I Became the Ultimate Boss

Chapter 112 Sand Sculptures and Bells

Time passed quietly.

Kemen observed secretly, and finally waited for Xiao Taozi to sleep.

Taking Xiao Taozi's sleep as an opportunity, Kemeng activated the dream invasion skill.

First review one of the ways to activate the Invasion Dreamland skill, use synaesthesia to guide the direction, and then direct the invasion.

In other words, this step can bypass the joint dream world and directly invade Xiao Taozi's dream, preventing the Orange Star people from falling into panic in the dream world.

But the problem still came.

After using the skill, an unknown factor prevented Kemon from further synesthesia, and the dream-invading skill was interrupted for the first time.

No more, you can only invade the United Dreamland yourself.

A thought flew over, and Kemeng's will came to the dream world.

The terrifying coercion crushed the land like mountains and seas, and the human beings living on land felt the trembling of their souls.

Kemeng ignored those mortals, and looked directly at the seaside camp, looking directly at the face of little Lolita.

Little Lolita was originally dreaming, but she was followed by Kemeng.

Unspeakable horror rose in my heart, but the next moment, the terrifying existence exited the dream world again.

But the little Lolita still woke up with a start, breathing heavily after waking up, her brain was trembling, and her body was also trembling.

I can't tell what it feels like, at that moment, the world is filled with indescribable things, and I feel uncomfortable all over.

Clementine was also trembling, but her trembling was not as severe as that of Little Peach.

The little girl next to her was shaking all the time, looking like she was having difficulty breathing.

Deep Sea R'lyeh.

Kemen stopped as soon as he clicked, and didn't spend too long staying in the dream world.

Just watching for a moment, Little Taozi has established a very deep connection with Cthulhu.

You must know that this is the gaze of the evil god.

Even just a glance, the connection is terrifyingly deep.

Kemeng can guarantee that as long as little loli dreams again, she will probably be able to establish a connection with little loli, and then see what dreams she is having.

If possible, that world can also be twisted into a part of the joint dream, and the boundary between dreams can be opened.

Kemon had done similar things before, connecting the dreams of each player to form an unprecedented connected dream.

It's a pity that little Lolita was in a very bad state after being glanced at by him, and her spirit was in an extremely tense state.

If there is a copy of rationality to help her stabilize her emotions at this time, she should be able to recover quickly.

The reality is that there is no such thing, she can only resist by herself.

Fortunately, Xiao Taozi's thinking mode is inherently different from everyone else's.

After a few hours, she was back to normal and no longer trembling.

It's a pity that Kemon's recovery period is coming soon.

On the eve of waking up, a vague murmur sounded in my ears.

It is the believers who are offering sacrifices!

After waiting for so long, a new believer finally offered sacrifices.

Kemon blinked and saw a large yellow desert.

In the desert, a group of black robes wearing beak masks gathered beside the oasis pool, dug a small pool, and spread powder around the pool with space-time stone powder.

Candles, incense, everything is there.

Kemon couldn't figure out where the monsters living in the desert got candles, spices, black robes, and masks.

Forget it, after all, it is a game world, and it is normal to have unreasonable things.

It was also when Kemen came, and the monsters sang the name of Mr. Ke, and then offered a sacrifice to Cthulhu.

It was a sand sculpture with white feathers. Its eyes were closed, as if it was playing dead, but its body kept shaking.

As it trembles, the sand falls from its feathers.

There was a bell in the beak of the sand sculpture, and as it shook, the bell made a crisp tinkling sound.

"Great Cthulhu... we Sand Sculpture Clan... look forward to your awakening."

The black-robed monster let out a strange cry, and raised its broad robed face.

Not like human hands, but like wings.

As they say, they are a family of sand sculptures, shaped like eagles, but bigger than eagles.

The needs of the Sand Sculpture Clan are relatively pure, that is, pure hope that Cthulhu will unblock and wake up, change the world, and let believers live happily and freely in chaos forever.

This premise is that Cthulhu wakes up and unblocks.

Kemon sensed their will. They were true fanatical believers, and the rewards could be delayed until the awakening period. Before that, they did not expect any rewards.

Since they didn't want rewards, Kemeng didn't give rewards either.

Most of the evil god's skills didn't end well, and Kemeng didn't want to upset the hearts of these sand sculpture believers.

The young little sand sculpture was thrown into the misty water, bubbled up and disappeared.

Kemen retreated quietly, but the atmosphere at the sacrifice site had not yet returned to normal. All the sand sculptures waited in place until the site was no longer cold.

On the other side, Kemeng took the initiative to synaesthete with his body, and by looking at his face, he actively awakened his consciousness.

Opening his eyes, he saw a trembling sand sculpture standing on the floor, his eyes were tightly closed, and he dared not open them for a moment.

The bell in its mouth was shaken by the shaking, making a "ding ding" sound.

Hearing the ding ding, Kemen felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

I don't know where the crisis came from, but I was a little panicked inside.

"Ding ding ding—"

The bell kept shaking, and the sense of crisis was layered one after another.

The feathers of the white-haired sand sculpture kept dropping sand, causing a small pile of sand to pile up on the floor.

The glutinous rice balls have already rolled over, and the hair on the whole body is tense into needles, and it is possible to beat the sand sculpture violently at any time.

But the sand sculpture didn't feel anything, and was still trembling.

Vaguely, Kemon felt the emotion of a frightened bird from it, fearing that the evil god would eat it.