The gentle white light of the sixteen safety lights illuminates every corner of the entire laboratory without dead ends, and the light is bright but not dazzling. The walls were surrounded by familiar instruments and workbenches, and the whole room still looked very neat under the milky white tone, and it was strange that this room of at least two hundred square meters did not even have a window except for a door.

On the long table in the back are incubation tanks of various sizes connected to infusion and air purification pipes. When I got closer, I found that there were all kinds of strange plants in the tank, some of them looked like mushrooms with young shoots on them, and some of the small saplings were less than 30 meters long but full of strawberries, cherries, and kumquats. There was even a bullfrog with a living tympanic membrane that had a blooming orchid growing on its back, and just as he was staring at this strange big toad to get a clear look, the shy guy jumped to the side, and his big bulging eyes stuck to the transparent wall of the culture tank.

......

An indescribable sense of disobedience filled my heart, as if there was something wrong, but it seemed to be so weird everywhere that people couldn't help but want to complain. Rummaging through the white coat he was wearing, a blue and white card-like card was pulled out of his pocket. It was a very kind and slightly shy young face, with short black hair, brown eyes, and "9573 Joint Research Institute, Gene Realization Department, Long Baiguang" and a series of numbers and letters printed under the inch.

"Long Baiguang ......?" I read this familiar and unfamiliar name suspiciously, and I suddenly realized that the young man on the card was not me...... But why do you always feel that something is wrong!?

Scratching his head, the young researcher for unknown reasons observed the various wonderful creatures in the tank while making a routine observation record as usual. It wasn't until he reached the end of the long table that something that still stood out among these strange plants appeared in the sight of the "dragon white light".

It was a ring of bright red and blood-like thorns, made of four red thorns that were connected end to end in an orderly manner!

"No!" took out the card in his pocket and looked at the kind face on it, but suddenly felt like falling into the abyss. "I'm Andre Gosarez...... Leader of Andrari, son of the abyss who breaks fate!"

In a trance, the card in his hand was gone, the white coat on his body had turned into the elf's green silk shirt and black animal skin skirt, and the long table and strange plants had become pools of blood in the field.

It turned out to be a dream!

Realizing this, Andrei breathed a sigh of relief. Although this dream is a little strange, since it is just a dream, then even if the dream itself rules the entire demon world, forcibly marries the elf queen, and enslaves the Garandia tribe, it is not strange. The future demon king, isn't it normal to be willful in your dreams......

It's just that, in ordinary dreams, people in the dream are usually about to wake up when they realize that this is a dream, but at this moment, the child of the abyss has no similar feeling at all, if it weren't for this, it might be a strong contrast between the daily laboratory and the blood-colored thorns in his previous life, and the whole dream almost made him completely unable to distinguish the boundary between the unreal and the real.

Bending down to pick up the blood thorns lying quietly in the pool of blood, Andre carefully played with the thorns on it, which were no threat to him, and the touch in the dream was so real.

"Is Dragon Baiguang the name of my previous life?" Andre muttered unanswered.

Just as he was about to explore this real dream on his own initiative, the thorns in Andrei's hand suddenly wrapped around his right wrist, and it began to shrink like a snake that had attacked it, and the originally soft and harmless thorns became extremely sharp at this moment, and they tore the skin of the children of the abyss and pierced deep into his wrist...... So Andrei couldn't help but suspect that his arteries had even been cut!

With a clear pain, bright red blood droplets dripped from between the thorns, slowly converging into a half-open faucet-like stream, pulling ripples on the pool of blood that reflected the sky like a mirror...... Until the blood flow gradually calmed down again.

The Children of the Abyss felt that the thorns on the thorns had become as soft and harmless as they had been, and they had even healed their own wounds as they had done with others, but the amount of blood they had lost just now seemed to be more than a few blood beads.

André was still wondering what was going on with this dream...... The average person should have woken up from his slumber long ago after suffering such real pain. And at this time, the pool of blood that had absorbed his blood had undergone a wonderful change...... The vermilion liquid gushed out a black magical aura, as if it had a soul, and the magic power was constantly cruising and churning at the bottom of the pool.

The Children of the Abyss felt that this spirit-like thing seemed familiar, but their eyes went dark......

It's dawn!

Sitting up and stretching, rubbing his slightly dry eyes, Andrei suddenly remembered that there were other people on the bed.

Livia sat shyly on the stone bed, bowed her head and waited for His Highness's signal, ready to serve the noble son of the abyss to get up, but the panicked succubus had forgotten that she and her highness slept in kimono last night, and the son of the abyss did not need her to serve and dress at all.

I touched the stone cabinet next to the bed...... No!

The blood thorns that had been placed on it last night were gone.

Rolled over and got out of bed, and there was no ...... under the bed or on the edge of the cabinet

The anxiety made Andre frown.

"Your Highness, are you looking for the crown of thorns?"

"Where do you see it?" Anxious to verify the dream that was clearly imprinted in his mind, the Children of the Abyss were slightly impatient.

"It'...... ...... on your head," the succubus girl replied cautiously.

Touching the top of his head, he found that this thing really ran to his head inexplicably while sleeping, and Andrei felt that maybe the weird dream just now was because this guy was put on his head!

"You brought it with me?" asked the Children of the Abyss, tentatively.

"Don't dare!" Livia knelt down to her Highness in the position of touching the bed with her forehead, but in a panic, the succubus did not realize that she was still on Her Highness's bed. For some high-ranking demons, kneeling on the bed is itself an act of disrespect.

Fortunately, Andre didn't care about this, and he felt that the succubus should not do such a meaningless thing for no reason. Even if it was the crown of thorns she had brought to herself, with her loyalty to herself, the Children of the Abyss felt that it was most likely because she was bewitched by the strange magic of the string of thorns.

But if it had the ability to manipulate dreams, it was likely that this wonderful crown of thorns would also be able to hallucinate others, or move to some extent, and André vividly remembers the stinging sensation on his wrist like a knife.

"So do you know who knows the most about dreams?"

......

"Your Highness, this must be the will of the Great Abyssal Will!" Morrigan, the most experienced of the succubi, swore to Andre with great certainty, and the other demon leaders around her nodded in agreement.

Andrei suddenly felt that he was counting on these guys to be able to say something about those scenes in the dream, because that's why they were real. Of course, about the other world, the children of the abyss did not reveal a single thing to anyone.

Fortunately, in addition to these "fanatics" whose everything can be explained by the will of the abyss, the druid masters of the elves have studied dreams more deeply.

The secret art of the druids - the Emerald Dream. It was a means for them to communicate with the countless creatures of the forest through their dreams when they needed it. During that time in harmony with the vast consciousness of the forest, the tiny bits and pieces that happened in the forest, the hollows in which squirrels hid their nuts, the eggs of birds in the crow's nest...... All of this is no longer a secret to the good druids.

"It's actually a very dangerous thing to be invaded into a dream by an evil object with bad intentions. On the other hand, since it didn't affect you in any way, you might as well try it out as you experienced in your dreams. If it does hurt you, it can do something more subtle or lethal when it affects your dreams, so that things don't get so troublesome and obscure. ”

Although Marcellion's conclusion was no different from that of the demon leaders under his command, his statement was obviously more convincing. Or is it just a meaningless and boring dream, and waking up with the blood thorn on your head is just a harmless prank?

The Children of the Abyss looked at the subordinates around him who were submissive, and while hating iron for not being steel, he still felt that he should go to the blood pool and try it himself.