The aura of the nightmare world, which was so rich that it seemed to be the real thing, suddenly became active, and poured into Angel's right hand with the same goal.
Angel was shocked because he clearly did not let his right hand absorb the breath of the nightmare world.
All of this is completely autonomous behavior of the right hand.
Angel didn't know where the nightmare world aura poured into his right hand went. Not to mention that he was now in a mortal body, even in reality, he basically had little understanding of his right hand.
However, as the aura of the nightmare world poured in more and more fiercely, Angel felt that his consciousness was a little confused, and the scene in front of him was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear.
It was like falling from a clear dream into an ordinary dream, and my thinking gradually became less clear.
At this time, the influx of a large amount of nightmare world energy caused the floating green lines on his right hand to continue to increase, as if they were replicating themselves, and various new green lines emerged.
And these green lines become more and more undulating and lively, sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes sparse and sometimes dense, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing. They are like musical symbols composing an unknown score in mid-air.
Finally, these green patterns flew away from Angel's right hand like fireflies, forming a ring with clear lines during rotation, and attached to the boundary membrane of the half-channel.
Just like the legendary boundary-piercing ring, a big hole appeared in the boundary membrane out of thin air.
At this time, Angel could no longer distinguish between reality and dreams, reality and illusion. His thinking began to fall into mud, and even if he tried his best to stay clear, he still could not keep himself in the clear dream.
Suddenly, he faintly saw a tall figure appearing in the "boundary-penetrating ring" composed of green lines in front of the boundary membrane of the half-passage.
The long golden hair was fluttering in the wind, revealing only a scarlet eye full of indifference.
Even though Angel's brain was in a confused state, he still couldn't help raising his hand and pointing at the figure: "You are..."
A picture flashed through his mind
It was a dark chaotic space, with Angel standing out of thin air. The chaotic space was like the universe, with starlight from an unknown number of billions of light-years shining dimly.
In this dark starlight universe, Angel stands at the center.
There was a water mirror in front of him that could reflect the stars. The water mirror was rectangular and seemed to have no borders. It stood quietly like a door.
Angel stood in front of the water mirror and unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the mirror.
There was also a person in the mirror. Angel couldn't see his face clearly, and he couldn't even tell his gender. He could only see a head of long golden hair that was shining with the brilliance of stars, and a pair of cold, bloody eyes.
The person in the mirror also stretched out his hand.
The two right hands touched the mirror surface, and ripples like water waves slowly spread on the mirror surface.
Angel put his right hand into the mirror!
The hands of the man in the mirror and Angel's hands met together at this moment.
With the stars twinkling, the screen was terminated at this moment.
Angel also raised his head suddenly: "I think about it, you are... Sharapova?"
Angel was like this when he was in Witch Town. His right hand was fused with that person, but something happened. Later, Sanders told him that there was a man with long blond hair, and his hand was fused with him at that time.
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Just like him and the person in the mirror in the picture, they hold their hands and merge into one.
The blond figure had already stepped out of the passage and stood in front of Angel.
It stands to reason that Angel should feel scared. But just like his previous test with Maya, he did not feel the slightest fear of the person in front of him, but felt very peaceful.
"Answer me, are you Sharapova?" Angel asked again: "Or, are you me."
In the nightmare world, my projection? Another me in the world?
The large amount of nightmare aura around him was like a mist, and Angel could no longer clearly see the figure of the person in front of him. He felt that his thinking was getting more and more confused, and Mingmeng seemed to collapse at this moment, and he seemed to have entered an ordinary...
Dreams have no distinction between illusion and true self.
Just before he completely fell into a dream, he seemed to see the mouth of the person in front of him move.
But Angel could no longer sense what he was answering. If his originally clear thinking was like light tea, now it was being rounded by a spoon, and finally it was completely stirred.
It becomes muddy water and illogical.
In the confusion, Angel only felt as if he had had another dream.
This dream within a dream brought Angel back to the chaotic universe filled with ancient starlight.
In front of him was still the rippled water mirror.
On the other side of the water mirror, there is still the blond figure whose appearance is unclear.
And his right hand was still stretched into the rippled water mirror.
If the person opposite is the Shava that Sanders mentioned, or the projection of Angel in the nightmare world. Then when he was in Witch Town last time, his right hand and the man in the mirror had been fused together, so his right hand
Something happened to my right hand.
But now, why is his right hand still reflected in the mirror?
Angel wanted to pull his right hand away from the mirror, but was unable to move. Instead, it caused ripples on the mirror.
Unable to pull away, he stretched inward. There seemed to be a lot of space. However, he soon discovered that he could only stretch inward and not retreat.
Moreover, as he thrust his right hand in, his face got closer and closer to the mirror. There was almost only this thin mirror separating him from the blond figure in the mirror.
A kind of vigilance suddenly arose in Angel's heart.
Can't go in anymore!
After this alertness arose, Angel's thinking seemed to be smoother. He tried to adjust his perspective, hoping to clear his blurred vision and see the face of the person in the mirror clearly.
However, as his mind began to recover, this ancient starry sky was also collapsing, as if everything around him had turned into dust, blown into an unknown hourglass by the ancient wind.
When all the dust disappeared, Angel's thinking gradually returned to clarity.
He opened his eyes and looked at the foggy sky above his head. He didn't know where he was for a moment. Is he experiencing the next dream within a dream? Or is he back in the wilderness of dreams? Or is he back in reality?
After a while, Angel realized that he should still be in the wilderness of dreams.
The rich aura of the nightmare world was still flowing slowly around his body, and was transmitted to every corner of the Dream Wilderness along a kind of vein.
Angel sat up from the ground, turned his head and looked around.
There was no blond figure, and the half-passage was fine. There was no wind or waves around, as if nothing had happened.
However, when Angel looked at his right hand, he noticed a change.
His right hand seems to have grown longer?
Angel stretched out his hands and compared them with his left hand, and found that his left hand was almost one palm shorter than his right hand.
The palm of the left hand itself is smaller than the right hand, and now the overall length is even shorter?
Angel seemed to remember something. When he was dreaming in a dream, he had stretched his right hand a certain distance into the mirror. Could it be that because of this, he had fused more parts with the being from the nightmare world?
With a trembling feeling in his heart, Angel took off his coat.
Before, those green lines were only suspended on the palm of his right hand, but now they spread to his forearm and even to the elbow joint.
Sure enough, his right forearm changed, exactly the same as the distance Angel had stretched into the mirror in his dream.
"It seems that the right forearm has been fused again?" Angel murmured silently: "This should be just a dream... I am still in the wilderness of dreams, so it shouldn't affect reality, right?"
Even though Angel comforted himself in this way, he remembered that the last time he fused his right palm, he was actually in the nightmare world and was in an unreal state.
The final result still affects reality.
For a moment, Angel wanted to exit the wilderness of dreams and return to reality to take a look. But as he stood up, the bag beside him made a rattling sound.
Angel picked up the bag, and inside were pieces of realm glaze that looked like glass.
He picked up the bag and looked at the semi-channel not far away. Finally, after struggling for a moment, he still did not return to reality immediately.
Angel changed himself to "God's Perspective" and patrolled all the areas covered by the aura of the Nightmare Realm, but did not feel any abnormalities. There were no monsters from the Nightmare Realm, and there was no blond figure.
No matter what happened when he was confused just now, at least that person should be gone now, right?
Now that that person has left, a solution must be found to deal with the matter in the Dream Wilderness. He cannot do nothing.
Angel decided to stick to the original plan and test whether he could cut off the Wilderness of Dreams.
But before that, Angel still needs to test one thing.
Now that his right forearm is also suspected to be fused, can he still use his right hand to absorb a large amount of the nightmare world's breath to create a partition space?
Angel gave it a try, and it turned out that the control of his right hand was back in his hands.
He can absorb a large amount of the breath of the nightmare world through his right hand, and this effect seems to have improved. His control of the breath of the nightmare world is more accurate than before. He can even control the breath of the nightmare world like the Black Evil Elegy.
Condensate it into one point, constrain it, block it and disperse it.
Although the situation returned to normal and was better than imagined, Angel didn't feel too happy. This feeling of suddenly being unable to control his body parts on his own gave him a deep sense of powerlessness.
If one day, more parts of your body merge into the other person's body, will he still be yourself?
Even though Sanders asked Angel to treat it as a projected bloodline and said that the projected bloodline was the most suitable bloodline for him, Angel inevitably felt insecure when he was unable to resist.
However, here and now, it was not the time for him to feel sad and self-pity. Angel could only suppress the resentment in his heart and get his thoughts back on track for the time being.
Let’s put the rest aside for now, and focus on cutting off the wilderness of dreams.