Stray Chapter 55: Nightmare Reincarnation
The flying sword breathes out aura, and the magic of immortality blooms.
Unreasonable power erupted in the bloody, purgatory-like modern city.
The sword travels in the air, flying in the air, taking people's lives in the air, and now it is used to kill the ignorant and the walking dead who can't even instinctively avoid it. .
Such as the method of controlling water and freezing ice, such as the technique of gathering qi into the wind, many techniques are emerging one after another, and some people can even attract the phoenix to gather thunder, concentrate on the power of thunder, and the technique can be shot like a rainbow piercing the sun, and the scene is unbelievably beautiful. Square things.
That's right, after Murong Ziying took the lead and Yu Jian rushed down to join the battlefield, the others also took action.
Because this has nothing to do with the reality of the scene-
Even if they rationally know that this is the illusion of someone's memory and belief, it may not be a real fantasy, or it may be something that happened in reality, but it has long since become a simple memory, a dream But it's a recurring record.
So no matter what they do, it doesn't change what happened.
However, seeing the **** on earth unfold in front of my eyes, countless people, including women and children, the old and the weak, were dismembered and reduced to blood. Seeing such a tragic and terrifying scene, it is difficult for everyone to observe it from the perspective of a bystander.
I can't bear to eat its flesh when I hear its voice, and I can't bear to see it die when I see it. This is not a common problem worthy of ridicule, but a very normal thing. Therefore, it is difficult for them to completely ignore it, and their mood does not fluctuate.
Murong Ziying is jealous of evil, and she is extremely angry about it. Since she has seen it with her own eyes, she naturally can't bear to do nothing like this. Not everything has to be meaningful, but isn't cultivation a way to pursue the true self, to pursue true freedom in the soul?
There is no stagnation in your thoughts, and every thought should be as comfortable and accessible as possible. If you can't face it calmly with your own heart, then what kind of practice is there to talk about!
Huaishuo and Xuanji saw that their uncle made a move, so naturally they couldn't stay out of the way, so they followed suit. And when the three of them started, Senior Sister Xiuyu, as the last Qionghua disciple, naturally had to bite the bullet and follow the group's footsteps.
Yun Tianhe has a straight line of thinking, and naturally feels that he needs to help others in difficulty, so he also picks up a weapon, but he has not learned the art of mastering the sword, and he has no way to control the sword light in a dive. Down, you can only stare at the height below from the rooftop.
Because the height is too high, the vehicles below are the size of matchboxes. He just doesn't understand many things, and he doesn't have time to learn. It doesn't mean he is stupid.
In the end, Liu Mengli sighed and took everyone down. Although the art of riding the wind is not as good as the art of riding the sword, the speed and flexibility are all at a disadvantage, but it is the best choice to solve such a problem.
However, in this way, under the chain reaction, other people will naturally follow suit. No matter what they think, after all, everyone is already a grasshopper on the same rope. other options.
Besides, when everyone is not very rational, only oneself has to be very rational, and it is simply not suitable for the group. Even if it is just pretending, it is also necessary to show that he is also a righteous partner, upright and full of righteous indignation , and strive for the recognition of the vast majority of people in the team.
However, this is a nightmare after all, and no matter how real it is, it still has the quality of a dream.
So those walking dead are simply inexhaustible, just like the waves of the river and the sea, coming in wave after wave.
With the passage of time, everyone was exhausted and exhausted, but in the end, nothing could be changed. Under the dark night, the city further collapsed, all kinds of pungent odors, unpleasant gasoline, plastic and even the smell of burning human body were intertwined, and the sound of roaring was constantly coming from all directions.
They are like being surrounded by a huge pack of wolves on the grassland. No matter how hard they struggle, they can't see any hope.
Even in the end, it may be their actions, or it may be that the fluctuations of their emotions and the dream itself are superimposed on each other, creating some changes or a correction counterattack from the dream-
It caused everyone to be shocked to find that no matter where they retreated, large numbers of terrifying zombies would soon be "refreshed" around them, forcing them to continue fighting. Only when they flew into the sky would they follow common sense. Can rest for a while.
Because of their sluggishness, wobbly zombies can be spawned in corners they can't see or perceive, but they can't fly into the air when they can see it.
But this is not a way to solve the problem and cure the symptoms, because they can't keep touching the ground all the time, the mana and mind have been consumed too much before, and they can't get real rest time, so they can't be replenished at all. come back...
As the saying goes, "More ants kill the elephant", which seems to be the most intuitive and funny display at this moment, but the few people who are in it are not in the mood, and they can't laugh at all.
But this is also normal. After all, everything is a foregone conclusion. When they enter this heart-like landscape, they enter a memory, and they try to change the record. Behavior will naturally usher in a correction counterattack.
Actually, if they weren't so stubborn, if they were hiding in the dark and watching carefully, maybe they would find that on the other side of the city, there was a survival team composed of high school students, and they were walking around pretending to be Spider-Man. Someone in the city—
At that time, the key to this dream memory can be found, and perhaps the correct decryption idea for "escaping the room" can be found.
It's a pity that they are one move away from chess now and have lost the opportunity. Even the only two lost people, because of all kinds of scruples, have no choice but to follow everyone and act recklessly. There is no way to keep a low profile...
Even the two of them were stunned. This kind of scene, which seemed to be the lowest level of the mission world, actually forced them into a desperate situation, which sounded ridiculous. Although they both know the real reason, the two still find it absurd.
Would it be so dangerous?
This is no longer in front of the boss room, nor is it dead in the middle of looking for the boss room, but it is simply a small area in the corner of the map that is killed by the mobs!
However, at the last moment, Liu Mengli tried her best to use spells, led everyone to quit the game directly, popped up this memory record, and successfully escaped the danger.
Just leaving the doomsday of the collapsed body does not mean the end. It just means that at the most dangerous juncture, they have once again entered another dream that was transformed from memory, and that is also a bizarre dream. Strange world.
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Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Most people are drowsy and feel exhausted physically and mentally. They are in a trance and have a fever and a cold. They are in bed.
I can't figure out when it is, I can't figure out where I am, I can't figure out what happened to me...
It wasn't until they were all agitated and instinctively remembered the countless roars, rotten and twisted limbs, and endless numbers, and then they were completely awake in an instant, and all the drowsiness disappeared.
But when everyone took a closer look, they found that the surrounding area was not a collapsed city or the end of the dead, but a very clear sky with blossoming white clouds floating leisurely, forests, hills, grasslands and strange strange things in the distance. The idyllic landscape composed of villages.
"This, this is..."
"Where have we come to?"
It seems that the beautiful girl who had woken up for a long time stood quietly by the side of the road, bowing her head as if she was thinking about something. After hearing the movements of the people behind her, she turned her head and said lightly: /
"I don't know either, but this should still be the initiator's dream, and it's also a scene transformed from his memory..."
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Everyone's face twitched immediately. Although the subconscious knew the answer for a long time, they still felt that their hearts were so tired that they would no longer love them.
How many maps and how many scenes are there waiting for you?
"This is not the time to give up, and this dream seems to be more peaceful, unlike the previous... that hellish place."
Liu Mengli looked at the village in the distance, where a huge windmill was slowly turning, and her eyes flashed with hope.
"Maybe we can go over and take a look first to see what the situation is like...but if it's not necessary, it's best not to do it rashly, lest the previous thing happen again."
She is different from other people. Although she doesn't know her own details at all, and she doesn't know that she can feed on her dreams, her instinct will not disappear just because she doesn't know, so when everyone else is a little tired, Instead, she became more energetic.
Although she doesn't know why she is not tired at all, she seems to have no consumption at all, and she can always be replenished invisibly.
"I understand..." Murong Ziying let out a long breath, nodded vigorously, and once again exuded that kind of stern and resolute aura, as if it was a long sword made of refined steel, constantly There is a sharp and resolute aura at every moment.
He also knew that he had indeed made a rash in the last dream, but he did not regret it at all. The heart of a swordsman is to have no regrets in swordsmanship, and he would rather take what is straight than ask for in music...
Liu Mengli didn't say much, just a reminder. She also knew that if she did it again, everyone, including herself, would probably make the same choice again, so there was no need to say more.
The key to the way of truth and illusion is never true or false, but one's own heart.
In this real fantasy world, if you can't maintain your true nature, just retreat and don't dare to do anything, you will also be assimilated by dreams, and you won't find the real path.
So everyone cheered up, regained their strength, and with a sigh of anger in their hearts, they began to march towards the distant village, continuing to challenge the dream this time. But when they felt the village, they were surprised to find that it seemed to be a foreign country beyond their knowledge.
Many people are blond and blue-eyed, and their ethnicity and language are different... The two lost people are not surprised at all, and Sister Xiuyu has vaguely thought of something, but she is not sure.
But this time, because there is no reason for everyone to directly interfere with the dream, the display of the dream is very peaceful.
They also found that the existence of themselves and others is somewhat subtle, it seems that they are between existence and non-existence. As long as they do not actively interact with people or things in the dream, it seems that everyone will ignore their existence.
It seems like a simple game cutscene. What people say and do is designed in advance.
But once they interfere, the world will immediately become smart again, and these foreign people in the dream will pay attention to them, become curious about them, and derive various actions...
Others don't think there is anything, but Liu Mengli is keenly aware that this is not the performance of a simple dream.
Under such circumstances, communication among the people is not a problem. Although they can't understand these foreign languages, they can understand the meaning of what they say, as if they can see the subtitles.
After some exploration, everyone found that the place where they were located was an island called Britain, which is now in unprecedented turmoil.
The turmoil has caused this island country to summon new foreign enemies. For the sake of survival, the alien Saxons who seek land crossed the sea and came to this island country ruled by countless peoples and those who commanded them.
Despite the constant strife between the tribes, the leaders of the tribes cooperated in order to prevent the invasion from the north. Until one person broke this solidarity, he took advantage of the alien nation and shouted his name for his own desire - to unify Britain.
Its name is the humble king Votigeng. It is said to be the incarnation of a white dragon who was born in Britain and wanted to destroy Britain.
The King of Bing attracted the Saxons and gave the alien land, which made people's lives increasingly poor, and if this continued, they would destroy themselves in the near future. Celebrated as the greatest king, Uther Pendragon was defeated in battle with Vortigern and disappeared.
Britain appears to be entering its darkest dark ages, and people are desperate.
Not long ago, however, Uther's assistant, Merlin, the great magician who has been protecting Britain, made a prophecy that rekindled the fire of hope.
"The successor of King Uther has been chosen. This person is the next king, the incarnation of the red dragon! When the new king appears, the knights of the round table will be assembled, and the white dragon will be defeated..."
The prophecy spread all over the island, and people rekindled their hopes, pinning their future and expectations on the new king, and the knights felt reassured—
Everyone believed the prophecy for granted, and felt that the new king would take all the responsibilities and lead them to a bright future...
But no one will be able to see at this time - the tragic slaughter that will begin in the future.
(ps: Thank you to the monarch of heaven for being the leader of the alliance for being benevolent... (whispering)