The once golden and glorious sword in the stone was covered in thick black mud, as if piercing a thin piece of paper through the body of the black-robed man.

At the same time, Wu Ming also felt a little touched in his heart, and a transparent and invisible fantasy tentacle was entrenched around him at some point, attacking the blind spot in his thoughts.

Common knowledge is achieved silently.

The body of the black-robed man dissipated like a phantom, and the space around Wu Ming began to twist and deform violently, as if a pair of transparent and invisible hands exerted unimaginable force on the space he was in from all directions, and the three-dimensional sense of space was destroyed by this huge force, and the balls of light, isolated islands, sea surfaces, black shadows, Wu Ming, and some distorted starry skies floating in this space, and even the space itself, were gradually becoming flattened.

In the end, even the space where Wu Ming was located turned into a piece of paper.

It became a piece of paper without any thickness, plane, or three-dimensionality when viewed from that direction.

The paper is painted in the style of oil painting with a crooked starry sky, and there is a shining island of light in the center of the endless pitch-black sea, and the sea surface is dotted with many overly colorful balls of light, and Wu Ming is the only different existence in the painting style on this oil painting, he still maintains a normal painting style and three-dimensional sense as if he is in the real world, and the faintly hexagonal honeycomb structure around him is constantly bursting with sparks, as if he is fighting against this force that overwrites reality.

Under the establishment of common cognition, the black-robed man also made Wu Ming, along with some of the idealistic space around him, two-dimensional.

But Wu Ming was protected by a shield, so he still maintained a normal posture.

At the same time as the painting was completed, a twisted, wriggling black mist reunited on a slightly smaller island not far away, reuniting into a black-robed man holding a fantasy sword.

However, as before, even if his chest was pierced through and his heart was shattered, the black-robed man still didn't care about his injuries, and even this time he didn't even feel the pain of his flesh being torn apart, because he knew very well that a minor injury of this level would recover intact in a few seconds.

Because this is the world of idealism, even if his body is destroyed, he will not die.

Because thoughts and spirits are no longer entirely dependent on matter, even if flesh and blood are destroyed instantly, the remnants of the psyker's thoughts can still be used.

This is the unique advantage of psionics in the idealistic environment, in the unpredictable idealistic world, they can more easily overwrite and modify reality, and the restrictions and consumption brought by the use of fantasy swords will also be weakened, which means that the abilities they can exert in the idealistic world are more unpredictable, as long as they can leave the residual echoes of thoughts, as long as Wu Ming has not found a countermeasure to restrain him, no matter how many times the black-robed man will repair his body,

If you change to any otherworldly profession and fight in this idealistic environment, you can't be as comfortable as a psionic.

Seeing that Wu Ming had been trapped in the world of oil paintings, the black-robed man immediately recovered his pierced heart, and his consciousness began to hook up with the fantasy sword to open the passage back to the material world, and a looming spherical void gradually unfolded and appeared above the black-robed man's head.

After a few seconds of competition between the shield and the psyker's power to overwrite reality, this strange oil painting scroll shattered with the powerlessness of the overwriting power, Wu Ming jumped out of the oil painting world, and then as the oil painting world shattered, the landscape in the painting began to expand sharply, and the two-dimensional space that had been compressed into a flattened area returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

It's just that compared to Wu Ming, these states of matter that have been compressed into two-dimensional forms are not very good.

The isolated island became a flattened flat surface covering the pitch-black sea, and the ball of light was also suppressed into pieces of paper, and all the matter was compressed into a flat side, except for the sea surface and the starry sky, which were constantly surging.

Wu Ming looked at these things that had been ravaged by two-dimensional transformation, and was secretly frightened, if he didn't have it, I am afraid that now one pixel by one is neatly arranged into a two-dimensional form, and when he finally returns to the three-dimensional world, there will only be a pool of flattened, blurred flesh and blood, and the original state cannot be seen.

Then he saw the passage that had been opened to connect to the material world, and the black-robed man who was about to enter the void of the sphere and leave.

Then I will not accompany the black-robed man waved his wing-like fantasy sword at Wu Ming, and the irresistible suction came from the void of the sphere, gradually pulling his body towards the sky, you came out faster than I imagined, but it was too late now, again

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