Please ask the dream.

Chapter 183: Areas with thin GI particles are prone to encountering strange things
…On Saturday, April 28, 465, in the new calendar, early morning, somewhere in the Dreamland…

"I didn't expect that logging into the Dreamland in an environment with few G·I particles would have such benefits... If we can attack together, the safety of exploration will be greatly improved!"

In the woods, a group of architects were chatting casually. The time in the dreamland was very different from that in the outside world, which allowed them to make corrections and preparations at a leisurely pace.

As we all know, prepared architects and unprepared architects are two completely different concepts. It is a truth that every architect understands that it is necessary to be adequately prepared before the battle.

"Gathering together is convenient for strategy, but the drop rate of this kind of area with sparse G·I particles is low, and it is easy to encounter some strange things, not to mention the problem of disconnection. If it is in the wild, it is okay, but if it really comes across the Shadow City, I am afraid it will be... Bah! Anyway, if this shortcut that is easily discovered is useful, it will be your turn?"

The man leaning against the tree and cutting branches curled his lips, then looked at a red-haired young man beside him——

"Roland, why hasn't your team's Flash Sword Fimir arrived yet? Didn't he come in with you?"

"I don't know, maybe they're robbing the indigenous caravan again?" Roland replied nonchalantly, but his attention was all on the complicated "magic circle" in front of him.

"Do you think that person is also in this dreamland?" Suddenly, someone asked. Everyone in the forest paused for a moment, and then someone said:

"It's not that easy. This is the Bear Ridge Mountains! Entering the Dreamland without anyone on guard is like courting death."

"Maybe he is more confident in his perception. After all, he is a tough guy who can escape from the pursuit of a regular army single-handedly."

Someone laughed it off, but another person responded:

"I think his strength is entirely due to his military spirit. He beat Hongying like a prodigy because the civilians in the country thought he could beat Hongying. Now that he has lost his military spirit, he is just an ordinary war architect. How strong can he be?"

"It's better not to be careless." The young man who was sharpening the wooden sticks inserted the sharpened sticks into the ground, circling a cylindrical area. Although he said this, he probably had the same idea in his heart.

In other words, all the colleagues present at this moment basically hold this idea. As for those lunatics who want to fight with the legendary strong men, they will not wander into the dreamland on the way of pursuit.

"I'm almost ready, is there anyone who wants to start a group?"

Roland, who had drawn the magic circle, stood up, seemingly not intending to wait for his friends. Upon hearing his words, several mercenaries raised their hands.

It is quite rare in the outside world to explore the Dreamland in a group. After all, the Dreamland itself is a collection of dreams. Even if you sleep in the same bed, it is difficult to have the same dream. Therefore, it is impossible to shorten the distance to the Dreamland through the real physical distance.

Now that they have this opportunity, they are confident that they can knock off a brick from the ancient ruins that they normally wouldn't dare to touch.

This is not just a description, it's really like knocking on bricks!

You know, everything in the dreamland can be regarded as the crystallization of the consciousness of intelligent creatures. These things tend to change and dissipate at a very fast speed. Only those consciousnesses that contain strong beliefs, profound wills, or wisdom that is immortal can truly remain as "antiques."

Therefore, anything that survives in the dream world as an "antique", even a piece of rag, is likely to reveal extremely precious remnants of consciousness.

If it were placed in the outside world, it might be a "replica" that some people accidentally dreamed of, but for this sparsely populated mountain forest, such a classical temple would most likely be a real ancient relic.

Although those natives are a bit troublesome, with so many architects working together and consuming them wave by wave, there will always be some gains.

But at this moment, a strange noise suddenly woke everyone up.

The laughter stopped abruptly in an instant, and most people's eyes turned to the direction of the voice at the same time - it was a young man who looked to be no more than 25 or 26 years old, wearing a decent suit, but the pair of prisoner shoes with the logo of the Beehive Prison were a bit eye-catching.

A long sword with a black handle and a black sheath hung on his waist. He looked sunny and cheerful, yet had an artistic temperament that was not too strong. At this moment, a fallen leaf floated down, swirled around his body, and landed on the ground.

"It's him!"

"It doesn't look that strong, does it?"

"How come this guy is so famous and still pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger?"

All kinds of thoughts arise in everyone's mind, and the next moment, the chaotic G·I particles form completely different G·I force fields under the various light effects.

The more architects there are in a group, the better, because G·I particles have a limit. If the architectures themselves are not complementary and there is no integrated architect to help sort them out, too many architects in a unit space will only lead to a decrease in the G·I particles available to each person. This is also the reason why even though there is a large group of people, they have to fight in batches.

But at this moment, no one would give up the opportunity to use the architecture. Even though they all said that Feng Xue was no good, they were also affected by Daiyu's burial of flowers and felt that he was a weak person. But facing such a well-known strong man, whoever dared to be careless would not survive until now!

“That’s a lot of them!”

Feng Xue shook his head, but everything in front of him froze at this moment. Names flashed on the high-speed rotating turntable. He looked at the forty-odd architects and couldn't help but smile. If he met so many people in real life, he would definitely run away, but now -

"I am super strong among the pigeons~!"

The roulette wheel stopped at this moment, and the name appeared.

Namikawa Daisuke.

“Wow, I’m just saying wow, this one is even more heavyweight, there are too many choices… But I have to consider what I can support, Ulquiorra may not be able to support it, Hisoka? Daddy Dou? I remember this one even matched with Yang Guo… It’s a pity that it’s just a trial version of the Dreamland. If I draw it in reality, maybe I can use Kidd to try to make the magnetic field rotate…”

Feng Xue murmured in his heart, but as he selected his ability, he instantly gave up the idea of ​​"inviting the gods to possess him".

"Then let's fight!"

In the moment when time flows, the long sword is unsheathed inch by inch, the wind blows past his ears, and the power of life surges in his left hand.

The restless notes exploded in the air, and the meaningless drum beats seemed to stir the blood!
"He's alone! Go!"

With the standard supporting role-style speech, the fastest architect had already arrived in front of Feng Xue. However, as if he had already seen through all his attack intentions, a flash of sword light suddenly swept away the short sword he stabbed out, and even after just a moment of pause, the long sword had already slashed across his neck.

Feng Xue passed by the architect as if he was strolling in the garden. He pointed the tip of his sword to deflect the flying bullet. The projectile with an explosive effect exploded with a bang, but as the smoke spread, there were two heads that died with their eyes open.

"Is this all you can do?" Feng Xue held the sword in one hand, and his oppressive words made his aura even stronger. But at this moment, a warning suddenly arose in his mind, and a large scarlet word appeared in his field of vision -

"Dangerous!"

(End of this chapter)