The first thing that came was darkness.

There was silence, and the darkness was so thick that it could not be dissolved—they were like ink stains on a painting, extending little by little from the corners. A slimy, sludge-like darkness eroded a qiē in sight, but in a matter of moments it almost drowned everything out.

Not only the buildings at the ends of the road, but also the streets themselves have been taken over by endless darkness. In this "world" that seems to be empty and nothing but black, Curt and Lizzie stand opposite each other, waiting for the dark curtain that surrounds everything to fade.

A qiē is so smooth...... It's so smooth that almost everything in the world has disappeared. The frozen space becomes ambiguous, and time stands still. Staying in this wonderful world, people's five senses are gradually blurred, and even $∴wan$∴shu$∴ba,a≧nsh$uba.

Gradually, the steady silence was broken by a myriad of subtle sounds...... It was like countless cold rain falling from the sky, causing countless ripples.

The torrential rain was like a note, and the dark space in front of me also echoed round and round ripples, and the diffuse ripples interfered with each other, leaving some slight lines in the endless darkness. Under the reflection of these ripples, the worlds that are about to be mixed begin to split, and their existence is slowly becoming clear.

Cold and damp, it is the feeling of water droplets hitting the body.

In an instant, Curt's five senses, which were almost wiped out, were forcefully pulled back under this sharp touch. Only then did he realize that his cheeks had been drenched with water, and his unkempt hair had absorbed a lot of water, lying limply on his head.

It seems to sense his movements. The street lamps that line the streets are lit one after another, and the two rows of light paths illuminate the street in front of them. More than just street lights. The lights inside the surrounding buildings are also lit up, and the rain-soaked streets are once again alive and vibrant.

"So. Kurt...... Welcome to the 'stage'. ”

Standing opposite Curt, Lizzie smiled, and then made a rather exaggerated gesture: "This is the 'dream' stage that uses the magic power of more than a million people as the basic material, and uses countless thoughts and memories as reproduction drawings - and finally outlines the 'dream' stage, which is almost indistinguishable from the 'real'. ”

The excitement was palpable, and there was a rare look of anticipation on Lizzie's face—she looked like she couldn't wait to find out what the spell was. Even though she knew it was a spell full of dangers, as a magician, she still had no fear.

I am afraid that this is the eyes of the so-called "seekers...... Full of hopes and dreams, that burning will can even turn itself to ashes. Curt understands this, and Lizzie's desire for spell research is more fanatical than that of an ordinary sorcerer.

"For humans. The second most important part of the soul is the existence of 'mind' and 'memory', which ultimately form the self rooted in the soul," the smile on Lizzie's face twisted slightly, like a madman who had discovered some forbidden knowledge, "Although those guys in the Eye of Truth are our enemies, I must still praise them for their work - this is undoubtedly a great spell of epoch-making significance. ”

Liqi's dancing movements looked a little contrived, but from the glimmer of light that kept constricting her fingertips, she hadn't completely forgotten her current situation. There are countless "gears" in the huge spell, and when they are touched by Lizzie one by one, the full picture of this spell gradually reveals itself in front of the girl's eyes—no doubt. She was delighted with this new knowledge.

Thinking and memory gradually put together like puzzles, and the streets began to "recall" their original appearance. The things that should have become more and more distinct with the passage of time, and in just a few breaths, all the qiē became clear. Even the unrealistic heterogeneous texture is gone.

"Even this kind of Cheng dù can do it... Spells are something incredible. If we continue to develop on this basis, what will we end up in?" Curt, who only knew a little about spells, couldn't help but shake his head when he saw this dream that was almost exactly the same as Catrice City.

It was perhaps the first time he had seen such a large spell. It is a huge city that affects more than a million people. If only consider its effect. Perhaps the effect of this spell has touched the corners of the "miracles" of the mythological era that are beyond ordinary people's comprehension.

If those are just legends, then tonight's appearance is a fact.

"But...... You say this is in the 'dream'?" Curt said with some confusion, "But it doesn't seem to have changed much—if this is a patchwork of people's memories, then some of the corners that won't be noticed shouldn't be so clear." ”

Just like the darkness that covered a qiē before was just an illusion he generated, it had long since disappeared under the illumination of the lamp. In an instant, the darkness completely receded from Curt's eyes, and although the street remained quiet, the remaining lights were all about its prosperity.

Coming back to his senses, he began to look around at the scene, and the previous street scene gradually appeared in front of his eyes. It's as if the darkness that covers their surface has also been washed away by this downpour, finally revealing the truth hidden by the dark curtain...... At least the "real" that can be seen.

For Curt, the streets of Catrice City are so familiar that the path of daily action doesn't become unfamiliar because it's not popular. There is no hypocrisy in the street, which Lizzie calls "stage", just like its original posture.

With the exception of the closed shops, the familiar signage and ornamentation lining the street leading to the central plaza remain intact. Nothing had changed from a moment ago, and even if he had told Sù Curt that he had just gone away, he would not have any doubts.

"If it's just a few people, there are bound to be a lot of holes - but you know, there are millions of memories in this city!"

Lizzie smiled mysteriously, then circled her finger around: "Pick out the information with the highest repetition rate and integrate it, and then you can combine the form that is closest to 'reality'." To put it mildly, half of the magic that flowed from these fallen creatures became offerings to this 'dream', and I am afraid that everyone's mind will act according to the will of the owner of this dream. ”

Curt looked around, and the fallen mercenaries were still in their previous positions, but they did not faint, but just collapsed to the ground like ordinary "overexercise". It was evident that many of them were still struggling, as if they wanted to get themselves back on their feet again.

But if you want to say the biggest difference, it is probably that for the first time in their sleepy eyes, there is a light that has the light of personal will. Obviously, they were acting on their own minds, not under someone's orders, and were sleepwalking.

No, perhaps what they are doing now has been induced by those behind the scenes. They believe that they are hunting some kind of monster of their own will, and they will continue to act for this purpose...... However, they don't know that they are targeting Curt and Lizzie.

Perhaps it's because this bizarre "dream" spell is still just a prototype, so the maker can't control everyone as he wants. But if it is allowed to grow, it is impossible to know what kind of spell it will eventually turn into - the only thing that is certain is that it will only be worse than it is now.

"Ahem, ahem...... Leonster: Where have you disappeared these days?"

Just when Curt hesitated, a mercenary who struggled to sit up noticed his relationship with Liqi and yelled at him weakly: "Do you know, we are all tired to death these days, there are always some crazy people making trouble in the city, and the eldest sister has fainted due to overwork!"

In terms of seniority, this mercenary is Curt's senior, and he is indeed qualified to reprimand Curt for being absent from work for several days without reason - playing missing in such a lack of manpower is not only irresponsible for his work, but may even put the lives and property of citizens in danger as a result.

"I'm sorry, but there's been a lot going on in the last few days...... I didn't go back to the city, but investigated the neighborhood. Curt shook his head and watched as the mercenary slowly stood up, "You should also know that Dean Cruise François has commissioned me to investigate something...... It can be regarded as an urgent commission related to these recent matters, and there are many things that cannot be told to you until a thorough investigation is carried out. ”

It wasn't that Curt was lying, but the mercenaries didn't seem to know what was going on—they weren't even aware that they were trapped in a dream. They think they're protecting the city, but if nothing else...... They are just helping the enemy.

How many people were affected by this spell?, but as far as I could see, Curt had not found a single survivor who had survived. All danced in the palms of the Dream Lord, like embodied puppets manipulated by an invisible hand.

It's not about subjugating the other person to their will, it's just about tampering with their perception of reality and then letting them use it for their own use. It may also be a type of spirit spell, but no matter how you look at it, it has a completely different direction from a spell that directly interferes with the opponent's thinking ability.

I'm afraid that's one of the reasons why Lizzie finds it quite tricky to spell warlocks.

"You don't take it seriously, but please don't be pushy - after regrouping, go back to the 'South Wind' first, and I'll go back to the central square first to see how it goes. ”

There are quite a few mercenaries who fell to the ground, but they all seem to have superhuman bodies in this "dream". Aside from the mercenary who had spoken to him earlier, there were already a number of people standing up here and there, scratching their heads inexplicably, as if they didn't know how they had been knocked down.

However, Curt ignored them, and after speaking to the veteran mercenary, he led Lizzie to the Southwind Tavern in the central square. (To be continued......)