Doomsday Begins with a Nightmare

"The end begins with a nightmare (

"Draw a circle?" Lao Qi was puzzled.

Xiao He was too lazy to explain to Lao Qi. After all, this question was too difficult for Lao Qi to understand.

However, Lin Mo, who was not far away, took a high look at Xiao He, the tactician.

After coming, you can immediately make the most correct tactical judgment.

Amazing.

The experts of the expert group of the General Administration are different, they are the top in all aspects.

Lin Mo thought about it.

This draws a circle, maybe it really works. I just made the problem complicated. According to the characteristics of two-dimensional creatures, a circle is indeed a fence that cannot be crossed for them.

Because it is two-dimensional, a line is also the same as a closed wall.

So in principle, a circle really has the potential to trap the nightmare in this two-dimensional world.

However, just in case, Lin Mo immediately took out his diary, and then seriously began to draw the simplest infinite corridor with a pencil.

There are stairs, no matter how you go, you end up going in circles.

This is a two-dimensional prison drawn by Lin Mo according to the memory in his mind.

Not to mention that Lin Mo is concentrating on painting here, the battle trio over there has already started.

Knowing that conventional means couldn't do any damage to this odd A-rank nightmare, they started drawing circles as planned.

Unlike Lin Mo's way of drawing on paper, they drew a circle directly on the ground with a sharp tool.

The result was disgusting.

Nightmare directly crossed over.

"Old Xiao, you can't do this." Old Qi smiled slightly, obviously laughing at Xiao Yu.

The latter looked puzzled.

"How could it be invalid? Could it be that it doesn't think it's a two-dimensional line, I understand..." Xiao Yu responded very quickly, "Only two dimensions recognized by it are truly two-dimensional, let's just draw a circle. It's useless."

"Then what should we do? If you don't recognize any of the monsters you drew, wouldn't it be impossible to trap it?" Old Qi could speak quite well, in stark contrast to the silent old ghost over there.

"It's not that complicated, as long as it's a relative plane." After Xiao Yu finished speaking, he began to look around.

Unfortunately, he found nothing.

I don't have any paper with me.

At this time, the nightmare also began to charge forward, trying to pull the field formed by the ghost totem into the two-dimensional space.

The scary thing is, it's working.

The domain formed by the ghost totem has begun to show signs of disintegration. If it goes on like this, the domain of the ghost totem will be torn apart, and the nightmares above may also be crushed into shadows.

"Otherwise, retreat, it can't catch up with us anyway." Lao Qi also saw that the nightmare in front of him was too special, completely different from the nightmares they encountered in the past.

Not one level at all.

Especially the two-dimensional field, which can resist all physical attacks. Anyone who approaches the nightmare will become a shadow. How can this be fought?

"No, this nightmare should only be in the 'infancy' and will continue to grow in the future. If this two-dimensional field expands in the future and becomes hundreds of meters, even a few kilometers, or even tens of kilometers, the destructive estimates will be caused. No one can compare, it is absolutely nuclear weapons, so it must not be left alone."

As a tactical maker, Xiao He is far-sighted.

According to the country's future strategy for the nightmare event, it is necessary to establish a safe zone in the nightmare world. Only in this way can the lifeline of the nation be continued.

This is a historical mission that must be accomplished, no matter the cost.

At this moment, a black hand suddenly stretched out from the front and grabbed the ghost totem's body directly.

A click.

The ghost totem is broken.

The realm that could have protected them had failed.

Seeing this, Lao Qi let out a whimper, and was furious.

His own two treasures, one is a reggae spear, the other is a ghost totem, both of which were destroyed, at this moment his heart was bleeding.

It hurts.

The old ghost didn't say a word, but he manipulated the remaining corpse worms and began to bite each other around them, and soon formed a circle of flesh and blood, trying to wrap the two-dimensional nightmare over there.

This time, the two-dimensional nightmare stopped.

It seems that the blood ring on the ground is working.

It cannot be crossed.

But because the number of corpse worms is not enough, there is still a gap in the back, which allows the two-dimensional nightmare to break through at once.

"Old ghost, get some more bugs."

Lao Qi shouted anxiously.

The old man shook his head.

His body was shaky, and he had obviously lost all his current corpse bugs just now, which hurt his body a little.

"The old ghost's bug needs time to grow, it's useless for you to force him." Xiao He sighed.

I saw him take out a small knife and cut it on his wrist.

In an instant, blood remained.

The blood slowly gathered on the ground, as if there was life, and began to flow rapidly around. The two-dimensional nightmare also seemed to sense the danger, and for the first time did not move forward, but retreated backwards.

It's actually going.

"I can't go, I can't go." Xiao He's expression was firm at this moment. At this moment, his face was pale and frightening, as if the blood all over his body was draining, and he was no different from a corpse.

I saw him point out a finger.

The blood on the ground immediately accelerated, and finally formed a blood line on the ground, blocking the way of the nightmare.

A blood line, that nightmare actually can't pass.

Change direction.

It was useless, because Xiao He was already manipulating the blood, forming a circle around it.

Surround that two-dimensional nightmare.

It's weird to say, just a **** ring on the ground, actually made that nightmare unable to break through, and saw it walking around anxiously, the footsteps were heavy, but it just couldn't get out of this circle.

"Amazing."

Lin Mo looked up at this time, then lowered his head and continued to draw.

Although the nightmare was temporarily trapped, it was only temporarily.

Because the black hand problem has not been solved.

If this problem is not solved, it will not be able to trap the other party at all, so the infinite corridor has to be painted, and it must be painted well.

Fortunately, after the delay of the three combat experts just now, Lin Mo finally had time to draw carefully. In the diary, the page of the infinite corridor is almost complete.

A little more detail.

Lin Mo continued to describe.

On the other side, Xiao He used his own blood to draw a circle to trap the two-dimensional nightmare.

Obviously Xiao He himself knew, UU reading www. uukanshu.com This is not a long-term solution.

Because the blood in his body is actually a nightmare, and the rating is B+, close to A, it is a nightmare with both offense and defense.

But the more powerful the nightmare, the greater the negative situation it will bring after it merges with the living.

One of the problems is not being out of the body for too long.

Otherwise, this **** nightmare will spiral out of control.

Once out of control, not only will Xiao He die, but there will be an additional enemy close to A-level here.

At this time, Xiao He also saw Lin Mo who was concentrating on painting.

He shouted, "Lin Mo from the scout team, what are you painting?"

"Prison!"

Lin Mo didn't lift his head.

"Smart, drawing on paper is the real two-dimensional plane. Unfortunately, I don't have the habit of carrying paper when I go out." Xiao He smiled bitterly.

With his intelligence, he naturally guessed what Lin Mo was going to do.

"That black hand, what are you going to do with it?" Xiao He asked again.

Sure enough, he was a tactician, and he thought about it very carefully. Obviously, Xiao He had already discovered the threat of the black hand. No matter what kind of seal, the black hand was the only thing that could break through the two-dimensional space. Trapped in this nightmare is simply a fantasy.

Lin Mo just finished painting at this time.

He looked carefully at the infinite corridor in the diary.

"I draw really well!"

Indulge yourself.

It's a perfect two-dimensional prison, and once you step into it, you can't escape a two-dimensional nightmare unless you rewrite it with a pen.

The problem now is, the black hand.

Lin Mo glanced at Xiao He: "Let it out, then cut it off."

Simple and straightforward.

But the simpler it is, the harder it is to do it at this time.