Chapter 910 Middle-aged Man



The other party's dream ability is no less than mine. What kind of meditation method is he practicing? Is it the one that comes with the dark meditation method?

That's too scary.

He saw Dolai chasing him closely and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. I'm not afraid that you won't come.

Everything in the world of spiritual power is empty. Everything you see and touch can be penetrated, unless it is something with magic patterns or energy effects.

In Dolai's vision, the man had now returned to his original appearance. At this moment, he felt a little weird. The man was indeed the descendant of Nightmare and looked almost exactly like the old guy.

It is understandable that the younger generation resembles the grandfather, but it is outrageous that they look basically the same. Dolai has a bold guess.

This guy, even if he is not controlled, is almost the same as being controlled. Dolai once read a religious book. In some religions, believers' personality and even appearance will inexplicably change during the process of belief because of worshipping one person a lot.

On the one hand, the Nightmare Ancestor will control these descendants, and on the other hand, he probably wants them to believe in himself, and then a trace of the power of faith will be born.

The power of faith is a very broad thing. In terms of its actual use, it doesn't have much. If you say it is useless, this is what the gods are fighting for. Could it be that the Nightmare Ancestor has researched something?

If he could utilize the power of faith, that would be terrifying, because it would mean that he had reached a stage that Dolai was completely unaware of, a realm that had never been seen before and would never be seen again.

He packaged his speculations and sent them to Wassenburg.

This is a very dangerous signal.

As for the other party's escape, Duolai estimated that he was fleeing to his original body. After all, it was just a clone. The other party might have set up some traps waiting for him. But is it important? It's not important. The important thing is to find the other party's location.

Dolai has gained some experience from his recent experiments. He can use himself as a medium to teleport small objects over a short distance. When the time comes, he can directly teleport another clone over to surround and kill together.

With a Skeleton Demon Meditation and a Nightmare Meditation, Dolai felt that he was going further and further on the path of a dark wizard.

Hehehehe.

The southern part of the red town is well-cultivated farmland. Going further south, there is a small high slope. To the west of the slope is the territory of another lord.

As he entered the high slope, Duolai felt as if he had stepped into another world. The world in front of him changed, as if he had stepped from the darkness into a bright palace. He suddenly realized that he had come to the place where the other party's dream was compiled.

This hall was very large and very tall. Outside the hall, it was still very dark, as if there was a void, but the inside of the hall was as bright as day. At the door of the hall, the middle-aged man stood quietly, looking at Dolai indifferently. At the door of the hall, there were all kinds of people, including farmers, village women, mercenaries, adventurers, and nobles. The only thing that was a little exaggerated was the number. There were too many of them, as many as tens of thousands.

These people currently have only one thing in common, which is numbness and emptiness. So many eyes are all looking at Doley who came in, staring at him together, which feels a bit scary.

Dolai took a deep breath. How many people did this guy kill just to practice meditation? It was a bit exaggerated.

Just now in the Red Town, the other party didn't put in any effort at all.

Dolai looked ahead and became cautious. If he entered here in his real body, it was equivalent to entering someone else's dream with his real body. Here, he was at an absolute disadvantage.

He sensed his surroundings. This was the environment created by the other party's dream, but he was still connected to the outside world. This meant that even within the world created by dreams, he still existed in the main plane.

The dream weaves that no matter how powerful he is, he is still a product of this world and cannot be separated from the existence of this world. As long as he is in the world, the distance from Albis City to here is so short that Dolai can summon his army at any time.

The middle-aged man smiled at this time. He stood there, his clothes changed, wearing a noble dress. He bowed slightly, like a gentleman, smiled, and politely said to Dolai, "Welcome to my world."

In his mind, Dolai's true body had entered his dream, and he was now trapped in a jar, without the slightest power to resist.

Dreams are different from reality, but they are also the same as reality. If you get hurt in the dream world, you can also get hurt in this world. If you die in a dream, you are really dead.

In his opinion, Dole was almost dead.

At this moment, he saw that there was no expression on Dole's face, as if he was not in any danger.

Dolai looked at the people in the hall behind. They were all living people. Although they were dead now, they were once living people.

The lives of these people will be counted on each other's heads.

He said slowly, "Who are you? I'm actually not interested in knowing anymore. This is the dream world you created. You've locked onto me, and I've locked onto you."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. What does that mean? He did lock onto the other party, but why did the other party lock onto me? Isn’t this his real body?

In the wasteland, in reality, the middle-aged man sat on a high slope, without any sign of movement. In his dream, Duolai was trapped, and he did his best and did not dare to slack off. At this time, he became alert. As soon as Duolai finished speaking, he raised his head and his face suddenly changed.

In front of him, a white light suddenly lit up hundreds of meters away. The light was extremely fast, and in a flash, it became extremely bright, and then a space gate appeared in front of him.

The space gate opened almost in the blink of an eye, and a wizard tower full of death, darkness, and evil walked out from it.

What kind of wizard tower is this? It seems to be made up entirely of the skeletons of various powerful creatures. Each bone is thicker than one's head. There is a strong smell of death and darkness, as if it was formed by the slaughter of tens of millions of people. The middle-aged man just took a look and felt as if he was trapped in endless death.

What kind of wizard tower is this? The middle-aged man was stunned.

Without saying a word, he stood up from the high slope, turned around and fled, flying forward quickly. At this time, he could no longer care about Dolai who was trapped in the dream. The wizard tower in front of him was the biggest enemy.

The biggest weakness of the dream wizard was revealed at this time. His mental power was extremely strong, but he was weak in other aspects. As long as he was caught in the position where he was, any elemental wizard could kill him, not to mention the enemy who controlled such a powerful wizard tower.

"Damn it, who is this? The Skeleton Demon God, this is also Dolai's clone. What the hell is he controlling? He should have lost his reaction by now."

In the dark night, as soon as Dolai appeared, he found the middle-aged man on the high slope. He was standing there without any hiding. Was the other party standing there so carelessly, seducing him?

Duolai felt a little embarrassed. He had been too careless.

But it was harmless at this time. He just glanced at the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man turned and ran away. He snorted coldly and said, "Old Master Meng, come out. What can you do to me with this loser?"

This was Dolai's voice, and the middle-aged man's face changed drastically.

What was the thing that trapped him? His mind was working frantically at this moment. At the same time, he threw a colorful glass object backwards and threw it directly at the wizard tower.

The art of entering dreams.


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