I Became the Ultimate Boss Chapter 740: Dream decisive battle, the gods fall

What's terrible is that Cthulhu's blood volume has been declining all the way, and his blood recovery ability can't keep up.

　　 These Cthulhu believers are not strong, are not true gods, and do not have the ability to observe gods.

　　, on the contrary, is the true God player such as Colin who sneaks to watch the game from a long distance, and sees it most clearly.

　　 They looked up, and the nameless mist in the Lalaiye area was swallowed by the disappearing black hole, revealing the unmarked starry sky.

　　 Cthulhu’s huge inexplicable form stands in the universe, its size is infinite, as if the entire universe can only barely contain his enlarged body.

　　 On that crazy blood-dropping health bar, although there is a green blood-recovery special effect, in front of the real **** players, what you see is not a special effect, but a regular power competition between blood-reduction and blood-recovery.

　　 "Amon is too strong, and he unilaterally crushed Cthulhu."

　　 "Cthulhu's blood return is dissatisfied. If he does not have a new method to kill Amon, he will definitely die."

　　 Colin looked at the long blood bar, a variety of rules and forces head-on, but Amon's rules were stronger and more domineering, and the dominant balance was also leaning toward Amon.

　　"If Amon changed to another attack method, Cthulhu would have been full of blood long ago. Amon is really ridiculously strong. Which path did he follow?"

　　 "I don't know."

　　 Colin smiled bitterly. If it weren't for this battle, it would be difficult for him to see how strong Amon really is.

　　 now, it is still unfathomable, and even the second week boss can't help Kemon.

　　 Cthulhu, the evil god, also noticed that no matter how much he fought, it would be difficult to smooth the drop in his health.

　　 Had it not been for the study of the power of rules in the health field, Kemeng would have long been killed by a spike.

　　 "..." Cthulhu made a series of unexplained sounds.

　　 Kemeng was pulling the opponent's lifeline, and immediately felt that Cthulhu had launched a big move.

　　The deep voice contains the power of dream rules, and it penetrates into Kemon's head.

　　Even if Kemon turns off his hearing, these sounds can directly invade Kemon through the relationship between "dream boarding and host".

　　This relationship comes from the system, because many dreams control Cthulhu's body, this relationship has become an uninterruptible relationship.

　　 Kemeng has also studied dreams, but in the face of Cthulhu's expertise, it is still a bit overwhelming.

　　 This is the opponent’s trick. Cthulhu is very knowledgeable about the rules of dreams, otherwise he wouldn’t turn the dreams of billions of people into a super dream world.

　　 in the blink of an eye.

　　 Kemeng was dragged by Cthulhu into his temporary dream world.

　　……

　　 I don’t know how long it has been.

　　 Kemeng can feel that his body has gone through several reincarnations, and his life is dying again and again, and reborn again and again.

　　 "Chief Ke, is it so early?"

　　 A gentle greeting from Mrs. Chen made Kemeng sober in his dream.

　　 Here is Blue Star, his home.

　　 Kemeng is a true god, and he has not forgotten the past. He remembered everything instantly and knew that he was fighting Cthulhu.

　　 But his soul has fallen into a dream created by Cthulhu.

　　 "We have to crack this dream."

　　 Kemeng looked into the distance, the sun rose in the distant sky, but the light couldn't cover the outline of the shadow that was so magnificent to obscure the sky.

　　 The outline of the head resembles an octopus head, and the chin has countless tentacles and beards. The fat body cannot be described. Anyway, it can be any shape, depending on my inner imagination.

　　 Kemeng blinked and heard Mrs. Chen say hello downstairs.

　　 "Chief Ke? Would you like to have breakfast?"

　　 looked downstairs, the shadow under Mrs. Chen's feet stretched out countless twisted tentacles.

　　 "No, thank you."

　　 Kemeng stretched out his hand across the air, trying to urge the shadow grabbing hand, but he grabbed a hole and caught nothing.

　　 "By the way, this is a dream he fabricated, which can distort my perception."

　　 Kemeng quickly understood why the shadow grabber failed.

　　 Mrs. Chen sprayed disinfectant, walked into the room, and pushed out the breakfast cart.

　　 Chen Momo rushed out and raised his hand to him. Between the octopus headdress in his hair and shaking his head, there seemed to be a voice rising in his heart: "Good morning Brother Amon, do you want to have breakfast?"

　　 Chen Momo's feet are also distorted shadows, teeth and claws, as if demonstrating to Kemeng.

　　 Kemeng felt a little bit, and looked back at his shadow.

　　 I saw Chen Xi pull out a dark black shadow, stretching from the soles of the feet to the wall, the twisted form is full of tentacles, like a demonized monster shadow.

　　 Kemeng moved his arm, and several tentacles danced in the dark shadow, as if he was not a person, but a monster.

　　 "No, this is fake." Kemun didn't believe it was his shadow.

　　 After he became a god, his shadow is no longer a concrete object that can be defined at will.

　　 Kemeng’s shadow can change with his heart, and the shape of the shadow can be born from his heart.

　　 But at this moment, the shadow moves with his hand, which obviously doesn't conform to Kemon's cognition.

　　 This obvious cognitive difference allowed Kemon to find a breakthrough.

　　 Kemeng walked out of the room, came to the street, and refused today's breakfast.

　　Chen Momo felt very sad, but Kemeng felt strange dream danger from his food. It was a thing called a habit. As long as you follow the habits established by the dream, you can be assimilated by the dream into a member of the dream.

　　 "Thanks, I'm not hungry."

　　 After that, he steps and moves, and the shadow under his feet will move with him.

　　 Kemeng observed his own shadow in this way, moving towards the giant transparent shadow on the horizon. Only that giant shadow is real, and everyone else is a fake virtual person.

　　 One step, ten steps, a hundred steps, a thousand steps.

　　 The shadow changes with him, but Kemon's heart is trying to change the shape of the shadow.

　　After watching too much, I can naturally see the connection between the shadow and him, and then through this connection, I can peek into the rules of the dream world behind it.

　　 "I found your flaw."

　　 Kemeng's eyes flashed, and while the magic power surged, he directly stretched out his hand to pinch his shadow.

　　His shadow is the embodiment of Cthulhu’s will. He tried to transform Kemeng’s thinking with dreams, eroded him from the dream, and used habits to wear Kemeng’s spirituality, so that Kemeng became the evil **** clone of the second week boss. .

　　 But Kemeng did not surrender. He awakened from the dream of several reincarnations, and within a few minutes, he saw through the distorted cognition in the dream instantly and corrected his cognitive thinking.

　　 When he reached out, he pinched a lifeline representing Cthulhu.

　　 also followed him, and the evil **** Cthulhu knew that something was bad.

　　Dream has no effect on Kemon after awakening, and his blood will continue to decrease until death.

　　 He didn't want to see such a thing.

　　 So, Cthulhu entangled his lifeline with Kemon.

　　 either live or die.

　　 Kemeng also felt the loss of life force, as if pinching it down, he would die.

　　"It’s useless, I can already see the true face of the dream~IndoMTL.com~ Kemeng’s mouth is overflowing with blood, but his eyes are very determined.

　　 moved the five fingers of his right hand, gripping it tighter, and pulling it out.

　　 "Kemeng!" For the first time, the evil **** uttered an angry call in Ke Meng's native language.

　　 "Die with peace of mind, there is no symbiosis between us, we can only choose one of two!" Kemeng squeezed Cthulhu's lifeline very calmly.

　　 At that moment, the evil **** died, and Kemeng's own vitality was instantly emptied.

　　 Cthulhu was very powerful. He used the tactics to target Kemeng and wanted him to let go. Ke Kemeng still killed him with his life.

　　 After squeezing the lifeline, the huge blurry shadow of the background of the universe fell down.

　　The Dreamland ground under my feet cracked, and countless people in Dreamland made a cry for help.

　　 The white light swallowed everyone, and then the white light turned to black. The two main forces supporting the dream were absent, and they collapsed to zero in an instant.

　　……

　　 An unknown world of demons.

　　 The red magma creeps slowly, spewing huge amounts of sulfide gas.

　　 In the center of the magma, a cross stands on a rock that never melts.

　　 A phantom with a vague human outline is inverted, with his hands straight open, his legs drawn up to the sky, and he is nailed to the cross without blinking his eyes.

　　 Next second.

　　 The humanoid creature on the cross trembled, and suddenly showed signs of life.