Uplifting Journey

When the ruler of the dream recklessly mobilizes the core power of the entire illusory world to suppress, the bombing space that is powerful enough to wipe out the planet with a wave can only barely resist protecting the little space where it is, and there is no more foreign interference Ability to attack—

When the physical rules of the space structure where he is located begin to distort and change, most of the knowledge and abilities he has mastered will also be invalidated. Currently, he can only use the fundamental strength and soul will of the stand-in to support and consume.

However, delaying time was originally the first option after failing to kill Death God 13. After Death God 13 mobilized the core power of the dream and caused this unique space to become unstable, and the holes in the world began to expand, the time needed to delay the bombing space also changed accordingly. Although the situation is bad, it is not hopeless.

Reaper 13 is not ignorant of this, but compared to the pure purpose of bombing space, what he cares about is more in-depth and complicated, and thus more angry and puzzled.

The monster made up of a huge number of pitch-black tentacles glanced at the hole in the world that emitted a blue-purple halo in the distant star space.

In front of the huge hole that expands little by little, planet-level monsters are as small as dust in the sun.

After completely suppressing the bombardment space, Reaper 13 slowed down the distortion and erosion of the laws of the surrounding dreams. He was silent for a long time, until the expansion of the hole in the distant world slowed down to almost stagnation, and then he asked his captive: "Return to reality. If you succeed, what then? What are you going to do? What can you do?"

Bombing Space tilted his head, and also looked at the blue-purple halo between the cracks in the distant starlight: "I didn't think so far. As I said before, I'm not very smart."

Reaper 13 almost laughed angrily: "Is your betrayal so childish? How old are you?!"

The planet-sized monster suddenly approached, and countless dancing black tentacles whipped around the bombing space, almost engulfing him completely: "Why did I become this ghost? Return to reality, return to reality"

Reaper 13's high-pitched roar gradually sank: "...Facing the real despair, what can you do if you go back? Compared with the dream world that is the gateway to heaven, how many people can bear the so-called reality? At least here, they His personality and mind are still intact!"

"That's only temporary." Bombardment Space was silent for a while and then shook his head. "No matter how desperate the reality is, it is better than a stagnant dream. What is false is always false, and life will eventually find its own way out."

"False?" A figure wearing a pitch-black cloak and holding a scythe materialized in front of the bombing space. Reaper 13 touched his white smiling mask, and tapped the metal sound on the blade of the scythe, reaching the soul, " Here, the lambs can experience all the feelings that have been experienced and have not been experienced in reality, where is it false?"

"In the final analysis, the dream world is an illusion supported by countless lives in reality." Bombing Space stared at the world hole in the distance, and said in a flat tone, "Any change in reality will affect the foundation of the dream world. In this way How can a world like duckweed drifting with the waves not be false?

"Put your head in the ground, and the sky won't really disappear. We can't ignore reality like an ostrich forever."

Reaper 13 let out a long sigh, waved the scythe in his hand indiscriminately as if venting his anger, and then followed the scythe in a circle, he shrugged helplessly, and said to the bombing space in a voice with all anger gone and a little weird :

"Then how can you be sure that the so-called 'reality' must be 'real'?"

Hearing the words, Bombing Space was taken aback.

"You see, according to your theory, the world that has additional sources of support and is influenced by the foundations outside the world is false." Reaper 13 spread his hands, ". Then, if the so-called 'real world' also has such What about the foundation?

"If reality is also a world that drifts with the flow like duckweed, can reality also be defined as false? Then all the lives born in the real world are NPCs similar to people in dreams?

"If this is the case, what is the difference between my dream world and reality?"

The bombing space fell silent.

"I know you're stupid, Yitai." Reaper 13 called the traitor in front of him by the name of the human period, and said in a delicate tone, ".Even if you become an envoy, even if you indirectly come into contact with a lot of deep-level information through the substitute body , but you also lack a deep and intuitive understanding of higher-level things such as timelines and parallel worlds

"I understand that as low-level beings living in the world, our perspective is always limited to a tiny corner of endless time and space. Only gods can see the overall situation and understand the meaning of all changes. The understanding is destined to be incomplete, at this time, we just need to believe, believe in the gods"

Clown Reaper slowly drifted closer, his mask leaning forward was almost touching the face of the bombardment space, and he asked gently: "So, can you tell me? As a quasi-apostle whose consciousness is closely connected with the gods, what is the real reason for your betrayal?" What is the reason?"

"." The bombing space lowered its head, as if lost in memory, "In the beginning, the reason why I became Lord Dior's subordinate was very simple, because my father was Lord Dior's subordinate."

Under the subtle guidance of Reaper 13, the memory fragments of human adolescence gradually emerged, and the will to bomb the space gradually became blurred in the traceless interference of dreams.

Yitai once again recalled the scene when he first met Dior with his brother under the leadership of his father.

From a human point of view, although the blond-haired and white-skinned Dio has a strong physique and a handsome appearance, except for the special physique of a vampire, he is no different from ordinary humans in material terms.

But the soul at the top of the food chain, the fatal attraction and great sense of oppression are enough to make anyone who touches it unforgettable.

At that time, Yitai was trembling with goosebumps all over his body, and his spirit was almost in a trance. When he woke up, he found that everyone else had left, and Dio was standing in front of him.

"Bomb space, very interesting and potential stand-in." The blond man pressed his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Yitai, do you... believe in fate?"

Obedience under reverence, unique and generous treatment, grand plans and conquests, rituals to defeat and surpass destiny.

Since the image of Dior emerged, the trickle of memory began to be further refined and broken, and a more and more terrifying sense of danger emerged from the bottom of Reaper 13's heart, forcing him to continue to accelerate and guide the thoughts of bombing the space more violently, trying to get the opponent The real reason for sudden betrayal.

Yet... no betrayal.

Already conquered by the will of the "world" and subconsciously following the original plan and ideal shared by Mr. Dior in the depths of his heart, Yitai's actions at this moment, regardless of superficial factors and unknowing cause and effect, are mostly based on gods will.

However, Reaper 13 is the true apostle and the highest representative of the will of the gods in this world. Why do two people who also follow the will of the gods conflict?

If there is no betrayal in bombing space, who is the real betrayer?

The contradiction against logic caused Reaper 13 to be confused for a moment. At the moment he was stunned, the bombing space suddenly got rid of the suppression of the dream.

A mysterious aura emerged from the blue-white figure, and the wave of eruption at the soul level destroyed the suppression of dreams and the illusion of the smiling death god, and the planetary monster with fluttering tentacles retreated a distance in a painful scream.

The dangerous atmosphere rose step by step along with the golden gears emerging, biting, and rotating in the eyes of the bombardment space.

"This is the power of the 'world'." Reaper 13, whose foundation of belief and stand was shaken, was a little at a loss, "...a long time ago, the power buried in your soul when I first met Mr. Dior? Why?"

The bombardment space, whose consciousness was also in chaos, remained silent, allowing dangerous power to extend from its soul and expand like a burning flame——

Until the rising power was abruptly snuffed out by a hand on the back of his neck and stopped abruptly.

Behind the bombing space, the black-haired young man slowly turned from virtual to real, feeling the tremendous power of the galloping struggle under the palm of his right hand, and then turned his curious eyes over the shoulder of the bombing space to the distant planetary tentacle monster: "So , What happened in the real world?"