The aura of the Nightmare Realm, which was so thick that it seemed to be substantial, suddenly came alive and poured into Ingres's right hand with the same purpose.

Angel was startled, because he obviously didn't let his right hand absorb the Nightmare Realm.

All of this is entirely an autonomous act of the right hand.

The Nightmare Realm aura poured into his right hand, Ingres didn't know where it went. Not to mention that he is now a mortal body, even in reality, he basically knows nothing about his right hand.

However, as the aura of the Nightmare Realm poured more and more fiercely, Ingres only felt that his consciousness was a little confused, and the scene in front of him was sometimes blurry, sometimes clear.

It's like falling from a bright dream into an ordinary dream, and my thinking gradually becomes less clear.

At this time, a large amount of Nightmare Realm aura poured in, causing the suspended green veins on his right hand to begin to increase continuously, as if he was replicating himself, and various new green veins emerged.

And these green lines are more and more undulating, sometimes large and sometimes small, sometimes sparse and sometimes dense, sometimes gathering and sometimes scattering. It's like a musical symbol, composing an unknown score in mid-air.

Eventually, like fireflies, the green veins flew away from Ingres' right hand, forming a well-patterned ring in the process of spinning, and fitting to the half-channel boundary membrane.

It's like the legendary Boundary Piercing Ring, with a big hole in the boundary membrane out of thin air.

At this time, Ingres was already a little confused about the difference between reality and dreams, real and unreal. His mind began to sink into a mush, and even though he tried to keep it clear, he still couldn't keep himself in his dreams.

Suddenly, he faintly saw a tall figure appear in front of the half-channel boundary membrane, in the "Crossing Ring" composed of green lines.

The long golden hair fluttered in the wind, revealing only a scarlet, indifferent eye.

Even though Ingres's brain was in a state of confusion, he still couldn't help but raise his hand and point to the figure: "You are ......"

Images flashed through his mind—

It was a dark chaotic space, Ingres stood out of thin air, the chaotic space was like a universe, and there were stars from an unknown number of billions of light-years away, flickering dimly and faintly.

In this dark starlight universe, Angels stands at the very center.

In front of him there is a water mirror that can reflect the stars, the water mirror is rectangular, as if there is no frame, standing quietly, like a door.

Angel stood in front of the water mirror, unconsciously reaching out to touch the mirror.

There was also a person in the mirror, and Ingres couldn't see his face, not even his gender, but he could only see long golden hair flowing with the brilliance of the stars, and a pair of cold bloody eyes.

The man in the mirror also stretched out his hand.

The right hands of the two of them touched the mirror, and ripples like water waves slowly spread out on the mirror.

Angels put his right hand in the mirror!

The man in the mirror and Angel's hand met at this time.

With the twinkling of stars, the picture is terminated at this point.

Angel also raised his head suddenly: "I remember, you are ...... Sava?"

When he was in Witch Town, Ingres was like this, his right hand merged with the man, and something happened as a result. Later, Sanders told him that there was a man with long blond hair whose hands were in merge with him at that time.

It's like him and the person in the mirror in the picture, holding hands and meeting as one.

The blond-haired figure had already stepped out of the half-passage and stood in front of Angels.

It stands to reason that Ingres should have felt scared. But just like his previous test with Maya, he didn't have the slightest fear of the person in front of him, but felt peaceful.

"Answer me, are you Sava?" Ingres asked again, "Or are you me?" ”

In the Nightmare Realm, my projection, another me in the world?

The large amount of nightmare aura around him was like a mist, and the figure of the person in front of him could not be seen very clearly. I only feel that my thinking is becoming more and more confused, and Ming Meng seems to have collapsed at this moment, and he is like entering an ordinary dream, regardless of falsehood or true self.

Just before he fell into a complete dream, he seemed to see the mouth of the person in front of him move.

But what he answered, Ingres could no longer perceive anything. If his original clear thinking was a light white tea, at this time, he was constantly rounded by a spoon, and finally became a muddy water in the stirring, which was illogical.

In the midst of the confusion, Ingres only felt as if he had another dream.

This dream within a dream brought Ingres back to the chaotic universe full of ancient starlight.

In front of him, there was still the water mirror full of ripples.

On the other side of the water mirror, there is still the blonde figure who can't distinguish between men and women, and can't distinguish between faces.

And his right hand was still stretched into the rippling water mirror at this time.

If the person on the other side is what Sanders calls Sava, or the projection of Ingres in the Nightmare Realm. The last time he was in Witchtown, he and the right hand of the man in the mirror had fused together, so his right hand had changed.

But now, why is his right hand still in the mirror?

Angel tried to pull his right hand away from the mirror, but he couldn't move, which caused a ripple in the mirror.

It can't be withdrawn, but it stretches in, and it seems that there is still a lot of space. However, he soon found that he could only stretch in, not backwards.

And, as he poked his right hand in, his face moved closer and closer to the mirror. He was almost only separated from the blonde figure in the mirror.

An alertness suddenly rose from Ingres's heart.

Can't go in again!

When this alertness rose, Ingres's thinking seemed to ease out a bit. He tried to adjust his perspective, trying to make his blurry vision clear, to see the face of the person in the mirror.

However, as his mind began to recover, the ancient starry sky also collapsed, as if everything around it had been reduced to dust, blown by the eternal wind into an unknown hourglass.

When the dust was gone, Ingres's mind gradually regained clarity.

He opened his eyes and looked at the foggy sky above him, and for a moment he didn't know where he was. Is he experiencing the next dream-within-a-dream? Or is he back in the wilderness of dreams?

It took a moment for Ingres to realize that he was still in the wilderness of dreams.

The rich aura of the Nightmare Realm was still flowing slowly around him, and along a kind of vein, it was transmitted to every corner of the Dream Wilderness.

Ingres sat up from the ground, and he turned his head to look around.

There was no blond figure, and the half-passage was fine, and there was no wind or waves around, as if nothing had happened.

However, when Ingres looked into his right hand, he noticed a change.

His right hand seems to have become longer?

Ingres stretched out his hands and compared them to his left hand, and found that his left hand was almost a palm's length less than his right hand.

The palm of the left hand itself is smaller than the right hand, and now it is even less than the overall length?

Ingres seemed to remember something, he had stretched his right hand into the mirror for some distance when he had dreamed in a dream before, could it be that because of this, he had fused more parts with that Nightmare Realm being?

With a feeling of trembling in his heart, Ingres took off his coat.

Before, the green lines were only suspended in the palm of his right hand, but now, they spread to his forearm and even to his elbow.

Sure enough, his right forearm changed, exactly the same distance as the distance he had reached into the mirror in Ingres' previous dream.

"Seems to have fused the right forearm again?" Ingres muttered silently, "This should just be a dream...... I'm still in the wilderness of dreams, so it shouldn't affect reality, right?"

Even though Ingres comforted himself so much, he remembered that the last time he fused his right palm, he was actually in the Nightmare Realm, and he was also in an unrealistic state.

In the end, it still affected reality.

For a moment, Ingres wanted to immediately exit the wilderness of dreams and return to reality to take a look. But as he got up, the bag beside him rattled.

Angel picked up the bag, and inside it was a piece of glass-like Realm Glass.

He picked up the bag and looked at the half-aisle not far away. In the end, after struggling for a while, he still didn't immediately return to reality.

Ingres changed himself to the "God's Perspective" and patrolled all the areas covered by the Nightmare Realm, not feeling anything unusual. There were no Nightmare Monsters, and there was no blond figure.

Whatever happened when he was confused just now, at least the man should be gone now, right?

Now that the man was gone, there had to be a way to deal with the affairs of the Dream Wilderness, and he couldn't do nothing.

Angel decided to go with the original plan, testing if he could cut off the wilderness of dreams.

But before that, there is one more thing to test for Ingres.

Now that his right forearm is also suspected to have been fused, can he still absorb a large amount of Nightmare Realm aura through his right hand to create a partition space?

Angel tried, and it turned out that the control of his right hand was back in his hands.

He can absorb a large amount of Nightmare Aura with his right hand, and this effect seems to have increased. His control of the Nightmare Aura is also more precise than ever. It can even be like an elegy for evil and evil, condensing the breath of the Nightmare Realm at one point, restricting, blocking, and dispersing it.

Although the situation is back to normal, and it is better than expected. But Ingres's mood didn't have much joy, and this feeling of suddenly not being able to control body parts on his own made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

If one day, his body blends into more parts of the other party, is he still himself?

Even though Sanders asks Ingres to treat it as a projection bloodline, and says that the projection bloodline is the most suitable bloodline for him. But in the case of powerlessness, Ingres inevitably felt insecurity in his heart.

However, this is not the time for him to mourn and complain. Angel could only suppress the resentment in his heart and let his thoughts get back on track for the time being.

Leave the rest aside for now, and for now focus on cutting off the wilderness of dreams.