People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 600 World War
In contrast, there is "his world", a vast expanse covered in snow. It was the world of Ghost Dragon that he and Rogneda had spent countless hours to walk out of.

The two are like two discs connected inside and outside, but the two are not clearly separated. One can clearly see many color bands that originally belonged to the Ghost Dragon World, invading like tentacles.

Only by climbing high can you see far.

If it wasn’t for chance, I would have encountered “advanced mathematics”, the nightmare of my previous life.

Being in a dream, one may never realize that it is actually the automatic deduction of one's own memory. One can only watch the ghost dragon's consciousness continue to erode one's world and transform it subtly.

When my life comes to an end, I will willingly leave the body that remains in reality to the ghost dragon.

Losa was a little scared:
“Oh, no wonder on the first day after returning home, even though the long-awaited Europa Universalis 5 and Five Iron Hearts were released, I had no intention of opening them, because I had no idea about the content and mechanics of the game, and subconsciously wanted to avoid it.”

"It's just like when I was young and had an erotic dream, every time it was about to happen, something unexpected would happen, or I would just wake up."

No wonder that three years later, there has been almost no change on the street.

Thinking of his parents, Losa sighed softly.

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

The situation where the driver who caused the accident has no insurance and is reckless is actually not that common. Most people still have their weaknesses.

The occurrence of this situation was just a hidden worry in his heart.

The world in Guilong's memory is no longer clearly distinguished from his own. He sees many worlds belonging to the other party extending into his memory world like tentacles.

During the time when he lived a peaceful life, the ghost dragon's soul was eroding him all the time, but it was relatively gentle because it was worried about disturbing him.

His gaze returned to the cell and he looked around, unable to help laughing.

The structure of this cell was actually the same as his dormitory during high school. At that time, the entire city was learning the Hengzhong model, and their school even claimed to be its branch. In his "memory world", it was no different from a prison.

"Xiao Li, are you hysterical?"

The prison guard standing at the door did not leave, but watched Losa's every move vigilantly. This kid didn't seem normal today. Could he have become mentally ill?

Losa looked at the prison guard's face and could no longer suppress the smile he was trying to hold back.

After realizing that this world was fake, he found it to be ridiculously fake. On the head of the prison guard was a young face of his junior high school classmate. Because he hadn't seen it again after graduation, the impression of him in Losa's mind had never changed.

"He's a nervous wretch."

The prison guard muttered something, put the paper in his pocket and left.

Losa was the only one left in the cell.

He put away the smile on his face and looked serious.

He has realized that this world is fake, but it is still a problem to really get out of it. The ghost dragon's dream world has surrounded him, and many tentacles have invaded. Unless he invades the other's world in return, he can squeeze all the nutrients in his soul and use them for himself.

Lothar suddenly looked up and a crack appeared in the sky.

An ominous aura slowly descended.

The temperature dropped sharply and you could even see snowflakes fluttering and falling.

A deformed, abstract dragon beast slowly stretched out its claws. It had a square head, with ferocious fangs protruding from its mouth, nose, and even face. Blazing dragon flames spewed from its mouth, like a scorching lightsaber that pierced through the sky and earth, sweeping across.

The entire cell began to tremble.

The sounds of people shouting in panic were endless.

"Because I know the truth, are you going to use force?"

Lothar murmured softly.

He is just an ordinary man now. Even if he knows swordsmanship, his weak body is obviously unable to withstand these aggressive ghost dragon creatures.

The situation was very dangerous. The dragon flame plowed across the ground, causing a series of explosions. From the crack in the sky, the second deformed monster descended. It was the thin ghost figure. Its legs like bamboo poles fell to the ground. Wherever it passed, all existence was wiped out, leaving only nothingness.

One deformed monster after another was wreaking havoc in his dream world.

This is completely different from a battle in the conventional sense. They have no intention of capturing the thief or the leader, but instead they are madly attacking the world around them.

As they moved, Lothar realized that his memory was rapidly fading. Many details that he had once remembered began to become blurred. Their attacks were actually aimed at erasing Lothar's will.

But Losa's counterattack soon came.

I saw three fighter jets flying in a V-formation in the sky, roaring and coming close in the blink of an eye, pouring out more than a dozen anti-aircraft missiles. Compared with their speed, both the magic dragon and the slender ghost were like stepping in a quagmire, unable to avoid the missiles and were blown into pieces.

"Sir, times have changed."

A relaxed smile appeared on Losa's face. In the dream world, cognition determines the upper limit.

For a fighter jet to fly from Novgorod to Egypt, a distance of thousands of miles, if it flies at top speed, may only take two hours, but during this time, even a dragon would have to fly for several days.

As for the dragon's dragon flame, even those old advanced dragons that have been hiding in the deep mountains and forests and sleeping for thousands of years, whose strength is comparable to that of the ancient gods in their prime, even if they drain all their physical strength to release dragon flame, may not be able to match the dragon flame of the little boy in Hiroshima seventy years ago.

Fighter planes were circling overhead.

Those monsters that came through the cracks were defeated one after another without any chance to fight back.

Missiles exploded one after another.

It was as if the several tons of missiles in the belly of the plane were endless.

If this were in reality, local military regions might not have such armaments, nor might they be able to exert their power in such a short period of time.

But this is Lothar's world.

As long as he ignores these details, they do not exist.

"It's time to fight back."

Losa murmured in a low voice, and the next moment, he appeared in the cockpit of a fighter jet in the sky. The structure of the cockpit was so complicated that it was outrageous, and the densely packed operating table was full of buttons of various colors.

He knows shit about flying a plane.

But this is his world. Any details that have not been considered will be automatically corrected. As long as he believes, even an empty shell of an airplane made of iron sheets can fly into the sky.

boom--

Accompanied by a whistling sound.

Led by Lothar, dozens of fighter planes crossed the rift and arrived at the world of ghost dragon.

In that icy and snowy land, countless deformed monsters suddenly chased the fighter plane like crazy, but their speed was limited by Guilong's cognition and it was impossible for them to catch up with the fighter plane.

People in the Middle Ages would never have imagined that in the future they would be able to drive machines and fly out of the earth.

The dragons in the Middle Ages would never have imagined that humans could drive machines to beat the dragons that claim to be the overlords of the sky and make them flee in panic.

(End of this chapter)