Super Dimensional Wizard

The aura of the nightmare world that was so rich that it seemed to be real suddenly became active, and poured into Angel's right hand with the same goal.

Angel was startled because he clearly did not let his right hand absorb the breath of the nightmare world.

All of this is completely autonomous behavior of the right hand.

Angel didn't know where the aura of the nightmare world poured into his right hand went. Not to mention that he is now in a mortal body, even in reality, he basically has little understanding of his right hand.

However, as the aura of the nightmare world poured in more and more fiercely, Angel felt that his consciousness was a little confused, and the scene in front of him was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear.

It was like falling from a clear dream into an ordinary dream, and my thinking gradually became less clear.

At this time, the influx of a large amount of nightmare world energy caused the floating green lines on his right hand to continue to increase, as if they were replicating themselves, and various new green lines emerged.

And these green lines become more and more ups and downs, sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes sparse and sometimes dense, sometimes gathered and sometimes dispersed. It's like musical symbols composing an unknown score in mid-air.

Finally, these green lines flew away from Angel's right hand like fireflies, forming a ring with clear lines during rotation, and attached to the boundary membrane of the half-channel.

Just like the legendary boundary-piercing ring, a big hole appeared in the boundary membrane out of thin air.

At this time, Angel could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams, reality and illusion. His thinking began to fall into mush, and even though he tried his best to stay clear, he still couldn't keep himself in a clear dream.

Suddenly, he faintly saw a tall figure appearing in the "boundary-penetrating ring" composed of green lines in front of the boundary membrane of the half-passage.

The long golden hair was fluttering in the wind, revealing only a scarlet eye full of indifference.

Even though Angel's brain was in a confused state, he still couldn't help raising his hand and pointing at the figure: "You are"

A picture flashed through his mind

It was a dark chaotic space. Angel stood out of thin air. The chaotic space was like the universe, and stars from countless billions of light-years away were shining dimly.

In this dark starlight universe, Angel stands at the center.

There was a water mirror in front of him that could reflect the stars. The water mirror was rectangular and seemed to have no borders. It stood quietly like a door.

Angel stood in front of the water mirror and unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the mirror.

There was also a person in the mirror. Angel couldn't see his face clearly, and he couldn't even tell his gender. He could only see a head of long golden hair that was shining with the brilliance of stars, and a pair of cold, bloody eyes.

The person in the mirror also stretched out his hand.

The two right hands touched the mirror surface, and ripples like water waves slowly spread on the mirror surface.

Angel put his right hand into the mirror!

The hands of the man in the mirror and Angel's met at this moment.

With the stars twinkling, the scene was terminated at this moment.

Angel also raised his head suddenly: "I remember, you are Sharapova?"

Angel was like this when he was in Witch Town. His right hand merged with that person, and something happened. Sanders later told him that there was a man with long blond hair, and his hand fused with his.

Just like him and the person in the mirror in the picture, they hold hands and merge into one.

The blond figure had already stepped out of the passage and stood in front of Angel.

Logically speaking, Angel should feel scared. But just like his previous test with Maya, he did not feel the slightest fear of the person in front of him, but instead felt very peaceful.

"Answer me, are you Sharapova?" Angel asked again: "Or, are you me."

In the nightmare world, my projection? Another me in the world?

The large amount of nightmare aura around him was like a mist, and Angel could no longer see clearly the figure of the person in front of him. He just felt that his thinking was getting more and more confused, and the bright dream seemed to collapse at this moment. It was like he had entered an ordinary dream, with no distinction between illusion and true self.

Just before he completely fell into a dream, he seemed to see the mouth of the person in front of him move.

But what he answered was something Angel could no longer sense. If his originally clear thinking was like light tea, it was now being rounded by a spoon, and finally turned into muddy water through the stirring, which was illogical.

In the confusion, Angel only felt as if he had had another dream.

This dream within a dream brought Angel back to the chaotic universe filled with ancient starlight.

In front of him was still the rippled water mirror.

On the other side of the water mirror, there is still the blond figure whose appearance is unclear.

And his right hand was still stretched into the rippled water mirror.

If the person opposite is the Sharapova mentioned by Sanders, or the projection of Angel in the nightmare world. When he was in Witch Town last time, his right hand and that of the man in the mirror had been fused together, so something happened to his right hand.

But now, why is his right hand still reflected in the mirror?

Angel wanted to pull his right hand away from the mirror, but was unable to move. Instead, it caused ripples on the mirror.

Unable to pull away, it stretched inward, as if there was still a lot of space. However, he soon discovered that he could only stretch inward, not retreat.

And, as he thrust his right hand inside, his face got closer and closer to the mirror. There was almost only the thin mirror separating him from the blond figure in the mirror.

A kind of alert suddenly arose in Angel's heart.

You can't go in anymore!

After this alertness rose, Angel's thinking seemed to be smoother. He tried to adjust his perspective, trying to clear his blurred vision and see the face of the person in the mirror.

However, as his mind began to recover, the ancient starry sky was also collapsing, as if everything around him was turned into dust, blown into an unknown hourglass by the ancient wind.

When all the dust disappeared, Angel's thinking gradually returned to clarity.

He opened his eyes and looked at the foggy sky above his head, wondering where he was for a moment. Is he experiencing the next dream within a dream? Or is he back in the wilderness of dreams? Or has he returned to reality?

After a while, Angel realized that he should still be in the wilderness of dreams.

The rich aura of the nightmare world was still flowing slowly around his body, and was transmitted to every corner of the Dream Wilderness along a kind of vein.

Angel sat up from the ground, turned his head and looked around.

There was no blond figure, and the half-passage was fine. There was no wind or waves around, as if nothing had happened.

However, when Angel looked at his right hand, he noticed a change.

His right hand seems to have grown longer?

Angel stretched out his hands and compared them with his left hand. He found that his left hand was almost one palm shorter than his right hand.

The palm of the left hand itself is smaller than the right hand, and now the overall length is even shorter?

Angel seemed to remember something. When he was dreaming in a dream, he had stretched his right hand a certain distance into the mirror. Could it be that because of this, he had fused more parts with the being from the nightmare world?

With a trembling feeling in his heart, Angel took off his coat.

Before, those green lines were only suspended on the palm of his right hand, but now they spread to his forearm and even to the elbow joint.

Sure enough, his right forearm changed, exactly the same as the distance Angel had stretched into the mirror in his dream.

"It seems that the right forearm has been fused again?" Angel murmured silently: "This should be just a dream, right? I'm still in the wilderness of dreams, so it shouldn't affect reality, right?"

Even though Angel comforted himself in this way, he remembered that the last time he fused his right palm, he was actually in the nightmare world and in an unreal state.

The final result still affects reality.

For a moment, Angel wanted to exit the wilderness of dreams and return to reality to take a look. But as he stood up, the bag beside him made a rattling sound.

Angel picked up the bag, and inside were pieces of realm glaze that looked like glass.

He picked up the bag and looked at the semi-channel not far away. In the end, after struggling for a moment, he still didn't return to reality immediately. Looking for books www.zhaoshuyuan.com

Angel changed himself to "God's perspective" and patrolled all the areas covered by the aura of the nightmare world, but did not feel anything unusual. There are no monsters from the nightmare world, and there is no blond figure.

No matter what happened when he was confused, at least that person should be gone now, right?

Now that that person has left, a solution must be found to deal with the matter in the Dream Wilderness. He cannot do nothing.

Angel decided to stick to the original plan and test whether he could cut off the Wilderness of Dreams.

But before that, Angel still needed to test one thing.

Now that his right forearm is also suspected to be fused, can he still use his right hand to absorb a large amount of the nightmare world's breath to create a partition space?

Angle gave it a try, and it turned out that control of the right hand was back in his hands.

He can absorb a large amount of the aura of the nightmare world through his right hand, and this effect seems to have improved. His control over the aura of the nightmare world is also more precise than before. It can even be like the Black Evil Elegy, which can condense the aura of the nightmare world into one point and restrain, block and disperse it.

Things are back to normal though, and better than imagined. But Angel didn't feel too happy. This feeling of suddenly being unable to control his body parts on his own gave him a deep sense of powerlessness.

If one day, more parts of your body merge into the other person's body, will he still be yourself?

Even though Sanders asked Angel to treat it as a projected bloodline, and said that the projected bloodline was the most suitable bloodline for him. But being unable to resist, Angel inevitably felt insecure.

However, this is not the time for him to feel sorry for himself. Angel could only suppress the resentment in his heart and get his thoughts back on track for the time being.

Let’s put the rest aside for now, and focus on cutting off the wilderness of dreams.