Daniel fell straight to the ground. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The heavy armor on his body, along with the equipment he was holding, including Mores's armor, sword, and shield, smashed against the fine masonry floor with a pleasant crisp sound.

"Stupid, you've accidentally wounded an ally!" shouted Shut up, having followed Daniel in search of the equipment, but was a little late enough to dodge the attack.

Lukka hurried to remove the effect of the stun technique.

This vertigo technique, which had bounced off Taylor's shield and materialized it, seemed to be much more effective than he had used directly, and even Daniel, who was so rough and thick-skinned, spent a long time rubbing his waist and slowly standing up - when he fell, his waist hit Mores's shield.

And Taylor, who caused all this, sat on the back chair directly opposite, leisurely sipping black tea, and his eyes were clearly looking at the guinea pig in the cage.

Finally, he drank up the black tea that he didn't have, and stood up tremblingly with the old man's characteristic movements.

"You've had enough of making trouble, right? Now, leave me the 'power of illusion'!" he said, slamming his right hand on the table.

The table top made of teak is not only smooth, but also sturdy. Taylor's palm slapped up, and there shouldn't have been any damage. But at this time, from under the fingers covered with age spots, countless gray fine lines extended. These fine lines, slightly curled in arcs, are jumbled with each other, and their shape is the same as the black line on the dim sun in the sky outside the window.

"Beware!"

Before Crete could finish speaking, the gray lines on the table changed its state. Instead of lying horizontally on the surface of the table, they trembled and swayed, one by one, and then split into more gray curves.

The lines intertwined and spread throughout the parlor, creeping up the placket of Luca and each of his companions in a blink of an eye.

"What is this?!" Thea reacted the most violently, it stands to reason that the silver dragon's scales would make her immune to most magical damage, but the gray lines seemed completely unaffected, wriggling to cover the silver hem of her skirt.

Ollie tries to use her sword against the thing, but Greyline is not an entity. The greatsword swung through, the lines only twisting slightly in the air, and then continued to attack her silver armor, not even slowing down the wriggling movements.

Nora's living flame, Daniel's scepter, and Mores' jagged sword were all completely useless, and he could only watch his whole body slowly turn gray.

And when it comes to it, Luca is more sensitive than they are.

As soon as the first gray thread touched his body, he sensed the object. Each gray line desperately attacked his mental space, although it seemed that these things only covered the surface of his body, but in fact, Lukka used all his energy to barely keep them out of his spiritual star.

"Huh?" Taylor didn't seem to expect Lukka to be able to resist his attack. He increased the frequency and intensity of his attacks, and this time, not only did more curves appear out of thin air, but even his own palms were almost completely covered in gray.

Finally, a tiny crack appeared in Luca's spiritual starry sky. Taylor would not let go of this hard-won opportunity, and in an instant, countless gray threads rushed to the gap, twisting his body and eroding inward.

Lukka even felt the pain of the "power of illusion" about to be torn apart, which was told to him by the prophecy star of "danger perception" next to him. The star's anxious brightness and darkness, although the direction of the gray line attack was not on its side, still performed its function perfectly: constantly stimulating Luca's senses from the inside of the brain.

"That's a disservice!" Lukka shouted at the star, unable to refocus his scattered spirits.

Suddenly, a purple light lit up in front of his eyes.

Luca's thoughts were half in Taylor's reception room, half under the starry sky.

Now, both parts of Lukka saw the purple light at the same time.

"What is this?!" Taylor's voice was panicked for the first time today.

No one answered him.

The light started out as a faint firefly, but as time passed, it quickly but unhurriedly increased its brightness, and soon became like an exploding supernova, forcing everyone to close their eyes.

And those gray curves, the moment they came into contact with the purple light, curled up and fled back to Taylor's hand.

Then, a purple glow enveloped everyone in the room.

After a few seconds, the light dimmed. As the last glimmer of light vanished, the crystal on Luka's staff snapped in half and fell off the top of the staff.

Opening his eyes again, Lukka found himself in an unfamiliar space.

Everything here is made up of crystals that shimmer with a pale golden shimmer. The ground, the sky, the buildings that stand quietly nearby, and the mountains that loom in the distance are all made of these translucent crystals.

Lukka took a step forward, and from under his feet, a golden stream slowly poured out, but there was no more movement, just following his steps, rolling up a rudder's golden ripples, as if he was just following and watching.

"What is this place?" Lukka said to himself.

"This is someone's consciousness space!" Shut up and didn't know where to fly to his shoulder, affirming, "I've read a book on this thing!"

"Why did you come in too, and what about the others?" Lukka looked around, not seeing any of his companions.

"I didn't see ......" shut up a little frustrated.

But in the next second, a purple light flashed in front of Lukka again, and Ollie's figure fell sideways to the translucent ground, her current appearance was the same as it was, and the disguise effect of the opal ring didn't seem to work here. Lukka hurried over to help him up, and Ollie didn't seem to be hurt, rubbing her sore thigh and standing up.

Then Crete, then others.

A minute later, all the members of the Silent Death, plus Mores, a supernumerary, were all gathered together.

Everyone looked at this completely unfamiliar place.

"You just said that this is someone's consciousness space? What is that? Is it the same as my spiritual starry sky?" Lukka asked the closed mouth on his shoulder.

"Some similar, but not quite. Shut up and explained, "Consciousness is a solidified spirit, and the spiritual space of a mage changes at any time, but the consciousness space is like building a house, every memory, every emotion is bricks and tiles, it is the accumulation of these things." The spiritual space can only be opened by the mage, and the consciousness space exists in everyone's brain, but most people don't know that they have such a thing. ”

"That's right......," Lukka nodded, "I don't understand." ”

"Then what are you nodding!" Shut up and felt like he had wasted a lot of saliva.

"So, whose consciousness are we in?" Lukka asked.