Chapter 600 World War
Corresponding to this is the world that belongs to "his", a vast expanse of snow-covered land. It took him and Rogneda a long time to get out of the world that belongs to the ghost dragon.
The two are like two discs that fit together, but they are not clearly separated. Many color bands that originally belonged to the ghost dragon world can be clearly seen, invading like tentacles.
You can only see far if you climb high.
If it weren't for coincidence, I would have encountered the nightmare "high numbers" of my previous life.
Being in a dream, I may never realize that it is actually the automatic deduction of my memory, and I will only watch the ghost dragon's consciousness constantly eroding my world and transforming it imperceptibly.
When my life is over one day, I will be willing to leave the body left in reality to the ghost dragon to take over.
Losa was a little scared:
"Oh, no wonder I didn't even think of opening the long-awaited Europa Universalis 5 and five Iron Hearts on the first day after returning home, because I didn't know the content and mechanism of the game at all, and subconsciously wanted to avoid it."
"It's just like when I was young and had a wet dream, every time I was about to get to the final step, either accidents happened frequently or I just woke up."
No wonder the streets have hardly changed in three years.
Thinking of his parents, Losa sighed lightly.
"I hope the extreme situation in the dream didn't happen."
The driver who caused the accident had no insurance, was reckless, and was a rolling meat. This situation is actually not that common. Most people still have weaknesses.
The occurrence of this situation is just a hidden worry in his heart.
In the memory world of Guilong, it is no longer clear from him. He saw that many worlds belonging to the other party extended into his memory world like tentacles.
During the time when he lived a peaceful life, Guilong's soul eroded him all the time, but he was afraid of disturbing him, so he was relatively mild.
He looked back to the cell and couldn't help laughing when he looked around.
The structure of this cell was actually the dormitory he had in high school. At that time, the whole city was learning the Hengzhong model. Their school even claimed to be a branch of it. In his "memory world", it was no different from a prison.
"Xiao Li, are you hysterical?"
The prison guard standing at the door did not leave, and watched Losa's every move vigilantly. This kid was not very normal today. Could he be mentally ill?
Losa looked at the prison guard's face and couldn't hold back his smile.
After realizing that this world was fake, he found that it was a bit too fake. The prison guard had a young face of his junior high school classmate on his head. Because he hadn't seen it since graduation, the impression he left in Losa's mind had never changed.
"Nervous."
The prison guard muttered, put the test paper in his hand and left.
Losa was the only one left in the cell again.
He put away the smile on his face and looked serious.
He has realized that this world is fake, but it is still a problem to really get out of it. The ghost dragon's dream world has surrounded him, and many tentacles have invaded. Unless he invades the other's world in turn, he can extract all the nutrients in his soul and use them for himself.
Lothar suddenly raised his head, and a crack appeared in the sky.
An ominous breath slowly fell.
The temperature dropped sharply, and even snowflakes could be seen fluttering and falling.
A deformed abstract dragon beast slowly stretched out its claws. Its head was square, and its ferocious fangs pierced from its mouth, nose, and even face. It spewed out blazing dragon flames from its mouth, like a scorching lightsaber that pierced through the sky and earth and swept away.
The whole cell trembled.
The panicked shouts of people were endless.
"Because I learned the truth, are you going to use force?"
Lothar murmured in a low voice.
He is just an ordinary person now. Even if he knows two swordsmanship, this weak body obviously can't resist these aggressive ghost dragon creations.
The situation is very dangerous. The dragon flame plows across the ground, causing a series of explosions. In the crack in the sky, the second deformed monster descends. This is the thin ghost shadow. Its legs like bamboo poles fall to the ground. Wherever it passes, all existence is wiped out, leaving only nothingness.
One after another, the deformed monsters are rampant in his dream world.
This is completely different from the conventional battle. They have no intention of capturing the thief and the king, but are frantically attacking the world around them.
As they move, Lothar realizes that his memory is rapidly dimming. Many details that were once engraved in his mind have begun to become blurred. Their attack is actually erasing Lothar's will.
But Lothar's counterattack soon came.
Three fighter jets were seen flying in a triangular shape in the sky, roaring and coming close in the blink of an eye, pouring out more than ten anti-aircraft missiles. Compared with their speed, both the magic dragon and the slender ghost were like stepping on a quagmire, unable to avoid the missiles at all, and were blown into pieces.
"My lord, times have changed."
Lothar showed a relaxed smile on his face. In the dream world, cognition determines the upper limit.
A fighter jet flew from Novgorod to Egypt. If it was flying at full speed, it might only take two hours to travel thousands of miles. During this period of time, even a dragon would have to fly for several days.
As for the dragon flames of giant dragons, even those elderly advanced dragons who have been hiding in the deep mountains and forests for thousands of years, and whose strength is comparable to the ancient gods in their heyday, may not be able to match the dragon flames released by draining all their physical strength. That little boy in Hiroshima seventy years ago.
Fighters circled overhead.
The monsters that crossed through the cracks were defeated one after another without the ability to fight back.
Missiles exploded one after another.
It seems that there are endless missiles weighing several tons in the belly of the aircraft.
In reality, local military districts may not have such armaments, nor may they be able to exert their power in such a short period of time.
But this is Lothar's world.
As long as he ignores these details, these details do not exist.
"It's time to fight back."
Lothar murmured in a low voice, and the next moment, he appeared in the cockpit of a fighter jet in the sky. The structure in the cockpit was outrageously complex, and the densely packed control panel was full of buttons of various colors.
He knows shit about flying a plane.
But this is his world. Everything that has not been taken into account will be automatically corrected. As long as he believes, even an empty plane made of iron sheets can fly into the sky.
boom--
Accompanied by a whistling sound.
Led by Lothar, dozens of fighter jets passed through the rift and came to the world of ghost dragons.
In the ice and snow, countless deformed monsters suddenly chased the fighter plane like crazy, but their speed was limited by the ghost dragon's cognition, and it was impossible to catch up with the fighter plane.
People in the Middle Ages would not have thought that in the future people would be able to drive machines and fly out of the earth.
The giant dragons in the Middle Ages would not have thought that humans could drive machines and beat the dragons who claimed to be the masters of the sky to flight.