"Hey, Roland."

"Roland, what are you doing!"

"Uncle, come and save people!"

The two sounds alternately, pulling Roland back from reality to the reality. He blinked, the light column and the snow flakes disappeared without a trace, and a messy bridge reappeared.

Jieluo and Vakiris are cleaning up the ruins. From their look, this change seems to be still over.

He suddenly remembered that before he made a phone call and made him aware of the strangeness of the association’s genius martial arts, he was now a man.

Is it that "saving people" in Jieluo mouth means

Roland suddenly looked condensed.

Thoughts finally returned to the right track at this time.

He temporarily threw the previously seen footage behind his head, and rushed to the two people in three steps and then couldn't help but take a breath!

I saw a woman with a flesh and blood lying in a shallow pit that was thrown out by a heavy object. Her limbs were almost completely crushed except for the left arm. The broken bones and blood clots were mixed together and had no shape. The body is also a patch of scales, the clothes are almost completely saturated with blood, the spine is also twisted into abrupt fold lines, and even puncture the skin to reveal half.

Even if it is put on the battlefield, this is an unbearable scene.

From the broken side of the face, this person is Fijian cold.

She still has a breath of breath, but it is only a trace.

"how come……"

Roland squatted down and didn't know what to do. First aid? Even if there is a bandage, you can't pack the broken organ back into place. Not to mention the hemostasis, there is no perfection in the body, and the function of the body has collapsed. It is entirely by the power of nature that the spirit is not determined.

But this power is like a candle burning in the end, and there is very little left.

In fact, being able to maintain awareness in such situations requires a strong will, and even if it is a martial artist, few can do it.

"The master is like this to protect me..." Jie Luo has been crying.

"She is going to die." Wajilis also saw this. "Even if the Maharaja was so badly hit, it would only be delayed for a while in the Dianchi. What's more, the level of medical skills in this world is far better than nothing." Shangyuchi, even if she has a lot of magic, can't reverse the process. As a soldier, she insisted on the end."

"You finally...coming." As if they heard their voice, Fiji whispered his eyes slightly. "I should call you... the gods?"

Her tone is mixed with a little humor, and her expression is not like a person in desperate circumstances.

"You..." Roland couldn't help but hold it.

"Sorry... I overheard your conversation." She blinked at Vakiris. This is the only action she can make. "But if I can come again, I will still... do it. Luo... Is she okay?"

Just a few words, like exhausting most of her strength, only holding her breath, can hear her whispering almost whispering.

"Master, I... very good..." Jie Luo whispered.

"The world... is still in good condition, right?" Fiji whispered, "I will do my part to protect it."

"So you know that this world is just a dream." Wakiris frowned.

"Perhaps for you, there are several in the world, but for me... it is the only one. It is the unshirkable responsibility of the martial arts to guard the world." She paused a little, "I said... Dear God, since you created it, you should trust everyone more, isn't it?"

"Trust... everyone?"

"I know it sounds like...unbelievable, but as long as you come up with proofs, the top of the association...it won't be so stubborn. We can't do much, but it's not useless... even if it doesn't beat God At least, it can help you share a lot of pressure. So... saving the world will become easier?"

Collect the strength of everyone

Roland suddenly flashed an electric light in his mind.

Yes, he is the creator of this world.

But it is not a **** of omnipotence.

There are some things he can't do.

But others can.

Combining the power of everyone, you may be able to achieve some seemingly impossible miracles.

"The last thing I want to say is... thank you." The voice of Fiji’s cold has been fined. "Thank you for creating it, even if it is just a dream."

"No, the world is not a dream." Roland interrupted. "It exists in the consciousness world and will continue to exist."

"I know... you will say that." Fiji closed her eyes and showed a satisfied smile.

"In addition, I feel that even if I have come up with evidence, it is too convincing that one person declares that he is a creation god. But if you add a genius martial artist, the effect may be very different."

She moved her lips. "Are you here... comfort me?"

"This is not comfort, but the assertion of the founder." Roland stood up. "Listen, now is not the time to give up! Since you mentioned trust, please believe me, this is far from irreparable." Happening!"

"Because, I am a god."

When the dream was interrupted, Roland suddenly sat up from the lounge chair.

At the moment, it was still in the afternoon. There were scattered snowflakes outside the window. The nightingale kept in the office flashed in front of him for the first time. He asked with anxiety. "How come you wake up so quickly? Is there any discomfort?" ?"

This is the first time he has entered the world of dreams after two days of coma. He usually sleeps from noon to about four o'clock in the usual habits, but now it is not clear.

"Reassured, I have nothing." Roland solemnly said, "You will inform the book and the honey, let them immediately come to the castle, I have important tasks to arrange."

The nightingale still carefully examined his temperature and pulse, and nodded after confirming that there was no problem. "I understand."

When the other party broke into the fog, Roland returned to his desk and laid out a pen paper plan.

In order to save the life of Fiji, it is necessary to let the two worlds work together to launch a joint rescue.

Once you leave the dream, the time there will be static, which will undoubtedly get a crucial moment for the rescue. Even if there is only one breath left, if he does not dream again, this tone will not end.

The core of the resurrection is that Nana's new ability is attached to the magic of healing power. As long as you use enough quantity at a time, you can suppress the disintegration of your body function.

Then there is the field of books. He can't bring things into the world of dreams, but the small archives can. Considering that the witch's ability can be accepted by the dream world and displayed as it is, then the magical items should also reach the conscious world.

Of course, only the two are still not enough.

First, he needs to send these life-saving treatments from the archives to the high-speed bridge in the shortest possible time.

Secondly, enchanted sutures and gauze can only pull Fiji from the edge of death. To deal with injuries such as fractures, more specialized equipment and tools must be used, which undoubtedly requires the assistance of professional physicians.

Only by bringing together the power of everyone can we create this miracle.