“！”

At this moment, the old hunter's vision captured the figure of the boy, where it overlapped with Ney in the position.

In this place that has become a dream node, it is always connected to countless dreams in the outside world, so there are countless sides of the same hunter's dream at the same time, just like the two sides of a piece of paper, located in different dimensions, and they do not interfere with each other, and only the old hunter can observe countless sides at the same time.

Now Nye and the boy are on different sides of the same position in the hunter's dream, and they are in different dimensions, so they can't see each other theoretically, but at this time, the two seem to have some kind of tacit understanding.

"It's just a repetition of what you did before!"

The old hunter's tone seemed to deny the feeling.

"Even if the two of you join forces, you can't shake this dream at all, and even more so now you can't join forces at all."

"Do you think so?" ”

The sneering face overlapped with the expressionless face.

"What......"

Answering in unison, for a moment the old hunter even thought that he was facing the same person in front of him. Of course, this was impossible, only the old hunter observed both at the same time, and they could not hear what the other was saying.

"Don't make a mistake, it's not me who wants to deal with you, it's just him."

As if in response to Ney's words, the boy stepped forward.

The strange sense of existence, with the endless expansion of the advance, is very different from the previous moment, it can't be described by humans or creatures at all, it is completely a monster.

"This force? You who have even taken away your real name are already an empty shell, how can you still have this kind of power? ”

The vision is out of focus, creating a double vision, which is almost impossible for an old hunter who observes this dream.

"It's an empty shell, indeed."

The boy didn't change his expression or tone at all, like he said he was an empty machine.

"The reincarnation is even more powerful than I imagined, and even if it weren't for the subject, I would have very little memory left."

Who you are, who you are, who you know, and what you have experienced in the past are like melting snowflakes that can't find a trace.

"But it's because it's an empty shell that you can see something important."

The young man's feet that were not far from the old hunter rippled, like spreading blood, but it was deeper and darker.

"Right."

It was not to the old hunter, but to the ripples beneath his feet.

Finally, the old hunter understood the body of this power, and saw thin little people emerge from below.

"The Courier ......"

"As the contact of the dream, they are actually the product of the people who made up the dream, who have lost their original form, and they are the only humanity they have left."

The blood pouring out of the messenger began to spread, as if to erode the blooming land.

"It's up to them!"

"It's not just them."

"Look around. Don't you love voyeurism? ”

Hearing Ney's reminder, the old hunter couldn't help but do so, and instantly took the entire dream into his eyes through a high-dimensional perspective.

Immediately he saw a piece of paper like a note, some of which recorded the truth about the dream, some recorded the information of the superiors, some recorded the experiences of some people, and even some only wrote some meaningless little things. Pieces of paper with various words written down were scattered throughout the dream, and then passed through the hands of the messenger, and finally gathered here.

These were all different records, and there was no power, but the old hunter could feel that the change in the boy had something to do with it.

"It's a record, a record from person to person."

Nye gave an explanation to the old hunter.

"It's all a record of him and the people in his dreams, not just one, but all. It was in this infinite cycle that he talked and communicated with everyone here. If there weren't so many reincarnations, I'm afraid there wouldn't be such an opportunity. Thank you very much. ”

"Everybody...... Isn't it to change history, that's what you're really about? ”

"This is what you ignore because you think it doesn't make sense in your confrontation with you. Perhaps with one amendment, the conversation of the past will disappear, but the record will remain, turning into a deep trace. ”

Even if Nye explained, it was still incomprehensible to the old hunter, and even the facts in front of him could not change the doubts about whether it really made sense.

"It's naïve, it's disappointing. Don't think it's all in your own hands, is this also a delusion that your God has given you? ”

Nye shook her head at the old hunter.

"Every reincarnation, every change in history, is also an opportunity for us to understand the world more deeply, and as the number increases, the traces we leave behind become deeper and deeper. Now the marks have been gathered here with these records as a link. ”

"Gather the power of everyone in the dream to make the dream collapse. Are you exchanging identities and deliberately exposing your tracks all for this purpose? ”

The truth has been revealed, and the facts are in front of us. But the old hunter who wanted to control everything couldn't tolerate the unknown, so even in this emergency situation, he still asked questions.

"How is this possible?"

Even if the people in the dream can shake the dream, how does it work together? All of us here are crazy people, joining forces, cooperating, working together...... How is it possible for a group of madmen living in their own world to do it?

"So that's the biggest difference between us."

At this moment, Ney's gaze really seemed to fall on the other side that could not be seen.

"It's possible. Feel it. It's hotter than hope, deeper than despair, because—"

"I love everything."

The power of the expansion seemed to have reached a peak, and the surrounding scene was filled with white for a moment.

This void is like the hollowness of the heart, but it is the removal of all impurities that allows the deepest light to bloom. Even if you lose everything, even if you have nothing, it will never disappear the most precious thing that you originally acquired. Now that everything is gone, we still hold on to the important things that we will never let go of.

At this point, it turned into a whirlpool, and everything was swept up in it as if in response.

The influx of messengers raised their arms and sang in praise with their emaciated bodies. The voice resounded throughout the world, and everyone shouted to give their souls for their king.

The chorus of souls runs through the dream, and the whole world becomes as if it were a real dream.