Chapter 202 Look, What Did I Say Before?

The penetration of this magic sword light even illuminated the entire dark space for a moment.

But in the next moment, more dark matter squirmed hungrily, with incredible greed, wrapped up layer by layer at an astonishing speed, and devoured the highly concentrated magic sword light.

Seeing the way the sword light disappeared, Avis immediately judged the nature of this dark mass, a terrifying product unique to the dream world [Dream Anomaly].

It looks like a mass of nothingness dark matter with a diameter of tens to hundreds of meters, which will engulf all visible and invisible things it touches, and the power level ranges from level six to eight.

This kind of thing has a reaction similar to the instinct of living things, but its structure is completely different from that of normal dream creatures, and the way it appears is also similar to a natural phenomenon.

Therefore, the magic world has not yet reached a conclusion on whether this thing is a dream creature or a natural disaster in the dream world.

The way to eliminate dream anomalies is very simple-to split it into a large number of small fragments by attacking it at a speed that exceeds its swallowing speed.

Then, just like the broken cross sections of a magnet will repel each other, its terrifying devouring power will devour its own fragments as well.

"Sir Jom, split it completely into cubes no larger than eight centimeters."

Looking at the deep darkness that occupied the entire space in front of the mountain wall, Avis reminded.

"Okay."

Jom nodded briefly, his aura suddenly changed, and his right hand clenched in the air in front of him.

Accompanied by the terrifying magic breath, a sword body as clear as colorless ice, a one-handed sword condensed entirely from highly condensed eighth-level magic, appeared in Jom's hand.

Then, he took a step forward, raised the sword body with both hands, and then swung the sword down in an extremely simple manner.

Kacha——

The ice crystal long sword dissipated like a bubble, and at the same time, an extremely crisp cracking sound rang out.

The distorted darkness of the entire area solidified for a moment, and then in a burst of light like a broken mirror, it instantly split into countless fist-sized pieces!

The cross section is as bright as a mirror, like broken ice, and the volume of each piece is highly equal.

Secret Sword Skill - [Broken Mirror]

The split darkness has undergone drastic changes, and a large number of fragments began to devour each other fiercely, making a sharp whistling sound, and even rolled up a small whirlwind in the surrounding environment, blowing the hem of the cloaks of the three people constantly shaking.

After a while, when it was swallowed to the end, only a fragment about the size of several fists remained at the entrance of the cave. But its remaining volume was not enough to support its structure to continue to exist.

So, this fragment finally evaporated and disappeared, leaving only a small pile of black sand-like material in its place.

If you look closely, each grain of sand has countless facets reflecting a faint light.

This is a precious high-level material [Dream Black Sand], which is one of the key materials for many high-level fantasy dream wonders and potions, and can only be obtained by killing dream anomalies.

Although the name contains dream, due to the randomness of dream anomalies, Africans always have difficulty falling asleep when brushing this material.

After collecting the lost materials, Avis and the other two entered the cave.

But the situation in the cave was different from what Avis had expected, with the pagans lying on the ground and the bishop of the Holy Light Church possibly doing something with the seal.

In fact, the air in the cave maintained a strange silence.

Countless eyes under ragged robes looked at the three people silently, and the black-robed priest standing on the top of the altar raised the scepter inlaid with black stone.

——The young bishop with blond hair was lying on the rectangular altar at the top of the altar, his eyes closed, and his demeanor looked very peaceful.

A circle of lighted pale white candles surrounded him, and the strange dark green flames swaying in the candle wicks complemented the dark green evil lines on his cheeks.

"Look, what did I say before, he looks like he's about to die--"

Looking at this scene, Avis glanced at Evannie, who looked a little nervous, and made a cold joke.

"What do you mean by 'soon'? Are you a prophet?"

Being stared at by the strange and fanatical eyes of many pagans in the cave, Evannie, who was originally a little nervous, twitched her mouth and was speechless.

However, the faint nervous negative emotions that had just risen in her heart also disappeared again in this sudden joke.

"Outsiders, are you here for the holy relics or for false salvation?"

Although the sacrifice that had just begun encountered uninvited guests again, the priest's expression did not seem to be surprised.

However, when he noticed Evannie among the three, he seemed to suddenly understand something.

"... Or, for this?"

As he said, the black-robed priest slowly took off his hood, and underneath was the face of Evan, who was extremely familiar to Avis.

"Is it you!?"

Seeing this scene, Evannie was stunned for a moment. Then, her eyes suddenly turned cold, and she looked at the black-robed priest as if she was looking at a dead person.

"How dare you appear in front of us? Haha, maybe I should thank you for your stupidity!"

"Don't worry, little blue-haired sister."

On the top of the altar, the black-robed 'Evan' shook his head slightly, and a touch of aristocratic sneer suddenly appeared on his face.

"Once, you arrogantly followed the eggshell, with your pathetic guard, and sank into the dream of the gods endlessly."

"And now, your two 'flower protectors' have found you and fortunately saved you from the dream.

The gods mercifully did not cast their eyes on you again, but you, who have received this blessing, did not linger on on the island and enjoy the last moments before the arrival of reality, but came here to find the end in advance? "

As he spoke, 'Evan' turned his eyes slightly and glanced at Jom, Avis, and the black-robed priest beside her.

"Do you think that there is one more trash among your flower-guarding messengers than before... Oh, and a poor body controlled by you, so you can take back what belongs to you from me?"

At the end, 'Evan''s face suddenly showed a light mockery.

"Or do you want to perform a wonderful threesome in front of me to impress me?"

"You! You..."

Hearing this, Evanni's face flushed and she was furious. But because of her own cultivation and the noble teachings she received, she couldn't find a vulgar word to fight back for a while.

"Trash? "

Beside Evannie, Avis, who was caught in the crossfire for no reason, raised his eyebrows, stared at 'Evan' on the top of the altar with his blue eyes, and spread his hands innocently.

"Dear priest, I can forgive your verbal offense just now, just as your god has forgiven you mercifully."

"Now, I am very interested in the holy objects you mentioned. Can you lend them to me for a few days?"

"Ignorant and fearless ants--"

Hearing this, Evan's face on the altar instantly turned cold.

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