Collapse of Iron: Cultivating the Star God was exposed, breaking the defense of Ruan Mei

A silvery-white mirror appeared from the sky, and the figure became clearly visible.

It was a woman with a silver hood and a face as blue as a drop of water, and she was walking into the corridors of the Daydream Hotel.

“....... The insect god who was not born in the world...."

“.... You were arrested, you know?"

The clear female voice echoed in the filthy dream.

However, the little knight with the pale head only slightly deflected his empty dark eyes and glanced at her.

Dingling ————

Pure white bone nails burst through the air, piercing the brief silence.

The little pale knight turned into a black shadow and stabbed at something that was hovering on the ceiling towards death.

But the nail failed to touch anything towards death, what it touched was a mirror that reflected what was facing death.

The mirror surface was shattered by the collision of bone nails, and thousands of broken mirrors fell from the sky and sprinkled on the little knight's side.

Hidden behind the mirror, Something twisted its wounded body towards death, tearing a cloud of black and purple mist through the air.

Its figure flickered, it slid into it, and disappeared

The little knight tries to catch up with the vanished 12 and face death, but the mirrors that fall around it reflect its figure.

Suddenly, several mirrors identical to the little knight came out of the mirror, holding bone nails and stabbing at the little knight.

However, the little knight waved the real bone nail in his hand, and easily pierced through the skull of a mirror.

As he turned around, the black shadow of the void within the little knight's pale skull flowed out, tearing the other mirror shadows apart in the blink of an eye.

"Sure enough, the insect god who copied with his memory didn't even have half the strength of his body. The woman with a mirrored face shook her head.

"I told you earlier..... This time the action was too impulsive. "

A slender figure beside the mirrored woman gradually took shape,

It was an elegant woman in a black velvet nun's dress, quietly placing her hand on the mirror woman's shoulder.

"Messenger, you know that there are not many resources available to the Remembrance Court right now. "

"Black swan, you're still against me?"

The messenger turned around, stared at the black swan, and said:

"Can't you see what kind of destiny this unborn insect god is going to bring?"

"It is a deeper realm than a dream, a deeper subconscious under the water surface, a deeper subconscious on the iceberg, called the abyss of the unconscious. "

The messenger pointed to the little knight who was at war with the mirror image,

"The unborn insect god. "

"There is no mind to think. "

"There is no will to be submissed. "

"There is no sound of weeping for suffering. "

"It is not nothingness, and nothingness requires the consciousness of understanding nothingness. "

"It is the unconscious, it is the deep sleep of consciousness, the hollowness of the mind. "

"It is the black egg of the god of deep sleep and emptiness, the negation of memory, consciousness, heart and emotion, and the great enemy of memory. "

"That rash action is even more blasphemous....." the black swan sighed softly.

The messenger ignored the black swan's indistinct language, and her eyes were entirely focused on the little knight.

The mirrors that emerged from the dreams were fragile, easily torn apart under the little knight's bone nails.

This mirror image is a memetic creature created based on a memory, and it should have the power to be close to the original in the dream.

But this pale little knight, i.e. without memory and unconscious, is a hollow in the realm of memory.

These mirrors are therefore weak and vulnerable.

But the Courier had no intention of relying on these small mirrors.

The shattered mirrors constantly record the movements and moves of the little knight, recording it as a memory in the mirror.

The messenger bowed slightly, looking at the shadows beside him.

Those were the Remembrers of the Court, who had mobilized all the forces they could for this operation.

"It's close, we're going to have to give it some enemies on the hour to fight for a while. The messenger said, looking around.

The shadowy Remembrers bowed slightly, and together they raised their hands, and two mirrors appeared in front of the little knight at the same time.

"Flame Gun!

The Fortifier's spear drew a trail of flames and stabbed at the little knight.

The Builder's Amber Lance ignited and collided with the pale bone spikes of the young knight.

The hollow, pitch-black contents flowed out of the little knight's pale skull again, intertwined with the spiral pattern on the bone spike and the fire on the cavalry lance.

The little knight raised a hand and aimed it at the gray-haired girl holding the spear.

Black shadows condensed in its hands, and wails rang through the shadows.

"Rules are meant to be broken!"

Another gray-haired girl suddenly appeared beside the little knight, and the bat in her hand marked a path of destruction.

Jingle ————

The little knight was knocked on the head, and a sound as crisp as a wind chime came out.

The little knight turned his head and looked at the gray-haired girl with a bat in her hands with dark and empty eyes.

The mirror image of the pioneer who came out of his memory showed an awkward smile.

The dark shadows in the little knight's hands were aimed at her head.

Bang————————

Pitch-black energy roared out, and the pioneer with the bat shattered into a mirror. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Then the little knight turned his head abruptly to look at the pioneer with a spear in hand.

The spear pioneer scratched his head, "Uh, I'm sorry I made a mistake. "

"Do you know how to get to the nearest trash can?"

There was a moment in the air, as embarrassing as death.

The messenger was at first wrong, and then couldn't help but cover his face.

Should it be said that it is a mirror image of that pioneer?

The little knight who has no mind is naturally not coaxed by the nonsensical words of the spear pioneer,

The bone nail in its hand suddenly burst through the air and stabbed at the spear pioneer.

The spear pioneer tried to resist, but without the advantage of the first move, she could not keep up with the speed of the little knight.

With a crisp shot, the little knight smashed the spear pioneer into a mirror.

"Worm God, you've stepped into a trap. The messenger whispered.

The mirrors scattered around the little knight suddenly rose, reflecting the figure of the little knight.

"The god of deep sleep and emptiness who was not born in the world. "

The messenger whispered to the little knight:

"Even if you don't have a memory that you can recall, someone else's memory of you can still be used to bind you. "

The messenger raised his hand slightly,

Condensed frost erupted from the mirror, wrapping around the little knight's body.

The little knight wanted to move, but suddenly found that his legs were frozen by the frost.

"Perfect experience: Pu Li. The courier's fingertips condensed into a mirror blade and shot 403 at the little knight.

The little knight couldn't dodge, and was forced into the pale skull by the mirror blade. []

There was a sound of the mirror shattering, and the heavy frost centered on the mirror blade crawled all over the little knight's body.

The little knight sluggished, barely raising the bone nail in his hand and aiming it at the courier's mirrored face.

"Away from God. The messenger clenched his fingers, and the frost condensed into a thick layer of ice, freezing the little knight beneath it.

"Solved," the messenger breathed a sigh of relief.

The pale little knight in front of him was an unborn star god, a black egg cultivated by the god-maker.

If it weren't for the destiny it was going to open, it would be related to dreams, consciousness and memory, and it would be suitable for cultivation in Pinoconi, which was soaked in memory.

Yiting is afraid that it will be difficult to find out, let alone capture.

Even in a battlefield like Dreams, which is suitable for memorists, the Courier feels extremely dangerous, and the slightest mistake may be counter-killed by the little knight.

"I will first retreat from the realm of the Memory Court with the insect god, so as not to be approached by the god creator. The messenger said to the black swan.

"Then I'll leave this dream first, for some reason..... I had a feeling of panic. The black swan shook his head and said.

"We're memes, and we've long since lost our hearts. The messenger shrugged and watched as the black swan vanished into the dream.

She turned her head and walked towards the little knight who was frozen in frost.

Click..... The sound of frost breaking rang out from the little knight's body.

(The protagonist will appear at the end of the Yalilo plot, and Feilu's new shelf mechanism, I didn't control the rhythm, and I originally planned to put it on the shelf.) ）。