I'm trapped in a block

Chapter 884: Research Institute Battle
"Are you okay?"

Meng Qilin on the cube looked at Martin and said anxiously.

"It's okay, just a small problem." Martin waved his hand and stood up again: "They found my weakness and are attacking me through my dreams... so fast."

Martin looked at the cube and said solemnly, "Don't stop. Keep reducing the number of black fragments. The more there are, the more serious the interference with the dream will be."

"Help me hold them off for a while. I'm looking for a way to deal with them..."

Hearing this, Mo Ling in the cube also sped up the transmission speed. Now that Li Luo and Lao Ping were rescued, it didn't have to be timid anymore.

He expanded the teleportation frame to its maximum, directly selected a large area in the sky, and began to clean up the black fragments.

Huge holes appeared in the colorful mist, making the already turbid colorful mist even more chaotic. The leaked dream gas did not obey any physical rules at all. Unlike other gases, they did not rush into the holes due to the air pressure. Instead, they changed into various shapes and tried to explore the inside of the holes.

Some turned into insect limbs and climbed along the edge of the hole.

Some turned into tree roots and spread into the cavity.

Some turned into colorful shadows of the buildings in the Dream City, slowly piling up from the bottom of the hole.

These transformed things are still colorful, with only outlines, and are essentially still gas, hazy, looming in the colorful mist, but Mo Ling can actually feel a "vivid" feeling in these things.

The insects' limbs were trembling slightly, the tree roots were still covered with soil, the cameras on the buildings were still slowly turning, and the neon lights and colorful mist were mixed together...

The dream air completely depicts the "soul" of these things, as if the real objects were painted and projected into the mist.

The more holes there were, the more colorful shadows appeared. Like a mirage, they floated in the air in a disorderly manner, appearing and disappearing from time to time. Some of them even flew towards the crowd. Mo Ling had no choice but to activate the teleportation again to erase these shadows.

However, this created a new hole, which disturbed the surrounding colorful mist again. All kinds of phantoms appeared around the new hole one after another, and it was impossible to clear them away completely.

At this time, Li Luo and Lao Ping also woke up in a trance. Looking at the scene around them, it took them a long time to figure out the current situation.

Li Luo felt that the canned man who suddenly appeared was very familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere, but she did not talk to him. She could see that the other party was not in a good condition.

The colorful mist has spread everywhere, with no end in sight. There are black debris everywhere, holes keep appearing, and colorful shadows keep popping up like bamboo shoots after rain.

Although the void can eliminate them, it also makes them more and more.

After observing for a while, Li Luo decisively shouted to the cube beside him: "Don't continue attacking! The dream energy is using your attack to converge!"

The convergence of dream energy requires conditions, and there must be free particles.

But in a normal environment, there will not be so many free particles for the dream energy to gather.

Most substances in the environment exist stably, with only a very small number of particles floating around.

The range of diffusion of this dream energy is so large, and the number of free particles required to converge it is astronomical, so most of the dream energy cannot be converged.

But the teleportation of blocks solves this problem.

When those holes appeared, they directly "cut" the air in the environment, turning the originally stable gas molecules into free, focusable particles.

So at the edge of the void, the dream energy quickly met the conditions for convergence and began to take on various illusory forms.

If Mo Ling continues to attack, the speed at which the dream energy converges will become faster and faster, and it will quickly take shape at the edge of the teleportation hole.

Hearing Li Luo's reminder, Mo Ling quickly stopped his attack.

But this poses another problem: if the attack stops, the black fragments will continue to emerge in the dream energy, causing interference to Martin.

In any case, the situation was getting worse. They had no way to deal with the dream energy and could only watch it spread more and more densely and over a larger area.

At this moment, the dream energy has spread to every corner of the research institute, and everyone's vision is blinded by the twisting colors, as if they have fallen into a chaotic dye vat.

Mo Ling, who had stopped attacking, could only watch it all happen.

Martin on the side seemed to be in a state of shutdown, standing stiffly like a statue. He was still deflecting the attacking fragments. When those black fragments approached, they would go straight through the crowd.

But at the same time, the cracks on his glass jar became more and more serious, and the kimchi juice even flowed out in some places, and the smell of kimchi drifted into everyone's nose.

Seeing that the pickle jar was about to burst completely, Martin finally took action.

He suddenly spread out his hands and placed them flat on both sides, and his cloak began to sway with the surging dream energy.

Behind him, colorful lights suddenly flashed, and a tentacle appeared out of thin air, drawing a circle in the air.

Then, a pair of hands stretched out along the circle, hugged Martin's waist, and then pulled hard, pulling him into the circle.

Soon, the circle disappeared, and the place where Martin was originally was empty, leaving only the surging dream energy...

"Escape?"

Everyone present was stunned. Martin had prepared for so long, just to escape?

But it seems that things are not that simple. There is a sudden vibration in the diffuse colorful mist, as if someone hit the ground hard with a hammer.

A twisted colorful line suddenly appeared not far away, then quickly grew and became a dividing line extending from the ground to the sky. On both sides of the line were two completely different worlds.

A world is a reality filled with colorful mist.

The other world is an equally colorful dream.

However, in that dream, there were several identical Martins, punching and kicking a robot from the Terror Force.

"Horror robots, huh?"

"Dream invasion, huh?"

"Sneak attack, right?"

"Take my Sleeping Arhat Fist!"

"R!K!O!"

One of the Martins stepped back and started a running start. During the running start, he suddenly jumped up, turned his body 180 degrees downward, and hugged the robot's head.

As gravity took effect, the robot was forced forward and its face hit the ground hard.

As soon as the robot fell, the other Martins' attacks became more fierce, and they used all kinds of strange moves.

Although he had a body of steel, he was suppressed by this group of Martins. Even his limbs were removed, and his hideous head was easily broken off, causing one of the Martins to kick him into the depths of the dream.

(End of this chapter)