The Witcher: Elemental Lords

This was that damned Dorre, that damned Bone Tower of Turin. He'd recognize it even if it turned to ash.

It hadn't been long since he last saw it, but this wizard tower had become even more formidable.

He must have discovered the changes in the dream realm's rules, that's why he found his way here. He knew his location.

Dammit.

This guy also mastered the Nightmare Meditation Technique. He was his greatest enemy, damn it.

But what was up with this doppelganger? He'd never seen it before, and the aura it possessed seemed familiar.

Currently, only he knew about Dorre cultivating the Nightmare Meditation Technique. No one else believed him. He had inquired and learned that Dorre possessed another meditation technique and had grasped a little of the dream realm's rules. Not all of them, but enough to touch upon them.

But how did Dorre find him? Could it be this strange-looking thing?

At this moment, he realized that the direction from which they came was indeed aimed at him, without the slightest deviation. His heart sank, and after a brief thought, his slightly chaotic brain began to arrange things involuntarily.

The dream realm's rules manifested, continuously creating figures, cities, and experts, forming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He had to fortify this place like an iron barrel. He couldn't die.

Although he wasn't afraid of death this time, he didn't want to experience it again. He had only just grasped the dream realm's rules. Given enough time, he was confident he could dominate the world, and the entire West Ring Continent would submit at his feet.

But what he lacked most now was time.

Just then, he saw that his opponent had stopped moving forward.

He had been exposed.

He began to continuously generate all sorts of things, whatever he desired.

The greatest advantage of the Nightmare Meditation Technique was its proficiency in fighting within dreams. His mental strength was relatively strong and also quite bizarre. However, the disadvantage was also obvious: he was too skilled at fighting in dreams, which made him a weakling in reality. He could only rely on various generated objects to fight. He had to maximize the generation of everything he had ever invaded to resist the enemy's army.

Then he had to escape.

That's right, he could only escape now.

Before invading and reaching the ninth rank, he would never fight anyone head-on. Although his mental strength was dozens of times stronger, it was still superficial, at most equivalent to a mid-level ninth rank, not even a top-tier ninth rank. He was no match for these people.

He would struggle to cope with Shallow Moon Old Ancestor alone.

Dorre had discovered him. He had to find a way to hide himself, but how did Dorre find him? This was still a question, and how to hide himself was even more impossible to say.

Just at this moment, he felt an infinite crisis coming from all directions. His heart was slightly flustered, and his mental strength was rapidly consumed.

His expression became slightly manic, and he frantically calculated his chances of survival. But from the current perspective, the chances of this body, plus his main body, surviving were very low.

Not to mention that this time, both the Radiant Church and the Dark Church had taken action. They might use some unknown methods.

Damn it, why won't anyone give me time?

I'm almost successful!!!

Once I master the Law of Dreams and the Godhead, all of you will die.

The Nightmare Ancestor's face began to contort, and the surrounding derivatives grew more and more numerous, and faster and faster. Often, some powerful creatures were born directly.

With about 30% of his mental strength, he could create a 60% eighth-level magical beast. Each of these magical beasts, once created, was very agile, even carrying memories from their previous lives, and very active.

On the city wall, a vulture was created. It spread its wings and flew into the sky, free and at ease. It saw an ogre and was a little surprised. Why was this ogre here too?

Just then, the ogre stood up from the ground outside the city, a club naturally forming in its hand. It looked around, seemingly unfazed by the position it was standing in. Then, it raised its head, shook its head with its limited intelligence, roared, and looked at the vulture, shouting, "You little prick, why are you here too?"

The vulture also didn't have much intelligence. At this time, it looked at the ogre and snorted coldly, "You shit-eater, mind your own business. Just eat your shit."

The ogre wasn't angry either. In its world, being able to eat well was all that mattered. It didn't care what it ate. If it angered its clansmen, it would eat them all. What was eating a little shit? Dragon dung was also very nutritious.

It looked around, and at this moment, it saw dozens of seventh-level creatures suddenly appearing inexplicably on the surrounding ground, but it didn't have the slightest doubt.

It had its own memories. Of course, the Nightmare Ancestor had devoured its memories, but it was impossible to completely return its memories to it. Instead, it had modified a part of them.

As powerful creatures were born one after another, and still being born continuously, the Nightmare Ancestor's figure gradually sank down, sinking into the ground. If a fight broke out later, it could seize the time to escape.

The Law of Dreams was not omnipotent, it finally realized now. The world was fair. Just because a certain rule was powerful didn't mean that this creature would have no opponents. All things in the world countered each other. Even the powerful Dragon race had unavoidable enemies.

In ancient legends, hellhounds, roc birds, three-legged crows, etc., all liked to eat dragons. Unfortunately, those creatures were not in this world.

The Law of Dreams was undoubtedly powerful, but it was not powerful now. It needed time to make itself stronger.

After planning all this, it secretly began to transfer.

...

In the sky, Shallow Moon Old Ancestor looked over here, anxiously.

Things were still being generated here continuously. With such a large number of troops, even if they were attacking cities and seizing territories, the quantity was enough. Hundreds of seventh-level creatures and dozens of eighth-level creatures, just looking at this number was shocking.

Vasily was also extremely shocked. He looked ahead, his eyes full of killing intent. Around him, streams of white aura flowed, almost completely enveloping him.

Dorre stood dozens of meters away, looking at Vasily, but his gaze saw the rules around Vasily constantly rising.

Those were all spatial rules, each one thick and powerful.

These rules permeated every corner of the world, every inch of space. He was space, representing the bottom layer of the world.

Vasily was about to advance. Maybe it was now, maybe it was the next moment. There were a full twelve rule chains around him, although none of them had reached the ninth level, but no one could say for sure.

Once Vasily comprehended all the spatial rules he had mastered to the ninth level, he would definitely be a ninth-level expert, and once he entered the ninth level, he would be the strongest among the ninth levels. This was beyond doubt.

The power of spatial rules was only below reincarnation, fate, cause and effect, and time, ranking fifth.

As long as Vasily entered the ninth level, he would be the same level as Shallow Moon Old Ancestor, becoming the guardian deity of the Glory Empire.

The spatial rules, the dream realm rules in the distance, and the lunar yin rules on Shallow Moon Old Ancestor's body gave Dorre a great deal of insight.