Chapter 1400 Disaster Invasion (Thirteen)

I am a little curious about what just exploded in Brother Taylor's head.

Although it was originally just a free trial, the strange scene in the palm of my hand showed something that was undoubtedly quite bad.

The erosion of the corridor on me was far more than just a worm arm.

Not only was my ability blocked, but my current existence was like a spokesperson.

The difficulty of leaving a mark mentioned by Brother Lobbyist was one thing. Even if it looked like it was barely left, it was probably a trace of "worms".

It was not strange. When I first met Brother Lobbyist, it was mentioned in the mission summary that nightmares were the channel for the advent of higher beings, and the worms and young children at that time also reflected it.

But in this way, the situation is undoubtedly more serious.

Except for an absolutely innocent lobbyist who was watching from the side, ready to reap the fruits of victory at any time.

The one who had always appeared as a "worm" was the real evil god in the nightmare, and it seemed to have added a section to the food chain.

Taylor was the tool for me to descend into reality and break the barrier, and then I was the tool of "Him".

Even in nightmares, the extraordinary effects that I reproduced with high control were completely endowed with the essence of "insects".

Even if I could really cause pollution and leave a mark on the dreamer, it would be highly unlikely that I would successfully penetrate the barrier.

But apart from this alternative power, I seemed to have no other means of pollution.

This situation is indeed similar to the "divine eclipse" ability that Brother Lobbying introduced himself back then.

...

"Unreasonable!"

The nightmare atmosphere at this moment is equally severe.

Fangs, sharp claws, bat wings, Taylor, who has recovered a little, has shown the characteristics of the blood clan without reservation, and is murderous.

The Gulard family will obviously not surrender - of course, they will not fight against the stone with an egg.

Under the opponent's continuous weird performance, Taylor, with his full aura, finally did not pounce directly.

"Heh... Taylor Gulard..."

And under his call, Dayun Mingwang finally raised his eyes from his hands.

"Very good, but it's too late."

In just one breath, Dayun Mingwang returned to the realm of the god stick.

"That day, the Gulard family was swallowed by the huge darkness, and even Annalise could not stop it..."

"And everything is just the beginning. The darkness of Shangjing is still growing and growing, and will eventually fall from the sky..."

In the solemn declaration, the emblem on the mask became more and more red.

"All you can do is obey, obey this power of disaster..."

"What that day - Amber?"

And under this inspiration, even if Taylor is as stupid as he is, he still finally has a flash of inspiration at a certain moment and realizes it.

"His death is a conspiracy, a conspiracy against Gulard!"

"Hehe... The means are not important, as long as that future can come!"

Without denying this speculation at all, Fu Qian even gave a classic villain laugh.

"Even Gulard is not important."

While speaking, he put his hand on his face and slowly took off the mask.

...

You...

At that moment, even Taylor, who had been mentally prepared, was still shocked again.

It was Jiang En, there was no doubt about that.

It was just that the face, which was originally young and sharp, was now as rough as sandpaper.

Not only was there black and yellow nails dotted in it, but it was even constantly contracting and moving like insect skin.

"Everyone will feel this enlightenment and find their place on the chain of transcendence..."

And the fanatical declaration continued.

"At that time, you will truly realize how ridiculous the so-called pride of the blood race is, and how rough the so-called elegance is."

"... You are just a lunatic who is unwilling to face failure."

The blood race obviously couldn't stand the bad reviews, and Taylor was already gritting his teeth.

"Great existence... You underestimate the blood race a little too much. I can assure you that you will never wait for the day when the so-called darkness falls!"

"Really?"

Taylor's ability to make up his mind was indeed unrestrained. Under the hint, he not only did not doubt the authenticity of the face, but also easily strung together many plots, and even thought of the mental journey of the fall of "North Jiang En".

In this situation, Fu Qian did not hesitate to add fuel to the fire.

"What day is it now?"

...

After these words came out, Taylor was stunned for a moment, and then he looked around suddenly. For a moment, the whole time and space seemed to be crumbling.

Bastard!

And even before he opened his mouth, Fu Qian seemed to hear a roar in his will.

"This..."

And Taylor didn't say more.

While looking back at Fu Qian with an incredible look, the illusory eyes that symbolized the degree of dreaming shattered.

"Don't you want to come and sit down?"

The business partner returned, and Fu Qian was not disappointed. He just looked at the empty space in front of him and continued to ask.

Of course, it was not that the victim on the bed behind him woke up, and that person was obviously still drunk.

As a great Dayun Mingwang, while talking and laughing with great scholars, it is also necessary to have a wide range of friends.

Although Brother Taylor left, didn't he still have the God Erosion?

This was originally one of the purposes of the dreamer who had woken up and was still struggling to maintain the dream in front of him.

"Your idea... is completely incomprehensible!"

Facts have proved that Dayun Mingwang still has some face.

In the quiet air with only the snoring behind him, Fu Qian waited patiently for only half a minute, and the door that Taylor had closed before was pushed open again, revealing a figure with a strange exoskeleton.

"Brother lobbyist seems to have some opinions about what I did just now?"

Without any surprise, Fu Qian indicated that it was okay to sit down, and nodded to ask for advice.

"Even if it was me, I have to admit that you did a very good job before, but why did you ask him that kind of question?"

The lobbyist did not refuse such a generous invitation. Although he did not really sit down, he still walked all the way to the front and expressed his dissatisfaction repeatedly.

"Anyone knows that asking a dreamer to think about the time point he is in is an act that is very easy to wake people up. Why do you want to ruin your previous efforts?"

"Haha, brother lobbyist is really cold on the outside but warm on the inside! He said that there is no cure, but in fact he has been paying attention to the situation of his old friend, which comforts me."

However, facing this impolite questioning, Fu Qian laughed very happily.

"...Because he noticed that I was next to him? He would rather expose it than let me take advantage of it?"

Unfortunately, the lobbyist obviously did not appreciate it and spoke out his judgment in a cold voice.

"Otherwise, even at the end, with your control over dreams, you can even force people to stay if you want. Don't tell me you don't notice this?"

"You really misunderstood me."

Finally, the smile faded a little, Fu Qian stared at the lobbyist, and the next moment he sighed.

"Also, are you sure it makes sense for me to keep him at the end?"