Before setting off, Lu Zhengkang still has one important thing to complete, which is to replenish his soul energy.
There are two methods, one is meditation, using dreams to restore energy, and the second is the old method, swallowing residual dreams.
In terms of efficiency, the second one is far better than the first one, and it can increase the upper limit of soul energy, but the hidden danger is quite big. There are too many messy memories, and Lu Zhengkang's subconscious will be over-strengthened, which will have a serious impact on him.
, including distraction, frenzy, etc.
Lu Zhengkang's plan is to get the container mask and then choose whether to devour the soul depending on the situation. This is very safe.
Finding a safe and clean corner, Lu Zhengkang lay down, closed his eyes and began to sleep.
The golden dream world expanded and engulfed Lu Zhengkang.
As soon as he entered here, there was a feeling of disintegration. He transformed into a pure white sun and projected out nearly ten thousand partial consciousnesses.
The final work of absorbing the huge amount of residual dreams in the Colosseum of Fools has not been completely completed. With so many sub-consciousnesses, many of them have not yet arranged their destination.
The size of the Dream Arena was already a bit too small, so Lu Zhengkang decided to make further plans.
Based on the eighteen levels of total consciousness, all three levels of consciousness share an arena, and the number of arenas will also reach six.
The lower the level, the greater the number of sub-consciousnesses. Because the memories drawn when creating them are too fragmented, the intelligence of the low-level consciousness is not high and the personality is very chaotic, which will not cause too much trouble to high-level managers.
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For example, there are three thousand "junior gladiators" at the lowest level, but there are only twenty "intermediate gladiators" in charge of managing them. There are a thousand intermediate gladiators in total, and there are only fifty senior gladiators in charge of them.
By analogy, there are a total of nine thousand nine hundred and twenty-three sub-consciousnesses. At the top level, there are only ten generals, all of whom participate in the management of the lower-level commanders.
In terms of strength, of course, the higher the level, the stronger the strength, but as the consciousness and personality of the lower level continue to improve, one can also advance to the higher level.
Sure enough, a kingdom was established in Lu Zhengkang's dream world, a kingdom of fighters!
The six gladiatorial arenas are the battlegrounds for the fighters, as well as their promotion places. They are selected based on an elimination system. The number of people in each level is fixed. If someone goes up, someone will leave.
The separate consciousness will grow during the battle, increasing the strength of Lu Zhengkang's overall soul. It is also a trick to help him sort out and integrate messy memories.
The six dream arenas are built on six platforms, shrinking from bottom to top, like a pyramid, and the overall consciousness is the sun hanging in the sky, illuminating everything.
The total consciousness perceives the vast dream world.
How did it happen here?
Why are the dreams of all bugs united into one? Is it the instinct of the race? Or is it some great creation?
A deep look interrupted his thoughts.
Deep in the sky of the dream world, there is a bright light. Even the gorgeous colors of the dream itself cannot conceal the majestic momentum of this golden light.
"Submit! Submit!" The explosive will rushed over, breaking the barrier between dreams, and turned into a fuzzy ball of light covered with wings, emitting a terrifying roar that kept echoing in Lu Zhengkang's dream.
It's radiation!
Noticing Lu Zhengkang, perhaps he was delighted to see such a powerful soul. The radiant will contained unquestionable majesty, making people dare not resist and kneel down under the great light.
Lu Zhengkang's dream rioted, and many underlying consciousnesses were infected by the will of the radiation. They began to glow orange-red, and the infection began to spread.
The total consciousness transformed into a white bone nail condensed with light, and penetrated downward into the dream world, destroying the infected sub-consciousness. At the same time, the remaining sub-consciousness turned into light and was thrown into this sharp and huge bone nail.
The bone nails condensed with the great will of countless warriors attack God!
A sword pierced the incarnation of radiation that rushed into the dreamland, destroying everything and hitting the vital point!
Subsequently, the radiation incarnation that was cut apart by the sword energy was shattered, and the radiation body was about to continue its attack, but was restricted by the seal and had to withdraw its attention.
A huge amount of dream essence surged out of the broken incarnation, and merged into the bone nails with great military achievements, causing colorful and mysterious patterns to appear on its surface, like a magic weapon that had been tempered thousands of times.
This time it was a blessing in disguise. Lu Zhengkang's general consciousness stripped off the sub-consciousnesses again. The number has been reduced by nearly a thousand, mainly low-level fighters, but the overall quality has improved a lot. Those sub-consciousnesses that were originally slow and chaotic have become wise and clear.
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Lu Zhengkang felt that his soul energy had been fully replenished and even improved a lot. He immediately did not want to stay in the dream world and woke himself up.
Opening his eyes, he still saw the scenery of the Queen's Garden. Lu Zhengkang stood up a little tiredly. This nightmare was a thrilling one. If the radiation hadn't been blocked by the seal, he might have been doomed this time. It seemed that he couldn't enter the dreamland recently, unless
Go to those special places.
After experiencing the danger, Lu Zhengkang quickly adjusted his mood and went step by step to the fungus wasteland to meet the three mantis leaders.
Arriving at the tribe, Lu Zhengkang was keenly aware of the depressing atmosphere here. There were no soldiers guarding the road, and there were only a few hurried figures jumping quickly between the platforms, rushing towards the center of the village.
Lu Zhengkang followed the figure in front and came to the battle ground where the three leaders had fought. The fence door here was lowered and a fight was going on inside.
Dozens of traitor mantises are being besieged by three leaders. Although they are stronger than the warriors of the tribe, they are far inferior to the leaders.
The death of the traitor lord has had a profound impact on the small circle of the Mantis tribe. It seems that some traitors have decided to return to the tribe and accept the judgment.
These traitors regained their glory, but their actions still caused irreparable pain, so the tribe decided to give them a warrior's death, an honorable death sentence executed by the leader himself.
The traitors fell one by one. Lu Zhengkang could see that they were fighting hard. Their clear mind gave them more dexterous fighting methods, but this could not make up for the strength gap between them and the leader. It can only be said that their resistance
Make this closing ceremony of death more enjoyable.
That's all.
It didn't take long for the traitors to be dead and wounded. The fence gate was raised and the three leaders came out and met Lu Zhengkang.
They said in unison: "Thank you for your help. From today on, the glory of the tribe is complete again!"
Lu Zhengkang said seriously: "Before the traitor lord died, he asked me to send a message to you on his behalf. I agreed, but do you want to hear it? If not, I will record these words for you to read when you want.
, you can watch it at any time."
The expressions of the three leaders were frozen and they were silent for a long time. The big leader said softly: "Under glory, all hatred will dissipate. You tell us, we can accept it."
"He said he missed flying and hunting in his youth, and expressed his regret, and said that there was nothing wrong with his strength. Finally, when he was completely swallowed by the infection, he shouted 'Light! Radiation! Guard! Attack!'. After shouting, he
Completely collapsed."
The three leaders turned their backs and sobbed lightly. The second leader remained still. The big leader whispered, "Thank you. You will always be the honored guest of the tribe."
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, said nothing, turned and left.
