Superpowers of Sky City

Chapter 16 The Continuation of the Dream
The time came a few minutes ago.

When Alice was talking with Mo Yuankai, Gongsun Ce was staring at the table in the study on the second floor in a daze.

There were three things in front of him: a note, a scroll, and a small box the size of a palm.A syringe lay in the small box, which looked exactly like the syringes commonly used in hospitals.On the note was printed a cursive script written by someone who frightened the snake: [Take it out with a syringe and pierce it into the chest to suppress the dream. 】

"... Where is my choice? Eaten by you?"

Gongsun Ce said something inexplicably, manipulated the scroll to float up, and unfolded it in front of him.

Mo Yuankai said that there are ink paintings on the second floor, but that was not only a lie when dealing with the hunter, but also the truth for him.

There is a unique ink painting hidden in the scroll. There are no high mountains, flowing water, flowers, birds and animals in this painting, but there are patterns of sharp swords one after another.There are long swords, daggers, traditional one-handed swords, stabbing swords used by nobles, giant swords in the hands of warriors, and knights' heavy swords that he has seen before...

The ink swords of different standards are so bizarrely different in style, and they are stacked on the paper without any order, which should have made the painting unsightly.But the painter used his extraordinary skills and strong personal color to control the innate disadvantages brought by this subject, so that everything in the painting is natural.The talent is scribbled on the paper, revealing the arrogance and wildness that ordinary people can't match.

"What a broken painting."

It's a pity that when the viewer and the painter are at odds, no matter how good the painting is, it will be a broken painting.Gongsun Ce cursed, and pressed the sharp needle against the paper, and the sword in the painting "moved" at the same time!

Hundreds of ink swords turned around on the painting, piercing towards the needle point like a charge.It is impossible for a sharp sword on a two-dimensional plane to hurt a three-dimensional needle barrel, but they collide with the needle tip as if they had entities.Mo Jian was smashed to pieces in this scheming fight, scattered into drops of ink, and rushed along the hollow needle into the empty needle tube.

In less than half a minute, there was no ink on the scroll, and the syringe in Gongsun Ce's hand was filled with ink.Gongsun Ce took a few deep breaths, trying to relieve his tension.He lifted his clothes and stuck the needle into his heart.

"Fucking Yan Qi, I hope your stuff is reliable...!"

Before he could press the piston, the black ink that was once a sharp sword rushed into his body.

"!"

It was as if the heart had been pierced by a sharp sword, causing tearing pain.Gongsun Ce sat down with his back against the wall, and only had time to pull out the needle with trembling hands before his heart stopped beating.

In the next second, Gongsun Ce's eyes were covered with gray and white.He saw the fog again, an endless, cold mist.The memory flew back under the action of some force, and the consciousness seemed to be sinking into the icy sea.He knew that he was about to return to the past in his memory, to the dilapidated battlefield...

Let Superpebia's nightmare continue.

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Blood moon, gray fog, ruins, clock tower.cuckoo.

When he came back to his senses, Gongsun Ce once again stood on the battlefield.He watched everything he had witnessed thousands of times with an almost numb attitude, watching the cuckoo go back and forth, watching the thick fog roll up like a whirlwind, and watching the Nether Dragon descending under the bloody moonlight.

But this time, the dream didn't end here.

Without a sound, Gongsun Ce's sleeve was empty.Under the power of the Nether Dragon, the individual named Gongsun Ce began to dissolve.

His right arm was gone, followed by both legs.Having lost his support, he immediately fell to the ground, only his head stubbornly lifted up.The dragon's one-eyed turned downward, as if it wanted to meet his gaze, but it seemed that it was just looking at the ruins it had created.

"—!"

The Nether Dragon raised its head and let out a weeping dragon cry.This sound echoed in the empty city, as if it was ringing the death knell for this dying city.The mist gallops and rotates with its movements, like countless souls cheering for the coming of the king!
Gongsun Ce's body also melted in the breath, his head rolled to the ground, only consciousness and vision remained for a moment.

At this moment, Gongsun Ce's field of vision was occupied by a golden streamer.The warm light solidified his once-melted body, allowing him to regain the power to think.

He saw a knight running in the light.Although she is only a weak girl, she has the courage to charge the dragon.She is covered with solid and heavy silver armor, and the weapon in her hand exudes an incomparable sense of presence, making the Nether Dragon roll his eyes for it!
That is, the sacred but unknown giant sword.

There is a thin black thread inlaid in the silver-white sword body; the hilt under the golden gauntlet is wrapped with blood-colored cloth strips; three spikes of different lengths protrude from the hilt, piercing like a twisted cross. into the sword.

Armed with many contradictions, it brings an uncomfortable sense of strangeness.This is a dangerous weapon that can only be used in rare special cases, and now is the time to draw the sword.

"Come on, Nether Dragon!"

From the mouth of the giant dragon spewed out mist that dissolved everything, and the light of the knight pierced through the mist.The battlefield is distorted in a weird way in an instant, sometimes presenting a hellish environment of ruins and dead trees, and sometimes returning to the glorious pure white city of the past.This is a battle between worlds, a battle that Gongsun Ce cannot understand.In Gongsun Ce's memory are only those appearances that can be felt by human perception, the light and fog that are fighting with each other, and the declaration of the world-changing magician.

"A misfortune · Creation of the world. The sky wheel goes back and falls into an arc!"

The battle between humans and dragons turned into a picture of failure. The giant sword pierced through the gray mist sprayed by the evil dragon, and a cross-shaped spark burst out from the tip of the sword.

The light was warm and soft, covering the huge body of the evil dragon, and even the blood moon was dimmed.

In the twinkling of the cross star, Gongsun Ce's consciousness gradually faded away...

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"!"

Gongsun Ce suddenly opened his eyes, the real world is as usual.There was no gray fog, no cross star light, only a young man wearing glasses was leaning against the wall, holding his heart tightly with his hands.

"Huh...huh..."

Gongsun Ce panted heavily as if he had just finished a strenuous exercise, and it took him a while to calm down his beating heart.He hurriedly grabbed the scroll and found that there was no ink sword left on it.He knew that those ink swords were hidden in his heart.

The sword from back then, the continuous nightmare, Yan Qi's backhand... the sword... the seal in my heart...

The thoughts in Gongsun Ce's mind were extremely messy, and he whispered angrily, "You fucking bastard, you forgot to write about how uncomfortable you are after using this thing."

There was an incomprehensible painter in his mind smiling unscrupulously, and Gongsun Ce could almost imagine what the other party would say.

Ha, how you feel is none of my business?As long as something works!

Gongsun Ce wanted to punch the imaginary man a few times, but he was the only one in the world who didn't have the position to do this.He stood up from the ground, quickly packed the things on the table, walked to the bathroom on the second floor, and observed his image in the mirror.

Gongsun Ce in the mirror was pale, with empty eyes, like a dead man.He washed his face with hot water, and quickly changed his expression in front of the mirror.Crying, laughing, anger, sadness... Every expression came alive, which made him feel a little more relaxed. At least his basic skills have not fallen.

When Gongsun Ce walked away from the mirror, he had completely returned to his usual appearance, the calm and unhurried superpower.He descended the stairs, momentarily speechless by the four raised walls.

Gongsun Ce knocked on the heavy metal wall like a door: "Hello, are you there?"

The soundproof wall was slowly rising, and Mo Yuankai in the living room was smiling and said: "...Miss Aida has worked hard too. I am still checking the exact location of the person in the middle, and the other one will arrive here in about 15 minutes. It’s still too late for you to go to the sewage treatment plant in the district.”

"Thanks for the assistance. You really don't need to be paid?"

"A Ce introduced you, how can I charge you~"

Gongsun Ce pushed down his glasses: "Mr. Mo gave me such a big face, it made me feel embarrassed. Next time I will treat you to a salad."

"No, I'd rather be fat than eat grass. How about the new painting I got?"

"If I want to evaluate it, it is a broken painting. The artist's comments are the finishing touch, which perfectly shows his self-righteous arrogance."

"What painting?" Alice asked curiously. "The elders want to show off the artistic rubbish of the painting..." Gongsun Ce shook off this negative comment, and hurried away with the curious Alice.

The intelligence dealer didn't get up to see off the guest, but sat on the sofa and watched the two leave their house.

"So emotional."

Mo Yuankai shook his head and drank the last bit of Coke.He rubbed his fat fingers against the surface of the can, and a light appeared out of nowhere in his hand.

This light changes the red and blue can from a cylinder to a cuboid, and makes the paint recede to the back of the palm, dividing the screen and buttons on the smooth side.The can deformed like plasticine, twisted, and turned into an old-fashioned mobile phone in half a minute.

Mo Yuankai smacked his lips: "This time is enough for me to make two phone calls."

He entered a series of numbers, and the screen of the phone, which was a Coke can before, actually lit up.After a few seconds, the call was connected.

"Hello, Mr. Yan? I'm Mo Yuankai."

"Ah Ce received the...reaction? I don't think he's happy. What did you tell him?... Tell him to die? Mr. Yan, let me tell you the truth, it's really justifiable for you to be scolded."

There was a burst of laughter from the other end of the phone, laughing like a gangster holding a wine bottle and chatting with his companions on the street to fart.

"They are going to the sewage treatment plant now, do you know the way?...A local person was asked to help? Please don't involve ordinary students!...Okay, I won't ask, you are an expert....Leave it to you. "

With this sentence as the end of the conversation, Mo Yuankai squeezed his hands tightly.When I let go, the mobile phone I was using before has turned back into a crushed soda can.He pressed the remote control, and the image displayed on the big screen was refreshed, from a photo of five dragon worshipers to a strange painting.

The painting depicts a twisted creature with fleshless wings, an inflated body, and a tiny head with only one eye.It was surrounded by mist, entrenched above the clock tower, under the blood moon.

"Killing one, beheading half, is it completely over..."

The real evil dragon in his memory overlapped with the picture on the screen for a moment. Mo Yuankai stared at the evil dragon, wondering what he was thinking.

"Come on, Ah Ce." The intelligence dealer leaned wearily on the sofa, "I believe in you. Let's put an end to what happened back then."

(End of this chapter)