The dream had been lying on its stomach - I couldn't move. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Her healing magic can only maintain the physical condition and keep the status quo from deteriorating, and it will be very troublesome if you move around.

After a while, the sound from above gradually thinned out, and finally stopped. For mages, the resistance of the surface stronghold is really nothing.

As for the aid...... Dream knew that those magicians wouldn't have entered through the tunnel entrance. None of them were stupid - even the magic field that would be brought down by the illusion was too dangerous to traverse easily.

Soon, Dream heard the sound of a loose clod of earth from above - digging straight from the ground was the quickest.

The magicians magically held the soil in place on the surface before they began digging - if they happened to dig right above the dream, the dream would have been hit.

"Sure enough, it's here!Hurry down and save Dream-sama!" came the mage's voice from above.

Before he could finish speaking, Phantasmagina saw a fiery red figure jump down - she had only adjusted a little when she landed so as not to fall. Behind her, two other figures followed.

"Dream, whoa, whoa, whoa, what's wrong with you......" Phil cried and ran towards Dreamy - judging from her stance, she probably pounced directly on Dream, right?

"Phil, calm down. Hanjiang walked quickly—flying, to be exact—and grabbed Phil's shoulder, "You might be aggravating Dream's injuries by saying that." ”

"Dream, how are you doing now?" asked Nightwind, "Covered in blood, it looks like you're still conscious, right?"

"It's alright...... But I feel like I'm going to have to rest for a while this time. "This isn't a dream of laziness, is it?"

"Of course not, the body is the most important thing. Han Jiang said as he approached the dream, "It looks like the injury is quite serious, and you can't solve the problem with your own healing magic alone." ”

Even though Han Jiang said that, she didn't rush to use healing magic - different healing spells might not work very well together.

"Dream, why did you do this?How did you get it?Those damn surface people!How could they make you like this!Woo whoa, whoa...... "Phil, who usually looks like a tomboy, is now crying profusely.

"Okay, okay, don't cry...... Dream is fine, just need to be treated......"

A loud bang and a shaking of the ground interrupted Dream's words. Fortunately, the shaking was not very strong, and the wound of the dream did not crack. Dream looked in the direction of the sound—there was a huge figure, much larger than Phil.

Ivers jumped straight from the hole. As he got closer, he saw some blood on his body—both on the surface and on his own.

"Dream-sama, it's too late!" said Ivers, kneeling down on one knee, "I'll carry you out at the bottom!"

"No hurry, no hurry. "How's it going, is the battle going well?"

"It went well!" said Ivers excitedly, "those surface people have no strength to fight back! After breaking through the metal plate, those surface people rushed towards them like crazy! But they are no match for magic at all! Some of them are killed by the mercenaries!

Well...... Looks like there's no room left. I can't stay.