Correspondingly, there is a revolving belonging

"His world" is a vast, silver-clad world that it took him and Rogneda to come out of with an unknown amount of time.

The two are like two discs that are in harmony with each other inside and outside, but the two are not distinct, and you can clearly see that many ribbons that originally belonged to the ghost dragon world invaded like tentacles.

Climb high to see far. If it weren't for the coincidence, I encountered a nightmare from my previous life

High Numbers. In the dream world, you may never realize that it is actually the automatic deduction of your own memory, and you will only sit and watch the consciousness of the ghost dragon continue to erode your own world, subtly transforming it.

One day, when his life is over, he is willing to leave the shell left in reality to the ghost dragon to take over.

Lothar was a little afraid: "Heh, no wonder on the first day I went home, I obviously had the long-awaited European Continental Complex 5 and the five iron hearts, and I didn't have the idea of opening it, because I didn't know the content and mechanics of the game at all, and I subconsciously wanted to avoid it." ”

"It's like when I had a spring dream when I was young, every time I got to the door, I either had frequent accidents or simply woke up." It's no wonder that three years on, hardly anything has changed on the streets.

Thinking of her parents, Lothar sighed softly.

"Hopefully the extremes in the dream don't happen." The driver who caused the accident is neither insured, but also stingy, and the situation of hob meat is actually not so common, and most people still have a weakness.

This situation will just be a hidden worry in his heart. In the memory world of the ghost dragon, it was no longer clear from him, and he saw that many worlds belonging to each other extended into his memory world like tentacles.

During the time he lived a peaceful life, the ghost dragon's soul was eroding him all the time, but he was worried about disturbing him, so it was relatively gentle.

His gaze returned to the cell, and he looked around, and he couldn't help but laugh. The structure of this cell is actually the dormitory of his high school days, when the whole city was in the middle school mode, and their school even claimed to be its branch school, in him

"In the world of memory", it is no different from prison.

"Xiao Li, are you hysterical?" The prison guard standing at the door did not leave, vigilantly watching Lothar's every move, this kid is not very normal today, should it be out of mental illness?

Lothar looked at the prison guard's face, and couldn't hold back a forced smile. After realizing that this world is fake, he found that it is a bit outrageous, this prison guard has a young face of his junior high school classmate on his head, because he has not seen it since graduation, so his impression in Lothar's mind has never changed.

"Nervous." The prison guard muttered, picked up the scroll in his hand and left. In the cell, Lothar was the only one left.

He put away the smile on his face and looked serious. He had realized that this world was fake, but it was still a problem to truly get out of it, the dream world of the ghost dragon surrounded him, and he had already invaded many tentacles, unless he invaded the other party's world in turn, squeezing all the nutrients in his soul and diverting them for his own use.

Lothar suddenly raised her head, and a crack was torn in the sky. An ominous aura slowly fell.

The temperature drops dramatically, and you can even see snowflakes fluttering and falling. A deformed abstract dragon beast, slowly sticking out its claws, its head is square, hideous fangs piercing from the mouth, nose, and even face, its mouth spits out fiery dragon flames, like a scorching lightsaber through the heavens and the earth.

The whole cell trembled. The panicked shouts of the people were heard incessantly.

"Because I learned the truth, are you going to come hard?" Lothar muttered under his breath. He is just an ordinary person now, even if he can use two-handed swordsmanship, this weak body obviously can't resist these menacing ghost dragon creations.

The situation was dangerous, Long Yan plowed across the ground, causing a series of explosions, and in the crack in the sky, a second deformed monster descended, this was the slender ghost, its legs like bamboo poles fell to the ground, and everywhere it passed, all existence was erased, leaving only nothingness.

One distorted monster after another, wreaking havoc in his dream world. This is very different from the normal sense of combat, they have no intention of capturing the thief and the king, but frantically attack the world around them.

As they moved, Lothar noticed that her memories were rapidly dimming, and many of the details that had been remembered began to blur, and their attacks were actually erasing Lothar's will.

But Lothar's counterattack soon came. I saw three fighter planes flying in the sky in a zigzag shape, with a whistling roar, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the front, pouring out more than ten anti-aircraft missiles, compared with their speed, whether it was a demon dragon or an emanished ghost, it was like stepping on a quagmire, and they couldn't dodge the missiles at all, so they were blown into pieces.

"My lord, times have changed." A relaxed smile appeared on Lothar's face, and in the dream world, cognition determines the upper limit.

A fighter jet flying from Novgorod to Egypt can be two hours away if it flies at great speed, and during this time, even a dragon has to fly for several days.

As for the dragon flames, even those old high-level dragons who hid in the deep mountains and old forests, slept for thousands of years, and were as strong as the ancient gods in their heyday, the dragon flames released by squeezing out all their physical strength may not be as good as the little boy in Hiroshima seventy years ago.

Fighter jets circled overhead. The monsters that crossed through the rift were defeated one after another without being able to fight back.

One missile after another exploded. It was as if there was no end to the multi-ton missiles in the belly. In reality, local military districts may not have such armaments, nor will they be able to exert their might in such a short period of time.

But this is the world of Lothar. As long as he ignores these details, they are non-existent.

"It's time to fight back." Lothar muttered under his breath, and the next moment, he appeared in the cockpit of a fighter jet in the sky, the structure of the cab was outrageously complex, and the dense console was full of colorful buttons.

He knows how to fly a plane. But this is his world, and everything that has not been taken into account in detail will be automatically corrected, as long as he believes that even a shell plane made of iron sheets can fly into the sky.

Boom - accompanied by a whistling sound. Led by Lothar, dozens of fighters crossed the rift and came to the world of ghost dragons.

In that ice and snow, countless deformed monsters suddenly chased after the fighter plane like crazy, but their speed was limited by the ghost dragon's cognition, and it was impossible to catch up with the fighter at all.

People in the Middle Ages would not have imagined that in the future people would be able to fly machines out of the earth. Medieval dragons would never have imagined that humans would be able to drive machines and beat dragons who claim to be the overlords of the skies.