The Master of the Strange Realm

"It will get better, everything will get better. Even mortals have their own strength and determination. Moreover, if the sky falls, God will hold up. Then there is the Zhengshen Church, and then there are illegal gifters like us. You don't have to So frustrating."

Jenkins patted his shoulder, and when no one was paying attention, he flicked the newly brought glass of grape juice with his fingers. The liquid surface was immediately covered by a layer of cold mist. It was already summer, and the frozen drink was obviously More palatable.

"But we always have to do something. If we really wait until the sky falls before we look up, I think it will be before we die."

The slightly drunk Mr. Hood said, as Jenkins knew, this is definitely a very responsible and admirable person.

"I have investigated a lot of things during this period, and I have also seen some ancient legends and myths. There is a saying that at the end of an era, there will be a catastrophe, and a savior will be chosen to save it. All this, hum~"

He raised the glass again and took a sip, making a mocking sound through his nose:

"What is this? Mortals must have a savior to save them? Can't we save all this ourselves? All the hope of the world must be pinned on one person? This may be a rule that has not changed for thousands of years, but I think this It's unfair."

Jenkins had nothing to say, so he drank his juice silently and continued to listen to him.

"Maybe this is good for the world. I just think my idea is right. I have no intention of changing everything, but at least I have to do something I can do. Hiccup~"

The middle-aged man burped suddenly. He had drank a little too quickly. Even if he drank well, he would inevitably be a little tipsy after drinking like this.

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

Jenkins asked tentatively.

"No, ha, as I said just now, I came to Beldilan just for work."

Obviously, when Mr. Hood said this in the room, the Lie Priest had no reaction at all, but at this moment, it was reminding him that it was a lie. This shows that in his slightly drunken state, his mind changed. Although he will remain sane when he sobers up, it has at least been proven that Mr. Hood is not ignorant about those unique tobaccos.

Jenkins smiled:

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

He never used the power of lies against his friends, but for a man who was already a little drunk, even the power of words was enough. Jenkins is an incomplete false god who walks in the material world. In his non-divine state, he does not have the power of a god, but this does not mean that his words are just vibrating the air like a mortal.

In short, regardless of the principle, Mr. Hood finally revealed the information he had about the tobacco after some deliberate compliments and clichés.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, Jenkins helped Mr. Hood back to his hotel room. I fed him some water and covered him with a quilt before leaving.

Of course, I didn't forget to spend a few pennies to ask the hotel waiter at the front desk downstairs to wake Mr. Hood up early the next morning. After all, Mr. Hood was very busy the next day.

Before leaving the hotel, Jenkins checked on his father and his family again. They had already returned to the hotel, so he didn't pay attention.

Belduran at night was divided into small areas by the shining gas streetlights, and Jenkins, who had already learned his destination, was walking through them. He did not choose to inform the church, and then gathered hundreds of benefactors to bulldoze the place to the ground. In order not to alert the other party to more clues and evidence, Jenkins chose to do it himself this time.

Chapter 1532 Chapter 1508 Spirit Infiltration

Walking through the city at night, Jenkins took his cat to the door of a closed club in the east of Beldiland, and looked up at the sign at the door:

【Dream Interpretation Club】

This kind of club is very common in big cities and is generally in the nature of a hobby club. Ordinary people yearn for the extraordinary, so dream interpretation and divination have become a popular trend. Especially for some aristocratic girls who have enough to eat and have nothing to do, and libertines who don't have enough to eat but want to eat aristocratic girls, this kind of club has extra appeal.

Although the club is not open now, Jenkins knows from the news from Mr. Hood that this place is not as simple as what he sees in front of him.

He lowered his head and checked his attire, then knocked twice on the door gently.

"What is the dream?"

Almost at the moment when the knocking on the door stopped, a voice came from inside the door. The owner of the voice sounded like he was clinging to the door. The voice was neutral and trembling constantly. It sounded creepy.

"Dreams are an unknown adventure."

This is a secret code, which Mr. Hood bought for a large sum of money.

"What's a dream?"

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

"What does this key do?"

"Let us know that we are born to be special."

The door opened a crack silently, and Jenkins immediately stepped in. From the outside, it looked like there were no lights on in the club at all, but the light of the gas lamp after entering made Jenkins, who had just walked out of the dark night, almost cry.

He tried to suppress his discomfort and looked at the person who exchanged secret signals with him, but found that it was a mummy lying on the door. Behind the door was a long corridor, where people sat or stood, inhaling and exhaling yellow smoke skillfully. No one was surprised by the mummy.

There were dense rooms on both sides of the corridor. People in the rooms spent more gold, so they could enjoy better smoking services. In addition to a wooden chair for lying, they could also choose to enjoy the expensive tobacco in many ways, such as hookahs and pipes.

Yellow smoke filled the club, and everything here was so crazy and twisted.

Although it was a quiet and long night outside, the lights in the club were bright, but this light was more terrifying.

Chocolate had long been in Jenkins' pocket because of the choking yellow fog in the corridor. Jenkins reached out his hand to cover his nose and frowned to look around, and then saw a young man in a white shirt coming over.

"Sir, is this your first time here? Is there anything I can help you with?"

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

"The environment here is worse than I thought. I need a quiet room without being disturbed. Don't worry about the money. Gold is just a number to me."

He naturally showed the Ouroboros gold ring. This ring, which represents wealth, has a strong temptation in itself. When it appears on Jenkins' finger, it will only make people understand that he is rich.

"Okay, sir, please follow me to the second floor. I don't know how to address you?"

The young waiter asked while leading the way in front.

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

He asked jokingly.

"Of course not."

"Then you can call me Earl of Paramount."

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

The club has three floors, 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, and after showing off his financial resources, he got a separate room.

The room was fully equipped with utensils, and there was even a naked woman, but he drove her out.

"I'm here to smoke, let the damn woman go. If it was for women, why would I come here?"

He cursed and drove the woman out of the room, then sat at the table and used tweezers to tweeze out the tobacco in the pure silver box, and wrapped it in fine white cigarette paper.

Not long after, bursts of yellow smoke floated out from the crack of the door of this room.

Jenkins took great pains to sneak in here, not just to get some tobacco. After doing a good job of disguise, he had time to use the Eye of Truth to check the club from all angles.

The owner here is undoubtedly the power of the Gifter. Not to mention the talking mummy at the door, just saying that such a club can be created under the eyes of the kingdom and the church, it is also known that the power behind it is extraordinary.

The first floor was full of drug addicts who were desperate for their lives, sinking into the illusion of tobacco and dreams. On the second floor, there were traces of the gifted, such as the young waiter who had just led Jenkins up.

The third floor was the core area of ​​the club, belonging to the office area. That was also Jenkins's target. He did not come with the church in a big way, just to get more clues from there.

He let the cigarette in the room continue to burn, and then climbed out of the window, and then climbed the sewer pipe on the outside of the wall, and laboriously came to the window of the room directly above. He closed his eyes and listened carefully. After making sure that he could not hear any breathing and footsteps, he carefully knocked on the glass twice. The lock of the window locked from the inside was immediately frozen.

He pushed the window open with a pistol in his right hand and flipped in. After rolling on the floor twice, he stood up and aimed the gun to the left and right. Seeing that there was really no one in the room, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then tiptoed to close the window again.

This is an ordinary office, but there are not many documents and materials. After a quick look, he was sure there were no valuable clues, so he squinted his eyes and looked at the wall.

On the other side of the wall, there was a level 5 gifter who had been lying down for a long time. If he was not knocked unconscious, he must be sleeping.

After hesitating for a while, Jenkins found a comfortable position to sit against the wall, and then let the cat in his pocket watch his body, and then used [Soul Out of Body] to free his soul from the shackles of the body, and went directly through the wall to the next room.

Just as he thought, the next door was a bedroom with scattered clothes on the floor. A male gifter was sleeping on the bed, and two women were sleeping soundly beside him.

Jenkins' spirit turned around in the room and roughly determined the location of the items in the room, and then looked at the position of the gifter's head. In the soul state, [Eye of Truth] sees more than in the physical state.

Section 1533 Chapter 1509 The Dreams of Thousands of People

Even if he didn't go into the dream, Jenkins could find that the dream of this gifter was unusual just by observing the soul. The "scale" of that dream was so huge that the surging mental power could even hit Jenkins standing against the wall like a tidal wave.

The mental power was very mixed, and it was obviously not from the same person. In other words, this gifter was in a dream, connecting with tens of thousands of tobacco smokers. It was very dangerous to rashly enter the dreams of different individuals that were not connected together in a regular way, and one's own spirit would be affected by the majestic and mottled mental power.

Although the [Dream Fairy] encountered not long ago also had the means to connect dreams, the Dream Fairy could soothe the dreams of different individuals, and the current situation was that those dreams were confused to the point of chaos.

But Jenkins was not afraid of these. His soul strength was extremely high, and such mental shock was not as effective as the weird things for him. And compared to smoking tobacco and then entering the dream to check, the opportunity now was obviously better.

Without time to 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 all kinds of strange scenes intertwined, but when the picture in front of me stabilized, all Jenkins could see was the flat grassland that looked like artificial, the gloomy sky and the drizzle.

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

In the center of the altar was a strange sculpture. Although it was in human form, it had no hands and feet, and no facial features. The gender could not be seen from the body features, but if you stare at it for a long time, you will suddenly feel creepy.

He followed the unconscious spirits to the periphery of the altar and saw that the altar was already full of people kneeling. These spirits were close together like worms in bread, lowering their heads and whispering at the same frequency, murmuring ancient languages ​​that Jenkins could not understand. This huge sound combined together, like a worm drilling into Jenkins's brain, actually gave him a headache.

In addition to the tens of thousands of people kneeling, dozens of figures in white robes could be vaguely seen 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 benefactor sleeping in the club room.

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

He thought while mixing in the crowd on the edge, constantly retreating to prevent himself from being conspicuous among the kneeling people.

"But this is definitely not the only purpose. There are more and better ways to collect mental power. Therefore, the tobacco matter is probably a plan of investing several returns, but I don’t know what this statue is."

The world of dreams is strange and gifted. People with extraordinary talents are fully capable of shaping dreams through themselves. But this statue is definitely not something that can be shaped by human spirit. Jenkins knows the limits of mortals better than anyone else, and this huge stone sculpture that absorbs mortal mental power is probably inseparable from the evil god or the terrifying seal of the subspace.

He was not reckless enough to start a duel on someone else’s territory, so after knowing what happened here, he wanted to leave this dream world and return to the real club to continue collecting clues.

But he didn't expect that just when he had the idea of ​​leaving the dream, the flat and terrible grassland under his feet suddenly vibrated. Then, the whispering sound like a demonic sound gathered by millions of people stopped, and all the kneeling people turned their heads to look at Jenkins.

What's more terrifying is that the stone statue that seemed to reach the sky, which the dreamers were kneeling to, actually trembled, and then a huge vertical pupil appeared on the flat face surface. The eye that seemed to be burning with fire saw Jenkins accurately.

"Oh, bad."

He said in his heart, and his right hand directly pulled out his cane from the air and stabbed it into the ground. But this time, he couldn't extract the slightest life spirit from the earth. Jenkins realized that this dream was the opponent's home court, and the opponent could completely rely on the spiritual power in the dreams of millions of people to gain home advantage.

He threw the cane aside, then jumped back with force, stepped on the air with his left foot, and continued to step back with his right foot. He seemed to step on an invisible ladder, step by step, and soon reached the sky.

Although it is impossible to change the environment of the dream, it is possible to at least affect a small area around the body. While the few gifters on the ground did not react and the statue seemed to be accumulating strength, 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 amplification were superimposed together, and the brilliant sword light was more dazzling than ever. This sword went straight through the chest of the statue, and then in the explosive spiritual fluctuations, the whole statue was split in two.

As the stone part peeled off, the thing in the center of the statue was finally revealed.

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

The indescribable appearance, along with the deepest fear, directly affects the spiritual power that constitutes this space. The sky with drizzling rain was quickly covered by dark clouds. The crouching crowd began to whisper again, and at the same time, blasphemous singing seemed to come from their ears.

Nightmare is part of dream, and nightmare is also the thing that all intelligent creatures fear since ancient times. The invisible nightmare shows the fear hidden in the deepest part of people's hearts that people cannot perceive at all, and once this fear becomes real, even Jenkins will be affected.

He looked at the chaotic and terrible shadow, and while goose bumps appeared on the surface of his skin, he recognized the identity of the uncertain creature. This is the answer that God found automatically from the bottom of his heart, because that thing is part of the world:

"This is a part of the sealed disaster beast [Sin Nightmare]. Connected to the deep dream world, part of the essence of the disaster beast induced by the huge mental power! Those lunatics want to release the ancient disaster beast!"

Chapter 1534 Chapter 1510 The Essence of Nightmare

The mental power that should have been invisible showed the nature of a entity in such a complex dream space. Under the aggregation of the amorphous chaotic color shadow, the majestic mental power directly bombarded Jenkins in the air.

Jenkins had no means of defense at this moment, and could only take it hard when he was caught off guard. But the moment the spiritual power touched his soul, the terrible attraction guided the spiritual power to surge into the depths of his soul. As he was pushed back by this force, these huge ownerless spiritual powers were completely absorbed by him.

"Huh?"

An unknown question seemed to come from the horizon, and Jenkins, who was knocked away, took the opportunity of his spirit being away from the sacrificial field and left the dream world directly.

In the real world, his spirit flew out of the sleeping gifter's head like a ball, and then went straight through the wall and returned to his body, scaring Chocolate who was patting his nose with his paw.

"I've been discovered, go!"

Without time to check what impact absorbing so much spiritual power would have on himself, Jenkins grabbed his cat and jumped up, and the harsh sound of glass breaking instantly broke the tranquility of the night street. As the broken glass fell to 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 the unusual sound, and at the same time, the few people in the club who were still awake also realized the trouble that the sound might cause.

Before escaping into the alley, Jenkins turned and looked at the third floor of the club. Behind the glass that he broke, an amorphous shadow stood there silently. There was no light in the room, and only a vague shadow could be seen. The chaotic colors and terrible fear effects undoubtedly pointed to what he had seen in the dream just now.

"Damn, it came to the real world!"

Jenkins gritted his teeth and turned back to the street. This thing was only a very weak part of the power of the beast of disaster, and it was further weakened after coming to the real world. But this was a monster he had brought to the real world, and he couldn't let it stand there and stare at Beldiran.

With the sound of glass breaking, the unicorn broke through the world barrier and appeared in front of Jenkins. He jumped on the back of the unicorn skillfully, letting it carry a man and a cat into the night sky.

The unicorn itself glowed faintly, and Jenkins took out his staff and turned it into a scepter without hiding himself, making the orb on the top of the scepter shine brightly. For a moment, the entire night sky of Beldiran seemed to be lit up.

The disaster in the dream is afraid of "reality" because it corresponds to illusion. Under the light that seemed to illuminate everything, the shadow behind the third-floor window made a wailing sound that ordinary people could not hear.

Jenkins, the only one who heard the sound, began to bleed from his ears. He endured the feeling of nausea and vomiting, and rushed into the room with the scepter and the unicorn.