Chapter: 1733
"Queen of giants, 'Goddess of Harvest' Omebella?" Klein looked around, but couldn't find the mural representing the giant king Almir.
This is a remote guard residence, so there is no image of the ancient god? Then, if you go out from here, you should be inside the "Giant King's Court"... Klein cautiously walked towards the door, and used the method he used in the dream world of the ruins of the gods to falsely activate "creeping hunger", relying on " The power of the "living corpse" opened the door.
However, there is no palace frozen in the dusk as he imagined outside, but a gray world, and the front seems to have turned into a cliff, and the bottom cannot be seen at all.
"According to Miss 'Justice''s previous experience, this should be the boundary of the dream, and then it can only go down, into Grossel's subconscious, and finally reach the ocean of collective subconsciousness... Miss 'Justice' is for the humans in her area A spiritual dragon was found in the sea of ??subconsciousness, then, in the world in the book created by the "Dragon of Illusion", what exists in the sea of ??subconsciousness?" Klein thought, and the gray fog in front of him materialized A staircase descended.
This ladder is not vertical, twists and turns, and goes deep into the gray, deep, invisible bottom, and the spiritual world where the details cannot be seen clearly.
After silently examining it for a few seconds, Klein stepped forward, stepped on the stairs, and walked down carefully layer by layer.
The surrounding light gradually dimmed, and only gray colors enveloped this extremely quiet world. The further Klein descended, the more he felt as if he was locked in a dark, dark and silent room. He could hear his blood gurgling slowly in his ears. The movement and the sound of a strong beating heart.
The latter was getting faster and faster, a little bit tainted with uncontrollable anxiety and panic, Klein hurriedly restrained his mind, visualized the cascading light spheres, and recovered his state by stabilizing his emotions.
On his side, the gray-white cliff representing Groselle's subconscious domain stood cold and silent, as if dead, but from time to time a light spot would flash in the surrounding gray.
Klein stared, and from one of the spots of light, he saw the giant who tore open the human mouth and Grossel with a frightened expression. At that time, the latter was less than 3 meters long, and he was obviously still in his infancy.
The dots of light flashed, and the frozen dusk of the falling mountains emerged, and time seemed to slow down here.
Klein was about to search for more valuable information in Groselle's subconscious mind, when the panting sound of a beast suddenly sounded in his ears.
With a swipe of the ground, a huge hand protruded from the gray surroundings. It had a gray-blue complexion, was covered with signs of decay, and contained an obvious yellow-green liquid. It quickly grabbed Klein's ankle.
In He He He's voice, on the lower steps, the same palms grabbed up one after another, as if to forcibly drag Klein's spirit body into the deepest and most unpredictable place in the spiritual world.
All of a sudden, these rotten palms were densely packed like a forest like a sea. They kept struggling to stretch upwards and made terrifying panting sounds that could make people's hair stand on end. Klein jumped up instinctively in fright, jumping three floors steps.
However, the countless palms that belonged to the corpse of a giant did not stop, propping up on the surface of the stairs, squirming upwards like a tide, flooding every inch of the space below.
Klein was about to reach out his right palm to take the "Death Knell" and use the purification bullets to cooperate with "Slaughter" to deal with these countless "monsters", when two questions suddenly flashed through his mind:
Where did these "palms" come from? Why did it appear in Grossel's subconscious?
As soon as the problem appeared, inspiration came to him. Klein vaguely understood something, and immediately gave up using "Death Knell", calmed his breathing, and visualized the light sphere.
The huge rotten palms took the opportunity to rush to his feet, grabbing his ankles and calves!
At this moment, they disappeared without a sound, as if they had never appeared.
"Sure enough, this is an illusion caused by the influence of Groselle's subconscious mind. Here, the mind and the mind not only 'face' directly, but also blend with each other. If there is no corresponding extraordinary ability, the deeper you go, the easier it is for emotions to appear. Break down, be eroded by the other party's subconscious little by little, and eventually the "mental body" will be severely polluted, and the whole person will become a mentally ill patient who cannot regain his sanity, and this may lead to loss of control... This is different from psychic, it is not about staying awake and Sanity can avoid being polluted, because it is already inside the target 'mental body'..." Klein said silently to himself, and he came to a realization.
He hesitated for a few seconds, turned around, climbed up the stairs, and no longer went deep into Grossel's spiritual world, because he lacked the extraordinary ability to soothe his own soul, and insisting on going down was tantamount to suicide.
"After collecting the magical items in this area, we will consider the issue of continuing to explore." Klein made up his mind, walked faster and faster, and finally jumped, returned to Grossel's dream, and returned to the "Royal Court of Giants." "Where the guards live.
Feeling exhausted, he immediately left the dreamland, walked out of Grossel's blacksmith shop through the wall, and once again examined the strangeness of the world in the book.
"So far, I have met Grossel, Mobet, and Siatas, and when I was chatting with people everywhere, I also heard about the pious priest Snowman and the 'philosopher' Longzel, but there is no Anderson Hood, there is no Edwina Edwards, no Danitz, and no Gehrman Sparrow... So, is it the dead who have brand new characters in the book, or have they stayed here for a long time? Will an adventurer who has fully demonstrated himself in his daily life be copied to a certain degree of subconsciousness?" Klein walked on the edge of the street illuminated by the sunset, thinking about this very crucial question for him.
If it is the previous guess, the dead will be "reborn" and become a new character, then Klein doesn't need to worry about anything, but if it is the latter, he has to reduce the frequency of exploring the world in the book and strictly control each time Duration of stay.
"It's impossible to judge at the moment. Let's deal with the latter situation first. It's always right to be cautious..." Klein quickly made a decision and was about to return to the gray fog.
At this moment, he saw another familiar figure.
The black-haired and blue-eyed Longzel sat on a long wooden chair by the street, staring blankly at the sky that seemed to have been burned by fire, as if in deep thought. JrNovels.com
This is a remote guard residence, so there is no image of the ancient god? Then, if you go out from here, you should be inside the "Giant King's Court"... Klein cautiously walked towards the door, and used the method he used in the dream world of the ruins of the gods to falsely activate "creeping hunger", relying on " The power of the "living corpse" opened the door.
However, there is no palace frozen in the dusk as he imagined outside, but a gray world, and the front seems to have turned into a cliff, and the bottom cannot be seen at all.
"According to Miss 'Justice''s previous experience, this should be the boundary of the dream, and then it can only go down, into Grossel's subconscious, and finally reach the ocean of collective subconsciousness... Miss 'Justice' is for the humans in her area A spiritual dragon was found in the sea of ??subconsciousness, then, in the world in the book created by the "Dragon of Illusion", what exists in the sea of ??subconsciousness?" Klein thought, and the gray fog in front of him materialized A staircase descended.
This ladder is not vertical, twists and turns, and goes deep into the gray, deep, invisible bottom, and the spiritual world where the details cannot be seen clearly.
After silently examining it for a few seconds, Klein stepped forward, stepped on the stairs, and walked down carefully layer by layer.
The surrounding light gradually dimmed, and only gray colors enveloped this extremely quiet world. The further Klein descended, the more he felt as if he was locked in a dark, dark and silent room. He could hear his blood gurgling slowly in his ears. The movement and the sound of a strong beating heart.
The latter was getting faster and faster, a little bit tainted with uncontrollable anxiety and panic, Klein hurriedly restrained his mind, visualized the cascading light spheres, and recovered his state by stabilizing his emotions.
On his side, the gray-white cliff representing Groselle's subconscious domain stood cold and silent, as if dead, but from time to time a light spot would flash in the surrounding gray.
Klein stared, and from one of the spots of light, he saw the giant who tore open the human mouth and Grossel with a frightened expression. At that time, the latter was less than 3 meters long, and he was obviously still in his infancy.
The dots of light flashed, and the frozen dusk of the falling mountains emerged, and time seemed to slow down here.
Klein was about to search for more valuable information in Groselle's subconscious mind, when the panting sound of a beast suddenly sounded in his ears.
With a swipe of the ground, a huge hand protruded from the gray surroundings. It had a gray-blue complexion, was covered with signs of decay, and contained an obvious yellow-green liquid. It quickly grabbed Klein's ankle.
In He He He's voice, on the lower steps, the same palms grabbed up one after another, as if to forcibly drag Klein's spirit body into the deepest and most unpredictable place in the spiritual world.
All of a sudden, these rotten palms were densely packed like a forest like a sea. They kept struggling to stretch upwards and made terrifying panting sounds that could make people's hair stand on end. Klein jumped up instinctively in fright, jumping three floors steps.
However, the countless palms that belonged to the corpse of a giant did not stop, propping up on the surface of the stairs, squirming upwards like a tide, flooding every inch of the space below.
Klein was about to reach out his right palm to take the "Death Knell" and use the purification bullets to cooperate with "Slaughter" to deal with these countless "monsters", when two questions suddenly flashed through his mind:
Where did these "palms" come from? Why did it appear in Grossel's subconscious?
As soon as the problem appeared, inspiration came to him. Klein vaguely understood something, and immediately gave up using "Death Knell", calmed his breathing, and visualized the light sphere.
The huge rotten palms took the opportunity to rush to his feet, grabbing his ankles and calves!
At this moment, they disappeared without a sound, as if they had never appeared.
"Sure enough, this is an illusion caused by the influence of Groselle's subconscious mind. Here, the mind and the mind not only 'face' directly, but also blend with each other. If there is no corresponding extraordinary ability, the deeper you go, the easier it is for emotions to appear. Break down, be eroded by the other party's subconscious little by little, and eventually the "mental body" will be severely polluted, and the whole person will become a mentally ill patient who cannot regain his sanity, and this may lead to loss of control... This is different from psychic, it is not about staying awake and Sanity can avoid being polluted, because it is already inside the target 'mental body'..." Klein said silently to himself, and he came to a realization.
He hesitated for a few seconds, turned around, climbed up the stairs, and no longer went deep into Grossel's spiritual world, because he lacked the extraordinary ability to soothe his own soul, and insisting on going down was tantamount to suicide.
"After collecting the magical items in this area, we will consider the issue of continuing to explore." Klein made up his mind, walked faster and faster, and finally jumped, returned to Grossel's dream, and returned to the "Royal Court of Giants." "Where the guards live.
Feeling exhausted, he immediately left the dreamland, walked out of Grossel's blacksmith shop through the wall, and once again examined the strangeness of the world in the book.
"So far, I have met Grossel, Mobet, and Siatas, and when I was chatting with people everywhere, I also heard about the pious priest Snowman and the 'philosopher' Longzel, but there is no Anderson Hood, there is no Edwina Edwards, no Danitz, and no Gehrman Sparrow... So, is it the dead who have brand new characters in the book, or have they stayed here for a long time? Will an adventurer who has fully demonstrated himself in his daily life be copied to a certain degree of subconsciousness?" Klein walked on the edge of the street illuminated by the sunset, thinking about this very crucial question for him.
If it is the previous guess, the dead will be "reborn" and become a new character, then Klein doesn't need to worry about anything, but if it is the latter, he has to reduce the frequency of exploring the world in the book and strictly control each time Duration of stay.
"It's impossible to judge at the moment. Let's deal with the latter situation first. It's always right to be cautious..." Klein quickly made a decision and was about to return to the gray fog.
At this moment, he saw another familiar figure.
The black-haired and blue-eyed Longzel sat on a long wooden chair by the street, staring blankly at the sky that seemed to have been burned by fire, as if in deep thought. JrNovels.com
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