Along with the solidification of the light and shadow, the contours of the silhouette appeared vividly in his eyes.
An Abyss Devil with a pair of spiraling horns on his head appeared in front of them, shrouded in Abyss black energy.
Four meters tall, purple skin, bulging muscles, a pair of skeletal bat wings, and a pair of glowing crimson eyes. It was a terrifying demon.
Roar!
A terrifying roar came from the demon's direction.
Freud had never seen a demon like this before. Even though he knew it wasn't real, he still couldn't help but take several steps back.
"A goat-horned demon?" Rein rubbed his chin. "Nice looking, but I can't sense any energy signature. Why does it look like an illusion? "
Sumesh chuckled. "Mister Rein, it's not an illusion. I used my Membrane of Rhythm to create it —"
Before Sumesh could finish, Rein walked up to the goat-horned demon and poked it with his index finger. The goat-horned demon shriveled like a deflated balloon.
The goat-horned demon bent down with a constipated expression, and then disappeared with a large number of flashes of light.
Rein clicked his tongue.
Sumesh's words froze on the tip of his tongue.
"Anything that doesn't contain any energy can destroy it. You're not good at illusions."
Sumesh's chest tightened a little when he heard Sunders' last shot.
"How can it be an illusion?" Sumesh asked. I used my Membrane of Rhythm. That's impossible. Let me see … "
Sumesh furrowed his brows and began to study the runes.
Several minutes later, Sumesh tried to create a new life using his Membrane of Rhythm. Colorful light flowed out, and a giant silhouette appeared.
When the light disappeared, a ten-meter-tall baby Lava Troll with lava flowing all over its body appeared in front of them.
His aura was still surging, and his red eyes flashed with a brutal light.
However, before the Lava Troll could display its brutal characteristics, Rhine walked up to it again.
This time, Rein didn't touch the Lava Troll. He didn't even look at it carefully. Instead, he looked down at the ground where the Lava Troll was standing.
Even though there were no Dream Plant Fairies in the vicinity, the ground itself had a thin layer of weeds.
The Lava Troll's feet, which were covered in orange lava, stepped on the grass, but it didn't cause any damage to the grass. Not to mention setting the weeds on fire, even though he was clearly stepping on them, the weeds didn't even bend from the pressure.
Rein didn't say anything, but his eyes said it all.
Sumesh noticed Rhine's gaze as well. "I-I … I don't know what's going on …" He stammered awkwardly. Let me try again. "
Sumesh wanted to summon the Lava Golem back, but a gust of wind blew past him, and the Lava Golem trembled and collapsed.
"Heh." Sunders chuckled.
This time, not to mention the touch of the material world, even a light breeze could take it away. This illusion couldn't even be considered as a beginner apprentice.
Sumesh pondered for a moment.
"Were the previous two a little too big?" Freud spoke in a low voice. "Dream wizards always create life forms from small ones. The bigger they are, the more complicated they become."
That makes sense. Sumesh listened to Freud's words.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he summoned another ray of light.
The ray turned into a small demon, which was a bone-winged demon commonly seen in the surface layer of the Abyss. It was thin and only a little taller than one meter. It looked like a newborn demon. Compared to the other two demons, this one looked a little shabby.
Rein glanced at the demon and didn't say anything.
The demon was still floating in the air, and the wind was still blowing.
Under the gentle breeze, the Bone-Winged Demon didn't change at all. It still looked normal.
Sumesh's eyes gleamed. Did he succeed?
"So you're asking whether a bone-winged demon can handle the wind?" Sunders mocked.
Sunders didn't do anything, but the winged demon disappeared from the sky without a sound.
The others didn't know what happened, but Angor did. Sunders only used one percent of the number of rails in the area, and the demon was already affected and disappeared.
"What did I do wrong?" Sumesh muttered in a daze.
"Don't bring out the demon from your Nightmare Domain. This is the dream wasteland. We don't need the projection of the Abyss. Besides, you're just a normal human with some ability in the dream wasteland. You're no different from the Dream Realm residents. You can't even compare to the Demon Hunters. You haven't even built the foundation yet.
Sunders didn't know how the Membrane of Rhythm worked, but he had inherited two different powers. He knew that it was impossible to reach the top in one go. He had to start from the most basic of laws and develop it step by step.
However, it would be a different story if he gave the power of Membrane of Rhythm to the dream wasteland itself.
After all, humans were only humans. They were limited by their horizons and knowledge.
Sumesh lowered his head and obeyed Sunders' instruction.
Next, Sumesh decided to start from the very beginning. He abandoned his obsession with the demon in his Nightmare Domain and began to study the basic laws.
However, he still couldn't figure out anything after half an hour.
Suddenly, Angor, who was immersed in the Tree of Authority, sensed something.
A gray mushroom appeared in his hand.
As soon as the mushroom appeared, Angor was enlightened. More mushrooms of various colors quickly appeared around him, covering the ground.
Unlike the mushrooms in the real world, these mushrooms didn't stay still. They began to run around Angor with their legs made of mycelium.
The unique smell of the mushrooms also attracted the attention of the others.
"Hey, are these mushrooms?" Rhine curiously picked up a running mushroom from the ground. At first, he thought it was an illusion, but when he held it in his hand, he realized that not only did the mushroom have a solid body, it also had the instinct to escape after being caught. It struggled and tried to jump to the ground.
Rein rubbed the mushroom in his hand and sniffed it from time to time. The wonderful smell made him drool.
The mushroom looked at Rein and shivered. It didn't dare to move.
"Interesting." Rein felt the movement of the mushroom in his hand and wondered.
Sunders and Freud also picked up a mushroom and began to observe it. Even Sumesh's attention was drawn to the mushroom.
After observing for a while, they couldn't find any signs of "illusion" at all.
It was a real mushroom. Rein tore off a strand of mycelium and ate it.
"How did you do it?" Rein asked while chewing slowly.
Sunders was also curious about how Angor did it. According to Sunders, in order to create a new life in the dream wasteland, he or she would have to learn something about it first. Only by understanding, deciphering, and unraveling the dream wasteland could he or she control it.
Did Angor already know how to create mushrooms in such a short time? Did he already know how to make mushrooms?
Sunders thought about the mushrooms Angor brought back from the Heart of Sinners and believed that the answer was possible.
But that wasn't the case.
"I'm just trying it out. Based on the underlying logic collected by the tree civilization, I added some information to the Rhythmic Membrane."
Angor didn't know what was going on. However, he had borrowed the tree civilization's information collection on the dream wilderness and used this layer of logic to push the Rhythmic Membrane.
In other words, Angor didn't create the mushroom. Instead, he used the information stored by the tree civilization to create the mushroom.
To put it bluntly, the native consciousness of the dream wasteland used Angor's help to create the Membrane of Rhythm.
Since Angor had the Tree of Authority, he was considered the medium.
"I see." Sunders nodded. It would be difficult for a single human to create a new life, even if it was an unreal dream life filled with logical loopholes and illusions. However, it was much easier to leave it to the world itself.
For example, if Freud inherited the power of "Weather Change", he would have to spend several years studying it just to make a small area rain. Without enough research, he wouldn't be able to change the weather of the entire world.
Right now, the dream wasteland's day and night, warmth and coldness, summer and winter, all looked very real. There were no traces of intentional manipulation. This was also because the changes in the heavens were controlled by the will of the land and not man-made.
Angor didn't let the native consciousness control the Rhythmic Membrane directly, but it was still an indirect control.
Of course, the effect was much better than that of an ordinary person.
"So that's how you give the authority to the native consciousness," Freud commented.
Angor glanced at Freud. He wasn't surprised that Freud would suddenly use the word "AFK". Jon would occasionally use some of these words in the tree group, and some of them were acceptable. However, due to the nature of different civilizations, there weren't many words that could be used. Still, there were some words such as "go online, go offline, log in, AFK", which all revolved around the dream wasteland or the tree group. Therefore, they were all accepted and widely used.
"You can say that," Angor said.
"If that's the case, can you give full control to the native consciousness? That way, the dream wasteland will be filled with life even faster." Freud asked curiously.
Rein nodded in agreement. "Sumesh is useless anyway. He's already profited from repairing his Nightmare Domain."
Sumesh didn't know what to say.
Angor shook his head. "Not now."
The newly spawned creatures were attached to the native consciousness, but Angor had to participate in the entire process as a medium. In other words, Angor couldn't go offline if he wanted to keep spawning creatures.
Also, he had to be restricted by the energy field.
Apart from that, the tree civilization had to provide the underlying logic. However, the tree civilization didn't have enough information to create more dream creatures.
Angor didn't know what the newly spawned creatures were, what they could do, and whether they would be a threat or a friend. For example, Angor didn't know that the mushroom was a mushroom before it appeared.
Of course, these restrictions could be slowly removed by controlling the information provided by the Membrane of Rhythm. But that wasn't Angor's job right now. Sumesh, the true controller of the wasteland, should do it.
Everyone, except Sumesh, sighed in relief after hearing Angor's explanation.
If the Membrane of Rhythm could be attached to the mother tree civilization and let the native consciousness participate in its construction, what about the other authorities? For example, "Energy Selection" and "Energy Level Limitation".
Now, Sunders had already established the energy attribute of the wasteland — virtual mana.
Even if he let the native consciousness participate in the construction, it would still be based on virtual mana.
The only downside was that the construction of the energy structure would take a long time since Sunders was the only one involved.
Sunders decided that he would try it out with Angor later. If it worked, with the participation of the native will, the effect on the energy level structure of the dream wasteland would be greatly improved.
Since Sumesh still didn't make any progress, everyone could only ask Angor about the Membrane of Rhythm's effect.
Angor didn't know much about it himself. The only thing he could do now was to act as an excellent medium and allow the native consciousness to create more and more dream creatures.
In just half an hour, a large number of dream creatures appeared in the wasteland.
Most of them were mushrooms that could run and jump. There were also a few other creatures. It was worth mentioning that most of the new dream creatures were just ordinary creatures. Under the influence of the tree civilization's information, they seemed to be living in a cycle of life and death.
Even for herbivorous beasts, including insects, the process of devouring plants was also a form of transmission to plants.
Generally speaking, the tree civilization's basic logic was to strengthen itself.
Aside from Sumesh, no one else was able to see anything. After all, these Dreamworld beings were still illusory and not real.
In the end, they had to give up.
When they were about to leave, Sumesh suddenly spoke up, "Wait, ever since I took over the authority, I've been feeling that something is calling me from that direction."
Sumesh paused. "No, it's not calling me. It's the Membrane of Rhythm."
Sumesh's expression was one of confusion. He had no idea what was going on.
Angor and Freud exchanged a glance and saw the same answer in each other's eyes.
"Someone has a high degree of compatibility with the Membrane of Rhythm."
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