Chapter 352

Like the other founders of the Path of the Fire Sword, Yanar is naturally not a real angel. The essence of this name is just a meaningless code name.

But unlike the other members, Yanar does not have such a real name, so when Michael proposed to use Yanar as her code name, she not only accepted it readily, but also thought it was a good name, Just use it as your own name.

Although it is said that for ordinary extraordinary people, the meaning of "real name" is far more than that, and it may even become the gate of life. Of course, it is impossible to casually accept a word of unknown origin as one's own name.

But for Yanar, the words expressed in all the common languages ​​​​of the mainland can't have any influence on her, so it doesn't matter.

After all, her race is somewhat special.

"From the sensory point of view, the last remaining breath is here..."

Yanar was suspended in mid-air, raised his head slightly, his rust-green eyes full of confusion stared blankly ahead.

She stretched out her only arm full of strength and beauty, and clasped her palms, as if grabbing something. Then the space in this place curled up like crumpled paper, forming a point full of information. .

Lines of light floated from this point, intertwined and floated into the center of her eyebrows, and displayed in her mind the scene where a trace of the same kind of breath had been leaked here.

The black-haired young man stopped here, out of tune with the crowd walking forward, and communicated with a weak transcendent with the brand of the road of the fire sword on his body.

At some point, he opened a dream rift and took out a book from it.

At the same time, a faint cry for help from her own kind also flowed out of the dream, but it only lasted for a moment, and disappeared as the crack closed.

"Snapped."

Yarnar clenched his fist and crushed this information point from the past time and space. Looking at the scattered light spot, he frowned half of his eyebrows.

"Dream rift... He opened it so easily? And his strength, as if shrouded in fog, can't be clearly sensed at all, but this is not a problem for me, I just need to go back to the timeline— —”

Yanar closed his eyes halfway, and the half of the wings made up of countless illusions squirmed, emitting colorful lights intermittently like neon tubes, as if they were resonating with somewhere.

"So that's how it is... the body of a half-dragon shaped by the fruit of the dragon marrow tree and the petrified dragon heart, the power to control dreams given by silver, and the help of a mysterious existence all the time, and those books of unknown origin, interesting."

"It only took half a year to grow from an ordinary person to the current god level. I have to say, it is indeed a great achievement."

"However, this is far from surpassing the level of gods. Besides, this is not his own achievement. What is really worth paying attention to is the mysterious existence that has never appeared and Baiyin... eh? Baiyin's breath has been weakened so much. For a while, it seems to have left, ha, just right, the difficulty is even smaller."

"Speaking of which, isn't the purpose of Michael and the others to be able to open the way to the dream world and obtain a way to be promoted in the dreamland? That is to say, this guy may have stood by their plan for thousands of years. At the end of the finish mirror..."

"No wonder all the angels are called to cooperate this time. For them, this level of enemies is indeed worthy of vigilance."

"Oh, but to me, this is just a few more tricks."

Yanar snorted indifferently, with an expression as arrogant and calm as if he had mastered everything, thinking: "There is no time and space that can escape my perception and grasp, even if it is a dream, I can still come and go freely, there has long been There is nothing, there is no 'true god' at all, just a nest of primordial creations born from chaos, and the fear of the world is nothing but the manifestation of ignorance."

"Although these original creations are indeed powerful enough, compared to those four witches... no, they are still one point behind Baiyin and Fraxinus. It is no wonder that they were able to survive in the dreamland Sleeping for so many years."

She floated forward along the track left by this information point, with a disdainful and mocking expression: "If you don't want to see these guys make some unnecessary efforts, and finally find that the place you have worked so hard to reach is just a 'garbage dump' , How wonderful the expressions on their faces will be, how can I join this road of fire sword?"

The surrounding snowflakes fell down and passed through her body without any hindrance, leaving only a circle of tiny ripples, which showed that this body did not actually exist in this time and space, but was just a shadow like a projection. The presence.

And her real body, without a doubt, is the huge butterfly curled up on the continuous timeline and folded its wings in the unknown place connected by the phantom threads extending from the middle of her half body.

That's right, Yanar's body is exactly the upper form of the bell rotworm, an evolutionary that stands out from the trillions of insects that inhabit the timeline and wriggles——

Butterfly of the Time Sea.

The half-human body that she manifested is a mental body born from the aesthetics she has learned in human society, so it is full of chaos.

... After all, you can't expect a bug to fully understand human aesthetics.

And the purpose of Yanar's trip was precisely because he sensed the breath of a certain kind who had helped him when he was still a bell worm.

I don't know how many years ago, a certain human family captured it with a special method, and used it to manipulate time on a small scale, and even passed it down from generation to generation as a family heirloom.

When Yanar didn't have a name, such trivial matters didn't arouse her interest at all. After all, for insects, eating and sleeping were the only things they could think about, and all other things were of little concern.

But during the thousands of years of watching human society, she gradually learned "selfish desires".

Until she was awakened by Michael recently, she felt as if she had broken out of the cocoon again, looking back at everything in the past, and had a different experience again.

Especially when he saw that insignificant companion being taken away, and heard the weak wailing that lasted for thousands of years, for the first time, an emotion called anger rose in his heart.

Unstoppable, she did not go to the agreed place that Michael said, but came alone to find the person holding the bell wheel worm box.

Now, she's coming to pick up her companion.

Yanar's wing-like, radiant half of his body stretched out, gradually covering and covering the sky without everyone in the manor realizing it.

The time and space around the manor distorted accordingly, and cracks opened as if they couldn't bear it.

Like an invisible cocoon caught in a net.

And Yanar, who was floating straight towards the final information point, never found out that his body was supposed to be just an illusion, not a real body...

There is one more shadow following closely.