Chapter 317 Don’t stop dancing
The Dream Carnival is a product created by the spirit of all Wanyi combined with the power of dreams.
He didn't know the specific "boundaries" or "boundaries", but this world was indeed very free.
Wan Yi can control everything in this world at will. With the cooperation of his clones, some more difficult changes, even the subversion of common sense, are easy to do.
But the consumption is there.
As Ricardo said, realms can take other paths, and this is certainly the case with Carnival World.
Without sustaining the power of nightmares, Carnival World cannot exist.
On weekdays, you can collect the power wool of the Nightmare Heart in the Zerg Boundary Zone.
But this time it was different. The sober people were directly forced into the carnival, and it was on such a large scale, with so many people, and even some powerful ones.
This part of the consumption needs to be borne by Wan Yi himself, which is a challenge for Wan Yi.
Fortunately, there are many people in Wanyi.
And then what to do after dragging them into the carnival?
The carnival is to close the distance between Wan Yi and these big guys who are exaggerating one by one. Of course, it would probably be best if the carnival could directly crush these people to death, but unfortunately it cannot.
Still need to take practical action.
The primary target is all disaster fragments.
A large number of Wan Yi acted as stir-ups to confuse the situation, and then let their powerful clones torment Jima and grab the broken page in his hand.
This is a good idea.
But with Ricardo and other strong men around, this simple and crude method of action may be effective at the beginning, and if Wan Yi cannot quickly capture Jima, Wan Yi's target tendencies may be noticed at any time. .
When the remaining pages are exposed, it will become very troublesome and lead to subsequent suspicion.
Zhima is a troublemaker in the third stage, and Wan Yi has no idea whether he can successfully defeat him.
Then there is no need to hide it.
Show a clear goal in front of everyone, and let everyone work together according to their own abilities, even if it is on Wan Yi's track.
A carnival wouldn't be fun if everyone didn't feel like they worked hard.
And most importantly...
That tin cane man named Jima is really annoying to watch.
…
Many Wan Yi dressed in formal clothes and dressed up funny got off the toilet-shaped aircraft.
When the first explosion occurred, everyone present realized the seriousness of the matter.
"It's Bomberman! Back away!" someone shouted.
Realizing that these seemingly fragile "rabble" were actually powerful bombs, the people of Baicang and the Brotherhood chose to avoid them.
But if it is just an ordinary suicide bomb, it is impossible to have an effect here as easily as it did during the 014 Sky Island.
The opponents here will not be easily exploded, and some can even eat the tiny explosions without being hurt.
But on the other hand, the tactic of human bombs has not been used for a long time, and the qualitative change in the accumulation of bombers during this period is no joke.
As for the problem of not being able to explode...
A Cang worshiper is avoiding these "zombie" suicide bombers who grab people and give them a fiery hug.
He is very fast, and ordinary bombers cannot get close to him.
But just when he relaxed a little, high-frequency footsteps quickly approached.
He turned around and saw a strange man with a scary clown face flying over the wall at a very fast speed. In the process, the man's body was still burning with flames!
"Wuhu! Wuhu! Wuhu!"
The other party just makes a strange cry and approaches quickly. Those who see it are frightened, and those who hear it are afraid.
The Cang Worshiper ran quickly to get rid of the monster, but before he could run far, he was faced with another scary clown running fast!
The two scary clowns were flanked by each other and embraced each other passionately. The Cang Worshiper finally couldn't escape.
Boom!
A violent explosion spread.
This kind of scene happened in every corner of this carnival in a short period of time.
In addition to this new type of bomber, the Noisy Monster stands on the top of the toilet, holding two bombs Wanyi in his hand, and his mouth is densely open.
"Fly! Explode!"
As he spoke, Wan Yi threw the bomb in his hand.
Wan Yi directly launched the two bombs, and assumed a superhuman flying posture in mid-air. After being braced, the flying speed reached an astonishing level. When he rushed into the crowd, he immediately initiated a qualitative change and exploded on the spot!
…
Jeffrey raised his hand and slapped the bomber in front of him. The point of fall changed, and the bomber flew backwards, knocked over other bombers, and finally exploded together.
Jeffrey was affected and shook his head in disgrace: "In the end, even I blew up too much!"
"I have overestimated that troupe to the greatest extent, but when I really see the current situation, I know that I am still too conservative." Rost huddled in Jeffrey's collar, and the mouse was trembling.
"It's not that you are conservative..." Jeffrey hid in a tent and gasped, "It's that they are too extreme."
After saying that, he looked outside again: "Where is Zhima?"
"He was chased by the little girl with the thunder sickle. Batu couldn't get up for the time being. Without cover, he was a little too busy to take care of himself. I just saw the gang leader chasing him."
"Hahaha, Le, it's a pity that I didn't bring any video equipment." Jeffrey suddenly gloated.
Rost was a little helpless, but don't say it, seeing Zhima in such a mess, he should be happy.
Just as he was talking, footsteps suddenly came from the tent.
Jeffrey turned his head suddenly and saw a black-gloved hand stretched out in front of him.
He was about to resist when he saw the other party hand over a cartoon white unicorn pillow.
"ah?"
"I'm sorry, something happened unexpectedly, and I forgot to give you the unicorn peripherals." The man in front of me, wearing a black suit, narrow sunglasses, and a black robe, said.
"Avoid death?"
"Unicorn merchandise?"
Jeffrey and Rost looked confused.
"This is a super-selling product. Ahem, if you hold this, you won't be targeted by them. After all, everyone only cares about how to make themselves look good. If you don't have something iconic, it will be easy to be listed. To bomb the target." The supervisor said kindly and gently.
"So why a unicorn pillow?" Jeffrey asked.
"Of course, you should not get too close to those brothers in the bomb squad. You will still be affected if you should. We have not yet developed a reasonable method to prevent friendly injuries in dreams. Of course, everyone is not enthusiastic about this research. It’s very high, so I guess there won’t be one in the future.”
The supervisor straightened his collar: "Then I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now. I wish you all a good time."
After saying that, he stepped out and turned into black shadows and disappeared into the carnival.
Jeffrey rubbed the unicorn pillow in his hand.
"So why the hell is it a unicorn pillow?"
Although it is indeed cute.
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The Chima people are almost numb.
He is being chased by two stunning beauties.
It really couldn't be truer.
"Sir, please give me the broken page. That kind of thing is very dangerous. Giving it to me will help you get out of your current predicament." Ikaria looked sincere, but if you don't see her using her hands as she speaks, The sickle was slashing at Jima.
The knife is deadly and shows no mercy. If you are not careful, you will be seriously injured!
"Human, give me the things, and I will spare your life!" The purple-white queen was very consistent with her appearance. She had been using various skills since she approached, and her murderous intent was overflowing.
For such a "blessed" person, Zhima was full of swear words and wanted to curse her out.
But the urgency of the situation made it hard for him to even think about scolding!
In short, the current situation must be sustained until Batu gets up! As long as Batu gets up, under the cover of the three-stage giant beast, everything can still be revitalized!
Ding ding ding——
The crisp bell rang, and the large toy train roared past again.
But Jima suddenly seemed to see something on the train.
They were figures wearing black tuxedos and smiling masks. They lined up neatly by the window of the carriage, their crutches pointing straight towards Jima.
And the bottom of those crutches is the dark muzzle!
boom!
The gunfire sounded neatly, so regular that it seemed like there was only one gunshot.
But for Jima, the Queen and Ikaria, it was a full baptism of bullets!
Jima directly shook the tin staff and the waves spread to resist the bullets. Ikaria's whole body was leaping with lightning, and a barrier formed around the queen. Although she was attacked, she didn't care much about the bullets.
But when the three people's coping methods actually came into contact with these bullets, their expressions couldn't help but change.
The power of this bullet!
Keng!
They blocked it, but it took far more effort than expected.
This temporarily halted the pursuit and escape of the three.
Those black dresses were carried away by the fast-moving train.
But a figure remained on the tracks.
He wears a black suit, a scarred face, round sunglasses, a crazy smile, and "wings" made of gun barrels spread out behind him.
Brother modern, make your grand appearance.
"It's my first time to lead a team on an expedition. I'm really excited. Good morning, noon, and evening to the two beauties and that frustrated guy over there." Brother Modern raised his sunglasses slightly with one hand, narrowed his eyes, and smiled. He showed his white teeth and greeted.
"It's the realm again." Ikaria murmured.
All the bullets from that group of people just now were blessing the field.
And unlike herself and the queen not far away, the person's field in front of her will not be suppressed in this carnival world, and she has even brought a group of people to deepen the influence of her field.
The troupe was coming with force, and Ikaria felt even more in trouble.
Brother Modern raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Wow!
Behind them, a group of men in dress masks were arranged neatly with "crutches" and firearms, as if they were performing some kind of strange and elegant dance, but the dark muzzles of the guns told the murderous intention within them.
"The dance is still going on, ladies, and the frustrations over there..."
Hyundai Brother always said arrogantly:
"Don't stop dancing."