Pulling the sword out of Chaos's chest and looking at the figures in the distance of the street, Yan walked slowly on the street. Behind her, a commando composed of kittens and big men was marching silently.

This is the edge of the noble area. Chaos mages turned the noble area into an air defense black hole, so Yan could only walk with his team. This should have been a troublesome, but unexpectedly, the team led by the cat girl encountered an Earthling player group on the side of the city gate. These French players had already snatched the city gate, and the commando team composed of at least a thousand combatants was preparing to enter the noble area for an armed reconnaissance.

They noticed Yan's existence and immediately gave the commander's authority with both hands, so Yan took them with them and rushed into the noble area.

"Konna, since the beginning, there has been a problem that has been entangled in my heart. I don't know how to view this problem. Can you give me an idea?" Yantou said without looking back.

"Miss Yan, do you have any problem that you can't think of a solution?" The cat girl wearing an eye mask asked curiously behind her.

"Well...you said, is it possible that the best thing really reappears in your mind?"

"Miss, the most beautiful thing cannot be entered into a dream. This dream is the poison of the evil god, not the source of happiness."

"...Yes, I feel so too. All this shouldn't be like this. The things in the dream are too beautiful... Do you think this beauty is real?" Yan frowned as he looked at the Chaos who were wailing in front of him.

In response to this, the adjutant girl laughed: "Miss, how is this possible? No matter how beautiful the dream is, it is just a dream. Do you still think that the beauty in it is real?"

"...Yes, that's how I feel." The scabbard blocked the wooden stick swinged by Chaos, and the cat girl who drew the sword cut open the Chaos's body in front of her: "Because... she really looks like a living person."

The next moment, a fire wall rose in front of him, and the chaotic queue crashed into the fire scene. When they wailed out of the fire wall, the players had already prepared various long-handled weapons for them.

"Miss... I still have to say that everything in the dream is false." The adjutant said with a frown.

"I know." Yan smiled, and closed his eyes as the cat girl who looked at the fire wall generated by herself.

Indeed, Kang Na was right. There was no real existence in the dream, but... But Marceau in the dream was too real, and it didn't look like a hypocritical existence... He raised his head, looked at the vortex in the sky, waved his left hand, and the ice storm that had already accumulated momentum completely covered the street behind the fire wall. The Chaos fell down wailingly in front of the ice storm's offensive.

The words Masce said in the dream are so real and so awakening, but no matter how much beauty or joy everyone says, all of this is nothingness in his dream... Thinking of this, for some reason, Yan once again thought of the words that the Chaos clone in the dream at the end of the dream.

The greatness and insignificance of time... Parrot, what do you guy want to say?

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"What a group of troubles that can walk." Standing in the middle of the street, Marceau waved the sword tightly held in his right hand, and swung away the turbid and dirty blood on it.

In front of him, countless ugly chaos were wailing and rushing towards him.

The next moment, the Book of Sage appeared in front of the cat. The cat flipped the pages with its left hand. First, ice elements gathered in front of him, and then these elements like blades swept across the entire street like waves. The bodies of the Chaos were cut or directly frozen in the ice.

The Ice Blade Tide, which is superimposed with extreme effects and extension effects, is an original arcane in the Ayarok world. Shamans who are proficient in communicating with elements can also directly mobilize elements to create the same effect. In terms of lethality and effect, it will never be discounted. The most important thing is that this spell is a level 6 arcane in the Book of the Ancient Book, while in the Book of the Sage, it is just a five-ring spell.

He raised his neck and drank a bottle of potion that could replenish the energy of magic. He discarded the empty bottle. The cat turned around and faced the iced side of the three-way road leading to the civilian area. Now what he wanted to enter was the passage to the noble area. For the former, blocking the road with ice elements is a good choice, and in front of the latter, everyone needs to try their best to open a passage.

"Good job, commander, you're going to be too busy with a team of mages." Noticed that Marceau's entry, the commander of the "Mars Boy" battle group who followed the team at the previous intersection greeted Marceau. The young girl was a little familiar and overly enthusiastic. However, she and her team members made up for Marceau's current shortcomings. After the rabbits went to launch the "Selected Person", the combat personnel in the cat's hands were only about two hundred. This kind of personnel was enough when the passage was not opened yet, but when the passage was really about to be opened, the evil god's lackeys came on the field, the two hundred people in the cat's hands were afraid that they would not even be able to shoot a wave.

Therefore, Marceau must unite all the forces that can be united, fight with the flames and sort out the noble area well.

"I just did what I should have done." Thinking of this, Marceau smiled at the young girl.

The long sword in his hand was not idle either. He cut over the Chaos that rushed to the front of him with one sword. The cat looked around and confirmed that his girls were happily putting their guns on the bell tower not far away.

"By the way... my name is Polier, you can call me Xiaobo." The young girl replied immediately.

"Okay, Miss Polly, when I wake up from my dream, there is a problem in my heart. I don't know how to view this problem... So, can you give me an idea?" Marceau said to her.

"Huh, me?" The young big girl who called herself Polly frowned: "Ah, please tell me, I might help you with reference."

"Well, Miss Polly... Do you think the most beautiful thing can really reappear in your mind?" Marceau looked up at the girl in front of him.

"...Commander, I think the most beautiful thing is impossible to enter a dream. You must know that this dream is the poison given to us by the evil god. There is only pain and despair in my dream, and there is no beauty of a Ding." When it comes to this, the commander's face was full of sadness: "So, I'm very curious, Commander, what kind of scene can make you feel beautiful."

"Yes, dreams should be an extension of our desperate hearts, so I also feel that everything in the dream should not be so beautiful, but... I saw the beauty that I would never see again in this life, so... do you think, will this beauty be real?" Marceau said to the girl in front of him.

In this regard, Miss Polly seemed to understand: "I understand that although everything in the dream makes you despair, you still see the most beautiful thing in your heart... But no matter how beautiful it is, everything is only a dream. Do you think that the beauty in it is real?" The girl smiled and shook her head: "That's just a yellow flower that can't be seen again, Commander."

"...Yes, that's how I feel." Turning around the Book of the Sage, a flaming explosion technique turned the giant chaos into a burning waste. Marceau sighed deep in her heart that no matter how much the flame in the dream is like a real person, it cannot change her nature as a puppet in the dream.

No matter how much beauty or joy, all of this is nothingness in his dream. Marceau cannot believe that Yan will have the same experience as him. The experience of living again is so precious. Being able to communicate with Yan who is familiar to him again in the dream is already a very joyful event... "Thank you, Miss Polly, you said it well. The beauty of the past is all the past." Marceau said, striding towards the front line.

"Actually, my personal opinion is to look forward, commander, be careful all the way."

"Thanks."

Turning around, for some reason, Marceau once again thought of the end of the dream, the manifestation of the flame in the dream... No, there is a problem.

Marceau frowned… ‘If we could meet again… I would say so too.’
Chapter completed!