Nightmare is really strong, and its size and strength are also advantageous, so it is hard to part with the fishman for a while.

The two spears intertwined and inseparable, just like the entanglement between water plants and fish, fighting quietly.

Only the two were subjected to increasingly dense splashes of water that showed the intensity of the battle.

Oruobosi was in a hurry to fight, and he felt that the depression in his heart was relieved a lot.

It was really frustrating - he had never encountered any good things since he left Shenmian Valley. When he left, his wish was as mud as he could not be muddy. After a long time, he could not be found even if it was dry.

What is the most beautiful dream in the world? Eating into the king of nightmare is the same as not existing.

"puff--"

Two spears forked together, and another round of power competition.

"You betrayed Lord Puji." The fish man opposite him had a tense face, and repeated this sentence, "You think."

"So what?" Orobos sneered, "What's the good thing to be with that muddy thing?"

"You can't understand the horror of Lord Puji, a stupid bone horse."

The fishman pushed up with his spear, and the tip of the spear hit Orubosi's face, drawing a deep hole.

——Come again!

Seeing the fishman's persistence, Orubosi felt a little dazzling and even irritable.

He has never insisted on something or been obsessed with it, so it is particularly difficult to understand such a relationship - isn't freedom good?

"The traitor's head is to be stringed together and offered to Lord Puji for food." There was no unnecessary expression on the fishman's face except to be serious, "I'll give it to Lord Puji when he comes."

"Are you here?"

Nightmare kicked her legs and rushed towards the fishman with her spear.

But after all, he was not familiar with the water battle. He was beaten by the fishman again, and then kicked him on the back with a spear.

And this kick was heavier than any previous one, and it directly stepped on him into the mud - did this guy keep his energy before?

Oruobosi was shocked and suspicious, but before he could react, he was kicked and flew out from behind.

The fishman's movements were so fast that Orobosi was dazzled.

He couldn't even find the exact location of the fishman, and he just felt that the whole world was full of messy bubbles, which was terrible.

And worse, he could clearly feel himself rolling down.

It turned out that at some point, he had been led by the fishman and slid step by step into the deep ravine.

"If you beg for mercy now and go back and kneel down to Lord Puji and ask for forgiveness, I can consider giving you forgiveness." The fish man seemed to remember something and murmured to himself, "After all, you are the newly acquired slave of Lord Puji."

The words fell into Orubosi's ears, and he felt that he could get stuck in his throat in one breath, and he couldn't get up or down.

Although I can't die for a while, it's also uncomfortable enough.

I can't say anything about negotiations and mediation.

Oruobosi held his breath and tried to resist, but he could only spin around in the water, barely protecting his head.

Just when he doubted that the humiliation would not be over, the fishman's final blow finally arrived.

The spear tip that suddenly flashed from the blister penetrated his shoulder blades, instantly lifted him away, and sent him straight into the undercurrent leading to the deep ravine.

Before he could even shout, Orobosi was thrown into the darkness.

——This ugly battle is finally over.

It was very out of place. When the sudden rushing water flow was rolling down, Orubosi actually felt relieved and had such an idea.

But when reason returned, the surroundings became darker and darker, Orubosi's heart slowly cooled down.

Others may not know what is in the deep ravine, but he knows it very well.

In the Land of Death, there is nothing else that devours mana, but a terrifying number of mana dragons. According to the dictation of the great mentor, there are enough of them to make any magic creature despair, and even a legendary lord is unwilling to go.

A purely magical creature like Nightmare will only be swallowed up after entering - not to mention that the damn magic bracelet in his hand is still there.

——Heart is ashamed.

For a while, Orubos's mind went blank and he had no thoughts.

But after a while, when consciousness returns, I feel both desperate and sad.

What I was desperate was that I was probably really helpless this time.

I feel sad because I really don’t have time to do anything - even if I think back on the happy days, it seems that there are very few.

——It's simply unlucky.

The only comforting thing is that it is said that nightmare will turn into colorful light before death, and then they who have never been able to dream can have the only and most beautiful dream in their lives. This seems to be a little looking forward to it.

The water is slowly pressing against consciousness and chest.

My body slowly sinks, and my eyes become uncontrollably black and dizzy.

He began to look forward to the arrival of a good dream and the final freedom.

He thought he would be completely trapped in dreamless darkness like this.

——And then I saw the white light.

It was just a little bit at the beginning, like a paint accidentally sprinkled on a pitch-black canvas, but it gradually became dense from those points, especially the point in the middle, rushed straight towards him.

It looks so bright and flies so fast, just as depicted by countless lost songs - the stars suddenly lit up in the boundless night sky, illuminating the world in an instant and illuminating the face of the lucky ones.

It drew a long, gorgeous track with countless lights, like stretched buds, and swooped towards him like a flowing waterfall.

He opened his mouth wide in surprise, like a child who had never seen a miracle before, and had only a tongue-in-mouthed before the magical scene.

He couldn't help but want to reach out, but he didn't expect the meteor to catch him first, and took him up with a thunderous aura, leading him into an endless dream-

He felt himself falling on a mat that would shine, like a chilled jelly, cold and soft - too slippery. He subconsciously lay down and grabbed it tightly, not wanting to touch it for a long time but couldn't touch it where he could fall.

"Get it done."

Something was vaguely heard, and then he felt a cold tentacle stretched over and wrapped around his hands and feet. Then he was almost dragged up and flew upwards.

Because it rose too fast, the water flowed in his ears and made a rumble sound, and he even felt a little uncomfortable.

But this feeling is not unfamiliar: in countless distant dreams, he once ran all the way like he is now, but more often he was riding the wind in the endless darkness, rather than flying in the water in the light like this.

Now he finally has the opportunity to experience it.

Although it is not as comfortable as in the wind, the feeling of water pressing against the chest makes the heart beat more powerful than ever.

Never once, he felt his heart was as fast as it would jump out of his throat at any time.

He couldn't help but look back and saw countless blazing white lights chasing behind them, like the pursuit of stars. From time to time, stars fell or disappeared because they couldn't keep up, but more people would always join in.

And when they jumped out of the deep ravine and into the blue waters, there were more and more stars following behind him to the point of being terrifying, so bright that he couldn't help but want to close his eyes.

——I'm going to bump into it.

——If you bump into it, you will be done.

He wanted to close his eyes, just like a child's instinct when facing danger.

But he couldn't bear to be so beautiful and dangerous. His eyes were wide open and he couldn't even blink.

Then he clearly saw the most beautiful dream he had seen in his life: they accelerated towards the "crystal ball" hanging above their heads, but at the last moment, they made a sharp turn and flashed to the side. So the countless lights behind them collided with the crystal ball and the deadly barrier it pulled up.

In front of everyone's eyes, all the flowing light bursts like rain, like flowers blooming suddenly in the sky, making clear but warm sounds when they bloom one after another.

After a moment, the crystal balls shattered, and the scattered dust flashed with delicate light, floating leisurely through the eyes with the flow of water, like the traces after the end of this light journey.

"too……"

I stuck the word to the nightmare that I was knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and I wanted to find a word to describe the scene in front of me.

Very handsome? Very awesome?

It seems that he can't express the excitement in his heart at this moment.

The dream that was once buried deep in my heart has become reality, and I am so happy that I am almost suffocating.

"It's a pity to step on the horse." The thing under him twisted his body and sighed extremely disgracefully, "There are so many magical dragons, just wasted in vain. They were originally gifts for Mother Doom... Otherwise, it would be better to eat them."

——Wait, why does this tone sound so familiar?

Orubosi lowered his head in disbelief, but saw himself clutching a huge magic dragon tightly with his body transparent, his smooth bones and internal organs clearly visible, emitting a white luster like milk, which looked both clean and dangerous. "Hmm? How do I look?"

The magic dragon shook his tail, obviously very satisfied with this look.

"Who are you……"

Orobos was like being struck by lightning.

"Tsk, how long have you forgotten your master?" Mana Youlong shook his tail and twitched his butt hard on Nightmare's butt, making a clear sound, "Say, are you lazy? Where is Ulala?"

Orobos was completely dead.
Chapter completed!