Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 425 Calling
When Clark Carter chased out of the library, he saw that the other party had run to the end of the corridor.

The speed and strength of the man in black...all left a deep impression on him.

"This is true in dreams, and it must be extremely powerful in the real world... Who is he? A hidden evil heretic with such a level of power is a major hidden danger to the world's security!"

Clark Carter ran and chanted a few bytes.

That is not a note that humans can make, or in other words, it is a weird sound made by humans imitating certain creatures. Every word seems to be full of depravity and chaos.

puff puff!

The shadows in the corridor exploded, and tentacles with eyeballs extended from them, sweeping towards Fang Xian like a python.

Snapped!
A tentacle slapped on the black robe, as if trying to restrain Fang Xian's right leg. The next moment, the tentacle suddenly exploded, with black spots attached to the tip, which seemed to be eaten by countless insects.

"Get out!"

Fang Xian suddenly exuded a breath.

This is the sixth level of alchemist!
Under its influence, all the tentacles trembled, as if they sensed something extremely terrifying, and they all shrank back.

"Superior existence? Humanoid supernatural creature?"

Clark Carter, who was chasing from behind, snorted angrily, and watched Fang Xian crash through the window and jumped out.

But his anger only lasted for a moment, and then the lines of his face softened, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Snapped!
Fang Xian smashed the window and prepared to move immediately after landing.

He needs to escape from Clark Carter's sight and return to the place where he first entered the dream in order to escape from here and return to his correct position in the real world.

Suddenly, Fang Xian stopped.

He looked around and was surprised to find that he was standing in the center of a stage.

The lights on the stage were bright, and most of the audience in the audience were wearing yellow robes, with dull expressions, like puppets.

He seemed to have jumped onto a stage, into a theater.

Rumble!
At this time, the dome of the theater parted, revealing a huge face.

Like a god, he is high up in the sky, overlooking all living beings.

It was the face of a middle-aged woman.

She was silent for a while, stretched out her hands, and the two giant hands shook the universe, as if carrying the power of space.

Wherever the big hand passes, the three-dimensional three-dimensional image is instantly transformed into a two-dimensional flat image, compressed and rolled up... This is the power of destroying heaven and earth!

"This woman...is also a legendary investigator?"

"Why is she so strong? No... I should say why is she so big?"

Fang Xian rolled his eyes and suddenly realized: "It's not that she has gotten bigger, but that I have gotten smaller. Is this in a painting?"

dreamland.

Clark Carter chased to the window and saw that the Sirena Legend investigator below had arrived and was slowly putting away an oil painting.

This oil painting depicts a huge theater with the bright light of dusk as the background, and there seems to be a small person on the stage.

It's called 'The Theater of the Twilight King', and it's an item full of magical power that can be brought directly into dreams to exert its effects.

And once the oil painting is rolled up, it means that people or things from the outside world will be completely sealed!
"You fell into a trap without knowing it?"

"After all, it is the investigator headquarters...there are too many powers at its disposal..."

Fang Xian watched the giant hand restrain everything and sighed.

This kind of power, even the ancients, may be sealed!

Even the secret key transmission function has been affected.

This is almost hopeless!
Fortunately, he had an insight into a secret before, and he could just use it.

'I hope... the seal in the ground is strong enough. '

Fang Xian took a deep breath, shook his body, and shouted loudly: "Nikolaya! Nicholaya!"

This is the divine name of the ancient ruler sleeping in the secret realm of the deep sea, possessing incredible power!
After Fang Xian's previous deduction, he roughly believed that this dream belonged to Nikolaia himself!

At this time, what kind of changes will happen if you call the name of the old god in his dream?
Rumble!
The entire island was trembling, as if an undersea earthquake had erupted, a large area of ​​land was split open, and a layer of seawater surged out.

In the secret castle, one building after another collapsed and was submerged by sea water.

"Do not……"

Silena screamed as she saw the half-rolled oil painting in her hand split open and filled with salty sea water.

Although they are both ancient rulers, this is just an oil painting painted by believers after realizing the power of the Twilight King, while the dream is that of the ruler Nikolaia himself.

Therefore, after Fang Xian recited the name of the god, the conflict between the two immediately caused the oil painting to break, and Fang Xian took the opportunity to escape.

"You...you know what you did?"

Xi Lingna pointed at Fang Xian, trembling all over, and roared: "You have summoned an existence that must never be awakened, and the end may be brought forward!"

Fang Xian was speechless.

Even though he was surrounded by elite investigators, he did not speak.

At this time, everyone was shocked by the huge black shadow rising from the center of the secret castle.

It came from the cracks in the ground and the sea water, just a vague black shadow.

All those present were experienced investigators. Unfortunately, no matter whether it was a strong body, a self-proclaimed firm spirit, or even a proud reason, they were nothing in the face of real terror.

Everyone's hearts seemed to be grasped by invisible hands, and unprecedented fear filled the hearts of every investigator!

The investigators saw the shadow, but they didn't seem to see it.

What they saw seemed to be the ruins of the ancient castle, but there was some inexplicable existence entrenched on the ruins, showing a different shape.

Incomprehensible, indescribable...

Even if they describe what they saw, they will find that each other's descriptions are almost completely different, producing the same effect as a blind man feeling an elephant.

Human beings' shallow understanding is inherently ridiculous and crude in the face of such a great being.

Fang Xian's body was trembling, and his sixth-level status prompted him to lower his head.

Because the black shadow was almost about to condense in his fantasy and perception, turning into an indescribable specific shape.

Do not look directly at God!
Nikolaia, the ancient ruler.

It's just that in the dream, a little shadow woke up, and the fear was like a hurricane, sweeping away all the investigators.

"It can't be revived."

Clark Carter gritted his teeth and recited the incantation loudly.

The speed at which the secret castle collapsed was even faster.

But from the position of the large library, among the fallen ruins, a book was suspended, turned into a ball of golden light, and exploded suddenly.

The invisible wind swept around, calming the trembling of the ground, and the turbulent water curled back to the surface.

Fang Xian covered his forehead.

He seemed to hear a crazy cry in his ears: "I... the God-climber... Hopkins... will make all the gods in the sky... vanish into thin air!"

(End of this chapter)