Nightmare’s Call

Holy Spirit Palace.

Lin Shengduan sat on the supreme throne and closed his eyes slowly.

His consciousness gradually sank into his deepest heart. Relax, soothe, and become silent.

He hadn't experienced it for a long, long time, and felt when he entered the dream.

Since he was an ordinary person, he has always relied on dreams to explore everything and get everything.

Countless pieces of knowledge he obtained from dreams.

In fact, in the dream world, only intangible things such as knowledge can be obtained.

Even if it is divine, it is essentially a perception of realm and power, a collection of information, not an entity. That's why it can be transmitted through consciousness and soul.

Lin Sheng felt himself, his body seemed to fall from a height, and it seemed to fall into some lake surface.

The whole body began to be covered with some warm, soft substance.

I don't know how long it has been.

He slowly opened his eyes.

He had stood in front of the giant pillar of God.

The towering twisted black pillars continue to squirm like living creatures.

On the dark red ground around, there are still traces left by him when he broke through.

But the golden red humanoid and the abuser Aisha disappeared.

"It's okay to get rid of Aisha with my current strength, but I'm afraid it will be very difficult to kill her." Lin Sheng thought about it and judged.

If Aisha can still play all of her divinity, it will be difficult for him to defeat her.

Thinking of this, he took out of his arms the rapid divinity that had been blocked by the protection.

It was a piece of hair that he nourished with nourishing power.

He had incorporated the fast and divine nature into this hair. And this hair, which was originally black, also turned light gray with the divine integration.

Before he came into contact with divinity, he didn't feel anything special.

It seems different now.

He just felt his finger on the hair and felt a lot of complex information.

These information are merely the aggregation of itself, which has the effect of affecting the existence of external matter.

Can be described as abnormal.

"So ... absorb." Lin Sheng stretched out his hand and squeezed it, and his hair broke instantly, a gray shadow flew out of it, and penetrated into the skin of his palm.

He closed his eyes and stood still. Digesting a lot of fast divinity absorbed.

Silently, his perception of speed rose rapidly.

Divinity is essentially a soul gift.

Absorbing other divinities is to observe and perceive other existing soul talents.

The middle is naturally lossy, and there are many.

After all, the soul talent of others is naturally best suited to the body and soul of others. If you get 100% pure, you definitely cannot have 100% strength.

The extent to which the divine is absorbed depends on the perception and fit.

Lin Shengsuo's **** perception is pretty good, his absorption is high, and he is also a divine creature of the same height. The various power systems that he was involved in before are numerous.

After all, it is a man who has absorbed tens of thousands of souls. He is not bad in terms of wisdom.

In a blink of an eye, Lin Sheng realized that he had absorbed 50% of the speed and divinity.

The remaining part is mostly inconsistent with him and cannot be used. It is a part that belongs to Siprous alone and can only be put on hold.

Unless you encounter the same ethnic creatures as Cypros, maybe you can use waste at that time.

After feeling 50% of the speed and divinity, Lin Sheng began to adjust his body, mind, and soul according to the principles.

This adjustment is a natural sublimation.

As long as the understanding is fully in place and the divine height is reached, the soul will naturally produce some magical and qualitative changes.

"It takes a while for the soul to transform, and it is during this time that you can explore other places in the Pillar of God ..."

It was just that the thought in his heart had not been put into action. Lin Sheng suddenly felt that the surrounding area began to gradually darken and darken.

In the distance, an indescribable darkness of death was spreading rapidly towards his location.

"This is ......!" Lin Sheng frowned.

He hadn't encountered the coercion of this dream for a long time.

I thought I would never meet again.

"Are you still here?" He stood still, staring right.

Just looking at the huge pillar of magic in front of him, he still had a touch of regret,

There are a lot of things to explore and excavate in the Pentacle. Such as the abuser Aisha, such as the wish portal, such as other clues left by Anseria. For another example, how powerful is the demigod?

It is a powerful existence that can persist in the Kuroshio for a long time without being eroded.

Today, has it been eroded or is it dead?

Originally Lin Sheng also wanted to explore one by one clearly.

But the immense darkness in front of him reminded him again that he was still dreaming.

After all, this is just a dream ...

"Hopefully, I will come back and find out the truth about everything ..." he murmured.

call!

The infinite darkness instantly straddled the pillar of God, drowned him.

He still has so many divinities ...

The darkness slowly immersed.

This is not the Kuroshio, but just the darkness created by Lin Sheng's own senses.

It's like closing your eyes and turning off the darkness of vision.

He seemed to be disconnected from this dream. When perception is not adjusted for a while, it shows such complete darkness.

"Next, what kind of dream?"

He was looking forward.

Time passes slowly.

One minute.

Two minutes.

five minutes.

ten minutes.....

at last.

A fuzzy wall full of metal and steel texture appeared beside him.

The walls are covered with dense gray veins like blood vessels, like electrical circuits, and like anything else.

Immediately afterwards, the darkness around them faded away and dissipated.

Lin Sheng blinked, and then he could see where he was.

He was standing in a closed, dark surveillance room.

Just three meters away from him, there are three large and two small electronic screens. There were snowflakes flashing from above.

No picture.

Lin Sheng looked at the screen, turned his gaze, and looked elsewhere.

Surrounded by a semi-circular arc table, made of black all-metal, there are a lot of buttons and keyboard switches with unclear functions.

Computer-like screens of different sizes, one after the other, were neatly placed on the table and no one cared.

In the surrounding room, there are switches and warning lights flashing green like breathing on the wall.

The ground is full of thick dust, and the workbench is full of scattered documents and pens and papers. It seems that no one has organized them for a long time.

Lin Sheng stepped forward, reached for a document, and glanced at it.

It's all unrecognized text, totally unrecognizable.

"It seems to be the old rule, you have to find the aborigines here first, otherwise you don't want to understand the origin of this place."

Lin Sheng looked around and found a location similar to the hatch and strode over.

Just as he approached, he faintly heard the slight sound of playing the piano from outside the door.

It was a guitar-like, clear stringed sound.

A sound echoed outside, looking lonely and indifferent.