Lyndon had an idea all along.

When he is in the dark dream, he can build various scenes through the black fog.

so

What about outside the dark dreams?

The Black Dream ability, in essence, is tied to his will through a magical way of connection.

So

Casting dark dreams often consumes a lot of his energy.

After all, maintaining a high level of will is also quite abrasive.

In his mind, the ancient language was not just about expanding space.

Especially after that night at the old pier, hundreds of kinds

There are also many more complex and obscure words that tug at his heartstrings from time to time and encourage him to try.

However, he never had the right opportunity to use it.

Now is the perfect time to challenge yourself!

If you don't make some changes, you will undoubtedly die a slow death.

Even life can't be guaranteed, where is the future?

What's more,

Lyndon has never revealed his intentions to others.

He also fantasized that one day, he would be able to return to the world he used to be.

Da –

With a snap of his fingers, he stood up and took the initiative to remove the black mist.

After the black fog receded, it was still dark.

He didn't know where he was, and the shadows surrounded him tightly.

even

Even when you raise your hand, you can't see the outline of your hand.

Linden was calm, even in the shadows, the hunter was watching him fiercely.

He found himself in a situation where he had to strike a blow again.

The new abilities to be tried are more energy-consuming than the Black Dream Space, and it is very likely that after one time, you will not even be able to retain the physical strength to stand.

But

This is the only possibility to break the game.

With each exhalation, a white vapor is formed, which stands out in this silent place.

The temperature has dropped to a terrifying extreme, and if it drags on any longer, even if it is not killed by the strange creatures, I am afraid that it will be frozen to death.

The biting cold had frosted over Lyndon's skin, and even his bones began to ache.

But he remained motionless.

Lyndon also deliberately controlled his breathing rate to ensure that he did not become emotionally stressed in this dead atmosphere.

Out-of-control emotions are often the precursor to the collapse of reason.

Come on......

Didn't you want to kill me?

Then hurry up!

Ominous and depressed were churning in his heart, and he had a premonition that the next attack was coming.

"You saved me—hehe, I have to thank you—"

Eerie, ethereal trebles, with an eerie smile, echo in the shadows.

The sound is loud and low, making it difficult to determine the exact location of the sound source.

"That's how you thank me?"

"Hey, hey—"

All kinds of sneers and sneers exploded into Linden's ear canal.

He shook his head vigorously and clenched his fists, forcibly suppressing the pain from his brain.

"Of course—

I will let you, accompany me, into the arms of the Most High Lord—"

"Oh?" Linden smiled back,

"Will the High Lord grant my wish?"

"Shhh

You are not religious,

If you are pious enough, the Most High can grant any of your wishes—"

"Really? So amazing? ”

"Yikes! Belch! ”

For a moment, all the voices of different timbres roared in unison.

"Don't do, don't do—

The Merciful Supreme Lord is protecting all things in the world, and the ignorant should not question our Most High Lord! ”

"Hmph, joke!"

Lyndon threw up his head and laughed,

"Since it protects you, why are you still hiding and not daring to come to see me!"

"Ahh

Here it comes!

He quickly turned, grabbed the wig above his head and threw it in one place.

Poof—

Hearing the tearing motion, Linden strode toward the throwing place and raised his right arm high.

"Nightmare."

The ancient words, under the pressure of pain and vertigo, were forced out by him.

The yin wind was blowing, and several spirits that emitted gray and white fluorescence drilled out of the palm of his right hand, entangled with each other and swept forward!

At the same time that these spirits were separated from their bodies, they also took away all of Linden's physical strength.

He couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground coughing violently.

The light of the spirit, though it seems faint,

But

In this endless shadow, it's like throwing a flare.

All the darkness faded under the reflection of fluorescence, revealing the appearance of the venue.

It turned out that he had never stepped out of the conference room at all.

The spirits exploded upon contact with their targets, turning into black mist.

A monster with a whole body of sarcoma, a dozen arms of different sizes, and only one eye, was tightly bound and unable to move.

The black mist resembles a chain covered in barbs, causing the monster to roar wildly after the pain.

Moreover, the chain has been constantly tightening.

Lyndon sighed helplessly, and used his last remaining strength to let the black mist cover the location of the monster's suspected mouth.

Well, it's much quieter.

Nightmares, whether they are demon entrants or demon spirits, can be strangled in the form of such restraints.

The flaw is that after using the Nightmare once, Lyndon will lose his subsequent combat effectiveness.

That's why he's never used Nightmares.

Well?

What about Jana?

As soon as Lyndon breathed his breath, he thought about the question.

Haven't you returned to the real world?

Why can't you see Jana?

The briefcase zipped open, sitting intact at his feet.

It was empty, and there was no Jana in sight.

She wasn't anywhere else in the conference room, was she too scared to escape?

As if to confirm his guess, the floating girl's figure appeared at the door of the conference room at the right time.

"Huh? You've solved it too? ”

Jana flew to him, and Lyndon noticed that her spirit seemed to become much more transparent.

"Where have you been?"

"Where have I been?"

Jana repeated the question, asking a little strangely,

"Didn't you tell me to go after the man?

I'm still wondering how I can explain that I didn't fulfill your request......"

"My request?"

Linden held his chin and groaned,

"I don't remember what I asked you to do."

"How could it not be? You made me ......."

When Jana's words came to her mouth, she suddenly stopped, looking like she wanted to speak, but she couldn't say it.

"What are you asking me to do?"

"Jana, can you remember what we're looking for here?"

Lyndon sighed.

Neither his own nor Jiana's memories seem to be quite right.

It's like,

It's like being manipulated.

"We ......"

Jana was stunned and couldn't answer.

"Bring the briefcase."

Lyndon took the briefcase and rummaged through it for a few pieces of manuscript paper.

Before he set off, he also brought the sorted out mind map, which was intended to facilitate the addition of new clues at any time.

I really didn't expect it,

It can be useful at this time.

"Do you still remember the name?"

Lyndon asked with a grim face, pointing to Capio's name.

"We're here because of the name, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to focus on Capio."

"I ...... Can't remember ...... at all."

Hearing Jana say this, he was even more sure that his two memories had been tampered with.

Someone, trying to stop Linden, searches for something related to Capio.

What's more,

He can't use Black Dreams to guide the monster that the schoolgirl incarnates to reveal information right now.

The search was interrupted.

"What does the person I want you to chase look like?"

"Blue bib pants, red cap."

"It's the standard dress code for health administrators, is it Old Jack you see?"

"No, it's a woman with long red curly hair.

I can't beat her...... And I didn't see what she looked like......"

Bijana's powerful health administrator is a woman,

Lyndon couldn't find anyone who met the match in his memory.

However, it cannot be ruled out that this is due to the influence of memory modification, and the suitable person has been forcibly erased from the brain.

"So what do we do now? Isn't it all in vain? It's all because I didn't catch up with her......"

Jana kept floating around, looking very annoyed.

"Who said that? Isn't that what we're getting? ”

Linden propped his hands on the ground, breathed two breaths, and got back to his feet.

He smiled calmly again, pointing at the dying monster.

Under the entanglement of the black mist chain, the monster has been deflated like a balloon, and it has shriveled and shrunk several times.

And the black mist kept shrinking, making sure it didn't break free.

"But you can't ask it now!"

"Really?"

He blinked slyly,

"I can't, but a certain gentleman can."