Dreams are connected to the world of the soul, so there are legends that nightmares breed monsters, and some crazy dreams that completely abandon their minds will produce monsters that match it.

For most people, the horrors they see in their dreams will not be faithfully reflected in the real world, and the monsters in the spirit world will not haunt waking people. However, in the eyes of some sorcerers, this is just a scene that they see on a daily basis.

If it weren't for the fact that she was used to dreaming between the two worlds, Lizzie might have wondered if she had unknowingly fallen into a crazy dream. The monsters that appear in front of you are so unbelievable that there is no place for them in the real world.

Scattered fragments of dead bodies gathered together, flesh and bones spliced together into a strangely shaped, bloated mass of flesh. The outlines of human limbs were vaguely recognizable, and they were forcibly spliced together into a distorted whole by blood-colored magic, and the bloody bodies flowed with dark red blood.

Almost at the same moment as the monster appeared, the smell of blood that filled the conference room became even stronger, almost to the point where blood was about to seep out of the air. Through the thick blood-red halo, Lizzie could see the anomalous magic swirling rapidly, concentrating on the central piece of flesh.

In an instant, the entire floor was flooded with a tide of red blood, making one wonder where they had been hiding before that. The sticky aquatic tick sounded, and even the corners of the ceiling oozed circles of rotten blood that looked like rust.

"What the hell is this...... Could it be that some madman has caught something out of his dreams? That's really an unbearable madman. ”

Lizzie, who hung from the ceiling, shook and muttered, "Hey, Curt, did you see this?" But no matter how 'weird' it is, it won't make people want to vomit like this, right?"

She spends what little of her magic is at bay out the liquid dripping from her head. At the same time, he looked at the swollen monster beneath him in disgust. She had never seen such a twisted existence in the real world, not even in the depths of a dream—this frenzied shape was like the deepest nightmare.

All people dream. But it varies. Some people who dream groggily at night wake up during the day with a sense of ethereal dreams. However, some people who go deep into dreams are extremely dangerous, because when they open their eyes, they may also bring the dream creations into reality.

She connected her sights to Curt's mind through guò souls, but she couldn't get a clear enough response. The walls that sealed off the level also seemed to block some of the mana flow, and although she wanted to mobilize the mana to strengthen the connection, she didn't have the time to do so.

The greasy body, the swarm-like lower limbs—the monster made of the flesh and blood of the victim had apparently noticed Lizzie.

It suddenly "stood up", and some peeling pieces of flesh on its bloated body kept falling from the twisted tentacles of the lower half of its body. The monster is clearly changing its appearance over time. It finally has some of the characteristics that should belong to the "living thing".

However, this change probably only makes the hatred of it more pronounced - because its current appearance can only be described by all conceivable derogatory terms. I'm afraid that even a clay puppet made of random clay by a naughty boy is better looking than him...... At least not so disgusting.

An absurd head stretched out of the bright red torso, but the "face" had no organs other than a bloody mouth. Several thick tentacles stretched out from all over the body, bright red veins outlining a twisted arm devoid of bone or skin.

The creature itself was the embodiment of the purest malice, not just the fragments of the corpse, but even the destroyed furniture was sucked into its body. The fresh flesh connected to the skull mixed with pus and blood, and a series of bubbles appeared in the blackening blood from time to time.

Lizzie couldn't stand the ugly monster anymore, she frowned, and immediately waved her hand to draw a few simple Rubik's Cubes. The pale magic tore through the red afterglow that filled the space, transforming into several sharp spikes in the Rubik's Cube. Towards the piece of flesh that was entrenched in the middle of the house.

Poof!

The red, blackened blood spurted out at once, and the translucent crystal brick spikes stabbed heavily into the monster's bloated body under the pull of gravity. The sound of flesh being pierced and bones crushed and mixed together sounded like an echo of stepping on wet clay.

The monster seemed to feel the pain, and its whole body was trembling. However, Lizzie will not stop attacking. She waved her hand slightly, and the magic crystals that penetrated deep into her flesh emitted an eerie glow, as if they were resonating. There was a dull echo.

The resonance of the pale magic soon soaked into the crude patchwork of flesh, and the ripples shook the disgusting flesh. Destroy them layer by layer. The soft flesh had been cut open several times in the blink of an eye, and a viscous dark brown liquid slowly flowed out of it.

Feel the pain of being destroyed. The ugly monster opened its bloody jaws as it raised its head, as if it was about to burst into a loud roar. However, without its vocal cords, it was unable to make a sound at all, only a hollow gasping sound emanating from the throat of the black hole.

"Whew-whew-"

A low cry came from its enlarged mouth, and it seemed that the clumping of countless people could be heard. The creature didn't feel the slightest sense of rationality, but it seemed to be "staring" at Lizzie hanging in mid-air with hatred, and opened its mouth wide to swallow her.

The soft flesh was still trembling slightly, and Bai Sensen's bones were arranged into layers of jagged teeth as it expanded to the limit. In an instant, a colorless wave erupted from the depths of the throat that seemed to be connected to the void, setting off a roaring wave in the red-stained air.

In an instant, Lizzie's ears were filled with a jumble of noise, and her body hanging in mid-air trembled slightly, almost losing her balance. However, Lizzie soon noticed that there was no sound in the silent space, and they sent the commotion directly into the deeper senses.

Lizzie quickly reacted, it was a fragment of memories from others, and even contained unclear feelings reflected into Lizzie's body. It seems that in this space, the potency of the physical body as a spiritual barrier has been inhibited, which is why they affect Lizzie so lightly.

The noise continued, and it became noisier, and the feeling of uneasiness almost reached the soul through them. At first glance, it was like being in the market, with countless people shouting loudly in their ears, and you could faintly hear a man panting for breath.

She inexplicably felt like throwing up, pain, hatred, anger, and something that was difficult to express clearly filled her mind. Lizzie knew very well that it was not her own, but it seemed as if a great darkness was pouring out of the depths of her body, ready to burst out of the sea at any moment.

Lizzie took a deep breath and forced the feeling of nausea down as she threw a spell and dragged herself against the wall near the side of the conference room door. As soon as she steadied herself on the wall, several arrows of blood condensed slashed across where she had been, and then hit the ceiling.

After a "poof" sound, the crimson blood arrows burst out, leaving several dark brown blood stains on the ceiling. Looking down, the spikes that had penetrated the monster's body had disappeared due to the exhaustion of its magical power, but the wounds left on its body had changed to a different shape.

As Curt once said, the monsters created by Sain Democlus with the "bloodlines of chaos" will absorb anything that can be touched to transform themselves. After being attacked by Lizzie's spells, the ugly monster was transformed - solid metal was entangled in flesh and blood, and wrapped around the outside of its once wounded body, with several mouthparts extending from its back that could spew blood arrows.

Looking at the head that stretched out like a mollusk, Lizzie could only use her magic power to turn into a rope to hang herself from the blood arrows that sprayed at her. Spells that simply deal physical damage will obviously not deal lethal damage to it, but will instead stimulate it to respond to attacks and change.

Perhaps using a burning spell would have a better effect, but Lizzie couldn't guarantee that she would be able to control the output of her vitality in a state of chaos with all the magic around her. Moreover, in such a closed space, no matter how well the scale of the Rubik's Cube is controlled, the destruction may spread to the vicinity.

The magic in the space seemed to be becoming more and more strict, and the smell of blood that diffused was so dense that it could almost be felt through the skin. Lizzie tried to regulate her breathing, but she could only feel the abnormal sensation that had accumulated on the inside of her body gradually become distinct.

"Tsk, that's a real nuisance. ”

She felt like her head was going numb, the air in this space seemed to be locked up for decades, and she felt dizziness that would be difficult to dispel if she inhaled it slightly. Although Lizzie is not afraid of the toxin eating into her body, it would be a shame to be defeated by the enemy.

So she canceled all the spells she used for defense, and instead concentrated her power on her legs, drawing the traces of a spiral against the feeling of dizziness. Pale magic power poured out, and several circles were formed under Liqi's body, which had been filled with dense ancient characters.

The pale magic rushed like a wave, and Lizzie, who used the magic as a bowstring, used herself as an arrow, and the burning magic blasted at the slowly wriggling foe. (To be continued......)