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"Bishop Daya...you can't go forward." Dorn looked up and down Bishop White-haired, then carefully looked around, and roughly found the problem.

At present, the two of them have unknowingly walked into the depths of Crimson's existence.

The blurry projections of war along the way can no longer be seen, heard, or felt here.

There are only layers of light red and deep red.

Even when you look up at this time, you will find that even the giant red fish that "leads the way" in the sky has mixed with the surrounding red, becoming indistinguishable and almost disappearing.

There is [real] in the crimson, and the existence of illusion cannot pass through its depths.

This is why the war projections along the way will gradually disappear; the red fish projection in the sky will be blurred; the ideological existence of Onee-san Daya will become difficult to move.

As a special existence in the dreamland of [walking] in the flesh, Donne has the second stage attributes of [illusory] and [real], which matches the crimson appearance quite well, and is unimpeded here.

"Bishop Daya, your condition is very bad, don't go any further."

"Sir, I can still... continue, I can help..." Daya wanted to harden her mouth again.

"I said, go back."

But Donn didn't give him a chance to talk more. Several sticky and fat scarlet tentacles stretched out from his back. The suction cups on his tentacles looked like mouths with serrated teeth, terrifying and frightening.

[Touch of Lunier] As soon as he appeared, he rolled up Yada's waist and directly lifted the white-haired Onee-san.

Then he walked outside the crimson without knowing it.

Walking to the area where the dark red and the light red overlap, and the war projections can be seen around, Daya's state can be seen much better with the naked eye.

But even so, she still didn't show any resistance to the fact that Dorne suddenly lifted her with her tentacles.

Tenderly like a little white lamb.

It was obviously not like this when we first met...

"Leaving the crimson area, your condition is much better. It seems that things are the same as I just guessed. Things that don't contain [true] attributes are excluded in crimson, you just wait for me here."

Dorn preached this way, and put down Bishop White-haired.

"I... I'm sorry, sir." Daya lowered her head in shame, her tone depressed, "I always think that the bishop has extraordinary talents and talents in the manipulation of dreams and consciousness, but when it's critical, not only can I help you? But it’s still holding you back."

She probably has figured it out, and no longer insists on continuing to pass into the crimson.

"The situation is special, there is nothing to apologize." Dorn tried to maintain the gentleness as always in his tone of voice:

"Besides, you can't help me with anything. After I enter the deep red, I may not encounter anything. If my state fluctuates, I hope you can stabilize this boundless dream for me here."

After hearing this, Daya barely managed to cheer up: "Please leave it to me."

With the ability of the White-haired Bishop, it is very easy to stabilize an ordinary dream.

But for her, the boundless dreams that 50 people dreamed together could not be stabilized or not.

After all, I have never been in contact before.

Of course, whether there will be fluctuations in the boundless dream is also unknown.

However, Daya didn't think so in her heart. After she had just agreed to this request, she had already made a decision in her heart - in any case, she could not live up to her husband's entrustment.

Even if Mental Energy is exhausted in the end, even if Divine Sense crashes in the end, it can't.

Because Bishop Baimao wanted to help, as the highest person in charge of the entire northern diocese, Daya was usually arrogant, sometimes even arrogant.

She couldn't accept that she was useless at the critical moment.

Seeing Daya's changing expression, Dorn didn't say anything more, leaving behind a "please" and turning around, returning to the crimson in the same way.

"This should be what I want to say, please, sir." The White-haired Bishop stayed in place, watching Donne's tall and tall back being swallowed by crimson. She pursed her lips, bent over, and stroked her chest with one hand:

"May the original bless you."

...

The layered crimson red around it is so dense that it obstructs the line of sight.

The huge red fish projection in the sky is now completely invisible.

Dorn had to rely on his own feeling to continue groping in this seemingly endless red.

After walking alone for a long time, he stopped and took out "Alice's Bedtime Book" from his arms.

"Since Crimson allows [real] to exist, I don't know if Vivian and the others can come out."

With this thought, Dorn began to communicate with the dragon girl in the story world and asked her to try to send out several teammates in the book.

The communication with Alice was very smooth, but the process of sending people out later failed.

Heilongniang: "It's strange? I obviously feel that it can be sent out, why not?"

Bai Longniang: "It's awful, it's awful, Don! There is a strange power attached to my surface in this place where you are. I feel it, it seems to be aimed at me!"

Alice's two bodies were used in two different tones almost at the same time.

From their words, Dorn could still hear something.

First of all, I found the red fish in the right place today. The crimson area is definitely different from the normal dream area.

According to Alice, here is different from normal dreams. In Crimson, "theoretically" it seems that the living creatures in the book can be sent out.

It's just that this "theory of Coca-Cola BUG" seems to be hindered by some kind of realistic force.

"For?" Dorne frowned.

If Alice is similar to a bug in space, then this special power in the crimson space may be understood as a patch for her?

Following this guess, Donne thought of an idea.

The red fish is [War]'s pet, so this piece of crimson may be understood as [War]'s hands.

And Alice is [Plague]'s "pet".

[War] and [Plague], as former teammates, must know each other...

"So, it's possible that [War] knew about the situation on the Plague Miss side, and had deliberately left a little [anti-Alice method] in his own field?"

Even the abilities of the pets of the past teammates are guarded...

Is this evil god named [War] so prudent?

Now that the teammates were determined to be unable to call out, and in the crimson, Dorn didn't spend too much time tangling.

He put this question aside for the time being, and then communicated with Dragon Mother and asked her to send out a piece of equipment that was kept in the story world.

This time it went smoothly.

The light on "Alice's Bedtime Reading" flickered, and the terrible green [Soul Inspired Lamp] was outlined and landed on the palm of Donne's hand.

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