Ten minutes later, she gave up this idea and wanted to pick out the deepest and most artistic conception of dreams, not that she could not do it, but that it took too much time.

All the dreams of intelligent life are connected here, and she distinguishes them one by one, and can distinguish them for a thousand years!

Without this time waste, it’s better to carry forward the tradition of the endless family and follow the feeling! Anyway, everything is the arrangement of fate.

There is no southeast, northwest and northwest in the dream, and the illusions here can be seen everywhere. The land, ocean and sky are spliced ​​here at will, and various colorful glass plates cover the entire space up, down, left and right.

Xiya pointed in a direction, walked for half a minute, stopped, looked around for a while, took the seats in the list of fate, and selected the most energetic dream fragments.

Following the guidance of the soul, I saw that there seemed to be a man on the other side. She didn't talk nonsense, it was you!

We came to Britain in 1916 again. It was World War I. British soldiers were fighting desperately on the European battlefield, with a long war, leaving the people without hope. A large number of young and middle-aged soldiers left the country, and social conflicts increased dramatically.

All kinds of dissatisfied remarks emerged, and this "Brotherlands of Ancient Secret Arts" surfaced at this time.

The founder and organizer, the master spell, Roderick Burgess, is preparing to capture death because death has unrivaled power and immortal life.

Xiya smiled and watched them prepare. She didn't use any invisibility. As long as she thought, no one could see her now. Death was invisible. Invisibility was only the most insignificant ability.

Becoming death, her timeline was completely penetrated. She was not only the daughter of Malcolm and Moira, but also saw the death that ushered in the birth of the universe at the beginning of creation.

Independent of time, space, and creation.

Just as the mixing of life and emotions in the universe can become the power of a phoenix, if the entire DC world is regarded as a whole, He also has his own timeline, and Thea is currently on this line.

This is why these second-rate British wizards know her existence, because in this world timeline, ancient books record her countless pasts. After all, every hundred years, she will "dead", and more or less leave some records.

Thea was so happy that she watched the crowds of people busy, full of energy, as if the invincible power and the eternal life were at hand.

The busy group of people didn't know that their "capture" target was around them, some were drawing magic circles, and some were reciting prayers. Well, these people were very talented. They thought that if they said a few nice words, they could fool death, and then they threw the cup as a sign, and rushed forward to capture death.

After watching for half a minute, Xiya understood their plans and wanted to eliminate these ignorant guys in seconds, but with the task, she could only patiently watch their crappy and clumsy performances.

Thirteen wizards were busy all afternoon, and finally began to pray after the sun set.

Not to mention, this prayer has some effect, not by ears, but Xiya heard the call at a certain level of consciousness.

In order to make them sell their strength, she responded simply.

Just like Huihun Ye, these mages lit candles on the floor, and they were blown out by her.

A bunch of people were overjoyed, and then the blood sacrifice began!

The noise was so noisy that Xiya saw that the temperature was almost done, so she gently tapped her index finger with her left hand. The soul mark, which was previously suspected to be a "sander candidate", was hit in the center of the magic circle by her.

"There is a response! That's great!" Several people were waiting happily for pies to fall from the sky.

Thea was also sitting aside and waiting for the summoning. The Sandman was called over and said a few simple things to pay attention to. He fulfilled his "family" responsibilities and then he could go home to rest. He was still very tired after working hard to create the world. She wanted to have a good sleep in a big bed now.

However, things are much more than that simple.

"Puff!" As soon as the summoning technique was halfway through, a blood mist exploded from the inside to the outside. Not to mention the real Sandman, the magic power was raging, and it didn't even have a finger left, and it completely exploded into powder.

The eldest lady looked speechless and waved her hand to settle the time. She walked out and checked the scene.

There are actually problems in both aspects.

The Sandman reserve he chose was a bit watery. He was sleeping, his mental power was unstable, and he was directly exploded by the powerful magic power.

On the other hand, these guys' summoning arrays were also more domineering. Although they could not even summon a single hair of Xiya, they could already be considered a powerful magic array to deal with the Sandman Reserve at this time.

What should I do? Thea sighed and knew that the task was not that simple.

It is not difficult to guess that choosing oneself in the first place may not be smooth sailing. Those within the fate can be mastered, but those outside the fate can only meet the fortune.

This is the only thing for me, but for Big Brother Destiny, I probably don’t know which candidate I am.

The difference between myself and them is that I have reached the end, but they have not...

The first candidate selection failed, she waved her hand to reset the timeline and headed to the dreamland to search again.

It didn't take long, so this time I chose a guy who looked tough and returned to 1916 again.

The wizards repeated the process in front of her and acted like acting.

Facts have proved that tough personality has nothing to do with magic, and it is another blood mist.

Oh! Thea just felt a little tooth pain, and her heart was full of helplessness.

Restart this timeline again, and then it’s like a third-rate director, repeating the entire process over and over again.

There are candidates who are in joy, and in sorrow, young people, elderly people, disabled people, and people with superpowers. In fact, those who are beyond destiny are not much, but they are not much.

After the seventeenth failure, she began to change the direction of selection, back half a year early, and artificially reduced the strength of this magic circle during the design stage.

But it cannot be too weak. Too weak cannot connect to the dream, so this scene cannot be performed.

After debugging three times, I finally came up with a solution that could barely summon and bear the least burden on the summoned person.

However, the next failure, failure, failure...

I watched these mages in high spirits to "capture" death. Once the performance started, I couldn't stop. I was happy at first, but I watched it for 61 times in a row, and no one would have to be tired of watching it.

Fortunately, before she was about to lose her patience completely, I don’t know if it was the 76th or 77th time, but the summoning was successful.

"This guy is dead? Why is he a man? He looks a little weak..." A certain supporting mage asked the leader of the Brotherhood.
Chapter completed!