Alice's Dream Club

The sixty-eighth time withered, Lynch's body finally had a certain resistance to withered.

Withering for the 144th time, Lynch had a preliminary understanding of the process of withering, and was able to control his withering body accordingly.

Withering for the 392nd time, Lynch finally showed an aggressive performance.

—he raised his middle finger at Song of the Dead.

"..."

Alice, who was recording, put down the pen, then picked up the pen again and wrote a line of remarks under the record.

— One shouldn't be offended by a mental illness.

After writing this memo, Alice continued to observe and record it.

Apparently, Song of the Dead could read the international gesture, and after Lynch raised his middle finger, it swung that thick multi-jointed arm towards Lynch.

Although there was no entity, Lynch could indeed feel the wind pressure caused by the accelerated falling of heavy objects.

Without daring to delay, he immediately made a quick dodge response.

boom!

The knobby arm made a deafening roar in the nothingness, and the position where Lynch was before stirred up waves of shock.

Lynch, who had already escaped, stepped onto the arm of Song of the Dead, and loaded the bullet in his hand while climbing quickly.

According to the information learned from the agent, the real song of the dead should be similar to the existence of a real god, and its name is just a title that has been withheld. She was committed to maintaining the macro balance between the two directs, and fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion.

The one in front of her doesn't match the real goddess in every aspect except her face.

Ever since, Lynch pulled the trigger without any psychological pressure.

bang bang bang—

A series of gunshots echoed, and the bullets engraved with talisman characters went straight to the giant face.

The power of withering immediately enveloped the firearm and the fired bullets in Lynch's hands, and he was prepared to clench his fists at this moment.

An invisible force enveloped the fired projectile until the projectile was about to penetrate the face, and the mysterious barrier force just happened to fade away.

That is Lynch's external spiritual power, and it is also an extension of his will.

After the projectile sank into the surface of the Song of the Dead, an impact-like explosion occurred, and the dead face at the first moment was immediately disfigured at the next moment.

There was no sound, but Lynch still felt the emotion called anger, as if he heard the roar from the song of the dead.

"It actually cares about disfigurement."

Alice: "..."

While communicating with Alice, Lynch did not stop climbing. Fifteen years of trials brought him a lot of experience in fighting giant creatures.

By the time he replaced the new magazine, he had reached the shoulder of Song of the Dead, as wide as an airstrip.

The relatively small body brought great convenience to Lynch. He raised his hand and emptied the second magazine. He gave up his aging body and allowed it to wither at an accelerated rate. When he reappeared, he had jumped to the distance between the dead and the dead. The height of the face of the song.

The third magazine was replaced, and he raised his arm to fire again quickly.

It continued like this for several times, and the continuous impact and explosion almost completely disintegrated the face of Song of the Dead.

It can be clearly felt that every "disfigurement shot" by Lynch will aggravate the anger emanating from Song of the Dead. As the anger intensifies, its attacks become more and more violent.

However, Lynch's insignificance made him always one step late, no matter how he chased and slapped him, he couldn't hurt Lynch at all.

When his face was completely muddy, Lynch finally stopped using the pistol.

——It’s overheated, and it’s guaranteed to be scrapped if you continue to use it. It’s distressing.

The cessation of shooting gave Song of the Dead time to recover, but it was only for a moment.

Two brand new Gatlings appeared in his hands again, the flames were dazzling, and Alice beat her chest and feet.

"Can't you fight seriously... What's the point of fighting like this..."

"You—say—what—did—I—"

"If you do this on purpose again, I won't practice for you."

Lynch reappeared on the 892nd, and he immediately became normal in telepathy.

"You really think this kind of attack is useless?"

Alice was startled when she heard this.

There are two possibilities before Alice at this time:

The first one is that there must be a turning point in the follow-up, and all the shooting must pave the way for something to come. Lynch likes this way of doing things very much;

The second one is that this damn wicked guy nodded solemnly after pondering for a few seconds, and said seriously, "Well, it's really useless."

Faced with the existence of this level in front of her, Alice hesitated for a few seconds and chose to trust Lynch once.

I believe he will be serious once.

Living up to Alice's trust, Lynch threw Gatlin aside after emptying two ammunition boxes.

Bang!

"No matter what, the essence of its composition is spirit, and even a single shot can cause tons of damage to it."

While conducting telepathy, Lynch tidied up his clothes.

His aura gradually changed subtly, and this change isolated all the withering forces that caused aging to nothingness.

"And have you noticed that after being continuously attacked for such a long time, its shell has been significantly weakened, but the power of withering has not weakened in the slightest."

Lynch's aura is rising steadily, and the chaotic space is gradually returning to order under the influence of his aura, and the chaos and withering that fills the surroundings are forcibly reversed and corrected.

"Of course, so is the power of Chaos."

Taking a step forward, the space suddenly oscillates.

"So the shooting was to test this first, I wanted to verify that this guy who appeared in front of us is not the Song of the Dead itself-it turns out, ya not."

Taking another step, the concept of time emerges in the forced and regular order.

All things began to stand still and stagnate with him as the center, and the expanding vesicles disturbed the entire chaotic world in reverse with the release of breath.

"So after confirming that this guy who looks bluffing is actually quite bluffing is not that existence, the next thing to do is naturally to consider how to get out of here."

Lynch's step forward was not fast, and the range was very small.

But the expansion of order and time is extremely fast, and it only takes him and Alice to explain, and the vesicles have completely covered this place.

Including that fake Song of the Dead.

"Compared to destroying it, the projectile's greater role is to test and test this place. Only when we know the composition of this place can we go out."

The sound of cracking suddenly echoed in the ears of the two, and traces that were about to break appeared in sight.

Alice was very familiar with this trace, it was a sign that Lynch had activated his power.

"Speaking of which, when I have you by my side, my luck is quite good. Originally, I thought that I would have to empty four or five bullet boxes to analyze the reference point of this independent closed space and then intervene and interfere. I didn't expect that it would only take Two is enough."

At this time, Lynch had arrived not far from the song of the fake dead.

Order has completely ruled the time and space in the vesicle, and although the false song of the dead can continue to convey death and death, it no longer has the support of chaos.

The malice at this time is just an expression of ideas, and the current withering is just a natural law.

Looking up at the unrecoverable face, Lynch sighed softly.

"Everything has a price, especially evil. There is no fairness or unfairness. It's all self-inflicted. Be a good person when you have the chance."

After the voice fell, the huge mutant appeared to be weathered.

There was no wind in the stagnant space, but it gradually turned into pieces of light particles and disappeared in this space-time.

When the song of the dead completely dissipated, the space also collapsed suddenly at this moment.

Lynch came to Alice's side before the space collapsed, and involuntarily hugged the girl who really needed to gain weight again, opening the protective barrier.

Different from the controlled collapse in the past, this time it is more like something is tearing apart, some things and even concepts are returning to nothingness, and in the center of the collapse, Lynch and Alice can see a faintly visible swirl.

It is this vortex that swallows everything, and it is this vortex that restores everything.

The vortex is reshaping what it considers "abnormal," including Lynch and Alice.

The power of reshaping is very terrifying. It is writing from the foundation, erasing and rebuilding at the basic information level.

Lynch was trying his best to resist this reshaping power from the real world. Only then did he understand how terrifying the power of the universe itself is.

However, at this moment, a soft sigh echoed in his ear.

This soft and endless voice made Lynch suddenly look up and look around. It seemed to come from the past and exist in the future.

Lynch couldn't trace back to the source of the sound, let alone tell whether he had hallucinations due to resisting the will of the universe.

Until suddenly he found that he and Alice had returned to that buffer world.

There is no longer any trace of the previous everything, as if nothing happened.

Alice was also in a daze, because she also heard the faint sigh.

Catching Lynch's gaze, Alice suddenly had an immature idea.

"That... just now is a real goddess?"

"I don't know," Lynch frowned, "but the only one who can control the universe model is the true god?"

Alice shook her head and looked at the beam of light.

The beam of light no longer has a "door" response, and the end of the beam of light can no longer sense the position.

It seems that the light has been leading to a distant place, a distant place that no one can reach.

"Okay, anyway, the matter about the goddess sister is still far away, let's go down to see the second and the eldest lady first, and destroy the collection of resentful spirits and the gathering space here, I don't know how the Muxiu society exploded Woolen cloth."

"Um."

In response, Alice climbed down from Lynch's arms.

"If you hug me so suddenly next time, I will definitely be angry with you."

Lynch: "..."