Zongman: Endless Shuttle Chapter 921

'You are the god of "dreams", and it is easy to blur the boundary between illusion and reality. But if you want the family members to inherit some of this power, it would be too much to think highly of them. Just like I, who is a fantasy species, have never seen the true face of the "dream world", so how can they accommodate this power. '

Hearing this, Luo Pei raised his eyebrows.

"So that's it. This is the so-called standing too high and ignoring the scenery under your feet... the troubles of luxury."

Yes, luxury.

For his overly large power, giving the family such a small thing as manipulating the illusion and reality is considered "stingy", but it still exceeds the rules of creation in this world.

This is no longer a demanding level, but Rope wants to make the "impossible" possible. If the gods could give the created race the power of one of the essence of the essence, then this world would have collapsed long ago.

… No wonder the magic that created the races keeps failing.

‘Ashamed, this is the only suggestion I can think of from my solidified shallow thinking, maybe it’s not even a suggestion for you...’

"No, you helped, Nibia."

Rope laughed.

"He is a very reliable apostle."

So what should I do if I can't bear the power of "dream"?

- Refinement.

To analyze and dig towards the end of the unimportant and unimportant essence.

"Dream" is born from "mind", and only when combined together can this short-lived flower in water appear. Then it would be good to extract the power of "mind" from the marrow.

It just so happened that Luo Pei himself was a master of spiritual masters, and it was a breeze to accomplish this kind of thing.

Lowering the starting point a little bit, the magic that created the race started smoothly.

Complicated operations, according to the desired ability implanted in the "mind", the dark magic circle twisted and spread outward, and finally covered the entire city surrounded by fog in the sky.

The originally not very bright sky was completely darkened.

That section of dark blue tentacles also melted in the magic circle, which meant that the upcoming family members would become existences similar to the "children" of Rope.

The abyss-like power poured into the magic circle, and Luo Pei walked to the balcony on the top floor of the clock tower, looking at the city that belonged to him, there was no tired look on his face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was getting bigger and bigger.

--felt it!

Hundreds of thousands, the pulsation of "life"!

In this world, another division of superior species and inferior species is the difference between "creatures" and "life".

Biology is very easy to understand. No matter how powerful and technological a race is, creatures may be able to extend their lives, but they cannot escape the iron law of life, old age, sickness and death. Even the mechanical Ex-Machinas have a limited number of years to use, and must rely on the manufacture of new machines to maintain the existence of the race, which are "creatures".

Life, on the other hand, is somewhat indescribable.

They are both a group and an individual. Each life is relatively independent and has no lifespan limit - the most typical example is the two staying in the bell tower.

Divine species, fantasy species.

The rest of the dragon spirits, giants, and Flügel can all be included in the scope of "life", so they are the upper races...

Adding your own torso is really the right choice...

The black-haired young man will open his arms, a force that cannot be ignored, and the unique noble feeling of the gods will explode.

At some point, the atmosphere became solemn and dignified.

Inzahn Nibia watched Rope nervously, and was able to observe the opportunity of a god-species creation race at close range. I am afraid that there was only one phantom species from the beginning of the world.

For a long time, the blue eyes of the black-haired young man stared at the magic circle in the sky, and when the distorted figure spread to its peak, he sang clearly in an unknown language.

"You are all my servants, my sons, born in a gloomy nightmare, and must be enchanted in the depths of your heart!"

"This is chaos, this is evil!"

"The fragmented dream will become your only shelter, your only home. You will be accompanied by nightmares for eternity, and at the same time, you will also dominate this dream under my care! No one can violate this truth!"

"Forerunners of disaster, children of nightmares, I bestow upon you the name 'Nightmare'. "

"In order to hold the throne of world domination, in the name of the god of disaster, fear, and dreams, I order you and other nightmares to come here immediately!"

The god spoke the order.

Then the world complied.

It is such a simple phenomenon.

In the sky, the pitch-black magic circle became a blur. It became like a whole cloud, and less than ten seconds later, it began to rain heavily.

The raindrops were black and shiny.

It seems to be perceiving this city, this dream, this fragmented and incredible home.

They flow freely.

Gradually, in the dark river, a being broke free from the "womb" and stood up.

One, two, three, four... piece by piece, countless.

They have an indeterminate posture with the characteristics of energy bodies, and their lower limbs are dark blue tentacles similar to Rope. But this appearance didn't last long. Under the natural powerful spiritual ability, when the hazy spiritual links were delivered to Luo Pei's hands, their appearance also changed.

Transforms into a standard humanoid body.

The faceless face, the exterior directly uses energy to form the basic attire. Pointed hat, windbreaker, trousers, and leather boots, just like the hunter's outfit in "Bloodborne".

There is no doubt that this is Rope's own aesthetic.

The so-called inevitability of the spiritual race is that there will be a master console such as the "spiritual terminal". And the main console of the nightmare species is currently their creator, Rope.

But that doesn't mean they are mindless puppets.

It's just a more bizarre way of living that ordinary people can't understand.

"Welcome, my children..."

Feeling the gradual establishment of the huge spiritual network in the ethnic group, Luo Pei showed a smile.

Injaen Nibia followed the lord, silently staring at the scene below that could be called "great".

At the end of this great war, the belated last intellectual race was born.

Created by the God of Disaster, Fear and Dreams, living in fragmented dreams, not dying from the limit of lifespan, shuttling between illusion and reality, masters of manipulating spiritual power.