After a short encounter, Furious was unable to find a chance to counterattack under my continuous attacks, and even the parry defense gradually showed a tendency to fall apart. He seemed to finally realize that he couldn't take advantage of me with his psionic abilities in melee combat, so he changed his mind, and the battle moved to the next stage—he suddenly burst into a black wind, forcing me back for a while; And he seized this hard-won gap and rose into the air.

He can fly.

Pure flight abilities are also quite rare among psykers. Because humans are animals that walk on the ground on their feet, it is difficult to clearly form in their minds the image of themselves flying like birds without relying on any external objects. But this does not prevent psionics from indirectly achieving the result of "flying". For example, the violence in front of you can make yourself move in the air with the help of jetting black wind and relying on reaction force.

And then, of course, I can't do this kind of thing. Even if I can lift myself into the air for a short time with the power of bouncing, I will not be able to move freely in the air, and it will be difficult to exert muscle strength because I can't find a point to borrow power. On the other hand, it is a humanoid jet fighter that can maneuver flexibly in the air and can even project a black wind to form a long-range strike.

In the first second after he lifted off, he threw a black wind at me, but my machete was beyond the reach of the whip, so I could only dodge blindly.

For a moment, I was at an absolute disadvantage.

"How? Even you're helpless now, right? He smiled hideously, "I just said so many big things, now it's time to 'pay off the debt'!" ”

As he spoke, he continued to project a sharp black wind. The ground and buildings that were bombarded by the black wind were like eating the continuous shelling of tanks, and in the blink of an eye, they became full of holes.

In the process of moving at high speed, I dodged the black wind attack and came to the rooftop of the building next street.

Seeing this, he paused slightly, then cautiously rose higher into the air and pulled back the distance.

It seemed that he was so triumphant, but he was quite cautious, knowing that I might suddenly jump up from the rooftop and slash him while he was caught off guard. I also know that he is still wary of me suddenly throwing the machete in my hand, and he has been deliberately selling me flaws since the beginning, trying to make me have the illusion that "if I throw the machete now, I will definitely hit". But since he's still so tight with such an advantage, I'm not going to be so careless.

"It's not the first time I've encountered a flying psyker like you." I said to him from afar.

"You're trying to say that you have a way to kill me in this situation?" He sneered, "Then I really want to meet you!" ”

He continued to issue ranged attacks on me. I dodged and waited patiently.

In the past, when dealing with such flying psionics, I would tend to switch my combat thinking from "head-on combat" to "assassination". This line of thinking is not difficult to understand. No matter how good a psyker is at flying, there is always a moment to land. They must eat, drink, excrete, and sleep. Even if you don't need to sleep, you have to rest. I just have to wait until they do these things to suddenly get their hands dirty.

And that's where my strength lies. I'm an unknown Faceling, and I'm always in the shadows. No one can do the same to me, but I can do the same to others. Even if I am scolded as "despicable and shameless", I will not stop using those assassination methods. What's more, the people I deal with are often shameless. If they were merely irreconcilable conflicts with me in position, and were people whom I respected, then I would not let them die on the top of the bed or the toilet. But since that's not the case, then I don't mind, or rather willingly, let them die a more ugly death.

Getting back to the point: because I was dreaming within a dream at this time, I couldn't take the plan of temporary retreat, otherwise I would be forced to be separated once I was separated from him. So I decided, right here, waiting for him to land.

No matter how long I waited, his Black Wind attack wouldn't be able to hit me. Admittedly, Black Wind attacks quickly, but he must keep his distance from me. And with this cushion in between, even if his attack speed is faster, it can't exceed my reaction speed.

"That's all you have! Facelings! He obviously understood his predicament, so he began to provoke me, "Didn't you just say that it's fun to kill a bad guy like me?" Now you only know what is it to hide and hide? ”

Such low-quality provocations are naturally useless to me. Well, this should be my usual tactic for dealing with other psionics in the past. I asked, "Is it really okay for you to talk like that?" ”

"What?"

"You can't stay in the air forever. And, the moment you land, it's your time of death. Shouldn't we seize the little time we have left to think about our last words? I said, "Or do you want a suicide note, and you want me to take the time to go to a nearby abandoned stationery store and get you paper and pen?" ”

"You-" For a moment, I felt like he wanted to rush at me.

Sadly, he calmed down.

He gave me a deep look. Immediately, he turned around and fled.

I immediately chased after it. His figure entered the back of a certain building, and by the time I looked around, he was gone, and could not be found anyway. It's not like it's just hiding in an ordinary way, but I guess it's the chaotic terrain effect of a dream within a dream that has been triggered. Or as a dream technologist, he has a way to make his pursuers miss him in his dreams.

But as long as he's still targeting the Turin doctor, I don't have to worry about him going into hiding forever.

I also turned away from the battlefield and walked through the lonely streets.

A moment later, the Turin doctor walked out of a street corner and appeared in front of me, as if by chance.

"How did you find me?" I asked.

"I'll find people in my dreams." She said.

I was about to say "I see", and then I suddenly remembered: Isn't this the word I used to deceive Xu Fu when Hu Ma asked me how to find him? At the time, I was still thinking that this technique did not exist, and even if it did, I had never heard of it, but it turned out that the Turin doctor in front of me actually mastered it? Thinking of this, for the first time, I had a clearer impression of her, who was called a "more advanced dream technologist".

I told her about the outcome of her fight with Tyro, and she nodded and said, "Tyro, this guy is quite cautious. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have been able to rescue me and my father from the warlords, let alone take us out of the warlord's sphere of influence. ”

"He was the same back then as he is now?"

"No, there's a difference. Regardless of the strength or weakness, he now said that he was not affected by the withered faith, but after chatting with him for a few words, I vaguely realized that he was probably still subtly influenced...... "What she said made me a little puzzled, but I didn't see any signs of withering believers from the violent body." If you just say evil or not, it is much the same. But since the Turin doctors, who are former witherers, have said so, then maybe that's what happened.

She continued, "It seems that you have to get out of this dream within a dream first. The chaotic terrain here is even more advantageous to him. ”

"You've said before that if you want to leave this dream within a dream, you have to meet special conditions. But with me, it's as simple as I am. I said, "What is this condition?" ”

"Kill me." She said without hesitation.

I was stunned.

"And to kill me with super-high-speed means that I can't react to. Then I will not be aware of the fact that I am dead, and the psionic energy will not eat back against me. "I didn't set this condition, but I was backhanded when I dragged the violent into a dream in a small-town nightmare." Although my dream technique surpassed that of Violence, the same trick was used for the second time after all, and it was inevitable that he would catch the flaw. ”

"It's a cunning condition." I suddenly said, "You can't achieve this condition alone, and in the dream there are only the Violent and Gray uniforms besides you, and the Violent only wants to capture you alive." If I didn't come, you would have been cornered. ”

With her guidance, we reached the entrance of the vault.

"I entered the dream within a dream here in the Vault, so it's best to be here in the Vault when you leave." She said, leading me through the blood-strewn first floor, through the stairs, and finally to the rooftop of the vault.

I looked at the huge Moon of Oblivion in the sky, and took out the Eye of the Moon, the contract item of the Moon of Forgetfulness's Oath, from my pocket.

She glanced back at the thing, didn't ask a question, just waited for me to speak.

I said, "You should know that I don't trust you. ”

"I know." She nodded.

"We don't have a relationship of trust, and we're not partners, we're just temporary collaborators." I said, "So in order to prevent you from plotting against me in the future, or turning your face and denying anyone after the fact, I have to make preparations first." ”

"It's nature." She was not displeased.

"I need to make a pact with you." I said, "Number one, I'll help you kill the tyrant, and in exchange, you'll have to give me the retort and the recipe for the retort afterwards." ”

"Retract the medicine?" She groaned, "I have this." I don't ask you why you need it, just promise you. ”

"Good." I nodded, "Second, after returning to the town nightmare, you will meet a teenager about eighteen years old, wearing a black blindfold in his right eye, a wooden cane, and a disabled right arm and left foot. If it's a dream technician of your level, you should be able to see at a glance that it's a doppelganger. ”

"Whose doppelganger?" She frowned.

"Mine." I said, "You have to forget about this look when you come back to reality." If you accidentally learn from someone about its real name, then you must forget about it as well. You do the same with my fellow travelers. It doesn't matter if you can't clear your memory, as long as you sign a contract, the contract will help you force you to delete it afterwards. ”

"There's no need. I can't delete the memories of other psionics in my dreams, but I can't delete my own. She looked at me steadily, "It's just that you used the doppelganger technique......"

Her tone was rather bad, "It turned out to be because of this ......"

"Any questions?" I realized something was wrong.