"devil?"
The two were stunned, "You mean... aliens from this world?"
For ancient witches, what is more difficult to adapt to in the dream world than modern life is the Kagad people who live in the city. These minority races with the appearance of devils have been regarded as part of human beings, not only in words and deeds are almost the same as human beings, They can also breed offspring with each other, which is completely different from the undead enemies outside.
It has almost become an instinct of ancient witches to act when they see the devil. After Roland's repeated explanations, they managed to restrain this impulse. Now they have to suddenly raise their vigilance. Therefore, the first thing he thought of was the first batch of Phyllis and Tong En who followed him into the dream and whose main abilities were very suitable for hiding.
"You can think so." Roland recounted the other party's characteristics and suspicious points, "I didn't see any magic stones on her, which is the biggest difference from the real devil. But you still have to be cautious, in assuming Surveillance while she has the magic stone ability."
Reading through history is the most effective way to understand a world. Who would be so eager to know the past of the dream world? If the "devil" named Vakiris really came from the Kagard Peninsula, she should have also received compulsory education, but from the few words Fei Yuhan got, it can be seen that the other party has read the history book almost in chronological order. , at a node where both worlds are being eroded at the same time, this is enough to be suspicious.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The two nodded.
"Even if it is confirmed that the other party is a devil, don't do it in the sanatorium," Roland thought for a while and added, "First, there are many awakened people there, and accidents are prone to occur. Second, I want to find out how she wears clothes. Came here through memory fragments."
After all, the connection at the end of room 0510 is not the lair of one or two high-level devils, but an extremely large alien city. If other devils can also pass through the gate, it would be a real headache.
"I understand, it's just..." Phyllis said hesitantly, "If the two of us are not by your side, in case of danger..."
"Don't worry, this is not the real world," Roland smiled. "You have also seen that the ability of those fallen demons can't hurt me at all. As long as they don't take the initiative to take risks, they basically have nothing to do. But you, remember to use Make your own safety a priority and give me a call every few hours."
"...As ordered, Your Majesty." The two of them looked at each other and asked, "Then let's go."
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When Ipsylon walked into the underground assembly point, the entire room was in a special phase state where the two realms overlapped. The floor and walls were covered with scarlet magic light, as if it had become indefinite like embers.
In this state, the area is equivalent to a fictional space isolated from the world, and nothing real can affect it.
This naturally includes tracking and searching.
She saw that Beta was still in a half-squat position with her hands touching the ground, her body was almost translucent, like an illusory shadow.
According to the time flow here, he has been in this position for almost half a month.
"It's not finished yet?" Ipsilon looked at Delta, who was standing still.
The latter's mask flickered, and he seemed to remember that consciousness could no longer be directly used for communication, and replied in a hoarse voice, "This world is already very bloated, and a comprehensive analysis is not so easy. But Beta's work is coming to an end, I believe There will be results soon. Where are you? Have you heard anything?"
"The magic stealer has set a trap, just waiting for us to fall into the trap."
The constitution of the world limits the power of the gods, and even if they represent the will of the gods, they have to follow the rules.
"Sure enough." Delta's tone was smooth. "This does seem like a time-saving and labor-saving approach, but unfortunately we don't need those scattered magic anymore."
Epsilon nodded and did not answer.
There is a simpler way to destroy these worlds of consciousness that are not controlled by gods, and that is to directly destroy the creators of the world of consciousness. Most of them are sourced from the consciousness of the creator, just like the relationship between houses and pillars. As long as the supporting pillars are removed, the world It will collapse along with it, and all the magic power that has been allocated will be returned to the realm of the gods.
It's just that the world is big enough, and it's not easy to find the creator among countless targets. Therefore, they must mobilize a lot of magic to analyze the world before they can accurately locate the source.
The purpose of invading Prism City was to solve the magic power needs. With the support of a large number of cores, it was only a matter of time before the analysis was completed.
Of course, finding it does not mean that it can be successfully eliminated. The creator is often sheltered by the world, and the previous failures are also for this reason.
If you want to fight against the shelter, you must pull the creator into the rift where the two worlds overlap, so that the gods can interfere with the rules of the world, and then defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.
Therefore, even if it is a divine messenger, there is a possibility of failure.
But time is running out.
They are the gods' last hope, and if they fail, the gods will directly destroy the entire world of consciousness. At that time, thousands of years of hard work will be in vain, and all the accumulated results will be lost together. If it is not a last resort, the gods will never take this step.
There is no doubt that everything is the fault of the master of this world.
Epsilon clenched his fists involuntarily, but soon loosened them blankly.
Huh, what happened
Why should she be angry
As an envoy, she should not have any feelings.
There is neither joy, nor worry about victory or defeat, and she should not care about anything but tasks.
Wait a minute, thinking about it this way, it seems that I have never considered similar issues before.
"What's wrong?" Delta noticed her action.
"No, nothing..." She turned around, walked to the corner and sat down slowly.
When did this change start
Epsilon thought for a long time before he vaguely realized that it actually started from the moment he killed the betrayal angel.
At that time, she pretended to be among the apostles, and silently approached the betrayer who was of the same origin as her. The latter didn't react until the moment she made her move.
Strangely, the betrayer didn't make much resistance. When her arm pierced through the opponent's chest, she just lightly held her bloody arm and leaned over to say a word.
She couldn't remember the content clearly, but the voice... was unexpectedly familiar, and even had a warm meaning, like a long-lost embrace.
In the end, the expression on the face of the betrayer was a calm smile.
Damn, what are you thinking about now
No, why am I angry about this
For a moment, Epsilon felt extremely confused in his mind.
"What do you want to say?" Delta said again, "There is no way to communicate with consciousness here, just say something."
"I"
At this moment, a ripple suddenly swayed from the center of the room, and Beta, who had been squatting, opened his eyes.
"Search completed."
"Finally," Delta suddenly turned his eyes away, "What is the result?"
Beta raised his hands, and three vague heads appeared in his palms, which gradually became clear and complete as the lines were reorganized and combined.
"There are actually three?"
"Yeah, but we'll just have to deal with the remaining two, because the first one doesn't exist anymore."
Epsilon quickly read all the information in the image.
The three creators are
"Betraying the divine envoy consciousness, the correlation is 1%, the code name is Lan."
"Self-Logical Consciousness, 42% correlation, codenamed Zero."
"Consciousness of unknown origin, with a correlation of 57%, codenamed Roland."