Nightmare’s Call

Well.

Lin Sheng felt a lot of chaotic memories flooding into his mind.

Unlike the situation in the previous two dreams, the memory absorbed this time was completely beyond his expectations.

The picture is chaotic, the sound is chaotic, and there is almost no formed image information. All memories are like overturned fuel drums, jumbled and unrecognizable.

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

It is like the last piece of land that has not sunk in the chaotic sea. It is the existence that represents the last bit of order.

Lin Sheng carefully screened out this idea, and ignored the rest as worthless.

With only this little thought left, there is still a hint of information.

'Find the stripping magic circle left by Xie Yige in the third dungeon.

Only the stripping magic circle, which can extract the original blood from any creature, can strip the chaotic blood from my body.

That's the only way I can survive.'

This obsession has only this bit of information left. All the rest became a chaotic mosaic without logic.

"Xie Yige?" Lin Sheng recalled and pronounced the name from his memory.

It seems to be just a pronunciation.

The thought in this person's memory is just a thought message, without specific language. So it can be understood by him.

But the voice of other screens is not good.

This time, the dream doesn't seem to be written in Gulein's language. It was another language that he had never come into contact with.

At this time, the body of the robed man was leaning against the corner of the wall, his body half-sitting and motionless, already dead.

Lin Sheng stepped forward and searched him a few times. Find a silver key, a glass vial of silver powder, and an indistinct scroll.

"In this guy's impression, this stripping magic circle seems to be able to directly strip the original blood from any existence and turn it into pure blood crystals. This seems to be a good thing."

Lin Sheng put away his things and put everything back into the black cloth bag on the robed man, then tore off the cloth bag and tied it on his body.

Lin Sheng felt exhausted after killing the man in robe. He took a rest in place.

After a while, he got up and continued on his way.

Soon another group of three heavily armored soldiers appeared.

Without saying a word, Lin Sheng took the lead in the attack, went up to face to face a few times, and then dealt with the three heavily armored soldiers.

This time he finally absorbed a soldier's soul fragment.

In the soldier's mind, most of it was chaotic, and only a little memory was barely clear.

From this bit of memory, Lin Sheng barely knew that this place was called the Elven Dungeon.

One day, a powerful court mage named Xie Yige suddenly appeared here, and he brought a powerful magic circle called stripping magic circle.

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

These soldiers are the pawns ordered by their superiors to cooperate with Xie Yige.

Because any language that Lin Sheng knows is not applicable here, it is very hard for him to distinguish the memory information.

And in this soldier's memory, those mages called the power they manipulated, not mana, but the power of decay.

"The power of decline in this place?"

Lin Sheng took a break, changed his epee again, and continued on his way.

The dungeon passage goes further and further down.

Every little distance, there will be a slope.

The slope sloped downward, which naturally made Lin Sheng go deeper and deeper.

The arched passage seems to have no end.

Keep going and keep going.

Lin Sheng soon encountered another wandering heavy armored soldier. After solving it easily, I never encountered any living things again.

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

At the beginning, the fog wasn't too thick, and he could still see a distance of ten meters around him.

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

Continuously going down, repeating almost exactly the same scenery, made Lin Sheng's mental vision slightly tired.

I don't know how long he walked, just when he thought he should wake up and leave the dream.

boom.

A heavy footstep came from directly ahead.

Lin Sheng clenched the hilt of his sword, stopped and stood still, staring forward.

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

The fat man was bare-chested, with hideous black spiked tiger stripes tattooed on his dark skin and muscles.

He has a bald head, black gauntlets on his arms, and black spiked metal gloves on his palms.

As soon as he saw Lin Sheng, the fat man quickened his pace and let out a low growl representing anger.

He walked four meters in front of Lin Sheng, took a deep breath, and sprayed it out.

call! !

A large group of crimson flames rushed out of his mouth.

Huge flames burned almost the entire passage.

Lin Sheng raised his wooden shield and stood in front of him.

With a bang, the red flame hit the wooden shield, was splashed by the rebound, turned into a disc and spread in all directions.

The flame lasted for about three seconds before stopping.

As soon as he stopped, Lin Sheng charged quickly. He took several steps in a row, crossed a distance of four meters, and slammed into the fat man's stomach.

Boom!

The huge force bounced back on Lin Sheng's body, so that he almost missed the wooden shield and fell to the ground.

The weapon hit the opponent's stomach, and he was knocked away by the shock!

Before he had time to think about it, Lin Sheng stood firm and huddled his whole body behind the wooden shield as hard as possible.

In the next second, a huge force crashed onto the wooden shield.

boom! ! !

From top to bottom, the fat man clasped his hands together and slammed his fist on the wooden shield frantically.

The huge and violent force smashed a deep crack on the wooden shield on the spot.

Behind the shield, Lin Sheng's eyes, nostrils and mouth were all oozing blood from the shock.

He was dizzy all over, trying to stabilize his figure, the holy power in his body circulated rapidly, and began to recover from his physical injuries.

But the injury can be stabilized, but the lost opportunity cannot be recovered.

The fat man's hands are quick and powerful, and his skin is as if he has practiced top-level hard skills. He is extremely tough and is not afraid of being cut by a sword.

Lin Sheng wrestled with him several times, stabbing him in the stomach several times with the tip of the sword, but it was of no avail.

clang! !

Lin Sheng tried to use Yu Guangzhan to take advantage of his backhand, so that the fat man was hit on the head by his own strength.

It's a pity that the material of the epee was not hard enough, and it snapped off on the spot the first time it was hit by the force.

One wrong move, one wrong step.

Lin Sheng didn't dodge, and was hit hard on the chest by the fat man's heavy punches one after another.

Boom!

He spurted blood from his mouth, his chest scales were dented, he was thrown flying, fell to the ground, and couldn't get up again.

"Excellent!" He hadn't suffered such a serious injury for a long time.

This fat man is extremely skilled in fighting, at least at the level of a third-level fighter.

Moreover, the flame spray is very powerful, and it can kill a large area without any flaws, no matter if it is a one-on-one attack or a group attack.

In terms of strength, the opponent was much stronger than him, and this time it wasn't just a simple loss in fighting.

Fatty's skin and muscles were incomparably tough, and it was difficult to hurt with a sword, which was even more troublesome.

Lin Sheng barely straightened his body, and before he could roll over and dodge, a flame burst into his eyes.

The fiery flames suddenly engulfed him completely.

In the high temperature, Lin Sheng's body rapidly carbonized, turning black and zooming.

call! !

A big hand suddenly stretched out from the flames, grabbed his head, and twisted it hard.

click.

Lin Sheng's head was screwed off on the spot like a bottle cap.