‘You are the **** of "dreams," and it’s easy to blur the boundary between illusion and reality. But you want to let the family members inherit some of these powers, it is too high to look at them. Just as I, as a fantasy species, have never seen the true face of the "dream world", how can they contain this power. ’

Hearing this, Rope raised his brows.

"So that's it. It's the so-called standing too high and neglecting the scenery under your feet...extravagant troubles."

Yes, luxury.

To his overpowering power, giving the family a small thing to manipulate illusion and reality is already considered a "stingy" level, but it still exceeds the rules of creation of this world.

This is no longer a demanding level, but Ropey wants to make "impossible" possible. If the spirit seed can bestow the power of one of the essence of the spirit to the created race, then this world would have collapsed long ago.

... No wonder the magic of creating races has been failing.

‘Ashamed, this is the only proposal that my solidified superficial thinking can think of. Maybe it’s not even a proposal for you...’

"No, you helped, Nibia."

Rope laughed.

"Is a very reliable apostle."

So what should I do if I cannot bear the power of the "dream"?

-Refinement.

Analyze and dig toward the end of the spirit that has never cared about and is not important.

"Dream" is born from "mind", and when combined together, this short-lived flower in the water can appear. Then it would be good to extract the power of the "mind" from the essence.

Coincidentally, Rope himself is a master of the spiritual masters, and it is easy to accomplish this kind of thing.

Slightly lowering the starting point, the magic of creating races was launched smoothly.

The complicated operation is based on the ability implanted in the "Mind", the pitch-black magic circle is distorted and spread outwards, eventually covering the entire city surrounded by fog in the sky.

The sky, which was not very bright, was completely darkened.

The dark blue tentacles in that section also dissolve in the magic circle, which means that the family members who are about to appear will become similar to Rope's "children".

The abyss-like power poured into the magic circle, and Rope walked to the balcony on the top of the clock tower, looking at the city that belonged to him. There was no exhaustion on his face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew.

--felt it!

Hundreds of thousands, the throbbing of "life"!

In this world, another distinction between upper and lower species is the difference between "biology" and "life."

Biology is very easy to understand. No matter how powerful a race is and how powerful it is, creatures may be able to extend their lives, but they cannot escape the iron law of old age, sickness and death. Even the mechanical cyborgs have a waiting period, and they must rely on the creation of new organisms to maintain the existence of the race. This is a "creature".

Life is a little hard to describe.

They are ethnic groups and individuals. Each life is relatively independent and has no life limit-the most typical example is the two people staying in the bell tower.

Spiritual species, fantasy species.

The remaining dragon essence species, giant species, and skywing species can all be included in the "life" range, so they are high-ranking races...

Joining your own torso is indeed the right choice...

The black-haired youth will open his arms, a force that cannot be ignored, and the unique sense of dignity of the gods will burst out.

I don't know when the atmosphere became solemn and solemn.

Inzaen Nibia watched Rope nervously, and was able to observe the opportunity of a **** spirit species to create a race from close range. I am afraid that from the beginning of the world, it was only a fantasy species.

For a long time, the dark-haired young man stared at the magic circle in the sky with blue eyes, and sang clearly in an unknown language when the distorted graphics spread to the peak.

"You are all my servants, my sons, born in a gloomy nightmare, and must be fascinated in the depths of my soul!"

"This is chaos, this is extremely evil!"

"The shattered dreamland will be the only place and home for you. Your eternal life will be accompanied by nightmares. At the same time, you will also control this dream under my care! No one can violate this principle!"

"Forerunners of disasters, children of nightmares, I give you the name of "Nightmare". "

"In order to hold the throne of world dominance, in the name of the **** of disasters, fears, and dreams, order you and other nightmares to come here immediately!"

The **** gave the command.

Then the world obeyed.

It is such a simple phenomenon.

In the sky, the darkness of magic became a patch. It became like a whole cloud, and less than ten seconds later, it began to rain heavily.

The raindrops are black and shiny.

As if to perceive this city, this dream, this fragmented and incredible home.

They flow freely.

Gradually, in the dark river, the existence broke free from "in the womb" and stood up.

One, two, three, four... piece by piece, uncountable.

They have an indeterminate posture characteristic of an energy body, and their lower limbs are dark blue tentacles similar to Rope's. But this appearance didn't last long. Under the innate powerful spiritual ability, when the dim spiritual links were sent to Ropey's hands, their appearance also changed.

Towards a standard humanoid body.

The faceless face uses energy directly from the outside to form a basic attire. Pointed hat, trench coat, trousers, and leather boots, just like hunters in "Curse of Blood."

There is no doubt that this is Rope's own aesthetic.

The so-called inevitability of the spiritual race is that there will be a general console such as the "mind terminal". The master console of the Nightmare Species is currently their creator, Rope.

But this does not mean that they are puppets without thinking.

It's just a more bizarre way of living that ordinary people can't understand.

"Welcome, my children..."

Feeling the gradual establishment of the huge network of hearts among the ethnic group, Rope showed a smile.

Inzaen Nibia followed the lord, silently watching the scene below that could be called "greatness".

At the end of this war, the last belated intellectual race was born.

Created by the gods of disasters, fears and dreams, living in fragmented dreams, not dying of life limits, shuttles between illusion and reality, masters who manipulate the power of the soul.