Pulling her sword out of Chaos' chest and looking at the figures in the distance of the street, Flame walked slowly down the street, and behind her, a commando team of kittens and big men marched silently.

This is the edge of the aristocratic district, and the mages of chaos have turned the aristocratic district into an air defense black hole, so Flame can only move forward on foot with his team, which should have been a trouble, but unexpectedly the team led by Catgirl encountered an earthling player wargroup on the side of the city gate, these French players have already seized the city gate, and a commando team composed of at least a thousand combatants is preparing to enter the noble district for an armed reconnaissance.

They noticed Flame's presence and immediately took the authority of the commander with both hands, so Flame took them with them and fought their way into the noble district.

"Connor, there is a question that has been haunting me since the beginning, I don't know what to think about it, can you give me an idea. Flame Head said without looking back.

"Miss Yan, do you have a problem that you can't think of a solution to?" asked the cat girl with an eye patch behind her, with some curiosity.

"Hmm...... You say, is it really possible for the most beautiful things to be reproduced in your own mind?"

"Miss, the most beautiful thing is not to enter the dream, which is the poison of the evil gods, not the source of happiness. ”

“…… yes, I think so, too, that it shouldn't be like this, that things in dreams are too beautiful...... You say, is this beauty real?" Flame frowned as he looked at the Chaos who were wailing and rushing towards him.

In this regard, the adjutant girl laughed: "Miss, how is this possible, no matter how beautiful the dream is, it is just a dream, do you still think that the beauty in it will be real?"

“…… Yes, I think so. The scabbard blocked the wooden stick swung by Chaos, and the cat girl who drew her sword cut the shell of Chaos in front of her: "Because...... It really felt like a living person. ”

The next moment, a wall of fire rose in front of them, and the chaotic queue crashed into the fire, and by the time they screamed and rushed out of the wall, the players had already prepared various long-handled weapons for them.

"Miss...... I'll still say that everything in the dream is false. The adjutant girl said with a frown.

"I know. Flame smiled, and closed her eyes as she looked at the wall of fire she had created.

Indeed, Connor was right, there could be no real existence in dreams, but ...... But the Marceau in that dream is too real, and the real one does not seem to be a hypocritical existence...... Raising his head, he looked at the vortex in the sky, and with a wave of his left hand, the already accumulated ice storm completely covered the streets behind the wall of fire, and the chaos fell down wailing in the face of the ice storm's onslaught.

The words spoken by Marceau in the dream are so true and so sobering, but everyone says that no matter how much beauty and joy there is, all this is just the nothingness of their dreams...... Thinking of this, I don't know why, Flame's mind once again thought of the words spoken by the chaotic clone in the dream at the end of the dream.

The greatness and insignificance of time...... Parrot, what the hell do you want to say, you guy?

………………

"What a bunch of walking troubles. Standing in the middle of the street, Marceau swung the sword he clenched in his right hand and swept away the muddy blood from it.

In front of him, countless ugly chaos was wailing and rushing towards him.

The next moment, the Book of the Sages appeared in front of the kitten, and the kitten's left hand flipped the pages, first the elements of ice gathered in front of him, and then these blade-like elements swept the entire street like waves, and the bodies of the Chaos were cut or directly frozen in the ice.

Tides of Ice Blades, a combination of extreme and extended effects, is an original arcane in the world of Ayarok, and shamans who are proficient in communicating with the elements can directly mobilize the elements to create the same effect, and in terms of lethality and effectiveness, it will definitely not be compromised - most importantly, this spell is a level 6 arcane in the Book of Arcanes, while in the Book of Sages, it is just a five-ring spell.

Cocking his neck and drinking a bottle of potion that can replenish divine energy, discarding the empty bottle, the cat cub turned to the other side of the three-way road - the frozen side leads to the civilian area, and now it is the passage to the noble area, for the former, it is a good choice to block the road with ice elements, and in front of the latter, everyone needs to desperately open a passage.

"Well done, Commander, you've done all the work that a team of mages would be working on by yourself. "Noticing Marceau's entry, the leader of the 'Mars Kids' warband, who had followed the team at the previous intersection, greeted Marceau, this young girl was a little familiar and a little too enthusiastic, but she and her warband members made up for Marceau's current shortcomings - when the rabbits went to launch' After the Chosen One, the number of combatants in the hands of the cat cub is only about two hundred, and this kind of personnel is enough when the passage has not yet been opened, but when the passage is really opened and the lackeys of the evil god come on the field, the two hundred or so people in the hands of the cat cub are afraid that they will not be able to shoot a wave.

Therefore, Marceau must unite all the forces that can be united, fight with Flame, and sort out the noble district well.

"I just did what I was supposed to do. Thinking of this, Marceau smiled at the young girl.

The long sword in his hand was not idle, and with a sword slashed over the chaos that rushed in front of him, the cat cub looked around and confirmed that his girls were happily setting off their guns on the bell tower not far away.

"By the way......" "My name is Polill, you can call me Bo." The young girl replied immediately.

"Well, Miss Pollier, I have a question that has haunted me since I woke up from my dream, and I don't know what to think of it...... So, can you help me with an idea. Marceau looked at her and said.

"Huh, me?" the big young girl who called herself Polyl frowned, "Ah, please tell me, I might be able to help you with that." ”

"Well, Miss Pollier...... Do you think it's really possible for the most beautiful things to be reproduced in your own mind? Marceau looked up at the girl in front of her.

“…… Commander, I don't think it's possible to enter a dream for the most beautiful thing, because this dream is a poison given to us by the evil gods, and there is nothing good in my dreams except pain and despair. At the mention of this, the battle leader's face was full of sadness: "So, I'm curious, commander, what kind of scene can make you feel good." ”

"Yes, dreams are supposed to be an extension of our desperate hearts, so I think so, everything in dreams shouldn't be so beautiful, but ...... I saw in it a beauty that I could never see again in this life, so I ...... You say, "Is this beauty going to be real?" Marceau looked at the girl in front of her and said.

Miss Pollier seemed to understand: "I see, that in spite of all the despair of the dream, you still see the best things in your heart...... However, no matter how beautiful it is, it is only a dream, do you think that the beauty in it will be real?" the girl smiled and shook her head, "That's just yesterday's yellow flower that can't be seen again, Commander." ”

“…… Yes, I think so. Flipping through the Book of Sages, a flame explosion turned the giant chaos into a burning waste, and Marceau sighed in her heart that no matter how much the flame in the dream looked like a real person, it could not change her nature as a puppet in the dream world.

No matter how much beauty, no matter how much joy, all this is just the nothingness of his dreams, Marceau can't believe that Flame will have the same experience, the experience of reliving is so precious, being able to communicate with the familiar Flame again in the dream is already a very happy event...... "Thank you, Miss Pollier, you are right, the good things of the past are in the past." Marceau finished and strode to the front.

"Actually, my personal opinion is to look ahead, Commander, and be careful all the way. ”

"Thank you. ”

Turning around, for some reason, Marceau's mind once again thought of the end of the dream, the manifestation of the flame in that dream...... No, there's a problem.

Marceau frowned...... 'If we can still meet...... I would say the same. ’

How could we ever see each other again, with such a crappy and wrong dream, this is really something that an old liar like a parrot can come up with?