218 The white colt is crushed

I silently felt my body and checked my current state.

The body I use now is the illusory body that is reflected in the "dream" when I dream, and it is a kind of mapping. But in terms of actual feelings, there is no difference between it and your own body, there is a physical body and a spirit body, and it is full of reality. And the power is not sealed, and it is in a state where it can be mobilized as much as you want.

This is the Dream Immortal, one of the highest level abilities in the Hidden World, no matter how talented a person is, he can't say that he can learn it, but the siren can just use it if he can say it.

And the Prophetic Dream, although far less difficult than the Dream Immortal, is still a difficult spell. It's just that it's probably because Hakukoma deliberately processed it into a technology that even I can understand in order to make it easier for me to use. It's just that if I don't have a siren by my side, it's very unrealistic for me to use it alone, and I have to borrow some high-level warlocks from headquarters who can assist me in performing rituals.

Unlike the scenes I had seen in my previous prophetic dreams, this time I was able to see that the circles on the ground and the rare materials placed everywhere were all in a state of intense consumption as if they had been fully oxidized. And the hotel room itself is also intact, which means that I was caught in the hotel room by a giant hand that smashed the door and wall and caught it in the Dawn Dream is also part of the dream.

Just remembering that scene made me feel my heart stop. I won't be able to use that kind of prophetic dream again, not just because of the white pony watching in the shadows. As Hakukoma mentioned earlier, my Prophetic Dream Ritual actually has his equipment running with the help of it. It is likely that the reason why he was able to simplify the ritual knowledge to such an extent was because the part that could not be reduced was that he remotely "helped" me to perform it in the shadows. It wasn't so much that he hacked into my precognitive dreams, but that he was the "administrator" of my precognitive dreams in the first place. It's insidious enough.

After confirming the environment and my own status, I immediately took out my mobile phone to contact Lieqing, and reported my experience and the useful information at hand. To this day, my ability to summarize has improved in the long run. At first, it took Licorice to help write a report, but now he has learned how to use detailed language to quickly explain key information.

By the way, Lie Que knew in advance that I would use the precognitive dream, and I applied to the Security Bureau for the ceremony materials to pass him, and even the secret knowledge of the precognitive dream was taken by him for other professionals to review. But it can only be said that it is worthy of the famous dark scientist Bai Ju, and the "bait" that exudes a delicious fragrance that was secretly left for me was not seen by anyone.

Unlike the Prophetic Dream, Lieq was unprepared for the fact that I could use the Dream Immortal. Because I was worried that he would be bad for the sirens, I couldn't expose the sirens to him. Fortunately, I didn't think about it, so I said that I learned to dream immortal by absorbing the experience left in the missionary's memory, and the reason why I was able to observe the real world and the dawn dream at the same time at this moment was because I sensed the environment facing the body by relying on my own sense of danger.

He was also curious about why I was able to use precognitive dreams on my own, and I repeated the same trick, saying that I had relied on the experience and tricks of using precognitive dreams in the past. Seriously, in order to deal with this kind of doubt in the future, I should not have used the siren's hand when using the prophetic dream, but should have honestly asked the security bureau to send someone to assist me. It's just that when the materials are ready, there are only a few hours before the combat time, and if you want to predict the outcome of the battle, you don't have the time to slowly run in with others.

Fortunately, I talked to Lie Que over the phone, otherwise my lies would have been discovered by him at once.

"That knowledge of the Prophetic Dream Ritual is actually a trap set by Hakuju to capture you, and the plan he mentioned, he actually wants to convert more than four billion humans into immortals......" During the process of listening to my report, Lieku was silent all the time, but it was reminiscent of a volcano with rising internal pressure, and it was not until he finally spoke after listening.

I almost hallucinated the sound of hot lava boiling and tumbling near the crater, and in fact, in hindsight, his voice was very cold, "Very well, Li Duo, you have done a great job." The battle time is early, and you immediately come to the lobby to meet. ”

"Yes." I say.

Since Hakukoma thought that he would have more than sixty-two days to go, it seemed that he had advanced the battle plan that would start in five hours. But after all, he is a Manifestation Warlock on the same level as the Dream Warlock, and it is difficult to say how long the Dream Immortal Body will be able to deceive him.

The siren reports his movements in real time in my ear, and he is taking various samples of my body fluids and body tissues at the moment for in-depth analysis. I was a little worried that he would immediately do some strange experiments on me, and it seemed that he was going to think about how to treat me after he had thoroughly figured out my physical condition. After all, this is the first time for an experimental subject like me to have experienced it, so I guess he doesn't want to use it roughly.

No one knows if he'll suddenly see through me and realize he's not in a good situation. I also have to race against the clock.

"Don't worry, after attacking the Dawning Dream Realm, I will recapture Ling's body as soon as possible." Lie Que said such a sentence on the other end of the phone, and without waiting for my reply, he directly ended the call.

It's just that if he wants to help me regain my body, then he will inevitably confront the white horse, and now he is probably not the opponent of the white horse.

Speaking of which, he also said last time that he had the means to deal with the white horse, but he didn't show it in the prophetic dream. He shouldn't be deliberately reckless in that kind of thing, so he won't be so angry by Bai Ju's indifferent attitude at that time that he even forgot to use that method.

I was quickly in the lobby.

A lot of law enforcement warlocks had already been notified that the battle time was in advance, and they quickly gathered here. Bluebird is also there, she has learned about my experience from Leque, and wants to participate in the battle to reclaim my body with Leque. But if she uses Hakuma as an opponent, not only will she not be able to help, but she will become her own weakness. She could only force herself to give up.

"I'm not strong enough...... she said with extreme reluctance.

I didn't know how to comfort her, but at the same time I thought of something else. When I reported on the column vacancies, for the sake of efficiency, I did not explain some of the content of the column vacancies, and it is impossible for her to know about them. For example, "it" is actually resurrectable.

Hakuma has the knowledge in his head to restart "it", and according to him, because that knowledge is like mental pollution, even he can't delete it. This means that if I have the opportunity to kill him, even if he erases all his memories beforehand, he will not be able to erase the memory of that knowledge.

It stands to reason that since "it" can't understand the human mind, it shouldn't be able to impart knowledge to humans, and it's impossible for Hakuma to get that kind of knowledge, so that knowledge is really the back hand of the physical designer. But is that really the case? Perhaps I have been in error since I tried to analyze "it" with normal logic.

There are more unreasonable things in "it", for example, it is impossible for "it" to give birth to a living offspring with the body of the walking dead, and as a result, "it" is inexplicably born. Perhaps for "it" the act of production is also part of its own imitation of living things, and as for the laws of nature, it does not pose any obstacle from the beginning.

It's just that "it", which is instinctive to spread death, obviously has no superfluous love for new life. Moreover, even in nature, not all living things show concern for their offspring. Some creatures will even mercilessly devour their own offspring, and "it" has done so. When I exterminate all the bloodthirsty and terrifying creatures that are left in the world and bring endless misfortune, "it" is even more indifferent.

To get back to the point, Hakukoma mentioned that if no one reactivates "it's" corpse, "it" will realize the truth that it is an otherworldly ghost, and then completely liberate itself and transform into an unprecedented catastrophe of death. In other words, resurrecting "it" is not a question of whether I want to do it or not, but who has to do it.

Should I resurrect "it"?

If I resurrect "it", how will I face the bluebird again?

What kind of expression will the blue bird show after knowing this possibility? ——

Because of the urgency of time, after seeing that the number of people was about the same, Lie Que and Fa Zheng no longer waited for other ordinary combat forces that might still be grinding, and directly activated the space transfer magic circle in the conference hall.

With a burst of light in front of me, the scene around me changed from the conference lobby to a wasteland in other out-of-town areas, and everyone else was shifted.

Then, as I had seen in the prophetic dream, a dozen warlocks lined up, opening the entrance to the Dawn Dream as if tearing the space itself apart. Behind the entrance was still a spacious, monotonous gray hallway, and a few demonic sorcerers standing in the hallway looked at us in amazement, as if they had no idea that they would be attacked.

Their expressions were as if tourists had heard that their luxury cruise ship had no fuel to return to land, but in a few hours an official organization would send a ship to rescue them, so they were relieved to eat and drink, but within a minute, they suddenly saw a huge meteorite falling from the sky to sink the luxury cruise ship.

Not far from what was shown in the Prophetic Dream, Lieku, who turned into thunder, rushed into the Dawning Dream and killed those demon warlocks, then the Blue Bird with the same speed, and then the leader of the Law faction, Fazheng. Without thinking, I activated the "Soul Burning Mode" and rushed into the Dawn Dream Realm.

Actually, I have been mentally prepared that my body will disappear after entering the dawn dream, after all, this is a body that is based on my dream in the dream realm, and if I enter the dream realm now, it is equivalent to two mes existing in the same space at the same time.

When people are dreaming, even if they have a powerful body that shuttles through the multiverse, they can't really return to the real world with that body. In the same way, my body should not continue to exist in the dawn dream at this moment.

But my body is still the same.

"A true dream warlock can not only use the dream immortal, but also bring the matter of the dream to the real world, or the matter of the real world to the dream world." The siren tried to analyze, "Maybe it's because you have the power of the true spirit, and in combination with your current dream immortal, you have some of the attributes of a dream warlock. ”

It can only be explained in this way.

I continued to sprint into the depths of the Dawn Dream, and the others were quickly left behind. My target is the room where my main body is located.

Because I have the memories of a missionary, I know where Hakukoma's laboratory is in the Aurora Dream Realm, and I even have a rough map of the inner part of the Aurora Dream area, and I also gave it to the Security Bureau headquarters. Of course, there is a share of Lek, and it is not unusual for him to have reached the place where my body is, just in terms of speed.

It's just that this place is really like a labyrinth, and it's hard to tell where you are on the map. The sirens were quick to identify, and I had relied on her to help show me the way last time I knew which direction I should run.

At this moment, too, I relied on her guidance to speed faster than the sound in the gray hallway, and after a few seconds, a very familiar sense of danger came to me, and I couldn't help but stop.

The space more than ten meters away fluctuated strangely, and a figure dressed in white suddenly appeared in the middle of it, intercepting it directly in front of me.

It was the White Horse.

"The spiritual fluctuations I sensed were indeed you, but how could it be?" He looked at me in disbelief, "Why did the Security Bureau attack so quickly, and why are you here?" You're still in my lab...... Doppelganger? Wrong...... Wait, could it be that you'll use Fantasy Undead? But even that doesn't make sense. ”

Needless to say, he must have known that I had the knowledge of fantasy immortality, because missionaries do, and I was able to use the ability to kill and refine souls from missionaries. But for me to use the Dream Immortal, I need to overcome at least two impossible conditions: one, with my magical talent, it is impossible to learn the Dream Immortal in such a short period of time; Two, even if I learned, I wouldn't be able to use it when the spirit was heavily sealed.

He calculated everything, but he didn't calculate the existence of the siren.

"In that case......" His body emitted spatial transfer fluctuations, as if to immediately transfer back to the laboratory.

At this moment, an angry shout came from afar, "White Pony! ”

And what came faster than the angry shout was a purple thunderbolt.

A massive thunderbolt blasted from behind Hakumo, blasting his skull without saying a word, and skull fragments were charred by the heat, splattering everywhere.

(End of chapter)