It wasn't until late at night that Roland drove the group back to the Six Mile Pavilion, the neighborhood where the scroll had first entered the dream world.

It is the same old street as the Guanzi Community, but it is more commercial than the former. On both sides of the street, there are many convenience department stores, fly halls, mass sales KTV and Internet cafes, which are not large-scale, and the main patronage is basically nearby office workers and students.

Although it looks a little dirty and messy, it is suitable for books to hide their identity.

The entrance and exit of the junction point are next to the street, and from the outside it looks like an ordinary iron door, as for the original door here, or after the book entered the dream world, Roland still does not know. However, this position is obviously extremely important, and he is already considering whether to buy the shops on both sides through the relationship between the association and the Shamrock Group.

After all, the Scroll's Consciousness Realm can only carry one Divine Punishment Witch to act, and there is still a certain danger if it is targeted by multiple Demon Fallen. As a key person in passing on the knowledge, it is obvious that there is no risk at all, and if there are a dozen or so battle witches stationed around the connection point, the security will undoubtedly be higher.

Taking advantage of the fact that the crowd was much sparser, Roland made a final round of tests on the interaction between the two realms of consciousness.

When the dream world stops functioning, no matter where the scroll is, it will be excluded from the dream and returned to the small archive.

This is also the biggest difference from the witch punished by God.

Although the latter's consciousness will return to its own body, its place in the dream world will be fixed at the moment of departure. That's why Roland asks them to all come and go as much as possible in the Rose Cafe or the warehouse next door—otherwise, someone might disappear into thin air when the personnel change.

The problem of books is clearly even more serious.

At least in an emergency, the Witch of Divine Punishment can still be "seamless" with Roland in and out, which is not the case with the book. This also meant that every time she entered a dream, she had to start in the Archives and end in the Archives when she came out of her dreams.

However, considering that as long as the church scroll uses a mobile phone, it can always ensure that both parties are in the right position before waking up, and Faldi's magic flying insects are always monitoring the area, so it is not a difficult thing to solve.

The reverse holds true of this law.

When the scroll voluntarily leaves its own realm of consciousness, both the Witch of Divine Punishment and Roland are forcibly expelled from the realm, with the former returning to the shell of reality and the latter appearing at the door of the iron gate. It didn't feel good, it was like a roller coaster.

And the last point was quite unexpected by Roland.

After the scroll left the realm of consciousness first, the iron door remained, but behind it was neither a wall nor the small gray room, but a red nothingness.

That's the symbol of erosion.

According to Garcia, erosion fissures are not something that can be seen everywhere, and where they exist are usually guarded by association commissioners. In other words, the erosion should have been caused by the archives.

Sure enough, the relationship between the realm of consciousness is not simply the relationship between inclusion and accommodation, Roland realizes that they are all part of the realm of consciousness, occupying the power from the source of magical power, and the advantage of one or the other is probably the most appropriate interpretation. This is also in line with Arashi's statement that as long as the dream world swallows more cores, he will have a chance to invade the realm of the gods.

Another question arises.

If other high-level demons' consciousness realms were allowed to enter the range of his keylight pillar, how would the dream world change?

Can they also appear in the city like books?

......

The next day, Roland received an update from the front.

The envelope was stacked on top of each other two pieces of paper, one written to him by Wendy, which briefly recounted the situation of the witches and the second half focused on Nanawa Pine.

This little girl, who has followed the League of Witches all the way, finally ushered in her coming-of-age day.

And like Lucia, Mystic Moon and others, her magic power also condensed the moment she became an adult, and according to the division of the Federation, she was already a veritable high-level witch.

The letter doesn't say anything about the specific abilities, perhaps because everyone is too busy, or maybe Nanava's magic is too precious to be spent on testing...... However, Roland didn't care about this moment, the most important thing for him was that Nanava crossed the threshold unharmed.

And the other letter is much thicker.

There were both reports from the First Army and proposals from the General Staff - a major drawback of the existing messaging channels, as the front would often wait until a certain level of reporting had accumulated before returning to Neverwinter in order to conserve transportation resources. Therefore, it is the same letter, but some of the contents can vary from several days to half a month in time.

Looking at the end, Roland's brows suddenly furrowed.

"Did something happen?" asked the nightingale, who was standing by the sidelines.

"The devil launched an all-out assault on the positions of the First Army. He muttered, "—just a week ago!"

......

Wolfheart, Howling Castle.

Once again, the sound of a terrible siren sounded over the city.

This is the third time since sunrise today.

"Damn monsters, don't they know they're tired?" Jodah spat hard on the ground, pulled a paper bag out of his bosom, and poured it for a long time but couldn't pour anything.

"Give. A hand suddenly reached out from his side, "This is what you're looking for, right?"

Jodah turned her head to see that the speaker was Fala, and she had handed over a small white pill.

"You...... Don't you need this?" he hesitated as he picked up the pill.

"I'm not as fragile as you, but I don't sleep for a day or two," replied Fara with a blank face, "and I hate these things, who knows what they're made of! ”

"Maybe you're right," Jodah let out a long breath, tossing the medicine into his mouth, "but it will at least keep me alive for the time being." ”

When the medicine melted on the tongue, a bitter taste quickly filled the mouth, and at the same time, the biting chill in the air, the dizzying tiredness and exhaustion seemed to be swept away, and even the stiff fingers and limbs became flexible. He felt himself back to being the keen hunter he was, rather than an exhausted prey waiting to be slaughtered.

That's what it feels like –

Jodah picked up his spear and set it firmly on the firing position.

These pills were distributed to each soldier as rations only half a month ago, and its official name is retardant, but everyone prefers to call it a non-pouring pill. As long as you take one pill, you can completely block out the pain in your body until it erupts after a few hours.

Although some of the sandfolk were initially reluctant to take the drug, and associated it with the legendary Mad Pill, it didn't take long for the voice to fade away. The reason for this was that the First Army did not enforce the use of repressants, and also noted the characteristics of the after-effects on the paper bags of the packaging, requiring them not to be taken continuously—a practice that was diametrically opposed to the rumors that Jodah had heard about the Three Princesses.

In addition, in addition to the Kaisha people's troops, those northerners also received a reprieve pill, even the officers, which also dispelled most people's doubts. Some people even say that the medicine could have been made fragrant and sweet, but it was because it was prevented from being eaten as a snack that the bitter taste of the astringent taste was added.

And when the devil launched a frenzied attack, this white pill immediately won the trust of all the soldiers - in the face of the enemy's attack from morning to night, Jodah could not imagine how he could have lasted dozens of hours in such a high-intensity battle with almost no rest without a retardant.

As an experienced hunter, he naturally understands the difference between going into battle in perfect condition and fighting continuously with exhaustion.

As long as he doesn't die after taking it, he can accept the serious sequelae.