The Endless Shuttle

A small part of the black mist was dispelled, only the size for a person to stand. The black-haired youth returned to the ground, and the shackles of the most basic actions were also lifted.

"Specially invited me here, what are you planning to do? 173, or the unknown existence buried under the statue."

The black-haired young man smiled and asked the emptiness of the black mist.

"Want to fight like warrior and beast?"

There was no echo, and the black mist world seemed to have the ability to absorb sound, and the silence was a little scary.

After a while, the black mist surged.

I have seen countless blue-black soft arms protruding from all directions. They seem to want to touch Luo Pei, but they are all blocked by the noble light of the magic knife and cannot enter an inch.

The hindered arm tried dully for a while, and immediately changed its attack mode after finding that it couldn't break through Rope's defense at all. Their fingers curled up, as if grabbing a piece of marshmallow, they pinched the light of the "Savior of Salvation" in their hands and tore it off bit by bit.

"Don't light..."

"Like the dark..."

"Don't like it, give me light, don't want darkness..."

"Look at me, look at me, look at me...so lonely..."

There were rustling voices, although they were all in the same tone, but they didn't look like the same creature speaking inconsistently and schizophrenicly.

Luo Pei didn't care about 173's ravings.

He was surprised to find that the power sent into the magic knife was disappearing exponentially, so that even the magic square of the magic knife could not be unfolded in just a few tens of seconds, which had never been experienced in previous battles.

The black-haired young man frowned, and put away the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Although the light of the magic knife dimmed again and again, Luo Pei didn't care. He calmly re-examined the surroundings. This time, he not only "looked" normally, but also brought his knowledge of a master of mysticism to make a judgment.

The subspace...no, the illusory world...is it a dream?

Not right either.

He secretly recited the secret spell of manipulating dreams related to the Eternal Sleeper, but the world of black mist did not respond in particular.

As the old ruler who sleeps 90% of the time and stays in the dream, Cthulhu is the authority on the dream. If her secret technique does not work, it can only mean that this is not a dream.

"Why don't you look at me..."

"It's so lonely, hurry up, hurry up and focus on me..."

"Break your neck and eat you..."

The voices in the world of black mist became urgent, as if they couldn't stand that they didn't keep their eyes on themselves, the hands of the thousand were dancing violently, the magic knife had completely lost its light, and turned into an ordinary long knife .

"If you want others to look at you, you must first have a body that can look at you, right?"

The black mist hindered Luo Pei's perception, making it unclear what the target was, and there was no target to start the battle with.

Withdrawing the useless magic knife, before the decomposing and devouring thousand hands came, Luo Pei pressed his palm on the ground in advance.

The space is not drained of all the available moisture like it was in Welleslana. On the contrary, it may be related to the fact that the buildings and land contained in 173 are in the rain, and the water here is abnormally rich.

So rich that Rope can use it to splurge at will.

"Sigh of the Shallow Sea" was activated, and large swaths of pure water gathered around Luo Pei, and were transformed into light blue water of death. The pale lime that had been stripped of its life began to spread outwards very quickly from the ground.

"..."

The power of "Crab Master" Basatan seemed to confuse 173, it muttered a few incomprehensible words in repeated tones, and manipulated the Thousand Hands to back away from Luo Pei.

At the same time, a small part of the black mist that blocked the line of sight dispersed, as if avoiding its edge.

Rope finally saw where he was now.

A vast, chaotic, and bizarre world.

Countless land rocks of different sizes float in the air, with their respective centers of gravity depending on each other. There are no less than a hundred of them, and some are even the remains of buildings from the previous airport console. It was only then that Luo Pei realized that he was standing upside down—he was not sure about standing upside down, after all, there was no basis for reference here.

"The interlayer between dreams and reality..." he whispered to himself.

Dreams are layered, light dreams and deep dreams, the deepest dream stores the essence of a creature. But in the barren land between shallow dreams and reality, Rope had never heard of a creature that would use this place as a habitat.

That's how it is... This is the origin of your space jumping ability. Luo Pei seemed to understand the origin of some of the creatures under the statue.

rustle.

The water of death corroded everything, and the ground where Rope stood had already turned into limestone and fell in pieces.

He moved to the next stone.

After being silent for a while, 173's inexplicable desire overcame his fear, and the black mist surged back again.

"It's so painful, it's so painful to be forgotten... If you don't want to look at me, I'll kill you..." The tone became one again, and 173's patience reached the limit.

No longer the hand of a thousand, the black mist transformed into several "threads" with lightning speed, piercing through the water of death and sweeping across Luo Pei's waist.

Surrounded by black mist, there is nowhere to hide.

The black-haired young man took the attack hard and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The attack that cut all the space split him into two parts, but Luo Pei finally took advantage of the short period of time when the black mist faded away to perceive the location of the source.

——The blood of war, the immortal soul is immortal.

Blood link, suture regeneration.

Luo Pei smiled cruelly, pulled the water of death with his right hand, and threw it towards the world of black mist like a whip. At the same time, the god of war "White Horse" roared and ran out from him, dragging the sun wheel, and continuously exploded Break out in the interlayer between dream and reality.

water and fire.

The power of gods filled this strange world.

With a movement of the wrist, the water of death precisely wrapped around the position in the perception.

"What's this……"

173's tone became flustered for the first time, it was really not good at dealing with the water of death.

The entangled existence resisted the force of Luo Pei's pull, but the water of death hurt him, crying in pain.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Didn't you always want me to look at you? Now that I do what you want again, it's time for you to face me with your true self."