If all goes well with the Western Route plan, the mayfly of life should have already spread over the edge of the ridge of the continent and infiltrated the human territory.
This means that the Tower of Birth in the Great Rift Valley is no longer a secret, and no matter how slow the opponent is, they should react. But why is Hykezord still indifferent? Could it be that human beings are so weak that it can deal with it alone
No matter what Vakiris thought about it, it was impossible. If the opponent was so weak, Ersk would not be defeated on the Fertile Plain.
It knows in its heart that the prolonged isolation has made it lose its ability to judge the situation.
This experience made Nightmare feel a great deal of unease.
And that human...
It looked towards the other end of the ring, and saw Roland beside the two females, watching the game with interest.
damn it! Does he have nothing to do
If he has a way to get out of here, then maybe it is his only chance - the inheritance and knowledge of human beings are undoubtedly brought out of this world by him, and he must have some kind of channel to communicate with the outside world.
As long as the other party leaves the realm of consciousness, he will have the opportunity to capture that moment of opportunity. After all, in the king's throne, it has sensed the connection between the king and the realm many times. It is precisely because of this ability that it dares to follow the fluctuations of inheritance fragments to search for Roland's traces in the depths of the world of consciousness.
However, the other party has always been active in this world domain, giving it no chance at all.
Could it be that the king of mankind can be so idle that he ignores political affairs for a few months? I would rather waste time on meaningless martial arts conferences than read a few more books. The only explanation is that there is too little pressure on the front line.
So this is still Hykezord's fault!
Just as her mood was fluctuating, Vakiris suddenly noticed that Roland had left the two and walked to a corner alone. And there stood a hooded female, as if waiting for him on purpose.
It pretended to be indifferent and walked out of the crowd, but it kept its eyes on Roland.
After a few simple conversations, the female pointed in the direction of the mouth. Roland seemed hesitant, but finally nodded.
Did the association find out what happened
Vakiris planned to stop here, but for some reason, it always felt that the female had a familiar aura. It was this strange feeling that made him take a few more steps and glanced at a closer position.
It was this swipe that made Vakiris' whole body stand up—under the dim light, it saw a face similar to Sistalis, or... the "Lan" of the Martial Daoist Association!
Could it be that the Thousand Shapes have always been hidden in this world
And Roland can enter and leave this place as a human male because of it
The news was so amazing that Vakiris could no longer hold back the urge in his heart and quickly followed.
After Roland and the suspected Thousand Shapers passed through the safe passage, they did not walk out of the competition hall, but turned around and entered the underground garage. Nightmare tried to keep his footsteps as light as possible and followed far behind them until they entered a human defense refuge passage. .
When Vakiris followed, he found that the passage was only more than ten meters long, without any forks in it, and at the end was a closed concrete wall with the warning words "Unfinished, No Entry" hanging on it. It was a dead end, but the two disappeared.
Oops, it's a trap!
Vakiris reacted instantly, but it was too late.
Before it could turn around and retreat, Roland appeared behind it, blocking the only path. And there are several females standing beside him - seeing those abilities that are completely different from those of the Martial Daoist, Vakiris didn't even have the last chance.
There was no doubt that all the witches stood beside him.
It finally understands where the familiarity from before comes from, which is the subtle difference between magical power fluctuations and the power of nature. If witches can also come to this realm of consciousness and possess the original power, then its exposure is only a matter of time.
After all, the other party can quietly hide so many people to set up an ambush, and sneaking into its side to monitor it is just an easy task - this truth can be understood with a little thought. All its disguises are aimed at contact on the bright side, and facing witches with strange abilities is just a joke. I am afraid that in the past four months, its deeds have been thoroughly touched by witches.
"We met again, Miss Vakiris." Roland said calmly.
Vakiris did not speak.
Saying anything at such a time would only be self-inflicted.
Although it still couldn't understand why the other party allowed witches to come to this realm, it was no longer important.
The other party deliberately set up an ambush in this secluded place, and its purpose is self-evident.
The only thing it can do now is die in battle.
The Nightmare Lord stirred up the magic power of his whole body and leaned forward slightly - as for the lack of magic stone ability and magic slaying technique, he had a good chance of winning in front of a group of fighting witches, and it was not in his consideration at all. It is impossible to surrender to the enemy under any circumstances!
"How about I treat you to coffee from the Cajade Peninsula?" Roland said again.
"—" The step that Vakiris had already taken almost didn't swell, it froze in place, and the upper body still maintained a leaning posture, which seemed to stop quite stiffly. "What did you say?"
"Please drink coffee." Roland repeated again, "Although it's not real coffee, but a similar special drink."
Vakiris glared at him for a long time before she said the question in her heart, "...Why?"
It is completely unable to guess what the male is thinking - reality is different from this place, the coexistence of ethnic groups and humans is just an illusory illusion, since the other party has confirmed its true origin, it should not be possible to let it go. If it is not death that greets it, then it will only be worse than death.
"Because some things are better to tell than to hide them." Roland said slowly, "Especially when the battle of divine will is not the final battle."
The battle of divine will... not the final battle...
Vakiris couldn't help but be stunned.
It did not expect to hear this statement from a human mouth.
After a long silence, it returned to its alert posture, "Where do you want to talk?"
"It's not far from here, it'll be there in a few minutes." Roland snapped his fingers, and the car's engine sounded behind him, "Get in the car, I've already reserved a seat."
…
The other party did not deceive it.
The selected location is a high-end restaurant in a building. Sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, you can see the silver-clad city skyline. There is soft music floating in the hall, and the atmosphere is elegant and peaceful.
Vakiris knows that choosing to talk here is also a manifestation of the other party's sincerity - if you want to kill it, a public place where people come and go is by no means a suitable execution place.
Looking at a group of witches eyeing them, it sat down and took a deep breath, "Why don't you just invite me here?"
"It's a waste of time, I don't think you'll admit it right away—people are always prone to resistance and evasion before they're cornered, so it's easier." Roland shrugged, "Since we've already With a preliminary consensus, let’s get to the point quickly. It’s good for each other to be honest. I’m Roland Wimbledon, the king of Greycastle, and one of the creators of the dream world. What is your identity?”
One of the creators...? Although it has been guessed that the other party is not a simple visitor, this identity still surprised Vakiris. It was the first time that he heard that the field of consciousness can be created by multiple people. But this may also be the reason why he can't completely control the field like Wang. Suppressing the urge to ask who the others are, Nightmare slowly replied, "Vakiris, this is my name."
"What about titles and tiers? For example, like "Master of the Vault of Heaven"... You can be more specific. "
It paused for a moment, "Major Nightmare, this is my title."
"puff-"
This time it was Roland's turn to be surprised.