Chapter 888 Changes in the Right Arm

The breath of the nightmare world, which was so strong that it seemed to be real, suddenly became active and poured back into Angel's right hand with the same goal.

Angel was shocked because he clearly did not let his right hand absorb the breath of the nightmare world.

All this was completely the autonomous behavior of his right hand.

Angel did not know where the breath of the nightmare world that poured back into his right hand went. Not to mention that he was now a mortal body, even in reality, he basically knew only a little about his right hand.

However, as the breath of the nightmare world poured back more and more fiercely, Angel only felt that his consciousness became a little confused, and the scene in front of him was sometimes blurred and sometimes clear.

It was like falling from a bright dream into an ordinary dream, and his thinking gradually became less clear.

At this time, the influx of a large amount of nightmare breath caused the suspended green lines on the right hand to continue to increase, as if they were self-replicating, and various new green lines emerged.

And these green lines became more and more undulating and excited, sometimes large, sometimes small, sometimes sparse, sometimes dense, sometimes gathered, and sometimes scattered. It was like a musical symbol, composing an unknown score in the air.

Finally, these green lines flew away from Angel's right hand like fireflies, forming a circle with clear lines in the rotation, and attached to the boundary membrane of the semi-channel.

Just like the legendary through-boundary ring, a big hole appeared on the boundary membrane out of thin air.

Angel was already somewhat confused about reality and dreams, truth and illusion. His mind began to fall into a paste, and even if he tried his best to keep it clear, he still couldn't keep himself in a clear dream.

Suddenly, he vaguely saw a tall figure appear in the "through-boundary ring" composed of green lines in front of the boundary membrane of the semi-channel.

The long golden hair fluttered in the wind, revealing only a scarlet and indifferent eye.

Even though Angel's brain was in a confused state, he still couldn't help raising his hand and pointing at the figure: "You are..."

Pictures flashed through his mind

It was a dark chaotic space, and Angel stood in the air. The chaotic space was like the universe, with stars from countless billions of light years away flickering dimly.

In this dark starry universe, Angel stood at the center.

In front of him was a water mirror that could reflect the stars. The water mirror was rectangular and seemed to have no frame. It stood quietly like a door.

Angel stood in front of the water mirror and unconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the mirror.

There was also a person in the mirror. Angel could not see its appearance, and even could not tell its gender. He could only see a long golden hair with starlight, and a pair of cold blood eyes.

The person in the mirror also stretched out his hand.

The right hands of the two touched the mirror, and ripples like water waves slowly spread on the mirror.

Angel stretched his right hand into the mirror!

The hands of the person 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...Shava?"

When he was in the witch town, Angel was like this. His right hand merged with that person, and something happened. Later, Sanders told him that there was a person with long golden hair, whose hands merged with his at that time.

Just like the person in the picture, he and the person in the mirror held hands and merged into one.

The blond figure had stepped out of the halfway passage and stood in front of Angel.

Logically, Angel should feel scared. But just like his previous test with Maya, he did not have a trace of fear of the person in front of him, but felt very peaceful.

"Answer me, are you Sharapova?" Angel asked again: "Or, you are me."

In the nightmare world, my projection? Another me in the world?

The large amount of nightmare world aura around was like fog, and Angel could not see the figure of the person in front of him clearly. He only felt that his mind was becoming more and more confused, and the dream seemed to collapse at this moment. He seemed to have entered an ordinary dream, without distinguishing between falsehood and true self.

Just before he fell into the dream completely, he seemed to see the mouth of the person in front of him move.

But what he answered, Angel could no longer sense anything. If his original clear thinking was like a light tea, it was constantly stirred by a spoon, and finally became muddy water with no logic.

In the muddy state, Angel felt as if he had dreamed again.

This dream within a dream brought Angel back to the chaotic universe full of ancient starlight.

In front of him, there was still the water mirror full of ripples.

On the other side of the water mirror, there was still the blond figure who could not distinguish between men and women, and whose face could not be distinguished.

And his right hand was still stretched into the water mirror full of ripples.

If the person opposite was Sharapova mentioned by Sanders, or Angel's projection in the nightmare world. Then last time in the witch town, he and the right hand of the person in the mirror had merged 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, and instead caused ripples on the mirror.

Unable to pull out, he stretched his hand inwards, as if there was still a lot of space. However, he soon found that he could only stretch his hand inwards, and could not retreat.

And, as he stretched his right hand inwards, his face got closer and closer to the mirror. He was almost separated from the blond figure in the mirror by the thin mirror surface.

A sense of alertness suddenly rose from Angel's heart.

I 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 blurred vision clear and see the face of the person in the mirror clearly.

However, as his mind began to recover, this ancient starry sky was also collapsing, as if everything around him turned into dust and was blown into an unknown hourglass by the eternal wind.

When all the dust disappeared, Angel's mind gradually became clear.

He opened his eyes and looked at the foggy sky above his head. For a moment, he didn't know where he was. Is he experiencing the next dream within a dream? Or, has he returned to the wilderness of dreams? Or, has he returned to reality?

After a while, Angel judged that he should still be in the wilderness of dreams.

The rich breath of the nightmare world was still flowing slowly around him, and along a kind of vein, it was transmitted to every corner of the wilderness of dreams.

Angel sat up from the ground, and he turned his head and looked around.

There was no blond figure, and the half passage was fine. There was no wind or waves around, as if nothing had happened.

However, when Angel looked at his right hand, he found a change.

His right hand seemed to have become longer?

Angel stretched out both hands and compared them with his left hand, and found that his left hand was almost one palm shorter than his right hand.

The palm of his left hand was smaller than his right hand, and now even the overall length was shorter?

Angel seemed to remember something. When he was dreaming in a dream before, he had stretched his right hand into the mirror for a distance. Did he merge more parts with the existence of the nightmare world because of this?

With a trembling feeling, Angel took off his coat.

Before, those green lines only floated on the palm of his right hand, but now, they spread to his forearm and even to the elbow joint.

Sure enough, his right forearm changed, and the distance he stretched into the mirror in Angel's dream before was exactly the same.

"It seems that the right forearm has been fused again?" Angel murmured silently: "This should be just a dream... I am still in the dream wilderness now, it shouldn't affect reality, right?"

Even though Angel comforted himself like this, he remembered that the last time he fused his right palm, he was actually in the nightmare world, and was also in an unreal state.

The final result still affected reality.

For a moment, Angel wanted to immediately exit the dream wilderness and return to reality to take a look. But as he stood up, the bag beside him made a rustling sound.

Angel picked up the bag, and inside it were pieces of realm glass that looked like glass.

He picked up the bag and looked at the half-passage not far away. Finally, after struggling for a moment, he still did not return to reality immediately.

Angel changed himself to the "God's perspective" and patrolled all the areas covered by the nightmare world, and did not feel anything unusual. There were no nightmare monsters, 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, he has to come up with a solution for the Dream Wilderness. He can't just do nothing.

Angel decided to follow the original plan and try to see if he could cut off the Dream Wilderness.

But before that, Angel still needs to test one thing.

Now that his right forearm is also suspected to be fused, can he still absorb a lot of nightmare aura through his right hand to create a partition space?

Angel tried it, and the facts showed that the control of his right hand was back in his hands.

He can absorb a lot of nightmare aura through his right hand, and this effect seems to have improved. His control over the aura of the nightmare world is more accurate than before. He can even condense the aura of the nightmare world at one point like the Evil Elegy, and restrain, block and disperse it.

Although the situation has returned to normal, and it is better than expected. But Angel is not too happy. This sudden feeling of being unable to control parts of his body makes him feel deeply powerless.

If one day, his body integrates more parts of the other party, will he still be himself?

Even though Sanders asked Angel to treat it as a projection bloodline and said that the projection bloodline was the most suitable bloodline for him. But in the case of being unable to resist, Angel could not help but feel insecure.

However, this was not the time for him to feel sad and self-pitying. Angel could only suppress his resentment and let his thoughts return to the right track temporarily.

Let's put aside the others for now, and focus on cutting off the dream wilderness.