Chapter 382 NO.145: Always know that I am me

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 382 NO.145 Always know that I am me

Berserker, Berserker, is one of the first edition of the Seven Riders in "In what era are you still playing traditional jobs?" In the literal sense, most of its followers behave violently, or are paranoid, and have even been artificially trapped.

Madness spell.

Anyway, there are some very serious mental abnormalities.

I can't even speak well.

But if the other person can speak fluently - such as these three people in front of Omer:

Vlad Tepes, Florence Nightingale, Vivian (crossed out) - Morgan Le Fay.

That really means you should be more careful.

As we all know, the most dangerous mental patients are usually not those who look manic, but those who look like normal people.

You may think they are normal, but you just haven’t had enough contact with them.

We haven't touched on their abnormal areas yet.

Moreover, the impression given by the berserker should be more or less that of a warrior.

Although Uncle Vlad gives people the impression of a lonely old man, he is actually just an uncle. He does not even have the middle-aged and elderly look of Lancer. He is in his heyday in terms of career.

A warrior indeed.

And known as the world's first real female nurse, the founder and pioneer of the nursing profession, Miss Nightingale.

He can also be considered a warrior.

Because the life she captured as a Servant was also the time when she joined the army in her youth.

There is no doubt that the medical staff accompanying the army is also carrying a pepper bottle pistol that can be regarded as part of the spiritual equipment - it looks like the kind of pepper bottle pistol with poor accuracy, but what it actually is, Omer is not sure

Easy to say.

Putting aside the matter of servants, you don’t need to be so clear about it.jpg

Based on Omo's understanding of the group of time-travelers, anyone who has lived in this era for more than a week will have some traces left by this era. This has nothing to do with whether they are humans or servants.

Simply put - can you really be willing not to switch to those that are more convenient, more precise, and more powerful?

At least make some modifications to your equipment and use the technology of this era.

As for Miss Morgan, who is estimated to be 1.7 meters tall, and even including her high heels, her field of vision is parallel to that of Omer...

It's a bit far-fetched to say that her career was that of a warrior, but looking at it from the broad concept of "fighting something"——

——Well, according to this concept, who is not a warrior? Civilians will still fight with firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Anyway, the job agency over there regarded her as a berserker, so she should be a berserker.

Even if she is carrying a staff that looks very heavy and can be wielded as a large axe, it is a great magic without chanting (from Ormer's perspective), and it is also Barsaka!

"Mirror", "Tower", "Garden", "Coffin", the great magic mastered by a certain British witch can be roughly divided into the above four types, and the one blooming in the dream at this moment is the "Garden".

A type of spell that can trap a target. Its scope includes 'Abyss', 'Frustration', 'Innocence', and...'Sweet Dream'.

Different from the magic "Garden of the Innocent" that was used to trap Merlin, the "Garden of Sweet Dreams" structured by "sweet dreams" unfolds as a fantasy that makes people indulge in it.

Even though this dream that has begun to fall apart is a collection of collective spirits, she has also shown amazing magical attainments and magic power reserves.

But this means that it is the same as Nightingale's Noble Phantasm.

Everyone has a share.

The ideals you want to achieve, the goals you want to achieve, the reunion you want to get, the laurels you are trying to chase... The dream world that has been bridged has not returned to the state of the horse racing festival, but has become a little chaotic and weird.

Too many scenes, too many elements, and too many people are all spliced ​​together in this dream world. Even Tony Bianca, who Omer was still holding on to, has broken free from his hand. Since the origin of the three goddesses,

Landing smoothly in the glow of energy skills, he ran as fast as he could on the suddenly appearing - Terra Prize track.

Omo even saw a few collegiate horse girls with whom he had acquaintance on the track.

Apparently, Ms. Tony Bianca considers her a rival and will compete in the future Terra Awards.

It is her dream to fight with all her strength on such a field and win the championship.

Similarly, Miss Nightingale's foothold has become part of a school.

Omer could see the outline of the teaching building behind her, which was a nursing school. At this moment, many young girls in nurse uniforms and school uniforms were passing by her, nodding to her whose appearance had not changed.

Obviously, for this head nurse with a paranoid side, her dream is to continue, expand and prosper as a nurse, saving patients and being the voice of the patient.

And Uncle Vlad...

He was just now in his hometown, surrounded by the people.

Before the books and videos that portrayed him as Dracula, this was a time when Wallachia was still alive.

From children, to adults, to the elderly, men and women were celebrating the festival. Dressed in colorful clothes, he looked at his own people with a warm smile on his face.

There were no wars, no famines, and nothing forced...the father who was assassinated, the brother who was buried alive, and the brother who was killed by himself.

What was gone was irreversible, the only thing worth fighting for was the present, and he was finally able to end the protracted war.

This is the prosperity he longed for during his lifetime.

Strong as a heroic spirit, as strong as a berserker, a paranoid and furious mind will still show the most sincere smile in beautiful dreams.

And Omo will also be greeted by calls from shop assistants and horse girls to send reports to the Security Bureau of the Two Worlds. He will also need to attend appointments one by one for the time traveler interview case and the interview with the trainer of the Triple Crown Horse Girl.

"…Are you really going to just leave it there and watch?"

Omo, who was wearing a suit and leather tie, and the girls with blurred faces around him walked a few steps before turning to look at the silver-haired witch beside them.

"I thought you were here to thank me for helping Miss Grey."

"In your eyes, do I seem like someone who cares about that child?" the witch said lightly, with a faint smile on her lips.

Like a taunt.

It also made Omer respond with the same flatness: "I don't know, but I know that she will never grow into the person you are obsessed with."

"Is it really okay to tell me this now?"

"..." Omer was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Uncle Vlad and Ms. Nightingale, who were clearly standing not far away, but seemed to be in two separate worlds.

The people and backgrounds are as obvious as the second shot of Arknights, but they all seem to be extremely immersed, which makes people doubt their lack of "magic power".

He should wake up those two people, but...

Is it necessary?

"You hesitated. You also planned to watch from here." Morgan's words were still particularly sharp.

Jean Omer glanced at her, and then looked at Miss Ling who was also watching.

When this person became quiet, her low sense of presence was evident. Omo saw that she was not trapped in any sweet dream at all. She was just running back and forth to other people's dream sets, blending in with a natural look on her face, and then asking for wine from others.

She also went there very specifically, and only went if she had a dream about drinking.

Omo was speechless.

But he did hear the faint sound of piano at this time.

His eyes narrowed, and when he raised his hand, he saw two unique mage hands. One on the left and one on the right, they pulled the Grand Duke and the head nurse out of their respective dreams, and at the same time, they also walked towards Ling.

Her direction also happens to be in the same direction as the source of the piano sound, so it's not necessarily a coincidence.

"I think I didn't disturb you two."

When the mage's hand reached out and the huge magic hand indeed grabbed the opponent's waist, Omer noticed the stability of their expressions.

There was no disturbance at all, and it seemed as if a hideous and terrifying claw suddenly appeared in his world.

Even Homa was convinced.

At that second, he could see a slight deepening of the smile on the other person's face.

In fact, Morgan in the Lostbelt is indeed an undoubted warrior. His career is about constantly opening up towers, abandoning the glory of the oath, and even the staff that heals his companions becomes a spear to defeat the enemy. It is natural for an extremely paranoid warrior to do so.

It's a berserker.

But in Omer’s time traveler’s memory—even Yun didn’t have a chance to do this.

In that memory version, Lostbelt Britain had not yet been opened, and Omer's Morgan understood the revelations that were mixed with historical facts and silly hair-related plots. It was very primitive and quite biased, so he was not even very friendly.

By the way, as someone who lives in the era of online dreams and has even seen customized dreams, Omer is 'resistant' to sweet dreams.
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