Under the guidance of the song, Mu Yang, who was sleeping in the giant's body, slowly woke up.

Layer by layer, he pushed open the shell of the giant wrapped around him, and finally broke out of the shell, facing the black clouds in the sky and passing over the huge ten-meter-tall body.

"Don't ...... Sing it again. ”

"Please...... No...... Sing it again. ”

In the dream, countless faceless people with Mu Yang's face wailed together.

"You...... Be...... Muyang ...... We...... Who......

"We ...... Finally...... Put on ...... This mask ...... Under the Mask...... Target...... And who? ”

The twelve-meter giant went crazy and went crazy, and rushed straight to the black pigeon No. 2 buried in the dust, and waved his fortress-like fist, and smashed it into the sand, trying to ruin the melodious song.

The dust rose three feet high, and the earth trembled again and again with the impact of the giants.

"I ...... Yes...... One...... Beautiful ......"

"In ...... Many years...... ...... later"

"Warm...... Target...... Paradise ......"

The black pigeon No. 2 in the sand is still singing intermittently, like a gossamer, but it is always there.

Mu Yang, who stood behind the giant, was as small as an ant.

This familiar song evoked all his memories. But it's only temporary, and when the time comes, he will still return to the wrapping of the soul seed and become a stubborn giant.

"Still awake for an hour."

Mu Yang made a rough estimate.

There was no time to hesitate, and the next moment, he used his tiny body to charge at the giant in front of him!

The giants were still half-crouched on the earth, tyrannical and searching, searching for the source of their songs.

Realizing that something was charging at him, the giant slowly turned his head and watched the dwarf human behind him, who was less than two meters away, collide head-on with him.

"You...... Is it in ...... Bring about one's own destruction...... ? ”

The giant stretched out his huge palm, wanting to crush Mu Yang.

It's just that this time he is facing Mu Yang, who has recovered all his memories.

Naturally, this also includes the use of Black Pigeon No. 2.

"Act I, Broken River."

Mu Yang, who jumped into the air, raised his hands above his head, and his hands were half-clenched in a fist, as if he was tightly gripping a non-existent big sword in the air, and smashed it towards the giant below him with a blow!

A long, long time ago, when he was staring at the starry sky above the waste star, he once "pondered" a question: if one day, he left the waste star alone and went to the vast universe, would he be lonely and bored without the company of his relatives and friends on the way?

My sister at the time suggested to me why I couldn't make a weapon that could sing. In this way, it can be used to fight, and when you are homesick, you can also listen to songs.

As a result, Black Pigeon No. 2 was created with this concept in mind.

The silent earth began to tremble slightly, and in the next second, the black pigeon No. 2, which was originally a ball, heard the call of its master, jumped out of the ground, and continued to deform and unfold in the air, stretching out a huge and thick sword body, like a black wing, and the lower body was supported by a handle, and flew into the hands of Ling Kong Muyang accurately!

At that moment, Mu Yang's hands were clenched weakly, and he slashed downward against the giant palm of the twelve-meter giant. The greatsword flew right into his hand, perfectly making up the distance between him and the giant.

Rumble......

The two were close to each other, Mu Yang's body was suddenly shocked and flew out, and the giant's palm was also straight and cut off half of it.

"Act II, Moving Mountains."

The giant roared uneasily. This time, Mu Yang rushed down, and the sword momentum was split into a flirtatious one, resisting the giant's suppression from above.

Rumble.

The two collided again, and it was still Mu Yang who retreated, but the giant's left hand was also wiped out under this sword.

"Act III, Reclamation."

The giant roared loudly, raising its elephant's foot and trampling it. Mu Yang changed his offensive again, jumped into the Nine Heavens, and looked at the giants at eye level. In the giant's stunned gaze, he swung his great sword and slashed at the giant's neck.

Rumble!

That sword directly cut off half of the giant's head.

The giant wailed, roared, and slowly fell to its knees, collapsing.

"The fourth and final act."

There was no pity in Mu Yang's heart. All laws are empty, and they do not give up all sentient beings. He killed a giant with Muyang's face, but it was himself!

Self is the sustenance in a big dream, but it is also an obsession. Forgetting oneself means assimilating with the light and dust; If you don't cut yourself, it means that you can't get out of this big dream!

"Open the sky."

The sword light fell. Mu Yang landed on the ground and put his sword into its sheath at the same time. The giant behind him sat on the ground in a daze, and with the melodious sound of the wind, it slowly split into two halves from the middle, turning into ashes and disappearing into the wasteland!

It's like what eleven-year-old Mu Yang carved on the stone pillar:

I have a sword that can cut off the negative people in the world and take the seven-colored stars in the sky.

……

In the dream, countless faceless people roared. They felt a forgotten self slowly waking up.

Faceless people in garbage areas, faceless people in industrial areas, faceless people in the wilderness, faceless people in the depths of the wilderness. Countless faceless people slowly marched in the direction of Muyang, and the faceless people in the entire dream realm were converging.

At the same time, the sparkle in Mu Yang's eyes was rapidly disappearing.

"I ...... I can't remember anything again. ”

"It's only been ten minutes, and I can feel that I've forgotten almost half of my memory."

Mu Yang naturally knew that the familiar singing voice stimulated the self that had not completely disappeared. However, I am about to return to my dreams.

And this time it is a real big return. From now on, there is no self, and it will never be able to wake up.

"To find a reference to dreams and reality in this little time is still under siege from the Faceless."

Mu Yang raised his head and saw that countless silhouettes had emerged on the horizon in the distance.

The situation has become too bad to be worse.

"The 'reference' must be in the dream, and it must be something that you know, otherwise it cannot be called a reference between the dream and reality."

Mu Yang simply sat cross-legged on the ground, ignoring the approaching army of faceless people in front of him. The more desperate the situation, the more calm you must be. The only advantage he has in this life is that before the collapse of Mount Tai and on the day of the Yangtze River, he still leisurely drank chrysanthemum tea alone and did not change color.

Since entering the dream, all the things I have experienced and the things that have been revealed in front of me have crossed my mind one by one.

The first faceless man had already walked within a hundred steps of Muyang. It was five meters tall, stretched out its gibbon-like arms, and groped in the direction of Muyang.

"Wait a minute......

A sense of disobedience flashed through his mind, but Mu Yang keenly captured it.