Chapter 454: The strength of the heart!

The sea of ​​blood rolled, and there were faint shadows floating and rising in it. It was as strange as ghosts, and with the breeze, a fresh smell of blood also rose like fog, quietly surrounding the blood pupils.

But the blood pupils did not have any strange colors. Instead, they took a deep breath as if they were enjoying it. The fresh smell of blood entered his lungs, making him feel energetic. The fatigue caused by fighting for several consecutive days seemed to disappear.

That's right, this is the most powerful home court of Blood Pupils. If Blood Pupils is a terrifying hell in the eyes of most people, then Blood Pupils is like the mother's uterus. It is the warmest and safest place.

No matter how dangerous it is, as long as you are in the sea of ​​blood, the characteristics of the Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood will make the sea of ​​blood merge with him. There is nothing to hurt him.

But this time... it's a bit special.

The breath of the sea of ​​blood was still so friendly, but the blood pupils couldn't feel the call of the sea of ​​blood to him. It seemed as if this boundless sea of ​​blood had nothing to do with him. This made him a little strange.

At this moment, he was suddenly stunned. Because in his vision, he actually saw a person... a person who had never moved from beginning to end and sat on the coast of blood!

He was wearing a black combat suit and sat silently on the coast of Blood. He had no intention of hiding his body, but for some reason, even with the perception of his blood pupils, he could not capture his position in this sea of ​​blood.

Unless he is seen, he seems to have no existence at all.

But this is not what shocked Xue Tong the most. What shocked him the most was the man's face...

It was a face that was very similar to him, even his temperament was similar to seventy or eighty-eight.

He took a breath of cold air, and his blood pupil spoke in a trembling voice that was unfamiliar with even himself. "Pluto...Dilke?"

Pluto Dirk!!

That's right, this mysterious man is the legend of Crodill, who is as famous as the God of War Rea. It was not the first time that Blood Eyes saw him, but this time it was so clear and so real. It was just like

He really traveled through time and space, and stood with Crodill's greatest legend and the strongest man in the universe. The feeling was so shocking that even his blood pupils couldn't help but tremble. The blood all over his body seemed to be

It surged over my head like crazy.

Of course, he was not afraid, but an indescribable strange emotion. This emotion had never appeared in his first half of his life, but now it swept across his body like a tsunami collapse.

Dirk did not respond, but still silently stared at the sea of ​​blood. At his feet, the waves of the sea of ​​blood were rising and falling happily, just like a naughty child showing off in front of his parents. It was indescribable strange. This scene made the blood

Tong's heart thumped, and an incredible thought popped up.

Could it be... the source of this battlefield nightmare, the endless sea of ​​blood, belongs to Pluto Dilke?

If so, it can indeed explain why he can't feel the call of the sea of ​​blood.

"No matter when... the sea of ​​blood is so magnificent and so warm."

A slight sigh suddenly came from his ears, and the blood pupil was stunned for a moment, then he realized that it was the voice of Pluto Dirk. He took a sudden step forward and opened his mouth...

"Master Pluto..."

"Just call me Dirk." Dirk waved his hand and interrupted the bloody eyes. Then he slowly stood up from the shore. His movements were very slow and soft, as if in line with a kind of

The wonderful melody lit up the eyes of Bloody Eyes.

This melody seems to have some special significance...

"You found out?" Dirk asked lightly.

"Yes." Xue Tong answered honestly. He could not have any thought of hiding in front of the man in front of him. Although Pluto Dirk has shown no power so far, Xue Tong knew clearly that it was not that he was not strong enough.

, but it is not necessary at all.

As Crodill's most terrifying existence, he no longer needs to use any means to express himself. Because he is the strongest, no matter whether others admit it or not. No matter when or wherever he is, no one dares to ignore Pluto.

Erke's existence. He doesn't even need to do anything. Just one look or a frown can make a civilization tremble. He can make countless kings kneel in front of him and pray for forgiveness.

This is the majesty he, the strongest man in the universe, possesses.

"If you find out, just experience it well. This is also a rare opportunity for you." After touching the corner of your mouth, Dirk, the Pluto, showed a smiley expression and said to the blood pupils lightly. "But this is just a little trick,

Your current state is not helpful.”

"You..." Xue Tong was stunned. "Do you know everything?"

"Although I'm just a fragment of consciousness." Purit Dirk sighed and said to Blood Pupils. "But do you think I can't tell the difference between such a clear breath of death? In my eyes, you are full of death and

Despair. It's like the rocks by the sea of ​​blood, leaving only a gray color. If I read it right, maybe in another year, your life will end."

"………………” Xue Tong was silent for a moment, and finally said bluntly. "Yes."

"So Lord Dirk, is there any way you can change these?"

"No." Dirk replied neatly. "I am just a fragment of consciousness, without any power here. You don't think I can really change anything. Your state can only depend on yourself."

Speaking of this, Dirk smiled slightly. "But you really surprised me. I thought it would take at least half a year for you to arrive here. I didn't expect you to come here now. It seems that your state makes you desperate,

But it also stimulates your potential.”

"I... just have nothing to fear." Xue Tong answered honestly. Finally, he raised his head and asked very seriously. " Speaking of this... Lord Dirk, I have many questions."

"Are you asking about the battlefield nightmare?"

"Yes. And... why did I meet you here?" Xue Tong paused for a moment, then looked around. "There is also the sea of ​​blood here..."

"You have many questions." Dirk shook his head. "I can't answer them all. But some... can be made known to you."

"yes……"

"This sentence seems to be long...it's like this encounter between you and me, both by chance...and inevitable..." Dirk's voice gradually became lowered, and he slowly began to tell the blood pupils.

It turns out that this battlefield nightmare is not available to every Crodiller. It is a privilege that only the purest Crodiller bloodline can possess. This allows the Crodiller elite to experience tempering from birth and continue to

Grow and become stronger in battle.

But the battlefield nightmare is not generated out of thin air, nor is it constant.

In fact, the so-called battlefield nightmare is a microcosm of the wars of the Crodirs in history. The enemies here are all those they have encountered and conquered. The powerful Crodir warriors passed through the tragic battles after

Some mysterious means copy the enemy, and then use modulation and genetic modification to implant them into the next generation's genes. Over the long run, their descendants will naturally have dreams of fighting these replicas to achieve cultivation and exercise.

Purpose.

Because this is the result of pre-modulation, no matter how terrifying the battlefield nightmare is, it will always maintain an appropriate intensity to ensure that the host will not be defeated by the nightmare. And when the host successfully breaks a nightmare, they will usher in the next update

A more challenging dream. Such a cycle will accompany you for life.

"So, this is the first layer of nightmare. When I arrive here, it is equivalent to breaking it?"

"That's right. When you enter here next time, you will not encounter these enemies." Dirk replied, showing a smiley expression again. "It's cruel, are you going to say that?"

"……………” Xue Tong didn't say anything, but his expression was accustomed.

In fact, it is not just cruel. Such an approach is simply a destruction of offspring. Blood Eyes really can't imagine what a cold-blooded race would treat their offspring like this. It makes them have to go through hardships that ordinary people can't imagine from birth.

The most terrifying thing is to accompany all living beings.

Never end, never end.

This is the real hell.

"Actually, it's not as terrible as you thought." Dirk shook his head slightly as if he knew what Xue Tong was thinking. "The battlefield nightmare is a microcosm of Crodill's wars throughout the ages. In other words, the enemies here are all

They are defeated, they are losers. They have been defeated by us, and they will naturally be defeated by our descendants. This is the law of nature. The weak will inevitably be oppressed by the strong. The Crodillians turned out to be strong.

Then too.”

"So when you defeat all the nightmare, you can get out of this boring game."

"Bored? Do you think this is bored?" Blood pupils flashed, and their chests were suddenly filled with anger. "Let your descendants grow in pain and never be freed. Is this just a boring game in your mouth?

?If this is the case, then what is the difference between you and a wild beast? You are even worse than a wild beast!"

In anger, Xuepin could no longer maintain respect for Dirk and even made a sharp accusation against the strongest man in this universe.

There may be a factor of his anger, but more of it is an indescribable confusion and fear.

The bloody eyes of a hunter who was once just a terrible hunter in the end of the world, and never thought that one day he would have such a terrible identity and such a desperate future. God knows that he just wanted to live, and live well in the end of the world or somewhere else.

But under the guidance of fate, Xue Tong was surprised to find that he had fallen into a net without hesitation. A net that he could not help but struggle but had no end.

He didn't know how to go on. This kind of despair and confusion about the future is his biggest problem now.

It has nothing to do with will, spirit, and even more so to do with **!

It's only about his heart.

"Only the strength of the heart is truly powerful." Looking at the angry blood pupils, Dirk said with a point of view.

"This is what the Nightmare Battlefield wants to teach you. It's not our cruelty, nor is it the cold blood of Crodill's civilization. It's because we have no choice. In this universe, only the strong have the right to survive, but fail.

Those... can only become slaves and livestock."

"After tearing apart the false...you will see the truth."
Chapter completed!