When Clark Carter chased him out of the library, he saw that the other party had run to the end of the corridor.
The speed and strength of the man in black robes... left a very deep impression on him.
"This is true in dreams, and the real world must be extremely powerful... Who is he? A hidden evil heretic who actually possesses such a level of power is a major hidden danger to world security!"
Clark Carter ran and recited a few bytes.
Those were not notes that humans could make, or rather, they were weird sounds made by humans imitating certain creatures. Every word seemed to be full of depravity and chaos.
Puff!
The shadows in the corridor exploded, and tentacles with eyeballs extended from them, like pythons, sweeping toward Fang Xian.
Snapped!
A tentacle slapped on the black robe, as if trying to restrain Fang Xian's right leg. The next moment, the tentacle suddenly exploded, with black spots attached to the tip, as if it was being eaten by countless insects.
"Back off!"
Fang Xian suddenly exuded a breath of air.
This is the sixth level of alchemist!
Under its influence, all the tentacles trembled, as if they had sensed something extremely terrifying, and they all shrank back.
"A superior being? A supernatural creature in humanoid form?"
Clark Carter, who was pursuing from behind, roared angrily and watched helplessly as Fang Xian smashed through the window and jumped out.
But his anger only lasted for a moment, and then the lines on his face softened, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Snapped!
Fang Xian smashed the window and prepared to move immediately after landing.
He needs to escape from Clark Carter's sight and return to the place where he first entered the dream in order to escape from here and return to his correct position in the real world.
Suddenly, Fang Xian's movements stopped.
He looked around and was surprised to find that he was standing in the center of a stage.
The lights on the stage were bright, and most of the audience below the stage were wearing yellow robes with dull expressions, like puppets.
He seemed to have jumped onto a stage, into a theater.
Boom!
At this time, the dome of the theater parted, revealing a huge face.
Like a god, he is high up in the sky, overlooking all living beings.
That is the face of a middle-aged woman.
She was silent for a moment, then stretched out her hands. The two giant hands shook the world, seeming to carry the power of space.
Wherever the big hand passed, the three-dimensional image suddenly turned into a two-dimensional flat image, was compressed, and rolled up... This is a power that destroys the world!
"This woman...is also a legendary investigator?"
"Why is she so strong? No... I should say why is she so big?"
Fang Xian rolled his eyes and suddenly realized: "It's not that she has gotten bigger, but that I have gotten smaller. Is this in a painting?"
Dreamland.
Clark Carter chased to the window and saw that the investigators from the Legend of Sirena below had arrived and were slowly putting away an oil painting.
With the bright light of dusk as the background, this oil painting depicts a huge theater, with what seems to be a little man on the stage.
It's called 'The Theater of the Twilight King', and it's an item full of magical power that can be brought directly into dreams to exert its effects.
And once the oil painting is rolled up, it means that people or things from the outside world that enter it are completely sealed!
"You fell into a trap without knowing it?"
"After all, it is the investigator headquarters...there are too many powers at its disposal..."
Fang Xian looked at the giant hand holding everything together and sighed.
This kind of power, even ancient ones, can be sealed!
Even the secret key transmission function has been affected.
This is almost a desperate situation!
Fortunately, he had learned a secret before, which he could use just right.
'I hope... the seal underground is strong enough.'
Fang Xian took a deep breath, shook his body, and shouted loudly: "Nicholaya! Nikolaiya!"
This is the divine name of the ancient ruler sleeping in the secret realm of the deep sea, possessing incredible power!
After Fang Xian's previous deductions, he generally believed that this dream belonged to Nikolaia itself!
At this time, what changes will occur if you call the name of the old god in his dream?
Boom!
The entire island was shaking, as if an undersea earthquake had erupted. Large areas of land cracked open, and a layer of seawater surged out.
In the secret castle, buildings collapsed one after another and were flooded by the sea.
"No……"
Xilinna screamed and saw that the half-rolled oil painting in her hand cracked, and fishy salty seawater spilled out.
Although they are both ancient rulers, this is just an oil painting painted by believers after realizing the power of the Twilight King, while the dream is the ruler Nikolaia himself.
Therefore, after Fang Xian recited the name of the god, the conflict between the two immediately caused the oil painting to break, and Fang Xian took the opportunity to escape.
"You...you know what you did?"
Xilina pointed her finger at Fang Xian, her whole body trembling, and roared: "You summoned an existence that can never be awakened, and the end of the world may be brought forward because of this!"
Fang Xian was speechless.
Even though he was surrounded by elite investigators, he did not speak.
At this time, everyone was shocked by the huge black shadow rising from the center of the secret castle.
It came from the cracks in the ground and the sea, just a blurry black shadow.
Those present were all investigators who had experienced many battles. Unfortunately, whether it was their strong bodies, their self-proclaimed firmness, or even their proud rationality, they were nothing in the face of real terror.
Everyone's heart seems to be grasped by invisible hands, and unprecedented fear fills the heart of every investigator!
The investigators saw the dark figure, but didn't seem to see it.
What they saw seemed to be just the ruins of the old castle, but there was something inexplicable lingering on the ruins, showing a different shape.
Incomprehensible, indescribable...
Even if they describe what they saw, they will find that each other's descriptions are almost completely different, creating the effect of a blind man feeling an elephant.
Human beings' shallow understanding is inherently ridiculous and crude in the face of such a great being.
Fang Xian's body was trembling, and his sixth-level status prompted him to lower his head.
Because the black shadow almost condensed in his fantasy and perception, turning into an indescribable specific shape.
Don’t look directly at God!
Nicholas, the ancient ruler.
Just in the dream, a little shadow awakened, and fear was like a hurricane, sweeping through all the investigators.
"We can't let it wake up."
Clark Carter gritted his teeth and recited the incantation loudly.
The secret fortress collapsed faster.
But from the position of the Great Library, among the ruins that fell to the ground, a book levitated, turned into a ball of golden light, and exploded suddenly.
The invisible wind swept around, calming the trembling of the ground, and the turbulent sea water curled back to the surface.
Fang Xian covered his forehead.
He seemed to hear a crazy cry in his ears: "I...the ascendant...Hopskin...will make all the gods in the sky...disappear into thin air!"