[352 – Cocooning yourself]

Like the other founders of the Fire Sword Road, Yanar is not a real angel, and the essence of this name is just a meaningless code name.

But unlike several other members, Yanar himself does not have such a thing as a real name, so when Michael proposed to use Yanar as her code name, she not only accepted it, but also thought that the name was not bad. Just use it as your name.

Although it is said that for ordinary extraordinary people, the “true name” has more meaning than that, and may even become the gate of life. Of course, it is impossible to casually accept a word of unknown origin as one’s own name.

But for Yanar, the words expressed in all the common languages of the continent cannot have any influence on her, so it doesn’t matter.

After all, her race is somewhat special.

“From the perspective of induction, the last faint residual breath is here…”

Yanar was suspended in mid-air, raised his head slightly, his rusty green eyes full of chaos staring blankly straight ahead.

She stretched out the only arm full of strength and beauty, and the palm of her hand was empty, as if she was grasping something, and the space of this place curled up like a crumpled paper, forming a point full of information .

Lines of light floated from this point, intertwined and floated between her eyebrows, and the scene that once leaked a similar atmosphere here was displayed in her mind.

The black-haired youth stopped here, out of tune with the crowd walking forward, and communicated with a weak and extraordinary person with the brand of the Fire Sword Road on his body.

At some point, he opened a dream rift and took out a book from it. Remember https://m. xswang.com

At the same time, there was also a faint cry for help from her kind in the dream, but it only disappeared for a moment as the fissure closed.

“Snapped.”

Yanar clenched his fist and crushed this information point from the past time and space, frowned half of his eyebrows looking at the scattered light point.

“Dreamland rift… How could he open it so easily? And his strength, like being shrouded in fog, can’t be clearly sensed at all, but it’s not a problem for me, I just need to go back to the timeline— —”

Yanar half-closed his eyes, and the half of his wings composed of thousands of illusions wriggled, intermittently emitting colorful lights like neon tubes, and seemed to be resonating with somewhere.

“So that’s the case… The half-dragon body shaped by the fruit of the dragon marrow tree and the petrified dragon heart, the power to control dreams given by silver, the help of a mysterious existence all the time, and those books of unknown origin, interesting.”

“It only took half a year to grow from an ordinary person to the current god-level. I have to say that it is indeed a great cause.”

“However, this is far from surpassing the level of gods, not to mention that this is not his own achievement. What is really worth paying attention to is the mysterious existence that has never appeared and silver… eh? The breath of silver has weakened so much. A section, seems to have left, ha, just right, the difficulty is less.”

“Speaking of which, isn’t the purpose of Michael and the others to be able to open the road to the dream world and gain a way to be promoted in the dream land? That is to say, this guy, I am afraid he has been standing in their plan for thousands of years. The end of the final lens…”

“No wonder all the angels have to be called together to cooperate this time. For them, an enemy of this level is indeed worthy of vigilance.”

“Oh, but for me, it’s just more tricks.”

Yanar snorted indifferently, his expression seemed so arrogant and calm as if he had mastered everything, thinking to himself: “There is no time and space that can escape my perception and grasp, even if it is a dream, I can still come and go freely, there has long been There is nothing, there is no ‘true god’ at all, it is just a lair of primordial creatures born from chaos, and the fear of the world is but the manifestation of ignorance.”

“Although these primordial creations are indeed powerful enough, compared to those four witches… no, they are still one point worse than Shirogane and Flaxinas, and it’s no wonder that they were able to live safely in their dreams. Sleeping for so many years.”

She floated forward along the trajectory left by this information point, mocking with a look of disdain: “If I didn’t want to see these guys make some pointless efforts, and finally found out that the place they tried so hard to reach is just a ‘garbage heap’ , how wonderful the expressions on their faces will be, how could I possibly join this Fire Sword Road?”

The snowflakes around her fell down and passed through her body without hindrance, with only tiny ripples in circles, indicating that this body did not actually exist in this time and space, but was just a projection-like projection. The presence.

And her real body, without a doubt, is the huge butterfly curled up on the continuous timeline, in the unknown place connected by the phantom threads extending from the middle of her body.

That’s right, Yanar’s body is the upper form of the clock rotifer, an evolutionary who stood out from the trillions of insects that inhabit the time line and wriggle —

Butterfly of the Sea of Time.

The half-human-like body she embodied is an idea body born from the aesthetics she has absorbed in human society, so it is full of confusion.

…after all, you can’t expect a bug to fully understand human aesthetics.

And the purpose of Yanar’s trip was precisely because he sensed the breath of someone of his kind who had helped him when he was still a clock rotifer.

Not knowing how many years ago, a certain human family captured it with a special method, and used it to manipulate time on a small scale, and even passed it down from generation to generation as a family heirloom.

When Yanar didn’t have a name, such trivial matters didn’t interest her at all. After all, for insects, eating and sleeping were the only things to think about in their minds, and other things were nothing to worry about.

But in the thousands of years of watching human society, she gradually learned “selfishness”.

Until she was awakened by Michael recently, she felt like she had broken her cocoon again, looking back at everything in the past and having a different experience.

Especially when he saw that insignificant companion being taken away and heard the faint mourning that lasted for thousands of years, an emotion called anger rose for the first time in his heart.

Unstoppable, she did not go to the agreed place that Michael said, but came alone to find the person who now holds the bell-rotifer box.

Now, she is coming to pick up her companion.

Yanar’s wing-like intricate and radiant half of his body stretched out, and while everyone in the manor was unaware, it gradually filled up and covered the sky.

The time and space around the manor distorted, cracking as if it could not bear it.

Like an invisible cocoon in a net.

And Yanar, who was floating straight towards the final information point, never realized that his body was supposed to be just a phantom, not a real body…

There was a shadow that followed closely.