The sea of blood rolls, and there are faint shadows floating in it. It was as strange as a ghost, and with the breeze, a fresh blood qi also rose like a mist, quietly surrounding the blood pupil's side.

But the blood pupil did not have the slightest color, but took a deep breath as if enjoying. The fresh bloody breath entered his lungs, and he felt refreshed, and the fatigue from fighting for days on end seemed to be gone.

That's right, this is the sea of blood, the home of the most powerful blood pupil. If the sea of blood is a terrifying hell in the eyes of most people, then in the eyes of the blood pupil, it is like a mother's womb. It is the warmest and safest place. No matter how great the danger is, as long as he is in the sea of blood, the characteristics of the Lord of the Sea of Blood will make the sea of blood merge with him. Nothing could hurt him anymore.

But this time...... Something special.

The breath of the sea of blood was still so friendly, but the blood pupil couldn't feel the call of the sea of blood to him. It was as if this boundless sea of blood had nothing to do with him. It made him a little strange.

At this moment, he was suddenly stunned. Because in his field of vision, he actually saw a person...... A man who has never moved from beginning to end and is sitting on the shore of the Bloody Sea!

He was dressed in a black battle suit, and sat silently on the shore of the Blood Sea. He didn't mean to hide his figure, but he didn't know what Lu Dao was, and even the perception of blood pupils in this sea of blood couldn't capture his location. Unless you look at it, it's as if he doesn't exist.

But that's not what shocked Blood Pupil the most, what shocked him the most. The man's face......

It was a face that was very similar to him, and even had a temperament that was seven or eight points similar.

With a gasp, the blood pupil spoke in a trembling voice that was unfamiliar to him. "Immortal...... Dirk? ”

Hades Dirk!!

That's right, this mysterious man is none other than Hades Dirk, the legend of Claudir on the same level as the god of war Rhea. It wasn't the first time the blood pupil had seen him, but this time it was so clear. So real. It was as if he had really traveled through time and space, standing with the greatest legend of Claudir, the strongest man in the universe. The feeling was so shocking that even the blood pupils trembled involuntarily. The blood rushed up to the top of his head like crazy.

He was certainly not afraid, but an unspeakable strange emotion. This sentiment was never present in the first half of his life. And at this moment, it swept through the whole body like a landslide and tsunami.

Dirk didn't react, but still silently stared at the sea of blood. At his feet, the waves of the sea of blood rose and fell happily, like a naughty child playing in front of his parents. Unspeakably weird. This sight made Blood Pupil's heart skip a beat, and an incredible thought faintly popped up.

Don't...... The source of this battlefield nightmare, the endless sea of blood, belongs to the Hades King Dirk?

If so. It can indeed be explained that he can't feel the call of the sea of blood.

"No matter what time it is...... The sea of blood is so magnificent, so warm. ”

There was a slight sigh in his ears, and the blood pupils were stunned for a moment, and then he realized that it was the voice of Hades Dirk. He took a sharp step forward and opened his mouth......

"Immortal-sama......"

"Just call me Dirk." Dirk waved his hand, interrupting Bloodpupil's words. Only then did he slowly stand up from the shore. His movements were slow and soft, as if in line with a wonderful melody that made the eyes of the blood pupils light up.

This kind of melody seems to have some special significance......

"You found out?" Dirk asked lightly.

"Yes." Blood Pupil replied honestly. In front of the man in front of him. He couldn't hide the slightest thought. Although Hades King Dirk has shown no power so far, the blood pupil clearly knows that it is not that he is not strong enough, but that he does not need it at all. …,

As Crodile's most terrifying being, he no longer needed to use any means to express himself. Because he is the strongest, whether others admit it or not. No matter whenever, no matter where. No one dares to ignore the existence of Hades Dirk. He doesn't even need to get his hands dirty. Just one look, one frown, can make a civilization tremble. He was able to make countless kings kneel before him and beg for forgiveness.

This is the majesty that he, the strongest in the universe, possesses.

"Found out. Let's take a good look at it. This is also a rare opportunity for you. The corners of his mouth twitched, and Hades Dirk showed an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Said lightly to the blood pupil. "But it's just a little trick and it doesn't help you where you are now."

"You ......" Blood Pupil was stunned. Do you know everything? ”

"I'm just a fragment of consciousness, though." Hades Dirk sighed. Said to the blood pupil. "But do you think I can't tell the difference from such a palpable smell of death? In my eyes you are full of death and despair. It's like the rocks on the shore of the sea of blood, leaving only a gray color. If I'm not mistaken, maybe in another year, your life will come to an end. ”

"............" Blood Pupil was silent for a moment, and finally said bluntly. Be. ”

"So, Lord Dirk, is there anything you can do to change that?"

"Nope." Dirk replied crisply. "I'm just a fragment of consciousness, and I don't have any power here. You don't think I can really change anything. Your state is on your own. ”

Speaking of this, Dirk smiled slightly. "You're really surprising to me, though. I thought it would take at least half a year for you to get here. I didn't expect you to come over now. It seems that your state, while making you hopeless, also stimulates your potential. ”

"I ...... There's just nothing to fear. Blood Pupil replied honestly. At the end, he raised his head again and asked very seriously. "Speaking of which...... Master Dirk, I have a lot of questions. ”

"You're asking about Nightmares on the battlefield?"

"Yes. And also...... I'll meet you here. The blood pupil paused, then looked around again. And the sea of blood here......"

"You have a lot of questions." Dirk shook his head. "I can't give you all the answers. But some...... But it can let you know the truth. ”

"Yes......"

That's a long way to say...... It's as if this encounter between you and me was accidental...... It's also inevitable......" Dirk's voice gradually deepened, and slowly began to speak to the blood pupil.

It turns out that this battlefield nightmare is not for everyone in Crodir. Rather, it is a privilege that only the purest Krodil bloodline can have. Let the elite of Crodil be tempered from birth, grow and become stronger in constant battles.

But battlefield nightmares don't happen in a vacuum, and they're not set in stone.

In fact, the so-called battlefield nightmare is the epitome of the conquest of the Crodil people in the past. The enemies here are the ones they have encountered and conquered. After a series of fierce battles, the powerful Claudir warriors use mysterious means to copy their enemies, and then use both modulation and genetic modification to implant them into the genes of the next generation. In the long run, their offspring are born with dreams of fighting these clones. In order to achieve the purpose of training and exercise.

Because this is the result of pre-modulation, no matter how terrifying the battlefield nightmare is, it will always maintain an appropriate intensity. Ensures that the host is not defeated by nightmares. And when the host successfully defeats a nightmare, they will usher in the next stronger and more challenging dream. And so on for a lifetime.

"So, this is the first layer of nightmares, and if I get here, I'll break it?" …,

"That's right. The next time you enter here, you'll not encounter these enemies. Dirk replied. He showed that smile but not a smile again. "It's cruel, are you going to say that?"

"............" Blood Pupil didn't speak, but his expression was acquiescing.

In fact, it is more than cruelty. Such an approach is simply devastating to future generations. It was hard for Blood Pupil to imagine what kind of cold-blooded race would treat their offspring like this. Let them go through unimaginable tribulations from birth, and the most terrible thing is to accompany sentient beings.

Never-ending, never-ending.

This is the real hell.

"Actually, it's not as scary as you think." Dirk shook his head slightly as if he knew what the blood pupil was thinking. "Nightmares on the battlefield are a microcosm of Claudir's conquests through the ages. That is to say, the enemies here are all defeated and losers. They have been defeated by us, and they will naturally be defeated by our descendants. This is the law of nature. The weak will inevitably be oppressed by the strong. The Crodil people turned out to be strong, and they did after. ”

"So once you've defeated all the nightmares, you'll be able to get out of this boring game."

"Bored? You say it's boring? The blood pupil's eyes flashed, and his chest was suddenly filled with anger. Let your offspring grow up in misery, so that they will never be freed. Is this just a boring game in your mouth? If so, what is the difference between you and the beasts? It's not even as good as a beast! ”

Angry, Blood Pupil could no longer maintain his respect for Dirk, and actually issued a harsh accusation against the strongest person in the universe.

There may be an element of anger in this, but more than that, it is an indescribable confusion and fear.

Blood Pupil, who was once just a post-apocalyptic hunter, never thought that one day he would have such a terrifying identity and such a desperate future. God knows that he just wants to live, in the last days or somewhere else, to live well. But under the impetus of fate, Blood Pupil was surprised to find that she had fallen into a net unconsciously. A net that can't help him struggle, and there is no end.

He didn't know how to go on. This kind of despair and confusion about the future is his biggest problem today.

It has nothing to do with the will, nothing to do with the spirit, and nothing to do with **!

It's just about his heart.

"Only when the heart is strong is it truly strong." Looking at the angry blood pupils, Dirk said pointedly.

"That's what Nightmare Battlefield is meant to teach you. It's not that we're cruel, it's not the cold-bloodedness of Claudir's civilization. It's that we don't have a choice. In this universe, only the strong have the right to live, and the losers ...... They can only be reduced to slaves and livestock. ”

"Tear apart the ...... after the falsehood You will see the truth. ”