Wizards formed alliances at the edge of reality and illusion, and then used the alliance as a channel to leverage the magical power of the universe. They used the Dream World as a way of training, and then obtained powerful and terrifying abilities in the real world.
Even in the real world, when faced with an unavoidable crisis, the wizards could more or less use the power of the alliance to enter the Dream World for a short period of time, and then escape, achieving the effect of avoiding death similar to teleportation. This was the principle behind Nasira's escape technique, Lizard Tail.
But the monster just now was able to make the mucus stick to Nasira's body, and she could not completely get rid of it even after entering the Dream World. This was terrifying, it was equivalent to the monster's mucus having a certain degree of mental pollution and toxicity.
She quickly ran to the inner wall of a passage and sat down. She panted heavily and quickly took out various things from her pockets. She placed them all on the ground, forming an eye-like pattern.
"Swim," she muttered softly.
The eye-like pattern suddenly moved on its own, drilling into the ground and disappearing.
Boom!!
The passage shook violently, but Nasira was not surprised at all. She knew that the bombs she planted earlier had exploded. Those magic bombs were much more powerful than ordinary bombs, but she did not expect them to be able to stop the monster.
She stood up and was about to continue running forward when a thick tentacle suddenly popped out from behind and smashed her back from the darkness.
Boom! Poof!!
Nasira spat out a mouthful of blood and ran forward, quickly disappearing around the corner.
*****
"What was that!" Kabb's face was solemn, and sweat was faintly dripping from his temples.
He stood in the middle of the camp, vigilantly looking at his subordinates who were in formation. Medis was beside him, and she was also nervous.
In less than ten minutes, someone in the camp suddenly fainted and fell to the ground. This was nothing, but the terrifying thing was that this person's body was rotting like rotten meat while he was unconscious. The surface of his skin was like a rag, and there were hollow air-dried wounds everywhere. Through the wounds, one could see the shriveled muscles inside, and there was not even a drop of blood seeping out. Four or five people who fainted died silently.
This made Kabb and the others immediately alert.
Immediately, they found that there seemed to be something like a black thread constantly wandering in the camp, and whenever it found a gap, it would drill into people's skin.
Only after a few people madly fired at it did they manage to break it into several pieces.
"Bring it back to the laboratory to study its composition," Kabb ordered. After confirming that there were no more abnormalities, he took out a handkerchief to wipe off his sweat.
"Then what about the secret of the combat club?" Medis slowly let out a sigh of relief and asked softly.
"Continue with the preparation plan."
Ah!!!
Suddenly, a scream came from the direction of the patrol team outside the forest.
"Who is it!" Bang bang bang!! A burst of gunfire followed by the sound of grenades exploding.
In the forest at night, several black shadows were entangled with the elite members of the Bailey Group who were guarding the forest.
"It's the Nighthawks! Retreat!! "A patrol captain shouted.
Kabb was immediately surrounded by a large group of people. His eyelids twitched violently as he carefully looked outside. However, he could only see his patrol members falling to the ground one by one.
The black shadows were dashing towards them at an extremely fast speed.
Among them, the black shadow at the front came under the illumination of the campsite's light. His figure was revealed to be an ordinary young man. However, he was dressed in black from head to toe and had a decisive and ruthless temperament.
"How dare you spy on my combat club's transport team … Bailey Group, how dare you!" The man wore black metal gloves on both of his hands. There were sharp metal spikes on his fists which looked unusually ferocious. There was even a little bit of blood on it.
"Retreat!" Kabb ordered decisively. He recognized this man.
Xander, the first batch of elite members of the combat club. He once killed several people in the face of firearms before disappearing. Now, it seemed that he had become even stronger and more ruthless.
Kabb lowered his body and quietly left the crowd under Medis's cover. He got into a small car that was disguised. After closing the car door and windows, he heaved a sigh of relief.
"What a strong sense of vigilance!" He wiped off his sweat. The car quickly started silently and sped away. As for the rest of the people, as long as they split up, the enemy would not be able to catch up with them. Moreover, there would be a large group of people following behind them. Now that the combat club was lacking in manpower, Xander alone would not be of much help.
"However, the more tightly guarded it is, the more important that thing is!" Kabb's eyes flashed. "It's just nice that the group of people we just trained can all be brought here to test the effect."
Medis threw the tissue she used to wipe her sweat into the trash bin and loosened her bow tie.
"I'll inform them immediately."
"If the information from the Primary Colors is accurate, then Xander is indeed the only one here. The rest of the people have been sent out to do other things. Now is our best chance to get that thing. "Kabb said softly. "We can inform Gremlin and the Primary Colors. Let's do it together. When the time comes, we'll split it in half."
He knew very well that just a little Secret Technique technique could increase his strength by so much. If he really obtained the original Secret Technique manual, then the increase would be terrifying …
"Immediately mobilize all the people that can be mobilized. I don't believe that we can't get it!!" He clenched his teeth and his eyes flashed fiercely.
"Then I'll call them back too?" Medis probed. The last time they ambushed the Nighthawks, the mercenary group under their group suffered heavy losses. After that, the Nighthawks and the combat club kept chasing after them and taking revenge. If they were to be mobilized now, it might cause the entire group to be wiped out.
"Yes! As long as we can get the thing, I'll offer a reward of twenty million euros! I don't believe it!! "Kabb clenched his teeth.
"We won't be able to make it in a short time."
"It's okay. They won't be able to come back in a short time. As long as the thing is on the way, we can stop it anytime!"
The two of them didn't notice that in the forest beside their car, there was a black figure standing silently. The figure had blood red eyes and a round black hat, quietly watching the car leave.
"What's wrong? Did you discover anything new? "A female voice came from behind the figure.
"It's an interesting discovery. The convoy here seems to be transporting something important to the combat club. It was discovered by this group of humans and they plan to intercept it." The black figure spoke in authentic Berlin German.
"This human organization is very mysterious …" The female voice said softly. "Right now, their leader Garon is fighting with Wellington. We just received news that this person's strength is very terrifying. If we meet him, we have to retreat immediately."
"Oh?" The black figure was suddenly interested. "Did I hear wrongly … We are upper-level Blood Breeds. They want us to retreat?"
"Weidi and Yeludo almost died." The female voice said in a low voice.
The black figure seemed to be stunned, or maybe he didn't know how to react at all.
"Are you kidding?" He asked. "Yeludo's strength is even stronger than mine. He almost died?!"
"That's what the news said. I don't know the details. Didn't the leader tell us to come over and investigate? Didn't that show his attitude? "The woman said seriously.
"That's surprising …" The black figure shook his head slightly. "Now that you mention it, I'm more interested in the thing that the convoy is transporting. Let's go take a look? "
"Mm."
The black figure sneered and slowly faded on the spot, slowly disappearing.
*****
"Those who enter the garden can't escape death …" AG gently touched the writing on the wall. It was written in ancient German and had been carved on the wall for god knows how many years.
He continued to touch it and looked at it with the help of the firelight.
"No one can escape the curse of the Knell. Repent, sinner!" AG's expression did not change as he read the words one by one. His expression didn't change, as if he was thinking about something.
"Anil's Garden?" He had studied this secret place before. This was a sealed space with an infinite loop. If he couldn't find a way out, he would never be able to get out.
Ah!!!
Suddenly, a scream came from the tunnel in front of him. It seemed to be from the Thousand-Legged Serpent!
AG's face tensed up. He put down his hand and his body moved forward more than ten meters as if he was floating. Moving forward more than ten meters, he quickly approached the source of the sound.
"According to the distance of the sound, this is indeed the source of the sound …"
Stopping, AG looked at the empty black tunnel in front of him. There were two forks in front of him. On the stone wall of the fork, there was a three-headed, six-armed, and three-eyed humanoid relief. The relief looked like a man and a woman. The head in the middle looked down angrily. The six hands were holding six items: a water bottle, a ring, a battle axe, a ribbon, a short dagger, and a long stick.
Unbeknownst to him, a cluster of invisible distortions silently rose from the ground behind him. This cluster of distortions slowly expanded and opened up like a giant mouth, slowly approaching him.
AG, on the other hand, was still looking up at the sculpture, as if he had thought of something important.
*****
"We're back to square one." Garon frowned as he looked at the big hole he made in the wall.
'This is the infinite loop space. Without the technology of a higher dimension, you will never be able to get out of here.' Black Sethe explained. 'Unfortunately, these methods don't exist in my memory. There are only a few traces. Obviously, it's because my memory is incomplete.'
"A higher dimension? Something like the Klein Bottle? "Garon stood still.
'Klein Bottle? What's that? '
Garon suddenly remembered that this was a physical concept from Earth.
"Nothing."
There was a dark tunnel in front and behind him. On the left and right were the big holes he tried to make in the wall. There were small piles of stone fragments on the ground.
"Maybe someone else can think of a way." Garon felt that he didn't know anything about these methods.
'Then let's continue forward. Try to break the tunnel left and right and see if there's another tunnel.' Black Sethe suggested. 'If there's no other way, try to destroy this place. There might be a chance.'
"That's the only way."
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