Please ask the dream.

Chapter 600 Come, Sweet Death
The morning in Cellinina should be peaceful and indifferent. Usually at this time, even the robbers and soliciting girls have already started to rest, and those social animals who have to get up early to go to work for a living should already be in the company. Even the rich people who have no worries about food and drink will not wander around the streets of Cellinina.

But today, everything is different. The nightmares that should have been suppressed by the unique environment of the Star Ring began to descend in batches, and death and madness swept through this city that was already full of decadence and violence.

Fortunately, Cellinina has been hovering in the top three of the crime rate rankings of the entire star ring for many years. The residents have rich experience in dealing with violence. Almost at the moment when a violent incident occurs, they immediately hide at home and activate various defense facilities. Except for a few unlucky people who use auxiliary prostheses with highly connected nervous systems, there are no large-scale casualties - well, considering Cellinina's usual casualty rate, it is not too large.

But even so, in this country with a small living area and a lack of savings habits, everyone understands that this turmoil may not be ended by simply avoiding it.

At the very least, they have to consider whether the food in their homes can last until the unrest ends.

Of course, the above situation is only limited to the ordinary troublemakers in Celinina, while those gang members with guns in their hands immediately noticed this opportunity. As the saying goes, good wind helps one soar to the sky. When the opportunity comes, even pigs can take off. Faced with such a huge blue ocean industry, how could they, who are not very rule-abiding on weekdays, ignore it?

Amid the shrill sirens, the easiest ATMs were violently dismantled, and then banks with paralyzed defense systems also became targets.

However, compared to the number of villains, Celinina's wealth was limited after all, and they did not dare to rob the rich area, because in the Star Ring, the rich were the ones with the most power.

As the saying goes, money can make you powerful. Even if you can use guns to control it, rich people will only have more guns.

When the most easily plundered wealth in the market has been squeezed out, gang members began to fight each other. This is not only because gang members are easier to kill than rich people in wealthy areas, but also the conflicts accumulated due to daily conflicts over interests such as territory and manpower are also the fuse of this outbreak.

In the early morning, it was just the mentally ill people contaminated by nightmares rioting, but around eight o'clock, the sounds on the streets began to approach those of firecrackers.

In fact, many people had run out of live ammunition at this time, but the occasional one or two live bullets mixed in with a large number of structured bullets could always cause considerable damage.

Even in Celinina, such high-intensity street fighting is rare, but after killing people blindly, the gangsters quickly adapted to the intensity and then quickly transformed into veterans with actual combat capabilities.

However, it is clear that he is not the only one who is making progress. In the constant exchange of fire, the hostile thugs have vaguely formed a dynamic balance.

However, this balance was soon broken, and the combat experience they had accumulated in just one or two hours soon came in handy, because - more nightmares were coming!
It seemed that the death and killing caused panic among the residents, or it was because of the nightmare aura created by a large number of nightmare secondary organisms. In short, the entire Celinina seemed to have a door to hell torn open, and monsters from the dreamland began to pour out one after another.

A giant bird with huge wings that can bring thunder when it flaps its wings.

A blood-sucking wolfhound that crawls on all fours, has sharp fangs, and skin as wrinkled as a premature embryo.

A sub-human species with scaly wings on its back and tentacles and compound eyes on its head.

A bipedal reptile with dark green skin.

A grotesque pseudo-human with a distorted body that can peel off a living person's face and wear it on its own face.

……

Although they had already started a real fight, after losing a number of people in this nightmare wave, they finally realized the seriousness of the problem and joined hands again to start fighting these monsters.

A doomsday-like scene appeared at this moment, but at the same time, they also discovered that those fighting alongside them were not only the locals of Cellinina, but also creatures that had also descended from the dreamland.

Although they are still wary of these residents, at least now they are on the same side!
Sometimes, doomsday comes in just a few hours. By noon, the human camp has begun to show signs of decline. Compared with the nightmares and residents who continue to descend from the dreamland, their casualties cannot be replenished. When it seems that humans are about to withdraw from the main battlefield due to insufficient combat power and become spectators who can only passively wait for the outcome, all the broadcasting equipment in the city that can still be turned on almost simultaneously emits the noise of jumping radio waves.

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

A light cough that was not harsh replaced the electric sound. The sound seemed to carry a kind of magic. Not to mention humans, residents and intelligent nightmares, even those crazy nightmares without intelligence pricked up their ears at this moment, trying to capture the direction of the sound.

"This is a melody that advocates unity. As long as this song is played, no matter how disunited the people around us are, they will unite again and be of one mind..."

"What nonsense is this idiot talking about?" The audience, who had originally thought it would be some kind of declaration or information about the survival site, felt speechless at this moment, but the next moment, a sound that made their hair stand on end suddenly exploded.

It was not any known musical instrument, but a creepy vibration similar to the rubbing of fingers on glass.

But it was not as harsh as the sound of rubbing against glass. Instead, it had a pulling force that seemed to drag the brain out of the skull. As the sound dropped slightly, a powerful drum sound spread out.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
This drum cannot be said to be played, it can only be said to be struck and vibrated at a specific frequency.

But combined with the creepy high notes of the string-brushing, there was inexplicably a feeling of ups and downs.

Then, the low violin and the rapid guitar exploded inopportunely, but this inharmoniousness began to unify in the most harsh frequency.

But the sound suddenly stopped at this moment.

From shrill noise to extreme tranquility, there was absolutely no transition. Just when people couldn't help rubbing their ears and wondered if they were deaf, a light sound that didn't sound like a human voice suddenly exploded!

Yes, explode!

There was no sign at all. It was as if a high-pitched and clear sound exploded in the ears in an instant. It was not pleasant to the ear, but extremely catchy. The sound even exceeded the limits of human appreciation, as if the noise of scratching glass was inclusive. In the chanting, more and more musical instruments, more and more melodies, began to merge into it.

The movements of the people in the battle suddenly began to slow down. Whether they were ferocious beasts or cunning demihumans, they all seemed to be sluggish at the sound.

The voice became louder and louder, with a faint emphasis spreading in the song.

"We are all the same~~all the same~~"

The sound is as subtle as a whisper, not like a human voice or an animal's cry. At first listen, it sounds like a few noises accidentally scratched out by an inexperienced musician. But as the sound repeats, entangles, and overlaps, its presence becomes increasingly strong, making it impossible not to try to discern its meaning.

Then, the sound that seemed to be a disembodied sound or a homophone, but seemed to be the essence, was interpreted by the language system, and then their thoughts began to interact.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" "I'm so hungry! Eat!"

"They all have to die! They all have to die!"

"I want to be king!"

"Masks, more masks!"

"I want to be a legend in Cellinina!"

……

All kinds of thoughts come to mind one after another, noisy and bustling, but they are just like the thoughts that flash through my mind every day, just like a dragonfly skimming the water, passing by but leaving a tiny trace.

After a brief period of mental overload, there were extremely strange changes.

The human body began to distort, while the sub-humans and monsters became more and more human-like.

The creatures that were previously in a melee began to become similar, but that same characteristic completely separated them.

The singing continued, harsh, dangerous, and dizzying. But as it changed, they were shocked to find that the sound seemed to become pleasant, clear, and ethereal.

A few architects with sufficient experience began to realize that something was wrong, but they were shocked to find that their G·I force fields had been completely integrated into the integrated network covering the entire Cellinina.

The singing was like a forced agreement. Just by hearing the melody, one had passively joined the network, sharing the limited shallow thoughts of all living beings in the network, but maintaining a level that would not lead to a complete collapse.

The music becomes increasingly soft and stunning, making one unable to help but listen. It is like the most beautiful dream, a sound that makes all dreams come true, but it also reveals an indelible sadness.

It seems to be complaining, as if persuading, complaining that the audience is unwilling to join this great group, persuading the audience to become a part of the collective and join in the great event.

"No, no!" The determined architect destroyed his ears, but the singing followed the earth, the air, the light, and everything else to invade his brain.

The wave has risen and no one can stop it!

The madness of the nightmare was shared, human desires were diluted, and even the obsessive sense of existence of the residents of the dreamland was diluted. A huge integrated network covered the entire city, and the strange singing continued to echo in the ears amid the indescribable sound of strings.

Then, in the almost integrated soundtrack, a sudden and plaintive sound of a huqin was heard. The sound was like a sword of hope slashed out from despair, splitting the whole world apart.

No, it's not separation, on the contrary, it cuts the boundary between reality and fantasy.

The portal that was originally wide open due to the coming of the nightmare was completely torn apart. It was difficult to tell whether it was the dream that descended into reality, or the reality that was dragged into the dream. In this chaotic city, countless strange events began to occur.

The original residence may turn into an empty square in the next moment, and the towering building may become a performance dome in an instant. On the lawn in front of the townhouse, cowboys who suddenly appeared are fighting with guns. On the top of the towering telephone pole, masked men in tights are announcing their arrival.

The uniformity of the creatures that were almost assimilated was completely broken, and the creatures that were almost integrated into one were once again dispersed into different parts.

The rhythm that originally did not sound like a human voice suddenly changed, turning into a sad melody that could be appreciated by humans.

"I know, I know I've let you down~
"I've been a fool to myself~
"I thought that I could live for no one else~"

Although they could not understand the language that made up the song, the people connected by the integrated structure began to sing along inexplicably. Not only the people, but also the monsters in human skin, the girls in strange clothes, and then even the giant eagles in the sky, the dueling cowboys, and the superheroes standing on the top of the telephone poles, all began to sing along to this indescribable melody...

Merging, but then dispersing again, is it a feeling of loss, or relief?

The feeling of fusion is so comfortable, as if anything can be done, as if everything is under control, as if... as if they have become part of the Creator, the complete and only God.

But such fusion seems to lead to the loss of self, loss of possibility, and loss of everything. That is undesirable, crazy, and unacceptable.

Human reason can clearly understand all of this, but they cannot ignore the risk and the inflated desire to be almost omniscient and omnipotent, to be able to hold the world in the palm of one's hand in that instant.

"Letting me~Letting me~Letting me~Letting me~Down——"

As the song came to an end, with the slightly harsh stringed instrument suddenly emitting a "bang" sound, the people connected by the integrated structure seemed to be like the lyrics, falling, falling, falling, falling... into the abyss.

The sound stopped suddenly.

All living beings are awakened from their dream.

During this brief silence, some people raised their hands in front of them, trying to see if they had turned into monsters. Some picked up their guns again and poured fire on the enemies not far away. Some people suddenly tore at their own faces as if possessed, and in a bloody mess, they turned into monsters that stole the faces of others.

The boundary between dreams and reality became increasingly blurred, and the entire sinful city seemed to have turned into an Asura hell. The person who caused all this was now sitting on top of the central control building, which had transformed into a Gothic clock tower.

"I actually did such a horrible thing! Aaaahhh!"

Little Lonely was trembling with fear while holding her guitar. Su Yeli, who had cut the gap between reality and fantasy with a Yama Hu in her hand, had a smile on her face like a female ghost, saying things like "Great!", "Excellent performance!", "Perfect guitar!" in her ear. Huang Shengsheng watched the drum in front of her slowly dissipate, and from the top of the building, she looked at the various creatures below and frowned:
"If I hadn't been able to sense what you were thinking, I would have already attacked you! Although I can't seem to do it."

"After all, I'm not a demon!" Feng Xue put away the monochord and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. He held a cabbage in his hand and said in a calm tone:
"I just think that such a chaotic place is very suitable to be used as the cap to my ideal country!"

(End of this chapter)