Bark!
A tentacle curled up and scratched Darby's face.
He smiled: "Teacher, you are too superficial... The so-called 'beauty and ugliness' are just the definition of human beings. After setting aside these restrictions, you will see the real world!"
"Human modification?"
Yi Liya looked at Darby, and suddenly smiled: "I'm a little interested, you can stay..."
Along with the words, one after another magic runes automatically appeared in the void.
"She can even control her own dreams?"
Samo let out an exclamation.
"Magic... omnipotent!"
Along with Yi Liya's faint words, countless magic symbols formed a chain, binding the three of them heavily.
"Ilia... you really left a lot of things untaught to us."
Darby felt a chill in his heart.
However, after all, they have been 'inhuman'.
Even though chains and chains passed through the body, flesh and blood flew all over the body, but it was still healing quickly.
Even, the figure turned into a trace of mist, wanting to leave the scope of the 'magic lock'.
"The sixth-level magister, the real power gained is... control!"
Illya's calm voice came out: "Control the most subtle magic power, control everything about yourself... even dreams! You... can't escape!"
During the words, the three Darbys in the mist showed their figures again.
They looked terrified, suddenly became resolute, and shouted the name in Womong: "Montic!"
"Montic!"
"Montic!"
Bark!
The sky is full of dark clouds, answering the call of the honored name.
Thick tentacles protruded directly from the clouds, like giant octopuses, trying to overturn the floating city.
In the dream, 'Floating City' represents Ilya's private domain, which is a powerful external force that wants to pollute her mind.
"This is... what a majestic existence... far beyond the sixth-level realm!"
Yi Liya's eyes sparkled: "Level 7...Gods? So there are gods in this world?"
"Have you seen the mighty power of our Lord?"
"Ilya, don't fall into the embrace of my lord yet!"
Darby and Summer shouted.
However, they were simply ignored flamboyantly.
Ilya looked at the giant tentacles, with an eager expression on his face: "Magic Net!"
Layer after layer of magic nets appeared behind her, piercing into her body through the black passage.
In an instant, Ilya's figure swelled up and turned into a giantess.
"Thunder!"
She roared, her hands full of thunder.
Just the aftermath swept across, causing the bodies of Darby and others to explode, and there was no trace of them anymore.
"flame!"
Ilya spoke again, and strands of flames emerged from the thunder.
Bark!
The flame and thunder directly hit the thick tentacle, and a huge tentacle broke from it, overflowing with pus-yellow and foul-smelling liquid.
From the dark clouds, there seemed to be a roar of existence.
More tentacles poked out.
Seeing this scene, instead of being afraid, Yiliya laughed heartily: "So... is this a god?"
The huge thunder circle reappeared, intertwined with many tentacles.
After a long time, the dark clouds dispersed.
Standing on the floating city, Ilya's expression became dignified: "I can feel that he can't use all his strength, it's just a sliver of power passed over, is the essence at this level? God..."
She thought for a while, and countless magic symbols emerged, sealing a thick tentacle.
real world.
Ilya woke up and looked at her palm.
On it, a flesh-colored tentacle resembling an octopus has lost all vitality, like some shriveled seafood, exuding a fishy smell.
"The one who masters dreams... the evil god Montage?"
Ilya thought for a while, and quickly passed the command with magic: "Open the laboratory, use the highest level... In addition, the Splendor speeds up and heads to Fatamar!"
In the tropical rainforest.
The three floating cities quickly evacuated.
Several painful catharsis came from the control room: "I'm careless... I didn't expect Ilia to be so powerful..."
"If my lord came to the world, she would be able to suppress her, but now... we need to hibernate."
"The beheading plan has failed...then, the only way to hide is to develop the faith of our lord."
After reaching an agreement, the three floating cities immediately turned into black spots and disappeared.
…
Magic calendar, 125 years.
Gus City.
This is a small seaside city in the south of the empire, with a small population, and the highest-level magician is only level 4, so there are no floating town guards in the sky.
night.
In the silence and tranquility, most people fell asleep.
Bitfur also slept soundly.
He was just an ordinary citizen in the city. The hard work during the day had exhausted most of his strength, and he could barely eat enough rye bread every day.
Only in sleep can there be a trace of peace.
But at this moment, a voice suddenly broke into his dream.
That's the waves, that's the sound of spray hitting rocks.
The blue sea seemed to be calling to him.
No!
That is not the blue sea, under the dim sky, the sea has become pitch black!
"ah!"
With a scream, he fell into the deep sea, and the swimming skills he had learned were completely useless.
Not only that.
Streaks of seaweed-like things were wrapping around his feet, causing him to keep falling, falling... all the way down into the depths of darkness.
Countless seaweeds gushed out, almost engulfing him.
But in this suffocation, a voice became clearer:
"The Ruler of Water..."
"The Ruler of Dreams..."
"The Great Old One..."
"Mon..."
…
"ah!"
Bitfer woke up and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "It turned out to be a dream..."
Under the moonlight, he looked at his palm and suddenly felt a little dazed.
Because he saw some fine scales reflecting light on the back of his hand.
"This is... I don't want to become a monster!"
He muttered, wanting to go out and seek help from a doctor or magician, but he was afraid of being regarded as a monster.
"Damn... how could this happen!"
He punched hard, hitting the wooden bed board.
Snapped!
A piece of the bed board was sunken.
"My power...has it become so great?"
Bitter talked to himself, and a burst of joy suddenly emerged in his heart: "This is power... extraordinary power!"
Turning into a monster also seems acceptable compared to this.
…
five years later.
In the magic calendar, in 130 years, a terrible plague broke out in the cities along the coast.
It's called 'Sea of Nightmare'.
The patient first dreamed of the sea, and was immediately inspired, and fish scales appeared on his body, so it is also called 'ichthyosis'.
This plague has a fatality rate of about half, and the people who survived by chance have changed in physique and heart, as if they have become another race.
They worshiped the great ruler—Montic, and started a new round of war on the continent.