At the same time, at the other end of the boundary wall.

Nanmen was still thinking about a strategy to get out.

Her mind flashed through every scene of the battle she had just flickered, and she was investigating the key to breaking the game that might be hidden among them.

"I don't think this explosion is a little unreasonable, is it because it has mixed my perfume?"

As mentioned earlier, in this special dream world, the perfumery method of the South Gate can only improve the taste of the air, and it is not enough to cause hallucinatory effects on the enemy.

Therefore, Nanmen gave up the use of perfumers to break the game early on.

However, there are exceptions to everything.

Not long ago, the blood-covered South Gate suddenly realized a subtle key point: the smell of blood seemed to be quietly changing the original structure of this dream world, and the surrounding scenery would occasionally jump slightly like a phantom in the water.

However, it was only a slight jump.

If you don't look closely, you may even think that it is caused by dazzling.

When moving at a high speed, it is difficult for people to perceive changes in the scenery, especially when they feel pain and exhaustion, and they will feel that it is just a psychological effect.

Nanmen is not an ordinary person, she is a cat person.

The cat's vision is very different from that of a human, and she can perceive even the slightest changes in her surroundings, even if she is in an extremely poor state.

Under these circumstances, a crazy thought welled up in Nanmen's heart, and she desperately wanted to know what the smell of blood had changed, and why those scenes had fluctuated like water streaks!

So, she experimented with colorless and odorless perfumes.

Little by little, little by little, let them melt in the smell of blood and spread throughout the world.

When the concentration of the perfume reached a certain point, she saw the hole in the sky.

Perfumes mixed with spiritual power were pouring towards the hole, and every time it got closer, the hole would get bigger, and the whole space would tremble with it.

It's like a scene of blood rushing to the heart and the heart beating hard!

"That hole...... By the way, when did that hole appear? The south gate turned his head to the side and glanced at the boundary wall behind him.

From the outside, there was no sign of the hole at all, but it was through that hole that she left the blast not so long ago.

She couldn't even see how she had left, as if a powerful suction had grabbed her and tossed her out of the wall.

"It would be nice if I could see what was going on."

……

"I remember."

McGonagall stopped in his tracks.

He returned to the hole where the outside wind was whirring in his face.

"Ah, I finally remembered, remembered the fight that gave me a headache. Speaking of which, Miss Cat Man wasn't the only one who escaped, that guy ......"

Rumble!

McGonagall threw a punch into the hole.

Countless shiny debris fell from the edge of the hole, and the hole grew larger.

McGonagall had never tried to get out of the hole, and in fact he knew there was something going on outside the hole. Yumoori is like a cocoon, and he holds one end of the silk thread, thus weaving the whole world.

Every now and then, he throws some "trash" out of his cocoon, or a dead enemy, or a toy that he is tired of playing, or some ability that he doesn't think is necessary.

His body had long since stopped growing, but his abilities had not.

He had to separate some abilities that might harm Yumeori, and this "separation" process was actually very bloody, and all he threw out were some vague meat balls, and these meat balls came from his body itself.

These balls of meat are what McGonagall calls "nasty abilities".

Without the ability of his body, they will survive by eating "garbage" in the world outside the cocoon, and after they have a certain spiritual sense, they can follow the "silk" of Dream Weaving and leave the huge world of Dream Weaving.

"Seriously, I'd rather die here than go out and take a look, those filthy and disgusting maggots...... The thought of them possibly having the exact same face as mine makes me want to throw up. ”

Seeing the chaotic world in front of her, McGonagall tapped her head and remembered something from a long time ago.

Once a human in a black shirt and suit pants had arrived, and he made an impossible request to McGonagall, which instantly angered her.

McGonagall, with the intent of screwing off the other's head, launched a fierce attack on him.

It was an incomparably tragic battle, but the word "tragic" was only used to describe McGonagall and his Yumoori, who was so strong that just a light poke of his sky caused an intuitive effect as terrifying as a great earthquake, and Yumoori almost collapsed.

Until the bastard human escaped, he seemed to only have dirty clothes, not even a piece of skin scratched!

McGonagall, on the other hand, not only needs to repair Yumeori's damage, but also spends a considerable amount of time repairing her own comminuted fractures. For a long time after that, he was forced to lie dormant, and by the time he was fully restored, he had also chosen to forget about the humiliating battle.

"This hole was probably caused at that time, right? Hum! Damn cat people, they found such a thing...... Well, let me see how the hell you got out. ”

McGonagall muttered to herself, slowly closing her eyes.

A scar-like mark appeared above his left eye, and with the help of this ability called "Mark", he would see what had just happened.

……

Let's turn the clock back to before the explosion, when the South Gate had just discovered the hole in the sky.

From the very beginning, Nanmen vaguely felt that it was her only hope for survival.

It's a gut feeling, and there's no particular reason for that. But...... A woman's intuition is often accurate, especially for a woman like Nanmen, whose intuition can be seen as a prophecy.

However, seeing the hope of life in front of her, she didn't know how to use it.

If she could have been given more time and free use of her spiritual power, she would have been able to come up with a more thoughtful way to deal with it, but at that time, she had nothing at all.

There was no time, no extra spiritual power, and the brain became more and more sluggish because of the pain...... All kinds of signs indicate that she is in the worst state, and it is basically impossible to approach the hole without the other party noticing.

The most important thing is that whether the other end of the cave is a raw door or not, she can't be sure at that time.

McGonagall gradually lost patience with her, and her attack became more and more rapid, and she had a hunch that she was about to deliver the final blow, and she had to fight back!