Nightmare's Call

Chapter 114

Well

Lin Sheng felt that a lot of confused memories poured into his mind.

Different from the previous two dreams, the memory absorbed this time was completely unexpected.

The picture is chaotic, the sound is chaotic, and there is hardly any formed image information. All the memories are like overturned fuel cans, messy and unrecognizable.

The only slightly complete memory is a vague idea. That idea seems to be the only persistent obsession in this person's heart.

It's like the last piece of land in the sea of chaos that hasn't sunk. It represents the existence of the last order.

Lin Sheng carefully sifted out the idea, and ignored the rest.

There is only a little thought left, but also a little message.

"Find the stripping magic array left by Xie IgE in the third dungeon.

Only the stripping magic array that can extract the original blood from any creature can strip the chaotic blood from me.

That's the only way I can survive... "

That's all that's left of this obsession. The rest became a chaotic, illogical mosaic.

"Hagrid?" Lin Sheng recalled and read the name from his memory.

It seems to be just a pronunciation.

The idea in this person's memory is just an idea information, without specific language. So it can be understood by him.

But other pictures don't speak.

This time, the dream doesn't seem to be written in ancient Rennes. It's another language he's never been in.

At this time, the body of the robed man leaned against the corner of the wall, half sitting still, dead to death.

Lin Sheng went forward and searched him a few times. Find a silver key, a small glass bottle containing silver powder, and a vague scroll.

"In this guy's impression, the stripping magic array seems to be able to directly strip its original blood from any existence and turn it into pure blood crystal. It seems like a good thing

Lin Sheng put everything away and put it back into the black cloth bag of the robe man. Then he pulled the bag off and tied it to himself.

After killing the man in the robe, Lin Sheng felt that his physical strength was exhausted. He took a rest in place.

A moment later, he got up and went on.

Soon another team of three heavily armored soldiers appeared.

Without saying a word, Lin Sheng took the lead to solve the three heavily armored soldiers.

This time, he finally absorbed the soul fragment of a soldier.

In the soldier's mind, most of them were confused, only a little memory was barely clear.

From this memory, Lin Sheng reluctantly knew that this place was called the fairy dungeon.

One day, a powerful court mage named Xie Yige suddenly appeared here. He brought a powerful magic array called stripping magic array.

This kind of magic array can be used to strip all kinds of ancient blood from the prisoner for his use.

They are the soldiers ordered by the superior to cooperate with the operation of yeige.

Because it's not suitable for any language that Lin Sheng knows, he has a hard time distinguishing memory information.

Moreover, in the soldier's memory, the mages call the power they control, not mana, but decaying power.

"This place... The power of decay

Lin Sheng took a rest, changed his Epee again and went on.

The dungeon passage goes down and down.

Every other distance, there will be a slope.

The slope inclines downward, which naturally makes Lin Sheng go deeper and deeper.

The arched passage seemed endless.

Keep going. Keep going.

Lin Sheng soon met a wandering heavy armour soldier. After solving it easily, I never met any living things again.

And as he continued to move down, the fog in the air became thicker and thicker.

At the beginning, there was not much fog, and he could see the distance ten meters away.

But as he got lower and lower, the distance Lin Sheng could see was shortened rapidly to eight meters, seven meters, five meters, four meters

As like as two peas of a landscape, the mental vision of Lin Sheng is slightly tired.

I don't know how long he walked, just when he was about to think that he should wake up and leave the dream.

Bang.

A heavy step came straight ahead.

Lin Sheng clenched the handle of his sword, stopped and stood still, gazing forward.

In the thick fog, a huge fat man with a height of more than two meters came slowly through the arched passage.

The fat man's upper body was bare. On his dark skin and muscles, there were ferocious black sharp tiger stripes.

He had a bald head, black armors on his arms and black metal gloves with spikes on his palms.