Looking at these dead disciples, Xia Zhi raised his eyebrows unconsciously.
Because he sensed a hint of resistance from the Dead Apostles!
This discovery surprised Xia Zhi a little. After all, this is one of the manifestations of the independence of an intelligent creature.
"Why, do you want to attack me?"
The Dream Maker turned his head to look at the Dead Apostles below and said with a stern expression.
The dead disciples lowered their heads, not daring to look directly into the eyes of the Dream Maker.
Yumo was very panicked at this time, because the Lord of Dreams was different from the little angel, he was a real killing god!
At the same time, he felt a little regretful. When he saw his hometown destroyed, he returned to the vast sea in a state of disarray.
Because the Yunyu Clan are born with elemental bodies, their way of reproduction is to combine energy to give birth to new life.
They used to play here with the little angels often, so the dead apostles did not attack them.
In her confusion, she somehow became entangled with the Dead Apostles.
What she didn't expect was that a new life form would be born, and it was a completely different life form!
"Interesting, very good experimental material."
The Dream Maker looked at this special little guy, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Hearing this, Yumo snatched the little guy away and wanted to run away immediately.
However, facing the unstoppable strength of the Dream Maker, any creature below the same level is nothing more than an ant in her hands.
At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared at an extremely fast speed, and seemed to want to take Yumo and the child away.
"Hehe, as my creation, do you think you have the ability to resist me?"
The Dream Maker looked at the figure and said with a chuckle.
With a gentle wave of her slender jade hand, the black shadow stopped in mid-air. The other party was one of the dead apostles.
Xia Zhi shook his head slightly. As the creator of the Dead Apostles, there was no way the Dead Apostles could compete with the Lord of Dreams.
However, he was very curious about the actions of the Dead Apostles.
But when I think about it carefully, I almost understand the reason.
This group of dead apostles were born after the Dream Maker merged with Xiaohong, so they only saw the Dream Maker's decisive killing scene.
Perhaps due to the awakening of their spiritual intelligence, the Dead Apostles have begun to show the desires that intelligent creatures should have, such as the desire to protect.
The current Dream Maker is not a joker, and he might really dissect this shiny little guy.
Moreover, the Dead Apostles have only existed for a short time, their intelligence has not yet been fully developed, and they do not know how to use negotiation to ease the relationship between the two.
Coupled with the fear of the Dream Maker in his heart, he made such irrational actions.
"Hehe, maybe after studying you, the Dead Apostles I summon will be more perfect."
The Dream Maker said this with a sinister smile, like a bloodthirsty devil.
Under the strong sense of oppression, both the Dead Apostle and Yumo appeared somewhat desperate, while the shiny little fellow shrank into Yumo's arms in fear.
"Come, play with me."
The little angel suddenly appeared and pulled the little guy and said.
Yumo seemed to have seen a savior and couldn't wait to hand the baby in her arms to the little angel.
Apart from being greedy and fond of playing pranks, the little angel never kills people.
And everyone here will give in to the little angel, even the Dream Maker in front of him. Maybe this can make the Dream Maker give up studying this baby.
But the little guy seemed to have a premonition of something bad happening and didn't want to leave Yumo's arms.
"Okay, stop playing around. You didn't improve your strength through research."
Xia Zhi sighed and spoke slowly.
With the Dream Maker's current abilities, he no longer needs a data panel as a reference.
As long as the laws of creation mastered are profound enough, one can even actively change the form of innate skills.
For example, the Sea of Death is based on the law of creation. As long as there is enough information, it may be possible to create more perfect creatures.
However, this guy is usually lazy. Apart from killing monsters, he basically just eats, drinks and has fun.
Fortunately, Xia Zhi has no such requirements. As long as the fusion is done, his strength can be greatly improved, and there is no need to work hard to transform his innate skills.
Not only is the transformation time-consuming and laborious, it might also turn the Dream Maker into a perverted scientific research maniac.
After all, biological transformation is very outrageous, and dissection is required at every turn. He doesn't want to see the Lord of Dreams and find that the room is full of broken limbs.
He doesn't usually have the habit of whipping corpses, so he really can't do that.
"Why, do you want me to transform you too?"
The Dream Maker suddenly looked at Xia Zhi with a cold and unfriendly expression.
"Baby, pan her!"
Xia Zhi shouted to the little angel.
The little angel imitated the adults and rolled up his sleeves.
But the little angel immediately lost interest after being glared at by the Dream Maker.
"Well, if you hit dad, you can't hit me."
The little angel said pitifully to the Dream Maker.
Xia Zhi rolled his eyes and said, "You are a powerful God-Emperor level warrior after all. Normally, the Dream Maker wouldn't dare to do anything to you. Why are you admitting defeat now?"
Besides, what do you mean by hitting him? Your little cotton-padded jacket is a little leaky.
"Forget it. Research doesn't necessarily require dissection. Observing your evolution is probably enough."
The Dream Maker waved his hand, and Yumo and the dead apostles regained their ability to move.
But before Yumo and the dead disciples could rejoice, the Dream Maker suddenly snapped his fingers, and a huge magic circle suddenly appeared in the sky.
Yumo thought that the Lord of Dreams had returned, so she hugged the little guy in her arms and began to return in despair.
"I, the Dream Maker, the Alien Lord, the Machine..., will grant you a new life. From now on, you are free!"
The majestic voice of the Dream Maker sounded.
The little stars falling from the magic circle are as beautiful as falling snowflakes.
The starlight slowly fell on the dead apostles, and emotions such as confusion and joy began to appear in their eyes, as if their souls had been sublimated.
Xia Zhi looked at this scene with a puzzled expression.
Under the influence of the starlight, the dead apostles seemed to have broken free from some kind of shackles.
The originally violent aura began to become calm, as if its own strength began to transform.
However, rather than saying it was a transformation, it would be more accurate to say that the strongest attributes of the Dead Apostles began to be evenly distributed.
This makes the strength of the Dead Apostles balanced, and there will no longer be a situation where one attribute exceeds the original by too much.
And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but Xia Zhi even felt that the strength of several of the dead disciples had increased a little.
Unfortunately, the gap in strength between him and the Dream Maker Lord was too great. Even the Dead Apostles were much stronger than him, which made his perception very unreal and vague.
"Thank you, Creation God!"
After the transformation, the dead disciples knelt on the ground and kowtowed in thanks.
Although they had lost their bond with the Creator, they felt much more relaxed, as if they were now their truest selves.
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