A pair of rubber-soled leather boots stepped on the potholes. grave

Dr. Lehman stepped out of the darkness and walked into the huge palace where the Lord of the Evening Yellow was. Although still separated by a considerable distance, his body was still illuminated by that ominous light.

At this time, he had put on the goggles. One mirror is shattered. He took a deep breath and connected the two electrodes to the two sockets on his temple.

Close the eyes, the soul is out of the body, simulating a sleep state.

A huge green ghost looms above him. "Lucid Dreams", Lehman has the rare ability to manipulate and shape dreams.

At this moment, he is full of spiritual power, turning the **** with black gloves, turning on the dream wave amplifier on his back to the maximum power, and throwing the dream he created into the air.

The huge green ghost roared at the Lord of the Sunshine. The Remnant Dream Aggregator guarding the exit was enraged by an opponent of comparable size, and the small black spots in its body rotated extremely fast, dragging dazzling thunder rolling towards it.

Professor Lehman's goggles reflected the rays of the setting sun, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his throat moved...

In that huge evening dream, there are tens of thousands of nightmare residues, and all kinds of horrible and strange things are staged in turn, one ebbs and another. Ordinary people will leave huge psychological trauma even if they just look at it.

Not only that, but the sallow thunderbolt is already amazingly powerful, and what it radiates from the Lord of the Evening Yellow is even more numb. To be precise, this numbness is not due to mental factors, but because of the It is full of irritable electric charges, causing the hairs to stand on end, so it is a real "whole body numbness".

The distance was getting closer and closer, as if a whole nightmare world was about to swallow him. Before Lehman couldn't restrain himself and wanted to turn around and run away, a figure flashed in front of him.

The figure raised his hands, palms seemed to form a starry sky. In the starry sky, floating a dream catcher woven with willow branches. Dreamcatcher exudes an ancient atmosphere, which was created by a senior shaman of the Que tribe.

This A-level mysterious heritage that can capture dreams is not owned by the current user Arthur. It is one of Lehman's powerful props for dreams. At this moment, it is driven by Arthur's spiritual power, and its scale is astonishing—

A huge dreamcatcher with the starry sky as the background surfaced in front of him, and the Lord of the Sunshine rumbled into it. The flexible net was deformed and elongated until it broke away from the net circle and completely wrapped around the Lord of the Sunshine. .

The dream catcher tightened, and this bursting nightmare remnant couldn't move...

The capture of the Lord of Sunset is complete!

However, before it ended its struggle, Arthur had to inject a lot of spiritual power into the net.

Everyone came out of the darkness one after another. Seeing that the net made of starry sky gradually tightened, the Lord of the Sunshine burst out bursts of struggling light.

In the sea of ​​strong light, what did Xiao En, who squinted his eyes, see...

After Arthur injected almost all his spiritual power into the net, the Lord of Sunset finally calmed down. Lehman seemed to have overcome his fear of it and stepped forward, hands in insulating gloves, wanting to touch the bound thing with some fascination.

Not very wise move. Just as Sean was about to advise the professor not to get too close, a yellow pulse came out of the gap like a snake and hit Lehman's forehead directly.

The yellow pulse drilled into the amplifier on Lehman's back along the two thin lines, and in an instant a smaller sunset bloomed above his head. A pair of eyes that were originally dream green turned into evening yellow. grave

Lehman had a sharp smile on his face, and his demeanor was completely different from before.

He extended his psychic substance into the Lord of Sunset, greedily sucking the burst energy. The setting sun above his head seemed to have become another Lord of the Setting Sun who was smaller but equally hateful.

Brain-Tank Sméagol danced in the distance.

"Arthur, the Ark of Eternal Night..." Lehman's two pupils had completely changed color, "I never expected to provide such a famous bait for my big baby!

"Thank you for your help—merge with it!" Lehman yelled, the setting sun bursting overhead.

The moment when the strong light shines seems to be condensed in the eyes of Moonlight·1902. What kind of a scene is that...

The evening-yellow energy mass exploded, as if a follicle that envelops all the terrible things in the world burst, and strange things from some nightmares blended together, imprinted in the air above the palace in a posture that could almost make people collapse and go mad …grave

In the face of such thunder, I am afraid that the demigods will perish. Not to mention Arthur, whose spiritual power was almost exhausted, and Sean and his party, who were still weak due to the side effects of Binon.

The terrible heat evaporated the team that had managed to reach the edge of R'lyeh in an instant—nothing remained.

After the Remnant Thunderstorm, in the smell of ozone, Lehman laughed: he not only captured the Lord of Sunset, but also gave him a very, very powerful soul. Almost crazy laughter resounded through the hall.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Apart from the laughter, Xiao En and the others looked sideways at Lehman unharmed.

Sean is providing a lot of spiritual power to the moonlight, and the pianist is playing a rhapsody behind Lehman. It is this imaginative music that guides the half-crazy Lehman into what he thinks is reality. In that reality, he successfully deceived Sean and his party...

"How do you know?" The order to hallucinate Lehman at the critical moment was given by Arthur in advance, and Yueguang was puzzled. grave

At this time, the Lord of the Sunset has stabilized, tightly restrained by the dream catcher, and the brightness and volume have been greatly reduced.

"Intuition..." Sean said, "plus some evidence."

"What evidence?"

"As we can see, the Lord of Sunset has his own consciousness." Lehman stopped laughing wildly, and his eyes that reflected the yellow light cooled down. He temporarily lost consciousness and just stood there sluggishly. Sméagol shivered in the distance.

"The so-called consciousness is the ability to judge and a certain strategy... But, the soul residues we see are similar to dead bones, where does the consciousness come from?"

"Maybe the Lord of Sunset is different? Maybe because it has concentrated the energy of a lot of soul slag, it gave birth to consciousness?"

"This is unlikely." Sean said, "Chaos is superimposed on top of chaos, and you will only get more chaos—how could an intelligent body be born?" Grave

If the Lord of Sunset is not intelligent, it will keep chasing Lehman until he escapes. It is absolutely impossible to choose to guard the only exit. Sitting on the sidelines ~lightnovelpub.net~ obviously shows that it has strategic capabilities.

Moonlight frowned: "Then how did the wisdom of the Lord of the Sunshine come into being? What does this have to do with Lehman?"

"Something is rotating regularly inside the Lord of the Sunshine... Guess what it is?"

Moonlight shook her head: "Xiao, don't be a fool!"

"The mask." Eternal Night's Ark said, "It's the mask of the explorer.

"There are six masks parading in it—the Lord of the Sunshine swallowed six explorers, and their consciousness remains in it!"

"Lehman said he brought two assistants..." Moonlight blinked

"That's right, two of the six Jack-level masks must be Lehman's assistants. Then the question arises, where did the other four masks come from? There are very few explorers visiting the barren station, let alone other The Jack class went crazy and came here—"

Moonlight had goosebumps all over her body: "It was Lehman! Lehman brought them in!?"