Chapter 884: Battle at the Research Institute

"Are you okay?"

The Dream Kirin on the cube looked at Martin and said anxiously.

"It's okay, just a small problem." Martin waved his hand and stood up again: "They found my flaw and are attacking me through dreams... so fast."

Martin looked at the cube and said solemnly: "Don't stop, continue to reduce the number of those black fragments. The more they are, the more serious the interference with dreams will be."

"Help me block them for a while, I'm looking for a way to deal with them..."

Hearing this, Mo Ling in the cube also accelerated the transmission speed. Now that Li Luo and Lao Ping were rescued, it didn't have to be timid.

Pull the transmission frame to the maximum, directly select a large area in the sky, and start to clean up the black fragments.

One after another, huge holes appeared in the colorful mist, making the already turbid colorful mist more chaotic. The leaked dream gas did not follow any physical rules at all. They did not flow into the hole like other gases due to air pressure. Instead, they changed into various shapes and tried to explore the inside of the hole.

Some turned into insect limbs, climbing along the edge of the hole.

Some turned into tree roots, spreading into the hole.

Some turned into colorful phantoms of buildings in the dream city, slowly piling up from the bottom of the hole.

These transformed things are still colorful, with only outlines, but they are still gas in essence, hazy, looming in the colorful mist, but Mo Ling can actually feel the "liveliness" of these things.

The insect limbs are trembling slightly, the roots of the tree are still covered with soil, the cameras on the buildings are still turning slowly, and the neon lights are mixed with the colorful mist...

The dream gas completely depicts the "soul" of these things, just like painting real objects with paint and projecting them into the mist.

The more holes there are, the more these colorful phantoms become, like mirages, floating in the air in a mess, appearing and disappearing from time to time, and some things even fly towards the crowd. Mo Ling had to activate the transmission again to erase these phantoms.

But this created a new hole, which disturbed the surrounding colorful mist again. Various phantoms appeared around the newly appeared hole one after another, and it was impossible to clear them up.

At this time, Li Luo and Lao Ping also woke up in a trance. Looking at the scene around them, they also spent a long time to sort out the current situation.

Li Luo felt that the canned man who suddenly appeared was very familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere, but she did not talk to him. She could see that the other party was not in a good situation now.

The colorful mist had spread everywhere, and there was no end in sight. There were black debris everywhere, holes kept appearing, and those colorful phantoms kept popping up like bamboo shoots after rain.

Although the hole could eliminate them, it also made them more and more.

After observing for a while, Li Luo decisively shouted to the block on the side: "Don't continue to attack! The dream energy is using your attack to converge!"

The convergence of dream energy requires conditions, and there must be free particles.

But in a normal environment, there will not be so many free particles for dream energy to converge.

Most of the substances in the environment are stable, and only a very small number of particles are free.

The range of this dream gas diffusion is so large, and the number of free particles required for convergence is also astronomical, so most of the dream gas cannot be converged.

But the transmission of the cube solves this problem.

When those holes appear, they directly "cut" the air in the environment, cutting the originally stable gas molecules into free and convergent particles.

So at the edge of the hole, those dream gas quickly meet the convergence conditions and begin to present various illusory forms.

If Mo Ling continues to attack, the speed of dream gas convergence will become faster and faster, and it will quickly take shape at the edge of the transmission hole.

Hearing Li Luo's reminder, Mo Ling quickly stopped his attack.

But this faces another problem: if the attack stops, those black fragments will continue to emerge in the dream gas, forming interference with Martin.

"Blocking both ends..."

In any case, the situation is getting worse. They have no way to deal with these dream gas. They can only watch them spread more and more densely and the range is getting larger and larger.

At this moment, the dream energy has spread to every corner of the research institute, and everyone's vision is also blinded by the twisting colors, as if they have fallen into a chaotic dye vat.

Mo Ling, who stopped attacking, could only watch all this happen.

Martin, who was standing aside, seemed to be in a state of downtime. His whole body stood stiffly, like a statue. He was still deflecting the attack of the fragments. When the black fragments approached, they would directly pass through everyone.

But at the same time, the cracks on his glass jar became more and more serious, and even some places of kimchi juice had flowed out, and a smell of kimchi drifted into everyone's nose.

Seeing that the kimchi jar was about to break completely, Martin finally made a move.

He suddenly spread his hands and placed them flat on both sides, and his cloak swayed with the surging dream energy.

Behind him, a colorful light suddenly flashed, and a tentacle appeared out of thin air and drew a circle in the air.

Then, a pair of hands stretched out along the circle, hugged Martin's waist, and then pulled hard, and he was pulled into the circle.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Soon, the circle disappeared, and the place where Martin was originally was empty, leaving only the surging dream energy...

"Escaped?"

Everyone present was stunned. Martin had prepared for so long, just to escape?

But it seemed that things were not that simple. There was a sudden vibration in the diffuse colorful mist, as if someone had hit the ground heavily with a hammer.

A twisted colorful line suddenly appeared not far away, and then quickly grew and became a dividing line extending from the ground to the sky. On both sides of the line were two completely different worlds.

One world was a reality filled with colorful mist.

The other world was an equally colorful dream.

However, in that dream, there were several identical Martins, punching and kicking around a robot of the Terror Force.

"A terrifying robot, right?"

"A dream invasion, right?"

"A sneak attack, right?"

"Eat my dream Arhat fist!"

"R! K! O!"

One of the Martins stepped back and started to run. During the run, he suddenly jumped up, turned his body 180 degrees downward, and hugged the robot's head.

With the effect of gravity, the robot was forced to fall forward, and its face hit the ground hard.

As the robot fell, the other Martins' attacks became more fierce, and all kinds of strange moves were used.

Although he was a body of steel, he was suppressed by this group of Martins, and even his limbs were removed. The hideous head was easily broken, and one of the Martins kicked him into the depths of the dream.