I’M Really Not The Demon God’S Lackey
Chapter 157: - Buck, pawn
Death, he should have realized something was wrong! Buck looked at the completely unfamiliar surroundings, gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart, and stepped back warily. The hall in front of him looked like the first floor of an old villa with a faint corner around it, you could see the stairs, lined up on the left and right of bookshelves full of books, a few rooms on the side, you could see the stairs, lined up on the left and right of bookshelves full of books, several rooms on the side, the sofa in the middle.
The windows were all closed, and the outside scenery was faintly invisible.
However, what was frightening was - an invisible sense of voyeurism was everywhere, as if someone was secretly watching everything in this room, watching him] - every movement.
At this moment, he felt that the divine power within his body seemed to have been vaporized without a trace, and there was no active ether around him.
Not to mention mentioning ether, he could not even sense the existence of ether.
It's like, he really has become an ordinary person! At the same time, Buck feels that the longevity he brings from countless resurrections and the feelings he has lost due to his ruthless and superior strength all come back like a tide.
Anger, loss, fear - - like a person who has been underwater for a long time and suddenly breaks through water, all dull and blunt senses are restored, and his emotions have never been this clear.
But Buck doesn't need these long-abandoned items. It was these things that made him jump into the bottomless pit of the altar recklessly judging the lives of others. It made him feel that his heart was shaking and collapsing. Without strength, he felt himself. Everything gone.
The advantages of life were quickly replaced by empty panic.
"No, that's not possible. This must be a magical tree! I need to calm down. As long as I find a clue and find a sense of offense, I can destroy the opponent's power. Buck, who was still with my supernatural powers, tried to comfort himself, turned around and looked at the closed wooden door, took a deep breath, and tried to turn it around.
Sound of a door lock stuck out. No matter how hard he tried, the door remained motionless as if it was mounted to the entire space.
Gasping for breath, Buck suddenly stopped and looked at his hand holding the doorknob.
A little trembling was very obvious.
Only then did Buck realize that not only his hands, wrists, arms, but even his entire body and legs were trembling and soft. "
How come! No way! How can I be afraid! The deep sense of helplessness in Buck's heart gradually turned into silk despair, causing hysteria in his heart.
He let go of the door knob like an electric shock, his chest heaving, forced to calm down, and turned to look at the corner stairs.
The surgeon arranged such a scene, one had to be the one who wanted to be involved in this scene, and mistakenly thought it was true. If he were to follow the other party's thoughts and start searching for clues at this level, he fell into a trap Among them, the subconscious would be increasingly convinced of the reality of this scene, and will never be able to escape.
He couldn't understand it better.
So, the only way to stop the game now was to continue his investigation on the first floor! Right, Buck wasn't planning to ride.
What he had just concluded was an idea that surgeons wanted surgeons to think about, and most people would definitely go upstairs. In fact, that's how the surgeon caught the trap, and can put the clues on top magnificently., He will definitely make the upper floor more real, he said, or create more traps that will make the barrier in people's hearts become flawed, step by step, and eventually defeat the heart of the attacker.
Therefore, thinking upside down, only the first floor was the most wrong.
Don't look at the layout here so real, it seems like a lot of books are very bluffing, but in fact this is the hardest part to build with the illusion, Wang He is a book, a book, as long as he could find a book with a gap, then the illusion would not break by itself! Buck took a deep breath - 0, and the mentality that would waver again stabilized, muttering:
"Even if I have no strength, what if I am determined, and the wisdom brought by the old years will not be lost. It is still far from defeating me with this level of illusion! He walked step by step. Bookshelves, sharp eyes, slowly firm footsteps, body belongs
"Dead State"
The momentum is back
"Let me see what you're doing.
Buck stood still in front of the bookshelf, grabbing a book.
Lin Jie felt that among the dreams he built, there was a first visitor because Bai Yin said earlier that when those dreams were not yet fully built, the intensity was not enough, or there was no arrangement.
"Cure"
In such circumstances, it might be possible to accidentally involve some being in the dream world, or the soul of another person in the real world.
“But don't worry, this visitor is harmless to you. If you have a dream creature that you like, you can even stay in the dream as a pet.
Therefore, Lin Jie did not panic now, and even observed the behavior of the visitors from the God's point of view with great interest.
He could not help but vomit:
"This guy is really ugly. It felt like a torn-up person was uniting it and kneading its shape, turning it into a humanoid being. It should have been a strange dream monster or killed him quickly, otherwise it would have taken a long time. Nightmares.
"-- I'm dreaming right now, wait, think like this, is this the source of the so-called nightmare? It was a dreamer who attacked in the dreams of ordinary people
Lin Jie while thinking.
However, even though he decided to leave quickly, he did not immediately do so, the behavior of the strange humanoid creature caught his attention.
The man looked terrified, tried to open the door to escape, and fell into contemplation, as if he had wisdom, but that didn't change Lin Jie's thinking. He also wanted to experiment - what his dreams could do.
Of course, if it was a human soul, Lin Jie would definitely wait a while and send it over. After all, by using any part of his body, he knew what would happen to someone who had no soul. He doesn't want to be a murderer for no reason.
"good
Like stopping in front of a bookcase? Lin Jie was startled when he saw a humanoid being take down a book, and his eyes widened: He was actually interested in the celestial scriptures. If this was the case, could he also open a bookstore in his dream to serve - Under the creatures of dreams? Lin Jie's mind didn't continue to expand, he saw that the humanoid dream creature suddenly distorted, like the person in the oil painting "Screaming Inner" - like shouting and shouting, and then like a chai. The pile was ignited similarly, and exploded into a blazing fire and turned into a pile of ash.
Boss Lin, who had just risen ambitiously, blinked his eyes blankly, wondering what had happened.
Under the cover of the night, all the transcendents gathered here due to the dome church gifts were all hibernating at this moment, silently staring at the Destruction-class powerhouse that was emitting a terrifying aura from above.
They're waiting for this one
"Life Harvester"
,
"Dead State"
Waiting for the name of the apostle of the fading moon for revenge.
Everyone knows that the apostate who destroyed the church overnight and killed two apostles is now in an unnamed bookstore not far from there.
The current confrontation was a tacit contest in everyone's eyes.
Once Buck takes action, it will be a battle between gods and gods.
and yet.
A minute passed, five minutes passed, ten minutes, half an hour, and an hour there was a death-like figure standing in the sky above the sky, yet still there was no movement.
"what's going on?
"Mr Buck still didn't do it? Today is almost sunny
"What do you know? Is it so easy to fight at the level of a God? It's just the pattern!
"Impossible, Buck had already planned to take action just now, and even stepped out. How could he suddenly stop for such a long time? Look, he's moving! There was a lot of discussion among the outstanding, and the figure in the sky finally moved.
The fading moon apostle dressed in a black robe trembled out his hand to cover his head, and quietly exhausted all of his power-like wailing.
Then silently, from head to toe, it slowly turned into ashes with a small spark, like a small flame extinguished, in the night sky, the wind blew and nothing was left.
In an instant, the transcendents first had their eyes blunted, and then, throughout the hair salon, a freezing fear gripped their hearts. Embarrassedly, they sat on the ground with their legs upright, and moreover, they simply pulled the legs running.
In silence, fleeing in haste, no one dared to talk about entering the bookstore