Quenched long order

Chapter 200 Cruel Wish

As Martha's voice entered her ears, all the memories suppressed by dreams emerged from her mind. Unless she stayed in the dream for too long, otherwise, after leaving the dream completely, the Sandman's influence would be reduced to a minimum. Currently, the premise I have truly left the dreamland.

There have been too many situations of dreams within dreams.

"I know, take me there quickly." Sauer replied.

At the same time, he also stayed slightly away from Martha. Based on vision alone, he might only attribute Martha's body to illness or alienation. However, in the state of emptiness, the abnormality of Martha's body could no longer be explained. To simply describe it as alienation, it seems that every area of ​​the body has its own thoughts, but they are just working together temporarily.

This feeling reminded Sauer of the difference between a country and an alliance.

"Follow me." Martha replied, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. However, for a few seconds, the sound was completely lost, and it seemed that her feet were sliding on the ground.

Sauer took a deep breath and gradually left the empty state. His eyes blinked slightly, and the picture in his eyes gradually changed from blurry to clear. However, he still did not return to the winning posture in a short period of time. It would take some time for the body to recover.

Unless there are special circumstances, the combat power in the empty sense state is usually weak, compared with one's own body, just like the difference between the dominant hand and the non-dominant hand.

He looked at the door frame and only caught a glimpse of Martha's back. After taking a deep breath, he quickly followed.

……

On top of the gray wall, a pale puppet stood proudly, motionless, as if it was integrated with the wall.

Under the wall, several corpses were arranged neatly, each one was like a dead tree, as if it could break at the touch of a touch, and their necks were indeed crushed by a strong force.

"neither."

Kraut frowned and followed the leader of the Black Domain Order deep into the slums. Even though he found the owner of the Dream of the Ancestral and killed him, the Sandman still remained in Westwood Port, and his power still enveloped the entire city. , the sun still failed to penetrate the dark clouds overhead.

"Dreams can be transferred."

Naven's voice came from another hiding position.

"The other party is stalling for time. If they continue, they will step on a trap. We must change our approach."

Naven's face was serious. He glanced at the pale puppet on the wall and asked in a deep voice:

"K... Kraut, you said she came here because of me. If I show up, will I be able to lure her out?"

He planned to use himself as bait.

"It's too dangerous." Kraut shook his head.

"What is not dangerous? Do you have any other better ideas now?" Naven answered quickly.

Kraut opened his mouth and swallowed what he wanted to say. Then, he took a long breath and said: "I will lead her out. When the time comes, you can find a way to solve the ancestor's dream. After that, just run away. She It’s impossible to keep chasing him.”

"Don't be brave, Kraut. Although you are better than me, but you are like this now, I am worried that you will faint at any time." Naven shook his head.

"Listen to me...can you?" Kraut gasped, looking at Naven with pleading in his eyes, "Just this time."

Naven was stunned for a moment when he saw this look. At this moment, he felt as if time had returned to a few months ago. The day he left home was ordinary and the sun was just right. However, he had no idea at that time. The moment of farewell is never meant to be remembered hard, but as plain as the breeze.

The man in front of him had the same face as his father, but more majestic, more tired, and older.

"No." Naven shook his head, his tone unquestionable, "This is not a matter of what to eat tonight. This matter is related to our life and death. We must choose the method with the highest success rate." Kraut did not answer. Looking at Naven with deep eyes, it was as if he could see the soul that had passed away long ago with the help of the person in front of him.

"By the way." Naven suddenly thought of something, "You know her well, is there anything you can say to force her out?"

As soon as he asked, he realized that his question seemed too cruel, which made Kraut, who was already exhausted, seem to have a layer of frost on his face, painful and stiff.

……

On the roof not far away, a figure attracted Sauer's attention. He stopped and looked carefully and found that it was Naven.

Ahead, Martha also noticed this and stopped.

Three stories high, Naven held an eye-catching red flag in his right hand, stepped on the edge of the eaves with his left foot, and looked ahead, as if waiting for something.

That flag belongs to Naven's ability, and its name is Victory. It is essentially the same as the air tool created by Sauer, and is made through soul energy.

Sauer recalled the process of everyone approaching the Dream of the Ancestor. Naven showed the function of the flag. When everyone was attacked by the Sandman, they only needed to put the flag on the ground, and the flag would automatically enter the flying state without wind. At this time, even if Even if you are trapped in a dream, you can see the flag. People trapped in the dream only need to walk to the flag range in the dream to wake up. Of course, it is limited to shallow dreams. Unfortunately, Naven is in the dream. I only mastered it after frequent encounters with the Sandman.

When Naven holds the flag, he will enter a state called flag protection. In this state, the flag has the ability to ignite objects, and any attack on Naven will deflect.

"Today is my birthday, and my wish is..."

Naven spoke with a loud voice, which was particularly eye-catching in this empty Ximu Port, and the patter of rain could not cover it up at all.

"...I wish I had never been born, so that my parents would not be disappointed. If possible, I hope you can give them a brave, upright, smart and leadership child, preferably a temperer, I'm willing to trade everything for you, including my life."

The moment he finished speaking, Sauer felt as if the air nearby began to solidify.

Although he didn't know what happened specifically, these words obviously could not be spoken by Naven in this world, because Naven in this world was the child of someone else prayed for in the words.

"Here she comes," Martha warned.

Sauer looked at the roof. At some point, the squirming flesh and blood had condensed on the roof, forming a human shape. It was exactly the appearance of the leader of the Black Domain Religion. However, it was incomplete. Many scorched marks could be clearly seen on the body, which was similar to the fishing village. The burned flesh and blood were exactly the same, and the injuries suffered at that time were still not fully healed.

At the same time as the leader appeared, the blue light curtain lit up, and the next second, she pounced directly on Naven, like an arrow leaving the string.

On the other side, Naven waved his flag to resist, but could not completely avoid it. Soon, his body came into contact with the squirming flesh and fell backwards.

"I'm going to help Naven." Martha ran towards Naven quickly.

Sauer frowned slightly.

Where's Kraut?

Naven was attacked. Even if he wasn't Naven from the original world, he couldn't ignore it. Could something happen? No, if this is the case, it is impossible for Naven to take such a risk.

The dream of the ancestors.

Sauer's eyes lit up and he ran towards the house on the side. At the same time, the air perception range reached the limit, and a smooth figure appeared within the air perception range. It was the Pale Puppet.

(End of this chapter)