollute my strange paintings."
He recalled the way the small black mist used to confuse dreams and reality. Now it seems that they all relied on this cane to complete it.
This may very well contain some of the power of the Lord of Dreams.
This may be why the system said before, "God is watching you."
God is not in the dream, but the power is in the hands of His servants.
Gao Yi's eyes were deep, staring at the power in the opponent's hands.
If I take away the authority, will I be able to remove the contamination of the strange painting?
His current unique paintings only include the lime group: [Little Dream Monster] and [Learning Activist].
But with the combination of these two supports and daily special paintings, can it really take power away from the opponent? You know, now that it is fighting alone, [Ode to Ice and Snow] is no longer its opponent.
Now, even if he was panting slightly, there were still sharp pains in his abdomen. In this state, let alone a servant of the Lord of Dreams, even Teacher Ma can hang himself with one hand.
Is it possible to retreat?
Because the Head of the Black Mist still needs to control its anchor, it cannot leave the altar to pursue it. If they want to leave, there is still a high probability of success.
But in doing so, it is undoubtedly equivalent to giving up half of Shiyi's soul.
Don't talk about a strategic retreat, go back for help, and then come back again.
There are not so many opportunities in reality. If you miss one, you may regret it for the rest of your life.
retreat……
"Ah."
Just put it nicely.
"We were completely defeated." Gao Yi smiled bitterly.
There isn't much time for him to hesitate. If he doesn't make a decision, even their souls will be left here...
Just when Gao Yi made his decision, the head of the black mist on the upper level of the altar suddenly smiled. It raised its cane, and the red light shone brightly in the air again!
"Don't even think about running away."
Its voice spread throughout the city: "Everything you fear will be revealed by the Lord of Dreams!"
Woo~
Woo~
Woo~
The quiet "Alefu" suddenly became noisy. A large number of slender figures appeared at various crossings, all surrounding Gao Yi on the altar.
They are advancing vigorously, like gods and demons from ancient times. The extremely uncoordinated body walked with hollow steps. The terrifying head broadcast a buzzing alarm.
Everything that happened in Shuita Town was faithfully staged in "Alefu".
Tens of thousands of siren heads once again launched a hunt for the lost lamb. Only this time, even Gao Yi, the only one with the ability to resist, lost his minions.
Looking at the figures constantly surrounding him in all directions. Gao Yi couldn't care too much at this time. I saw his clothes change, and a dark green little monster appeared.
Stretching out his paw, Gao Yi wanted to open the portal to reality, but found that within "Alefu", the dream was extremely stable, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not open it even a bit.
And Siren Head's attack has arrived.
boom!
Grabbing his ashen-faced cousin, Gao Yi moved around amid the siege. He kept avoiding the attacks of the siren heads, but couldn't find a way to break out.
"You actually have this kind of ability."
The leader of the black mist on the altar sneered: "But this time's ability seems to be much easier to analyze than the previous times. It doesn't even take a few minutes to pollute it."
It raised its cane, and the spider god at the head glowed red again!
【warn】
【The strange painting is contaminated! 】
At the same time, siren heads surrounded the net, Gao Yi's movements were also sudden, and he was immediately hit by a palm. He could only use his last strength to push his cousin away, and he was smashed into the ground.
"Cough cough cough..."
The soul and dreams are compared to the body and reality. Serious injury can also result in death.
Now Gao Yi felt as if his whole body and internal organs were shattered.
Fortunately, [Little Dream Monster] was only contaminated with its shuttle ability, and its basic values are still there. Otherwise, just this one blow would be enough to bring an ordinary person to the brink of death.
"It's really sad."
From the altar in the distance, an indifferent voice sounded: "You humans stole God's power and finally overthrew God. But in the past such long years, there has been no progress at all."
"But that's okay."
"The return of our Lord is irresistible."
"In less than a month, He will arrive in a great posture, permanently reversing reality and dreams, and placing all living beings under Aleph's bubble, no longer worry-free."
Gao Yi half-crouched down and was forced to dispel the [Little Dream Monster]. But looking at the head of the black mist talking nonsense on the altar, there was no trace of despair in his eyes.
Surprisingly, he calmed down a bit.
Thanks to these siren heads, they gave him the inspiration to break the situation.
"The Lord of Dreams is indeed good."
Gao Yi tried his best to stand up, but there was a sigh on his face: "But in my knowledge, there are existences that are a thousand times more terrifying than him."
"A thousand times?"
The leader of the black mist stopped being intoxicated with himself and seemed a little disdainful: "The history of your humanity is like the sand kicked up by the wheel of history, small and lackluster."
"Do not believe."
Gao Yi coughed, gave his cousin a reassuring smile, and then turned solemn: "Do you know the ancient gods?"
"Ancient God?"
Waving his hands to stop the movements of the siren heads, the head of the black mist chewed the word repeatedly. But for some reason, it suddenly felt some inexplicable horror in its heart.
It was as if an invisible terror was staring at him.
That's ridiculous.
It is a servant of the Lord of Dreams and is protected by the Lord of Dreams. How could it be afraid of an existence whose name is not revealed?
And what it didn't expect was.
The other party just couldn't mention his real name.
"That's right."
From among the siren heads, Gao Yi walked slowly: "Gods also have their own order. The terror of the truly ancient ones is beyond your imagination."
"The Ancient One?"
The head of the black mist sneered: "As one of the ancient beings, the master has actually become a new god... Well, I'll take a look."
"What is it that you are deeply afraid of?"
"And then let it kill you."
It raised its staff, and the Spider God's compound eyes burst into unprecedented light.
Gao Yi, on the other hand, slowly closed his eyes.
In my mind, countless words intertwined together, outlining some indescribable horror.
The other party is best at creating nightmares, so... give it a real nightmare.
Gao Yi couldn't decide whether Ke Zongfa Tang could backfire on the creator of the nightmare. But as long as there is a backlash, he can take this opportunity to snatch away the cane in one fell swoop!
call--
In the dream, the wind suddenly started blowing.
My cousin suddenly felt a little cold on his cheeks. When he looked up, he realized that it was raining.
The raindrops are getting heavier.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
A sudden heavy rain swept the entire dream.
Wow…
After taking shelter from the rain under the completely still siren head, my cousin suddenly heard the faint sound of waves in the distance.
The tide rises and rises.
The waves rolled.
It seemed like a never-ending symphony that was slowly reaching its climax.
