Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 657 - 429: War of the Worlds

Correspondingly, there's the world that belongs to "him," a vast, boundless, and silver-clad world that he and Rognerda spent an unknown amount of time escaping, the world belonging to the Ghost Dragon.

The two are like two disks that align internally and externally, but they are not entirely distinct. One can clearly see many bands originally belonging to the Ghost Dragon's world intruding like tentacles.

One can only see far if they climb high.

If not for the chance encounter with the nightmare from a past life, "Advanced Calculus."

In the midst of the dream, one might never realize it is actually their own memory automatically projecting ahead, only watching as the Ghost Dragon's consciousness incessantly erodes their world, gradually transforming it.

One day, when life runs its course, it would be willingly handing over the shell left in reality to the Ghost Dragon's control.

Losa felt a bit frightened:

"Ha, no wonder on the first day back home, even though the long-awaited Europe Universalis 5 and Five Iron Hearts were released, I had no inclination to open them. It's because I absolutely don't know the content and mechanisms of the game, subconsciously wanting to avoid them." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Just like in my youth, during spring dreams, at the moment of climax, unexpected events occur, or I simply wake up."

No wonder three years have passed, and there's hardly any change on the street.

Thinking of his parents, Losa sighed lightly.

"I hope that extreme situation in the dream doesn't appear."

The scenario where the driver at fault has no insurance and is a complete rogue, actually isn't that common.

Such occurrences are just the hidden worries in his heart.

In the Ghost Dragon's memory world, the divide with his own is no longer clear. He can see many parts of the other's world extending into his memory world like tentacles.

During this peaceful period of living, the Ghost Dragon's soul has been continuously eroding him,

His gaze returns to the confines of the cell, he looks around, and can't help but chuckle.

The construction of this cell is actually like his high school dormitory; back then, the entire city was learning the Hengzhong model. His school even claimed to be its branch, and in his "memory world," it was indistinguishable from a prison.

"Little Li, are you having a hysteria?"

The prison guard standing at the door didn't leave, cautiously observing Losa's every move. This kid isn't acting quite normal today; could he have gone insane from being locked up?

Losa looked at the guard's face, and he couldn't suppress his laughter.

Only after realizing this world was false did he find its falsehoods somewhat ridiculous. The guard's head had the youthful face of his middle school classmate, who he hadn't seen since graduation, so his impression of him remained unchanged.

"Nervous babble."

The prison guard muttered, tucked the roll of paper in his hand, and departed.

The cell was left with only Losa again.

He suppressed the smile on his face and turned serious.

He already realized this world was false, but truly escaping it remained a challenge; the Ghost Dragon's dream realm had enveloped him, and numerous tentacles had already invaded.

Losa suddenly looked up, and an opening tore through the sky.

The temperature dropped sharply; he could even see snowflakes dancing down.

An abstract Dragon Beast with a deformed body slowly extended its claws, spewing fierce Dragon Flame from its mouth like a scorching Light Saber sweeping across the sky.

The entire cell started trembling.

Panicked cries from people echoed endlessly.

"Because I learned the truth, did it decide to come on strong?"

Losa murmured softly.

Now, he was just an ordinary person, even if he knew a few tricks of swordsmanship, his feeble body clearly couldn't withstand these tenacious creations of the Ghost Dragon.

The situation was dangerous; Dragon Flame raked the ground, triggering a chain of explosions, from the fissure in the sky, a second deformed monster descended, this was the elongated ghostly shadow, its legs like bamboo poles landed, erasing all existence in their path, leaving only void.

One grotesque Demon after another tore his dream world into patches of nothingness.

This wasn't combat as conventionally understood; they had no intentions of aiming for the leader, crazily attacking the surrounding world instead.

And with their actions, Losa noticed his memories dimming rapidly; many details that were once deeply imprinted in his mind started becoming blurred. Their attacks were essentially erasing Losa's will.

But Losa's counterattack, it soon arrived.

Three fighter jets flew in a triangular formation through the sky, roaring and screeching, arriving within seconds, unleashing over ten anti-air missiles, compared to their speed, neither the Demon Dragon nor the elongated ghostly shadow could escape the missiles, ending up as fragments.

"Sir, the times have changed."

Losa's face showed a relaxed, contented smile; in the Dream World, cognition determines limits.

A fighter jet flying from novelbuddyrod to Egypt, if traveling at top speed, could cover thousands of miles in just a couple of hours, while it would take even Giant Dragons several days.

As for Dragon Flame from Giant Dragons, even those hidden deep in mountains slumbering for millennia, akin to full-strength Ancient Gods, even exhausting all their Physical Strength to unleash their Dragon Flame, it might not outmatch the Little Boy dropped on Hiroshima seventy years ago.

The fighter jets circled overhead.

Those monsters crossing through the fissures, without any ability to retaliate, were successively crushed.

Missile after missile exploded.

As if the plane's belly contained an endless supply of heavy missiles.

If it were reality, the local army district might not have such equipment, nor could they exert such power in such a short time.

But here is Losa's world.

"Time for a counterattack."

Losa softly murmured, the next moment he appeared in the cockpit of one of the fighter jets in the sky, the cockpit's complexity was astonishing, the dense operation panel was filled with buttons of various colors.

He knew nothing about flying planes.

But this was his world, any detail he hadn't considered would automatically be corrected; as long as he believed, even an empty shell aircraft could fly.

Boom——

With the whistling sound.

Led by Losa, dozens of fighter jets crossed the fissure, entering the Ghost Dragon's world.

In that icy and snowy realm, countless deformed monsters immediately chased the jets like maniacs, but their speed was limited by the Ghost Dragon's perception, making it impossible to chase the fighter jets.

Led by Losa, dozens of fighter jets crossed the crack, entering the Ghost Dragon's world.

In that icy realm, countless deformed monsters immediately chased the jets like maniacs, but their speed was limited by the Ghost Dragon's awareness, making catching the jets impossible.