Chapter 236 Ritual: Dream Eater

Without warning.

As Annan said this sentence.

The atmosphere in the hall of the Gray Tower suddenly became tense.

The originally faint aroma of wine suddenly became richer, and immediately deteriorated into the smell of wine. If it was originally liqueur chocolate, now it is as strong as being surrounded by a group of big guys who are drinking white wine and getting high.

The players behind Annan suddenly cheered up, and they couldn't help crying in their hearts, talking about Annan's irrationality: My boss, what are you talking about here!

Even if you want to turn against Trissino...

Can't we find Niussel first, sign a contract with him, let him gain immortality, wear buffs all over his body, and then hold a group to fight the boss!

It's like after Conan found out about the murderer, he went to the murderer's house alone without the police or adults, and began to identify the murderer face to face...

Just very brave.

In this case, the solo link can be seamlessly connected after the talk is over...

But they don't complain too much.

I can only sigh with emotion—finally the nonsense is over, and I am ready to do it.

Although the dialogue option was not selected properly, resulting in the inability to fight at the strongest state, it didn't matter.

Nefertari stood beside Ah Dian very tactfully.

And several other players, including Ah Dian, started spell patterns one after another.

Curse patterns of different colors crawled out of their carrying objects, and attached to all parts of their bodies like living creatures.

Curse gas visible to the naked eye burst out from their bodies, filled with all kinds of brilliance.

But Annan stood there without moving.

He just looked at Trissino, who was smirking, and neither of them made a move.

Feeling the fluctuation of the power of the curse, the idol wizards of the Gray Tower also sensed something was wrong and gradually gathered together.

But not before the first person comes close and sees it all.

The momentum on Trissino's body suddenly relaxed: "I'm just kidding,

His Majesty.

"There is no special reason...you knock the door, and I will open it. How can you keep people away when all the guests have arrived at the door?"

- This is undoubtedly nonsense.

But after the brief sinking, Annan still stretched out his hand to signal the players to slow down.

Seeing this, these players who were "thugs" in name but not as good as their own bosses obediently withdrew their momentum and sealed the curse back one by one.

They are still very clear about their position - they are here to fill the scene.

It's like when you're fighting, you have to have someone around you.

In the end, it's not easy to talk about it, but at least it doesn't look so easy to bully after there are more people...

After they ended their confrontation, the wizards who heard the news were also driven away by Trissino.

They are clearly not qualified to participate in this conversation.

Later, Trissino continued the previous topic and continued: "I do plan to change my name. But what does it mean?

"Just like a wanted criminal who is being chased, if he wants to exchange clothes with you forcibly, then he must have ulterior motives; but I have nothing to do now, so I just want to change clothes.

"Soul Reapers will also occasionally adjust their personality and modify their memories; prophetic wizards will even look at the future from time to time to see if the future has changed.

"As an idol wizard, I feel that the potential of this [name] is exhausted and I want to change it... Isn't it as simple as a warrior wanting to change a weapon."

You can't wrong good people.

Trissino said slowly.

"indeed."

Annan nodded and agreed: "I don't even know what the new name you plan to use is, and you can't tell me. Because if I knew, your idol spell would be useless.

"And since I don't know what your new name is, I can't determine your purpose. It's hard for me to do anything to you...

"—You don't think so, do you?"

As Annan said, he took two steps forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Trissino.

He turned his face sideways, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Trissino with a smile on his face: "No way, no way? You don't think I think so, do you?"

They said, and got on the "elevator".

That is, the standard lifting platform in various wizard towers-of course, there are also inside the gray tower.

Trissino was silent for a while, then replied, "Of course not.

"Because you still don't know what I'm going to do."

"If you really want to guess, it's actually very simple."

Annan narrowed his eyes and said softly: "The so-called law of contagion... the fate of wizards of the same school will always attract each other. The weak side will unconsciously approach the strong side, just like being placed in a hanging tablecloth. Heavy objects are the same. Both sides will have their own influence.

"The reason why this effect occurs is because the essence of contagion is 'connection'. Among the idol spells based on the law of contagion, the simplest and best-understood type is to curse and kill the other party through the hair of others.

"There is another saying. If you can't tell which faction the idol wizard comes from, it's best not to spit or urinate in his house. Based on the spell of the law of contagion, the parts that have nothing to do with the body can be separated and reversed affect the body.

"It's like people instinctively don't want to drip saliva, phlegm, or even blood on cow dung or sewage. The contact spell is to turn this fear into reality—if the idol wizard collects urine liquid, they can poison the urine and poison the body in turn; the blood that falls in the sewage can also pour the sewage into the other party's blood vessels without touching it at all..."

Speaking of which, the slowly rising elevator has reached the top floor.

Trissino left the lifting platform straight away, and walked towards his desk with big strides.

But Annan suddenly stretched out his scepter obliquely, blocking his ankle.

"I'm right...professor?"

"Exactly, Your Majesty."

Trissino showed a kind smile: "Such a simple and profound answer, if it is in my class, I will give you extra points.

"But I still don't know what you want to say."

"--hope."

Annan said suddenly: "In other words, wishes. Brilliant dreams. Childhood fantasies. Talents that can make them awaken their elements... whatever you say. Simply put, they are the things you take away from your students.

"Spitting out saliva, excreting urine, and bleeding blood can all be fed back to the main body through the law of contagion... contaminating their intestines, stomach, bladder, and blood vessels.

"Then, the 'dream' that they gave up with their own hands—isn't it a part of their body?"

The so-called [Dream Eater].

Just as Annan was puzzled in front of Chiron at that time.

If it's just to devour other people's dreams in exchange for power... this ritual is too complicated.

Then the answer is naturally - what he is looking for is something other than this ceremony.

"It's not just their dreams that you're actually devouring. It's their entire lives... or rather, their destiny."

It's like a hacker who infects a computer with a Trojan horse and makes it his own "broiler" to assist in computing.

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