Dominate the Treacherous Realm

"It will be okay, everything will be okay. Even mortals have their own strength and determination. Moreover, God will resist when the sky falls. Then there is the Church of Orthodox God, and then there are illegal gifts like us. You don’t need to So frustrated."

Jenkins patted him on the shoulder, and while no one was paying attention, he flicked the new glass of grape juice with his fingers. The liquid was immediately covered by a layer of cold mist. It was summer and the frozen drink was obviously More delicious.

　　 "But what we always have to do, if we really wait until the sky falls before looking up, I think that's what happened before we died."

　　 The slightly drunk Mr. Hood said, as Jenkins knew, this is definitely a very responsible person who deserves to be admired.

"I have investigated many things during this period, and I have also seen some of the ancient legends and myths. There is a saying that at the end of the era, there will be catastrophes, and there must be saviors selected to save. All this, huh~"

　　 He raised his glass again and took a sip, making a mocking noise with his nose:

"What is this? Mortals must have a savior to save? We can't save it all by ourselves? All the hope of the world rests on one person? This may be a rule that has not changed for thousands of years, but I think this It's not fair."

　　 Jenkins has nothing to say, so he drank the juice in silence and continued to listen to him.

　　 "Maybe this is good for the world, I just radically think that my ideas are correct. I have no intention to change everything, but at least I must do something I can do. Hiccup~"

　　The middle-aged man burped abruptly. He drank too quickly. Even if the amount of alcohol is good, he will inevitably get a little drunk.

　　 "Mr. Hood, have you actually discovered something?"

　　 Jenkins asked tentatively.

　　 "No, ha, I just said that I came to Berdylan just for work."

　　 When Mr. Hood clearly said this in the room, the clergy did not respond to the lie at all, but at the moment he was suggesting that it was a lie. This shows that in a slightly drunk state, his mind has changed. Although he will remain sane when he is sober, at least it has been proved that Mr. Hood is not ignorant of those unique tobaccos.

　　 Jenkins smiled:

　　 "Mr. Hood, I think you are already drunk. Oh, please look here, look into my eyes..."

　　 He never uses the power of lies to his friends, but for someone who is already a little drunk, even the power of words is enough. Jenkins is an incomplete pseudo-god walking in the material world. In a non-divine state, he does not have the mighty power of a god, but this does not mean that what he said is just like a mortal, just shaking the air.

　　 In short, no matter what the principle is, Mr. Hood finally gave out the information he has about the tobacco after some deliberate compliments and rhetoric.

　　 Jenkins only helped Mr. Hood back to his hotel room at about ten o'clock in the evening. Feed him some water and cover him with a quilt before leaving.

　　 Of course, I did not forget to spend a few pennies to have the hotel waiter downstairs wake up Mr. Hood early the next morning. After all, Mr. Hood was very busy the next day.

　　 Before leaving the hotel, Jenkins checked the situation of his father and his family again. They had already returned to the hotel, so he didn't care.

　　Berdyland under the night was divided into small areas by the shining gas street lights, and Jenkins, who had known the destination, was walking through them. He did not choose to inform the church, and then pulled hundreds of gifters to push the place to the ground. In order not to disturb the other party with more clues and evidence, Jenkins chose to do it himself this time.

Chapter 1532 Chapter 1508 Spirit Body Infiltration

　　 Through the night city, Jenkins brought his cat to the door of a closed club in the east of Bel Dylan, and looked up at the sign at the door:

　　【Dream Interpretation Club】

　　 This kind of club is very common in big cities, and it is generally a club. Ordinary people yearn for transcendence, so dream interpretation and divination have become a popular fashion. Especially for some aristocratic girls who have nothing to do when they are full, and slutty children who don't have enough food but want to eat aristocratic girls, this kind of club is even more attractive.

　　 Although the club is not open now, Jenkins knows from Mr. Hood’s news that it’s not as simple as it’s seen before.

　　 He lowered his head to check his attire, and then knocked on the door twice.

　　 "What is a dream?"

　　 Almost the moment when the knock on the door stopped, a sound came from the door. The owner of the sound sounded like he was close to the door. The voice was neutral and trembling constantly, and it sounded creepy.

　　 "Dreamland is an unknown adventure."

　　 This is a secret code, and it was bought by Mr. Hood for a big price.

　　 "What is dreaming?"

　　 "Dreaming is the key to the strange world for mortals."

　　 "What does this key do?"

　　 "Let us know that we are born extraordinary."

　　 The door opened a gap silently, and Jenkins immediately stepped in. Obviously from the outside, the club did not light up at all, but the light of the gas lamp after entering made Jenkins, who had just walked out of the night, almost shed tears.

　　 He resisted the discomfort and looked at the person who had signaled to him, but found that it was a corpse lying on the door. Behind the door is a long corridor. People in the corridor are sitting or standing, suffocating yellow smoke skillfully. No one is surprised by this mummy.

　　 There are dense rooms on both sides of the corridor. People in the rooms spend more money, so they can enjoy better smoking services. In addition to having a wooden chair to lie on, they can also choose a variety of ways, such as hookahs and pipes, to enjoy the expensive tobacco.

　　 Yellow smoke fills the club, everything here is so crazy and distorted.

　　 Although it is a quiet and long night outside and the club is brightly lit, the light is even more terrifying.

　　 Chocolate got into Jenkins' pocket because of the choking yellow fog in the hallway. Jenkins stretched out his hand to cover his nose and frowned and looked around, then saw a young man in a white shirt approaching.

　　 "It's the first time for you, sir? Can I help you?"

　　 This is obviously the waiter of the club. Jenkins frowned and nodded very impatiently, then took out a gold coin (not pure gold) worth 1 gold pound from his pocket and handed it to him:

　　 "The environment here is worse than I thought. I need a quiet room that is not disturbed. Don't worry about money. Gold is just a number to me."

　　 He naturally revealed that ouroboros gold ring, which represents the wealth of the ring itself has a strong temptation, and appearing on Jenkins's finger will only make people understand his wealth.

　　 "Okay, please follow me to the second floor, this gentleman. I don't know how to call you?"

　　The young waiter asked while leading the way.

　　 "Do I still need to register identity information here?"

　　 he asked jokingly.

　　 "Of course not."

　　 "Then you can call me the Earl of Paramount."

　　 Jenkins said casually, and the waiter nodded without asking more questions.

The 　　 club has three floors, of which the third floor is not open to customers, and the left side of the second floor is the luxurious VIP area. Jenkins brought a lot of cash this time, showed his financial resources a little bit, and got a separate room.

　　 There are all kinds of utensils in the room, and there is even a fruit/body woman, but he was kicked out.

　　 "I'm here to smoke and let the **** woman go. If it's for women, why should I come to you?"

　　 He hurled the woman out of the room cursingly, and then sat at the table a little rusty and tweezed the tobacco in the sterling silver box with tweezers, and put it in the fine white cigarette paper to wrap it up.

　　 After a short while, bursts of yellow smoke also wafted from the crack in the door of this room.

　　 Jenkins tried his best to sneak here, not just to get some tobacco. Once the disguise is done, he has time to look at the club in all directions with the real eye.

　　 The owner here is undoubtedly the power of the benefactor, not to mention the talking mummy at the door, only to be able to make such a club under the eyes of the kingdom and the church, and I also know that the power behind this is extraordinary.

　　 There are desperate addicts on the first floor, sinking into the illusion of tobacco and dreams. On the second floor, there have been traces of the benefactor, such as the young waiter who brought Jenkins up just now.

　　 The third floor is the core area of ​​the club and belongs to the office area. There is also Jenkins's goal. There is no fanfare to come with the church, just to get more clues from there.

　　 kept the cigarette in the room burning, he climbed out of the window, then climbed the drain pipe on the outside of the wall, and struggling to reach the window of the room directly above. He closed his eyes and listened to the ears. After making sure that he couldn't hear any breathing or footsteps, he carefully tapped twice on the glass. The locks of the windows locked from the inside were immediately frozen.

　　 slammed open the window with the pistol in his right hand and turned in. After rolling on the floor twice, he got up and took the gun and aimed at the left and right. Seeing that there was no one in the room, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then tiptoedly closed the window again.

　　 This is an ordinary office, but there are not many documents. Roughly turned it over and made sure that there were no valuable clues, so he squinted to look at the wall.

　　 On the other side of this wall, there is a level 5 bestower who has been lying down for a long time. If you are not fainted, you must be sleeping.

After hesitating, Jenkins found a comfortable position to sit down against the wall, then let the cat in his pocket watch his body, and then used the [Dream Soul Separation] to get the soul out of the shackles of the flesh, and came directly through the wall. The next room.

　　 Just as he thought, there was a bedroom next door, and scattered clothes on the floor. A male gifter is asleep on the bed, and next to him are two sleeping mature women.

　　 Jenkins' spirit body made a circle in the room to roughly determine the location of the objects in the room, and then looked at the position of the benefactor's head. In the soul state, the [True Eye] sees more than in the physical state.

Chapter 1533 Thousands of People's Dreams

　　 Even if he didn’t go into a dream, Jenkins could find that this gifter’s dream was unusual only by observing the soul. The "scale" of the dream is so huge, the surging mental power can even hit Jenkins standing by the wall like a tide.

　　 That mental power is very mixed, obviously not from the same person. In other words, this gifter is in a dream, connecting with tens of thousands of tobacco smokers. It is very dangerous to do so. If you rush into the dreams of different individuals that are implicated together without rules, your own spirit will be affected by the majestic and complex mental power.

　　 Although the [Dream Elf] I encountered not long ago also has a means of connecting dreams, the dream elves can comfort the dreams of different individuals, and the current situation is that those dreams are chaotic to the level of almost chaos.

　　 But Jenkins is not afraid of these, his soul is extremely strong, such a mental impact is not effective for him. And compared to smoking tobacco and then entering that dream state, the opportunity now is obviously better.

　　 Before he could go back and say hello to his cat, he jumped into the dream of the gifter in front of him. Then through this dream, he came to this "common dream" mixed with the common dreams of millions of people.

　　 I thought it would be a terrifying scene with various strange scenes intertwined, but when the picture in front of him stabilized, all Jenkins could see was the flat grassland, gloomy sky and drizzle.

　　 There were some unconscious spirits passing by. Jenkins pretended to be in the same state as them and went forward together. After walking for less than half an hour, he saw a huge altar.

　　 In the center of the altar is a strange sculpture. Although it is a human figure, it has no hands or feet and no facial features on its face. You can't tell the gender from the physical characteristics, but you will suddenly feel a sense of horror after staring for a long time.

　　 He followed the unconscious spirits to the periphery of the altar, and saw the crowd around the altar kneeling down. These spirits leaned closely like worms in bread, lowered their heads and whispered at the same frequency, whispering ancient languages ​​that Jenkins could not understand. These huge sounds combined together, and got into Jenkins like worms. In his mind, he actually had a headache.

　　 In addition to the kneeling crowd of tens of thousands, you can vaguely see dozens of figures in white robes standing on the edge of the center of the altar. Through the characteristics of mental power, it is easy to find that one of them is the bestower of sleep in the club room.

　　 "Obviously, one of the functions of this majestic mental power is to supply the statue in the dream."

　　 While thinking, he mixed in the crowd on the fringe, and kept backing away to prevent himself from being prominent among the kneeling crowd.

"But this is definitely not the only purpose. There are more and better ways to collect spiritual power. Therefore, the tobacco business is probably a plan to invest in several gains, but I don't know what this statue is. "

　　 The world of dreams is so strange that people with extraordinary talents are fully capable of shaping dreams by themselves. But this statue is definitely not shaped by the human spirit. Jenkins knows the limit of mortals better than anyone, and this huge stone sculpture that absorbs the spiritual power of mortals is probably inseparable from the terrifying seals of evil gods or subspaces. Open relationship.

　　 He hasn't been reckless enough to start a duel in someone else's territory, so he knows what happened here, he wants to leave this dream world and return to the real club to continue collecting clues.

　　 But I didn't expect that the idea of ​​taking the initiative to leave the dream rose in my heart, and the terrifying grassland under my feet suddenly vibrated. After that, the whispering like magic sound formed by millions of people stopped, and all the kneeling people turned their heads to look at Jenkins.

　　 What’s even more terrifying is that the stone statue that seemed to pass through the sky, which the dreamers bowed to, actually trembled, and then a huge vertical pupil appeared on the flat surface of the face. The eye, which seemed to be burning with flames, saw Jenkins precisely.

　　 "Oh, it sucks."

　　 He secretly said in his heart, his right hand directly drew his cane from the air and then slammed it into the ground. But this time, unable to extract the slightest spirit of life from the earth, Jenkins realized that this dream is the opponent's home court, and the opponent can fully rely on the mental power of thousands of people to gain home court advantage.

Throwing the cane to the side, then his foot leaped back vigorously, his left foot was in the air, and his right foot continued to take a step back. He seemed to be stepping on an invisible ladder, stepping backwards step by step, and soon Came to the sky.

　　 Although the dream environment cannot be changed, at least it can affect a small area around the body. Taking advantage of the fact that the few gifters on the ground did not react, and the statue seemed to be still accumulating power, he took out the bone holy sword and let the silver white sword light slash forward in the air.

　　 The power of the spirit and the illusion increase are superimposed, and the dazzling sword light is more dazzling than ever. The sword went straight through the chest of the statue, and then in the explosive spirit fluctuations, the whole statue was split into two.

　　As the stone part peeled off, the things in the center of the statue finally appeared.

　　 Sometimes staring at the darkness of the night sky will have inexplicable fear, that is people's fear of the abyss and the unknown. At this time, the huge shadow exposed in the center of the statue, the chaotic color fluctuated on the surface, and the unfixed shape changed arbitrarily with Jenkins' observation.

　　 The indescribable shape, along with the deepest fear, directly affects the mental power that constitutes this space. The lightly rainy sky was quickly covered by dark clouds, and the protruding crowd began to whisper again, and at the same time, the sound of profanity singing seemed to come from their ears.

　　Nightmare is a part of dream, and nightmare is also something that all intelligent creatures have been afraid of since ancient times. What the invisible nightmare shows is the fear hidden in the deepest part of the heart that people can't even notice, and once this fear turns into substance, even Jenkins will be affected.

　　 He looked at the chaotic and terrifying shadow, and while there was goose bumps on the surface of his skin, he recognized the identity of the group of uncertain creatures. This is God automatically found the answer from the depths of his heart, because that thing is part of the world:

"This is part of the sealed beast of evil [Nightmare of Sin Karma]. Connecting to the deep dream world, part of the essence of the beast of evil induced by huge spiritual power! That group of lunatics want to treat the ancient disaster The beast is released!"

Chapter 1534 The Essence of Nightmare

　　 The spiritual power that should have been intangible reveals the nature of substance in such a complicated dream space. Under the aggregation of the amorphous chaotic color shadow, the majestic mental power directly blasted Jenkins in the air.

　　 Jenkins does not have any defensive means at the moment, and can only hardly connect when he is caught off guard. But the moment that spiritual power touched his soul, the terrible attraction led the spiritual power to flow into the depths of his soul. As he was pushed backwards by this force, these huge masterless mental powers were completely absorbed by him.

"what?"

　　 The unknown questioning sound seemed to come from the horizon, and Jenkins, who was knocked into the air, took advantage of the opportunity of his spiritual body to be far away from the sacrificial field and left directly from the dream world.

Reflecting in the real world, his spiritual body flew out of the sleeping gifter’s head like a ball, and then went straight through the wall and returned to his body, frightening the chocolate that was tapping his nose with his paw. jump.

　　 "I was found, hurry up!"

　　 It was too late to see how the absorption of so much mental power would affect him. Jenkins grabbed his cat and jumped up. The harsh sound of glass shattering instantly broke through the tranquility of the street at night. As the broken glass fell onto the street, Jenkins landed safely, and then quickly stepped on the broken glass and ran to the other side of the street.

　　 The police were attracted by this unusual sound. At the same time, the few people in the club who were still sober also realized the trouble this sound might cause.

　　 Before escaping into the alley, Jenkins turned and looked at the third floor of the club. Behind the glass that he smashed, the amorphous shadow stood there silently. There is no light in the room, only a shadowy and fuzzy look can be seen. The chaotic color and terrible effect of fear undoubtedly pointed to what I saw in the dream.

　　 "Damn it, it's in the real world!"

　　 Jenkins gritted his teeth and turned around and rushed back to the street. This thing was only a very weak part of the power of the beast of calamity, and it was further weakened when it came to the real world. But this was the monster he led to the real world, and he couldn't let this thing stand there and stare at Bel Dylan.

　　 With the sound of glass shattering, the unicorn broke through the world barrier and appeared in front of Jenkins. He skillfully jumped on the back of the unicorn and let it fly into the night sky with one person and one cat.

The unicorn itself has a faint luminescence, and Jenkins directly took out the stick and turned it into a scepter regardless of hiding himself. The orb at the top of the scepter glowed with great light, and the entire night sky of Beldiran seemed to be lit up for a while. Up.

　　The disaster of dreams fears "reality", because it corresponds to illusion. Under the light that seemed to illuminate everything, the shadow behind the windows on the third floor made a whine that ordinary people could not hear.

　　 The only Jenkins who heard this sound began to bleed in his ears. He endured the feeling of nausea and rushed into the room with the unicorn holding his scepter.