The breath of the Nightmare Realm, which was so strong that it seemed to be substantial, suddenly became active, and poured it into Angel's right hand with the same goal.
Angel was startled, because he clearly did not let his right hand absorb the breath of the Nightmare Realm.
All of this is entirely autonomous behavior of the right hand.
Angel didn't know where the breath of the nightmare world poured into his right hand went. Not to mention that he is a mortal body now, even in reality, he basically knows little about his right hand.
However, as the breath of the Nightmare Realm became more and more fierce, Angel only felt that his consciousness was a little confused, and the scene in front of him was sometimes blurred and sometimes clear.
It's like falling from a bright dream into an ordinary dream, and the thinking gradually becomes less clear.
At this time, the influx of a lot of Nightmare's breath made the floating green patterns on the right hand continue to increase, as if it were self-replicating, and various new green patterns emerged.
And these green patterns are more and more ups and downs, sometimes large and small, sometimes sparse and dense, sometimes gathering and sometimes scattered. Just like musical symbols, unknown scores are written in mid-air.
In the end, these green patterns flew away from Angel's right hand like a firefly, forming a ring with clear lines in the rotation, and attached to the boundary membrane of the half-channel.
Just like the legendary piercing ring, there is a big hole in the boundary membrane out of thin air.
At this time, Angel was already a little confused between reality and dreams, real and unreal. His thinking began to sink into a muddy state, and even if he tried to keep it clear, he still couldn't keep himself in the bright dream.
Suddenly, he faintly saw a tall figure appearing in the "boundary-piercing ring" formed by green patterns in front of the boundary membrane of the half-channel.
The long golden hair fluttered in the wind, revealing only a scarlet eye full of indifference.
Even though Angel was in a state of confusion, he still couldn't help raising his hand and pointing at the figure: "You are..."
A picture flashed in his mind
It was a dark chaotic space, and Angel stood out of thin air. The chaotic space was like the universe, and there were starlights from billions of light-years away flashing dimly.
In this dark starry universe, Angel stood at the very center.
In front of him is a water mirror that can reflect the stars. The water mirror is rectangular and seems to have no borders. It stands quietly, like a door.
Angel stood in front of the water mirror, unconsciously reaching out, wanting to touch the mirror.
There was also a person in the mirror. Angel couldn't see his appearance, or even his gender. He could only see long golden hair shedding the brilliance of stars, and a pair of cold bloody eyes.
The man in the mirror also stretched out his hand.
The right hands of the two were in contact with the mirror, and ripples like water waves slowly spread on the mirror.
Angel put his right hand into the mirror!
The hands of the man in the mirror and Angel met at this time.
With the twinkling of stars, the picture was terminated at this time.
Angel also raised his head suddenly: "I remember, you are... Sharapova?"
When he was in Witch Town, Angel was like this. His right hand merged with the man, and an accident happened. Sanders later told him that there was a man with long blond hair whose hands were fused with him.
Just like the person in the picture and the person in the mirror, holding his hands and meeting as one.
The blond figure has stepped out of the half aisle and stood in front of Angel.
It stands to reason that Angel should feel scared. But just like his previous test in Maya, he didn't have the slightest fear of the person in front of him, instead he felt very peaceful.
"Answer me, are you Sharapova?" Angel asked again: "Or, you are me."
In the realm of nightmares, my projection? Another me in the world
The surrounding aura of the Nightmare Realm was like a fog, and Angel couldn't see the figure of the person in front of him clearly. He only felt that his thinking was becoming more and more confused, and the bright dream seemed to collapse at this moment, and he seemed to have entered an ordinary dream, regardless of falsehood and true self.
Just before he completely fell into a dream, he seemed to see the mouth of the person in front of him move.
But what he answered, Angel could no longer perceive anything. If it was said that his original clear thinking was pure white tea, at this time, he was constantly rounded by a spoon, and finally turned into muddy water in the stirring, illogical.
In the confusion, Angel only felt like he had another dream.
This dream within a dream made Angel return to the chaotic universe full of ancient stars.
In front of him is still the water mirror full of ripples.
On the other side of the water mirror, there was still the blond figure who couldn't tell the difference between men and women.
And his right hand, at this time, still stretched into the water mirror full of ripples.
If the person on the opposite side is Sharapova as Sanders said, or Angel's projection in the nightmare world. When he was in Witch Town last time, he and the man in the mirror's right hand had been fused together, so his right hand had changed.
But now, why is his right hand still in the mirror
Angel wanted to pull his right hand away from the mirror, but he couldn't move. Instead, it caused a wave of ripples on the mirror.
It couldn't be pulled away, but instead, it stretched inward, as if there was still a lot of room. However, he soon discovered that he could only stretch in, not back.
And, as he put his right hand in, his face got closer and closer to the mirror. He was almost only separated from the blond figure in the mirror by this thin mirror.
A kind of alertness suddenly rose from Angel's heart.
Can't go in anymore!
After this alertness arose, Angel's thinking seemed to be smoother. He tried to adjust his perspective, trying to make the blurry vision clear and see the face of the person in the mirror.
However, as his thinking began to recover, this ancient starry sky was also collapsing, as if everything around him had turned into dust and was blown into an unknown hourglass by the ancient wind.
When all the dust disappeared, Angel's thinking gradually returned to clarity.
He opened his eyes and looked at the misty sky above his head, not knowing where he was for a moment. Is he experiencing the next dream within a dream? Or did he return to the Wilderness of Dreams? Or, has he returned to reality
After a while, Angel decided that he should still be in the wilderness of dreams.
The strong breath of the nightmare world is still flowing slowly around him, and along a kind of vein, it is transmitted to every corner of the wilderness of dreams.
Angel sat up from the ground, he turned his head and looked around.
There was no blond figure, the half passage was fine, and there was no wind or waves around, as if nothing had happened.
However, when Angel looked at his right hand, he noticed a change.
His right hand seems to be getting longer
Angel stretched out his hands and compared it with his left hand, and found that his left hand was almost a palm length less than his right hand.
The palm of the left hand itself is a circle smaller than the right hand, and now it even has less overall length
Angel seemed to remember something. When he was dreaming in a dream, he once stretched his right hand into the mirror for a distance. Could it be that because of this, he merged more parts with the existence of the nightmare world
With a trembling feeling, Angel took off his coat.
Before, those green lines were only suspended on the right palm, but now, they spread to his forearm, up to the elbow joint.
Sure enough, his right forearm changed, exactly the same as the distance he stretched into the mirror in Angel's dream before.
"It seems to have merged with the right forearm again?" Angel murmured silently: "This should be just a dream... I'm still in the wilderness of dreams, shouldn't it affect reality?"
Even though Angel comforted himself like this, he remembered that the last time he fused his right palm, he was actually in the Nightmare Realm and was in an unreal state.
The final result still affects reality.
For a moment, Angel wanted to immediately exit the wilderness of dreams and return to reality to take a look. But as he got up, the bag beside him rattled.
Angel picked up the bag, which was filled with pieces of boundary glass like glass.
He picked up the bag and glanced at the half aisle not far away. In the end, after struggling for a while, he still did not return to reality immediately.
Angel changed himself to "God's perspective", and patrolled all the areas covered by the breath of the Nightmare Realm, and did not feel any abnormality. There is no nightmare world monster, nor that blond figure.
No matter what happened when he was confused just now, at least that person should be gone now, right
Now that the man has left, there must be a way to deal with the matter of the Wilderness of Dreams, and it is impossible for him to do nothing.
Angel decided to follow the original plan to test whether he could cut off the wilderness of dreams.
But before that, Angel still needs to check one thing.
Now that the right forearm is also suspected to be fused, can he still use the right hand to absorb a lot of the breath of the Nightmare Realm to create a partition space
Angel tried it, and it turned out that the control of the right hand was back in his hands.
He can absorb a lot of Nightmare's breath with his right hand, and this effect seems to be improved. The precision of his manipulation of the breath of the Nightmare Realm is also higher than before. It can even condense the breath of the Nightmare Realm at one point, constrain, block and disperse it like a black and evil elegy.
Although things are back to normal, and better than expected. But Angel didn't feel much joy. This sudden feeling of being unable to control his body parts made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness.
If one day, his body is integrated into more parts of the other party, is he still himself
Even though Sanders asked Angel to treat it as a projected bloodline, and said that the projected bloodline was the most suitable bloodline for him. But in the case of being unable to resist, Angel inevitably felt insecurity in his heart.
However, here and now, it is not the time for him to mourn and complain. Angel could only suppress the resentment in his heart and let his thoughts return to the right track temporarily.
The rest are put aside for the time being, and now the main focus is to cut off the wilderness of dreams.