87_87643 A gust of wind blew, and the sporadic and still burning flames on the cave wall were sucked out", judging from the movement trajectory of the fire from existence to nothing, it seemed that there was a demon hiding in the depths of the cave that was pumping deeply, and in one bite, all the flames left over from the fireball technique were sucked into his mouth, and they were extinguished without a trace.

The darkness began to overflow through the tunnel, and the mixed air solidified into a clammy and cold mass, slowly approaching Forty-Seven and the others.

Something peeped into the darkness - Moriel was in a similar situation when he awoke from his slumber as a child, looking at the strange and terrifying surroundings in the dark night, the ghostly furniture that was faithfully reflected in his vision but automatically distorted by his mind, and felt tremble like an arrow into his heart. Kairo behind her moved a little uneasily, but the metal scale armor of the dragon under her was still cold, according to human standards, the four ** were not even sweating.

Morrill pulled a crossbow from his quiver on his leg and turned it in his hand, and the short arrow glowed like a torch that illuminated a small area around it. Then, with a flick of the mage's hand, the arrow flew into the dark fog ahead with a "whoosh" as if it had been fired from a real crossbow.

The bolt with the "Light Technique" only flashed and disappeared into the darkness, briefly like a meteor, without even the sound of hitting a wall or falling to the ground.

But fleeting light is enough. The smallest stone thrown into the water will cause ripples, which has already alarmed the predators lurking in the shadows. It gave up on using the environment to hide its form, hissing and screaming as it lifted itself—like the sound of snakes in heat rubbing against each other as their scales intertwined. Like a file, it has been grinding into the most primitive soul under rational thinking, and the direct listener can hardly bear it, and a layer of goosebumps explodes all over his body.

Morriel caught a glimpse of the thing cut out of the darkness, and he couldn't help but shudder all over his body. If daytime creatures such as humans always have an instinctive fear of the night, then the behemoth monster that appears in front of them is undoubtedly the truest embodiment of this fear.

The monster's massive, bloated, ghostly form slid down the rock. It crawled around the reef like a deft swimming fish. The details of its form seem to change from moment to moment, even if the eyes are staring at it without blinking, and the scene seen in the last second is not the same as in this second - but all of them are hideous visions that can only be experienced in nightmares, as if it were not entirely in reality, but that a part of it has penetrated into the minds of the observers, fabricating their senses and inserting the nightmare trap they have invented into all the real things.

The female mage commanded herself to remain calm with the concentration nerves characteristic of an arcane practitioner, capturing the creature's unspeakable normal, but largely steady—a gray, swollen, vague xenomorph with eight arms. The end of the limbs was either clawed or clawed, and the torso of a snake stretched backwards into the dark depths, almost entrenched in the tunnel as if it were its own lair, covered with sharp horns and scales, and tens of millions of slender worms writhed and sizzled in between, and in the depths of a bloody mouth with sharp teeth, there was countless cruelty waiting for the victims to savor.

"Dream chrysalis. Kylo whispered a name that even Morriel couldn't pronounce accurately.

Morriel chewed on the word. Savor its antiquity, horror ...... By the way, how did Kyro know what this thing was called?

She didn't wait to think about it. There was a shock under him, and Forty-Seven had already begun to act. He took two steps forward, but it wasn't as quiet and unsoothing as the chrysalis. The dragon's long tail swept across the rock wall, shaking down a lot of dust and rubble like a light rain.

The dream chrysalis also turned abruptly. The translucent body of a python passes through a rock as easily as a bird passes through a cloud. Its mouth was wide open, and it was impossible to see where its eyes were, but it was as if every maggot wriggling on it had a soul. Full of pain and resentment, he stared viciously at Forty-Seven, who was also eyeing him, hoping to draw him into despair and add a touch of comfort to his eternal torment.

The two behemoths faced each other for a few moments from a dozen paces apart, and then launched their first tentative attack almost simultaneously. One of the horn spikes that protruded like spears on the forty-seven iron wings broke away and fired, the trailing tail flame and the reflection of the missile itself making it look like thunder and lightning thrown by the gods. The spear of steel instantly pierced through the huge body of the dream chrysalis, bursting into a burst of flames on its body, and in half a second, it spread and expanded into a large surging fiery red cloud, greedily devouring the internal organs torn apart by the hot metal shards and the screaming worms attached to it, almost blasting it in two.

The chrysalis let out a terrifying howl of terror that no hearing creature could bear. Sharp sound waves vibrated the air, and the chrysalis changed shape in the increasingly miserable echoes of repeated reflections, spreading and twisting along the spreading flamestorm, turning into many terrifying images that could only be glimpsed in the deepest nightmares.

Although Kyro ducked his head behind Moriel, the corner of his eye still leaked into the sinuous form of a nightmar chrysalis. And then the girl saw them all—they were like light through the cracks, swarming in and imprinting onto her retina.

Carrot couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and couldn't describe what she saw. The living darkness enveloped her, and countless cold and empty eyes seemed to be a bottomless abyss, and out of the deep darkness stretched out strips of unclear but disgusting mollusks sucking and crawling strokes, with an impatient hunger and thirst to tear her into countless pieces, sinking into the dark nightmare and falling down endlessly. The only thing you can see is the horror and hopelessness of the darkness of the heart, and the only thing you can hear is the muttering of the scattered ...... This is the despair she had tasted and experienced, and reawakened the magnified dream of suffering.

The darkness rolled over Kairo, and the girl didn't even have time to scream.

Morrill closed his eyes tightly and grasped the long thorn on the nape of Forty-Seven's neck. Hold your mind against the chrysalis illusion attacks, and keep the supernatural horrors it brings out of your mind. She had already cast defensive spells to protect herself and Kyro from instantaneous attacks, but she wasn't sure if the power of magic would stop the nightmare invasion created by the chrysalis weave - she closed her eyes and didn't avoid seeing what the chrysalis wanted her to see.

Thousands of losers, imprisoned in the karmic fires of hell and burning the wailing souls. They struggled, arms outstretched, and they vied to tell each other about their suffering, trying to grasp Moriel's red robe with withered fingertips, taking her body and soul, and their faces were inhuman but familiar with the torment. It wasn't until the souls were jostling together, and the faces were pressed down in a swirling vortex, that Morriel made a discovery.

All the faces are her own.

The chrysalis stretched like a black curtain of its size, and even the dragon-form forty-seven was covered in it. Death, embodied death is depicted on the curtain, and the shining steel dragon scales reflect a variety of different images of the dream chrysalis, one after another the dead grimace smiling and surrounding the forty-seven, the flames. burst

The ions were destroyed by the torrent, shattered into dust by the roar and crushing, the distant stars were lost, and the purgatory battlefield that unfolded on the city-like starship turned into a hazy mist, leaving only wreckage in the shadows, tangled together and molded into tombstones, which made no sense for him to cover the coffin for the rest of his life. Initiate a desolate and dead taunt.

The dragon flapped its wings, whipping up a wind that shook the entire wide tunnel. Wrapped in the storm, the sand and rocks crackled and flew everywhere, and the smoke and dust were pushed out into a solid gray wall by the roaring waves. Not only did it dispel the dark forms scattered by the dream, but it even made countless large and small pits and pockmarks on the rocks.

If there is no meaning, there is no meaning. The terrifying spectacle of dreams may frighten any battle-hardened veteran, because it can search for the deepest fears in the victim's mind like a precise scanner, dig them out and analyze them, and create imaginary and terrible predators against them, if you are afraid of death. Then when you see the chrysalis you also see death, and it is so close to you, so close that it seems to be close to your throat. Breathe instead of you.

But for Forty-Seven, who was always a machine at heart, the nightmare was at best a little bit of a surprise to him. Joy, anger, sorrow, even if he has been trying to express these feelings in imitation, in fact, it is still the operation of the reactor that drives his operation, the pulses of magnetic waves, the unhurried output of endless energy flows, and the violent oscillations generated by the roar of the engine flow into the massive metal parts in the body that perform their duties and work in an orderly manner, firmly organizing them and activating them into an indestructible whole...... When this qiē was ready, the program erupted with the roaring thunder of the mad god that it had been given at birth.

The tremor woke Morriel from his trance. She activated the magic contained in the spell ring, and flew backwards away from Forty-Seven with Kairo, who was still a little dazed. Torrents of steel rushed under them, and Forty-Seven had leapt out and pounced in front of the chrysalis.

Like two trains colliding together, steel pushing flesh, blazing fire tearing through the dark shadows that swirled like clouds, and the warring sides rained down on each other in an instant. The dream of regaining the eight-clawed monster swirled around forty-seven spikes, and all the claws clamped onto him and began to tear, and the strength was surprisingly great, even the forty-seven adamantite armor scales were scratched through, and fireworks-like sparks of lightning erupted from the cracks.

The electric light quickly spread to the forty-seven bodies. He held his head high, and lightning snakes scrambled out of his body, swimming and jumping around him, forming a blue-and-white super grid.

Lightning sliced through the chrysalis like a sword. The monster curled up into a soft and swollen body like a sea anemone, and the worms that swarmed on its body were scorched in large numbers, turning into gray-black scum and shedding dust, and had to let go of the violently discharged Forty-Seven to get out of the way for a while, and at the same time spewed out a colorful cone-shaped rainbow light from its mouth, much larger than the rainbow jet spell that Moriel had once cast, enveloping half of the dragon's body in a rainbow of light with different magical effects attached to each color. But only the sizzling acid had a slight effect on him, and the rest of the light only shone in the cavern for a moment before being swallowed up by the flaming dragon's breath that counterattacked. The raging tongues of fire melted the rock formations, and intertwined with the lightning to produce an incredibly violent reaction, triggering a series of explosions, forcing the chrysalis to intensify the rainbow spout while continuing to retreat deeper into the tunnel.

Even with the protection of the magic shield, the rainbow beams of light flying in all directions and the billowing and rising hellfire still caused Moriel a lot of trouble. After all, the additional effects of the Dream Chrysalis's attacks were too many, and the power of the flames spewed out by Forty-Seven was too strong. The dazzling light of fire surrounded her and Kyro, their faces illuminated, fireballs rolling outside the protective shield and in their eyes, bursting in all directions, devouring the rainbow beams and burning them into clusters of brilliant fireworks.

Forty-Seven clearly didn't need her help...... The female mage remembered a question.

"Kairo, how do you know what this monster is called?" Morriel didn't think Kairo had seen the name "Dream Chrysalis" from a bedside storybook.

"I, I don't know......" Kyro stroked his head in annoyance, "It'...... It suddenly appeared, as if someone was lying in my ear and telling me. ”

Moriel couldn't help but look at Kairo a few more times, a little worried in his heart, as if he vaguely sensed something.

"Sister Moriel, be careful!" said Kyro, who suddenly exclaimed, once again spotting something strange before Moriel.

The rock walls near them shook and swirled silently—the stones were deformed like soft mud, and a mass of writhing worms sprung up from the gray rocks, and in the center of them was a giant mouth with a sharp beak full of cruel teeth.

Another nightmarital chrysalis burst out of their flanks and through the wall, its mouth wide enough to bite and chew them together, and so fast that the female mage was not ready to resist.

The sudden Void Fist slammed down on the back of the same Void Monster, and the powerful impact forced it to change course and pass under Moriel's feet, falling headlong into the ground covered in boiling ashes. The force field fist didn't do much damage to the dream chrysalis, it rolled over and rushed back. The magic fist dutifully stood between the mistress and her opponent, spreading its fingers to try to grab it, while the chrysalis met it and slammed into its palm, quickly distorting the power creation.

Forty-Seven's claws did the magic giant a great favor. He rushed over, re-slipped the dream into the mud with a single swing, and then swept it away with a veritable "dragon tail swing" - the sound of the wind blowing through the canyon sounded again, and the stream of fiery particle energy gathered into his throat, ready to give his enemies another baptism of purgatory.

He coughed. The smoke erupted from between the mouth and nose, forming a mushroom-shaped cloud of smoke that hit the roof of the cave before dissipating. It wasn't because his vent was blocked, but because he found that the two dream chrysalis had escaped as fast as they could into the rock.

The second dream chrysalis launched a sneak attack, which turned out to be just to rescue his companion who was chased and beaten by Forty-Seven.

"They also know how to encircle Wei to save Zhao?" Forty-seven did not pursue, even if he didn't have to take care of the two women, he didn't have the ability to escape like Tuxingsun.

"Presumably this is the devil that Bryant is talking about. Morriel and Kyro fell back on Forty-Seven's back and sat down between his wings, "Looks like they've made this a nest...... And it's not hospitable. Let's go. ”

I don't know if it's because of the repulsion of the dream chrysalis, the next journey has become less complicated. Breaking through several layers of stone walls that were collapsing or about to collapse, they finally saw the gray-white sky again