"Dak Tillis, do you know what a real dream is?" Nicholas asked Dark in a voice as low, trembling, gloomy as a devil, with a little greed and temptation.
At the same time, the mechanical hearts began to break free from the shackles of the tentacles, one by one began to slowly and rhythmically fall to the ground, and then quickly flew upwards.
The red glow emitted by these birds-like hearts hovering upward was gradually replaced by ghostly blue, and then a little light green was added.
Under the control of the dark magic power in Nikolai's body, they began to stretch out steel-colored metal sections with rust and putrid liquid, which seemed to be pipes for sewage.
These pipes connected these mechanical hearts under the incantation recited by Nicholas, forming a mysterious network that was complex enough but impossible to crack.
Soon, violent air currents blew violently from the middle of the corridor to the two weeks. After several bursts of lightning and thunder, Duck found that the space where he was standing had been widened at least ten times, and the mechanical hearts above his head also began to expand.
Tighten it inward, trying to stick it tightly.
"What do you want to do, Nicholas?" Duck asked warily, subconsciously taking a half step back out of fear.
"I don't do anything, I just want to tell you what a real dream is. In my dream, in my newly created dream, everything, no, everything will obey my orders, and I...
...You only need to pay a small amount of magic power." Nicholas said proudly:
"Reality is illusion and delusion, and illusion and delusion are reality. Everything in the world is just a terrible dream that a creator who mistakenly broke into our chaotic world is experiencing, but can never wake up from. Yours
What you see, hear, think, touch, feel, and know are all indispensable parts of dreams. When you are obsessed with those things that are elusive and elusive, you are also being
Trapped by the devil and can never be freed."
"I don't want to hear you talking about philosophical topics, Nikolai. If you want to fight, just come straight to the fight. You [deceivers] and [prophet] will always do some mysterious things to disrupt the battle.
A true warrior will never surrender to the enemy no matter where he is!" Dak shouted, and the magic power that belonged to the water source in his body quickly surged and condensed in his right hand.
What surprised him was that the ice weapon condensed with magic power was a sharp ax he had never seen before.
"Do you feel anything unusual? Kid. In my dream, your magic power will be subtly guided by me. It's almost time, Dak, you should have felt that you can't move your body." Nicholas
He said proudly, and a small mechanical heart the size of a fist, close to the scarlet color of a real heart, suddenly appeared in his right hand. If he looked carefully, he saw that there was a small silver thread connected to it on the middle finger of his right hand.
Then, Nicholas slowly lowered the mechanical heart in front of Dark, just like the hypnotist who was widespread in the Western Continent from the Human Era to the Steam Era, shaking the increasingly rounded mechanical heart dripping with fire-colored blood drops from left to right.
Heart, trying to further hypnotize Dak in the dream.
"Dark Tiris, do you know? The most terrifying thing is not the first dream constructed by us [Dream Constructors] or [Prophets]. After all, this dream is based on what you desperately desire in your heart.
, constructed by things that are unattainable and things that are far away." Nicholas said in a rich but already softened voice:
"Everything here depends on your cognition, what you see and hear, and the variations of things you think are reasonable. Nothing can escape your cognition and knowledge, and as long as there is a little bit of trouble, you
You will wake up immediately and return to reality.
"This is the underlying reason why Dylan from Zinni was not able to capture the 'Echoers' in his dreams. Compared with 'constructed' dreams, the most terrifying thing is 'dreams within dreams', or 'multiple dreams'.
Dream'. Entering into such a dream often ultimately means madness and delusion."
"What do you want to say?" Duck asked, still holding the cold ax in his hand, calmly watching Nicholas perform by himself.
After all, it was a dream created by Nikolai. Dak could not guarantee that he would be able to take the absolute initiative. He wanted to see Nikolai's moves clearly first and then make a counterattack based on the actual situation.
"This kind of dream..." Nicholas continued:
"It will make you fall into one seemingly endless dream cycle. Every time you wake up, you will think that you are back in the real world, but soon, you will find that you are in another dream. Dream.
The deeper the level, the slower the flow of time.
"Often, in your deepest dreams, you are already gray-haired and approaching seventy years old. It seems that you have spent a long and painful life. But in reality, you have only spent less than five minutes. Deep"
A year is a shallow moment, and the only way to escape from the nightmare is death.
"Now, Duck, it seems that you have been staring at this small mechanical heart for a long time. Do you feel that the time around you has begun to slow down, and the flow of all time has weakened a lot, like a scene in a movie being pressed.
Slow play button? Don’t be nervous, this is just a dream, enjoy it, relax~you will experience the same painful and dangerous life in the dream, and your reincarnation will never be extinguished.
"You will cycle endlessly in death and rebirth until you finally have a mental breakdown and wake up in reality. At that time, you will no longer try to think about whether the place you are in is a dream or reality, you just want to end your stupidity
And the painful life ascends to the heavenly world filled with love, hope and light."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! While Nicholas was using words to induce Dak, the rotation speed of the mechanical heart in his hand became faster and faster, until there was a slight explosion.
As the sound of chirping came, the small mechanical heart suddenly stopped functioning, exploded, and a puff of choking smoke came out.
After fanning randomly a few times, Nicholas simply threw the little mechanical heart aside and walked straight to Duck, who had dull eyes.
He first tentatively stretched out his hand and pushed Duck's chest. Seeing that he didn't respond, he still maintained the original posture of raising the ice ax and preparing to chop, frozen in place like a sculpture. Nicholas
The corners of his mouth were raised to a very abnormal degree, almost revealing his ugly teeth that were burnt yellow and slightly bloodshot.
Seeing that Dak's eyes were beginning to become a little blurry, Nicholas was almost convinced that Dak had entered the "multiple dreams". He smiled "hehe", stretched out his bandaged right hand, and roughly lifted Dak
chin, ready to declare victory.
However, the next second, Dark's gray eyes suddenly flashed with a resentful ice blue, and blue lines like electric current appeared all over his body.
Almost at the same moment, his eyes returned to their bright and alert state. Facing the unprepared Nikolai, Duck "smiled" and slashed his arm.
puff!
A black shadow flew out from where the two people were standing and stuck directly on the ground that had turned into concrete again.
Through the blue light that began to brighten around him, Nicholas saw that it was his own arm, an arm that had been separated from the body, with half of the exposed bones!
From the moment it hit the ground, the flesh and blood inside the arm sprayed out like a sprinkler used by women to water flowers.
Within a few seconds, the sleeves and bandages attached to the arms were all turned into a pile of debris and dust. Mildew spots quickly appeared on the relatively strong arms that were already sallow in color, and the skin was lost at this moment.
Elasticity, blood-colored cracks began to appear, and the yellow fat tissue flowed out, revealing the bright red but quickly shriveled muscle tissue.
"How...is this...why...how could it be? What...what on earth are you doing?" Nicholas was so surprised that he couldn't speak clearly and could not utter a sentence with complete meaning.
Although his emotions were overshadowed by the sudden shock, his body and animal instinct still drove him to quickly jump back and open a distance that he thought was safe from the fierce-looking Dak.
"You want to say why I am not under your control, right?" Dak smiled contemptuously and said:
"To be honest, I don't know. Maybe it's a gift given to me by two reincarnations, or maybe it's a blessing from the Creator at the beginning of my life. Mr. Nicholas, as the 'Spear of Odyssey', you fight against the Federation
The 'Muyuan' of the Lost Ones organization who has been working for many years, don't you even bother to collect this little information?"
"What...information?" Nikolai asked in surprise and stammered.
"My spiritual power." Dak replied, this time it was his turn to be proud.
He first removed the water-based magic power surging to his right hand, threw the sharp ax aside, then took out the weapon that had turned into a brass dagger from his waist, played with it in his hand, and explained to Nicholas
:
"My mental powers are very powerful. Like the Echoers, we cannot be seduced, charmed or controlled by anyone. Except for subtle cognitive confusion, our minds will never have any problems, and any attempt to interfere with us will never occur.
All spiritual actions will end in failure.
"Nightmares, dreams, and multiple dreams are so ridiculous. You lost ones will always live in your own self-righteousness. You think you are free from the shackles of illusions and delusions. Little do you know that you, like those idiots in the Federation, have already fallen into the abyss.
