Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"I don't like it, give me light, not darkness..."

"Look at me, look at me, look at me... so lonely..."

The rustling voices sounded, although they were all in the same tone, but they didn't look like the same creature said, the words were inconsistent and schizophrenic.

Rope didn't care about 173's ravings.

He was surprised to find that the power sent into the divine sword had disappeared exponentially, so that even the magic square of the divine sword could not be unfolded after just a few tens of seconds, which had never been experienced in previous battles.

The black-haired young man frowned and put away a bit of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Although the divine sword's light was dimmed again and again, Rope didn't care. He calmly re-examined his surroundings. This time, it was not just an ordinary "look", but also brought his knowledge of the master of mysticism to make a judgment.

The warp... no, the illusory world... is it a dream?

Not right either.

He secretly recited the secret magic spell related to the eternal sleeper for manipulating dreams, and the world of black mist did not respond in particular.

As an old ruler who is asleep [-]% of the time and stays in a dream, Cthulhu is an authority on dreams. If her secret technique doesn't work, it can only mean that this is not a dream.

"Why don't you look at me..."

"So lonely, hurry up, hurry up and keep your eyes on me..."

"Break your neck and eat you..."

The voices in the world of black mist became eager, they seemed to be unbearable that they didn't keep their eyes on themselves, Chinoshou danced violently, the divine sword had completely lost its light, and turned into an ordinary long sword .

"If you want others to look at you, you must first have a form that can look at you, right?"

The black fog blocked Rope's perception, the target was unclear, and there was no object to start the battle.

Withdrawing the useless divine sword, Rope pressed his palm on the ground in advance before the hand of the thousand that was decomposed and swallowed came.

The space wasn't as drained of all available water as Welleslana had been.On the contrary, it may be related to the fact that the buildings and land contained in 173 are in the rain, and the moisture here is abnormally abundant.

Rich enough that Rope can be used to splurge at will.

"Sigh of the Shallow Sea" was activated, and large tracts of pure water gathered around Rope, and was transformed into light blue water of death.The pale lime that had been dissipated from life began to spread out very quickly from the ground.

"..."

173 was also confused by the power of "The Crab Lord" Bastan. He muttered a few words he couldn't understand in overlapping voices, and manipulated the hand of Qianzhi to step back from Rope.

At the same time, the black mist that blocked the line of sight also dispersed a small part, as if avoiding its edge.

Rope finally saw where he was now.

A vast, chaotic, bizarre world.

Numerous land rocks of different sizes floated in the air, and their centers of gravity were subject to their respective centers of gravity.Only then did Ropey realize that he was standing upside down—it's not certain to say that he was standing upside down, after all, there was no basis for reference here.

"The interlayer between dream and reality..." he whispered to himself.

Dreams are layered, shallow and deep, with the deepest dream storing the essence of a creature.But in the barren land between shallow dreams and reality, Rope has never heard of creatures using this place as a habitat.

So that's it... This is the origin of your space jumping ability.Rope seemed to know what some of the creatures under the statue were from.

rustling.

The water of death corrodes everything, and Rope's foothold has long since been turned into lime and falling into pieces.

He moved to the stone next to him.

After being silent for a while, 173's inexplicable desire overcame his fear, and the black mist came back again.

"It's so painful, it's so painful to be forgotten... If you don't want to look at me, I'll kill you..." The tone of voice changed back to one, and 173's patience reached the limit.

No longer the hand of a thousand, the black mist turned into several "lines" with lightning speed, piercing the water of death, and swept across Ropey's waist.

Surrounded by black fog, there is nowhere to hide.

The black-haired youth took the attack hard and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The attack that had the space cut open divided him into two sections, but Ropey finally sensed the source of the source in a short period of time while the black fog faded in a large area.

- The blood of war, the soul is immortal.

Blood link, stitch regeneration.

Rope smiled cruelly, and pulled the water of death with his right hand, and threw it out towards the world of black mist like a whip. At the same time, the "white horse", the god of war, roared and ran out of him, dragging the sun wheel, and it exploded continuously. It erupted in the interlayer between dream and reality.

water and fire.

The power of God fills this strange world.

With a flick of the wrist, the water of death was precisely wrapped around the position in the perception.

"what is this……"

173's tone became flustered for the first time, it was really not very good at dealing with the water of death.

The entangled existence resisted the strength of Rope's involvement, but the water of death wounded him and cried in pain.

"Uuu...it hurts...it hurts...let go of me..."

"Didn't you always want me to look at you? Now that I do what you want again, it's time for you to face me with your true appearance."