Zongman: My five senses are connected with the proud daughter of the world

The flames shot up into the sky, and the surging air waves dispersed the clouds in the sky.

It also caused the false night sky of the dream world to crack with a hideous crack with a crisp sound.

Inside the philosophical womb, Sunday looked in disbelief at the crack in the sky.

"The dream... is shattered..."

The endless supply of prayer power, which was precisely selected by Huanlong and prepared to be used as fuel, flowed into Artoria's holy sword through the Holy Grail and the Command Seal of the Star.

The invisible holy sword finally revealed its true form.

Even as the owner of the holy sword, Artoria was still struggling and holding on.

She felt like she was about to lose her grip on the hilt of the sword!

“—Caliburrrrrrr!!!”

A fiery pillar of light that tore a crack in the sky crashed down like a toppling pillar of heaven as the Knight King swung his sword with all his might.

It also created a longer and deeper crack in the false night sky of the dream.

If the pillar of heaven falls, the sky will naturally collapse.

Sunday felt that everything in his sight, the sky and the earth, the people and objects, as well as the sounds, were all swallowed up by the surging, tsunami-like golden waves.

Then, everything fell into darkness.

Outside, watching as the mountain of flesh and blood of Old Emperor Ao was burned into wisps of green smoke in the golden waves, and the giant philosophical fetus collapsed helplessly, an excited March Seventh snapped his fingers on the spot: "Great! We win!"

"Brother...!" The robin looked at the fallen philosophical fetus worriedly, but he did not let his guard down in his heart.

Because he was beside her, Huang Quan never let go of his hand on the hilt of the knife.

There were even signs of him drawing his sword.

In the center of the battlefield, Cu Chulainn looked at the post-war scene in horror, which was so devastated that it was not enough to describe it.

In the direction where Altria swung her sword, a golden storm swept past, unstoppable, rushing forward as if to pierce through the entire world.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

Looking at the dream fragments that were constantly crumbling around him, Cu Chulainn swallowed his saliva and patted his chest: "Too terrible! If we encountered this in the Holy Grail War over there, I really don't want to fight you if I can help it."

"Over there, I probably wouldn't have the strength I have now." Altria gasped for breath and her body slowly descended from mid-air.

Xing quickly supported his servant and asked with concern, "How is it? Are you feeling weak?"

"Thank you for your concern, Master." Artoria supported herself with her sword and stood up again. "It wasn't me who pierced the dream, but the wishes of all living beings gathered in the Holy Grail. I was only responsible for dispelling this power."

"No matter how powerful the bullet is, you still need a good gun." It was rare for Portio not to use the blocked swear words in his sentence.

But he lost his composure the next second: "Damn it! We actually love this guy so much?"

"Everyone, please be careful, something is wrong."

Caster, who had been dancing in the back to buff everyone, came forward and warned in a deep voice:

"The Taiyi Dream has stopped collapsing, and this big guy hasn't disappeared."

Everyone was shocked to find that the philosophical fetus, which seemed to be about to turn into endless light particles and dissipate, had stopped dissipating at some point.

The Taiyi Dream, which should have continued to collapse, was stuck at a certain stage as if time had stopped, and there was no sign of further collapse.

Philosophy in the womb.

As Sunday continued to fall in darkness, a low laugh was heard.

"Hehehe...I told you that you will pay the price."

"It's you……"

Hearing that the voice came from the dream master Gopher, Sunday pulled the corners of his mouth bitterly.

"Originally, once you were defeated, order would collapse."

"But things are indeed developing as I expected. Half of the authority of the One Dream of Order is controlled by the Holy Grail. In other words, if the Holy Grail still existed, the One Dream would not have completely collapsed."

"Then, Sunday, my favorite child, please give me your body for now."

"You--!" Sunday widened his eyes, and before he could react, he heard a violent heartbeat.

Boom!

Boom!

The sound emanated from the fetus of philosophy, as if the entire half-broken Taiyi dream was vibrating...

Sunday instantly understood what Meng was mainly doing - the star core!

The Pinocchio Theater, which serves as a battlefield, is the incarnation of the star core in the dream world. The current dream master will occupy his body and use the power of the star core to launch a desperate counterattack!

outside world.

The philosophical fetus, which had been lying motionless, suddenly stood up again.

“Ahhhh why is it moving again!!!”

Because of Asna's reminder, the already nervous March Seventh was frightened on the spot.

"Isn't it tired? Come on!"

"Ms. Mockingbird, your brother is such a good fighter...!"

No, that doesn’t seem to be my brother!

The robin shook his head in the background.

"Be careful!" Huang Quan suddenly spoke.

The robin was startled and realized that a lot of people had slowly gathered around him.

There are humans, the Tianhuan people, the intelligent machines, the Pipisi people, and even the Jingmeng Theater!

"Hehe... Robin, you're also a Master as expected. That Caster is actually your Heroic Spirit, right?"

One of the Pipisi spoke up.

"You are..." Robin's pupils shrank, "Dream Master?"

"You are controlling my brother now!?"

"No, no, no, it just made him completely embrace order." This time it was a Tianhuan male who spoke.

After answering the robin's question, Dream 0.7 Lord Gefeimu controlled the Tianhuan Clan male and persuaded Huang Quan, "Ms. Huang Quan, if you leave now, I can guarantee that no one will be hurt, and your companions will be safe."

In response to Gophermu, there was a crisp sound of a sword being sheathed.

No one could see how Huang Quan swung the knife. It was as if the knife was only pulled out a little and then pushed back by her.

But those who surrounded the two and were controlled by the Dream Master fell down in an instant.

"Miss Huang Quan——"

"Don't worry, they're fine. I just cut off the Dream Master's control over them."

Looking up, Huang Quan stared at the philosophical fetus who had stood up again.

With the power of the star core, it has become bigger and more threatening than before.

But - it also exposed the Dream Master's flaws.

Chapter 458: Altria: Otherwise, you should vote.

"Resistance is futile—"

The philosophical fetus made such a declaration.

"The advent of order cannot be stopped!"

It waved the batons in both hands, spreading a large amount of puppet threads between heaven and earth.

"The God Lord we are waiting for will create a new world!"

Lowering his head, the philosophical fetus looked at the people in front of him.

Xing grinned and raised his hand to give it a middle finger.

"Hey Man Fc*k~You!"

"Noisy!"

The hymn suddenly became loud and clear.

The conference hall, which had almost collapsed, was restored to its original state as if time had gone back.

The dream cracks that spread across heaven and earth are also slowly repairing.

The dream master who controlled Sunday and the philosophical fetus was watching all this with satisfaction, but suddenly met Huang Quan's expressionless gaze in the distance.

She is like a dot of ink on a piece of white paper, so eye-catching that it is impossible to ignore her.

Nothingness is indeed a huge trouble.

But it doesn’t matter. Under order, there is no room for nothingness to exist. Since it cannot be digested, just exclude her!

"You should leave now."

The fetus of philosophy points to the underworld with its right baton.

The 21 that responded to it was a pair of closed eyes.

A patch of snow-white hair starting from the top of the head, changing from dark blue to pale white.

A pair of tears of blood flowing from the corners of the eyes.

And the dazzling light of the sword.

"I mourn for...the dead..."

At this moment, the dream lost all its colors.

The dreamer stared in shock at the huge black hole rising from the black sea at the end of his sight.

IX…!?

No, no, no, that can't be IX. It's just one of IX's thousand representations at most!

Feeling the immense emptiness that seemed to crush all meaning in the universe, the dreamer, in disbelief, finally cried out, "How could you... be so..."

So strong!!!

He had already overestimated Huang Quan. It was not like he had not encountered other travelers with the fate of nothingness, and he had also seen strong people at the level of the envoy.

But the Void Commander is a special case!

IX doesn't glance at anyone, and no monster has ever appeared in the universe that has gone far enough on the path of nothingness to possess the power of a commander.

Theoretically, due to the special nature of nothingness, anyone would self-annihilate before reaching the level of a commander.

Therefore, no one has ever been sure how far the messenger of this destiny can go.

"The evening rain...will eventually fall!"

Huang Quan's voice became the only strange sound echoing between heaven and earth.

……Dividing line……

"What... just happened?" March Seven's eyes were wide open, unable to understand the current situation.

The conference venue is intact.

The surrounding buildings that collapsed during the war are now as clean as new.

The gorgeous neon lights are flashing, and the rhythmic music that plays at the Hot Sand Venue every moment is still loud.

The only anomaly was the giant philosophical fetus lying on the ground in front of them.

This time it was really dissipating.

Xing spread his hands and pointed the baseball bat at the philosophical fetus: "I don't know, I just remember it rising, and then it seemed to be killed instantly by a knife."

"He was making some tough talk before he was killed," Poteo laughed and taunted. "Now he looks like a woohoo on the side of the road!"

"Don't you dare say that about the cute Wuwubo!" Little Sanyue was very dissatisfied with Potio's description.