Walter Cranston and Frida Hussey enter the "Realm of Dreams", and the frozen time and space of Hellfire Avenue are about to be restored.

Before it could all come to life, Donkey took one last look at the place.

The corpses all over the ground, or the two portals to the "Deformed Realm" and the "Rotten Universe", could not attract Tang Qi's attention.

The two organizations had already dealt with each other more than once, and before the arrival of the deformed god and the rotten father, even an old pervert like the "second corrupt head" could hardly make Tang Qi have the slightest scruples.

What really attracted Tang Qi's attention was the "evil ghost in the world".

It's unbelievable, but it's an ordinary Origin Human.

There was nothing wrong with his body or bloodline, with the exception of ...... Soul.

Tang Qi, who was about to retract his gaze, suddenly slowly burst out of his mind with an extremely special fragment of information.

Coming from an incomparably chaotic, twisted soul, he seemed to be forever laughing maniacally, and no matter where he was, the chaotic, disorderly aura was like a deadly virus, polluting and radiating the world around him.

The level of that kind of power aura is not weaker than the fantasy divinity in the slightest.

"Transcendent Beings: Human Demons, Humans Chosen by the 'Power of Chaos', whose Soul is in the process of metamorphosis......"

Looking at the fragments flowing from the past in the tower, a look of surprise flashed in Tang Qi's eyes.

At the same time, he changed one of his old decisions.

Tang Qi, who was holding the Book of Nothingness, was like a magic stick, spitting out a firm and very vague voice.

"The showdown between the sons of justice and the sons of chaos? The goddess of fate is indeed a bitch. ”

As soon as Don Qi spoke, Fack, the sad frog crouching at his feet, understood Tang Qi's prophecy from a magical perspective.

The main body is the shadow of the Beckfast Chair, which can naturally peek into any picture it wants to peep into, as well as some secret knowledge.

At that moment, the bags under his eyes full of tears trembled twice, and the frog said in an annoying tone, as always:

"New master, you have finally come to an agreement with Fack, and in this vast mystery, there is no being who likes to play with the world more than that bitch, not even the god of mischief. ”

"Of course, you have changed your attention not to erase this so-called human demon, I am afraid that the reason why the new master is far from being able to erase the 'chaotic divinity', that lucky human being, he is not a deformed god, and he should not join the rotten universe. ”

"His soul belongs to the god of chaos. ”

"Tsk, it's really the Origin Star, once this mysterious and beautiful planet rejoins into the infinite mystery, the gods will cast their eyes and ...... Chessman. ”

......

Faced with the revelation of the sad frog, Tang Qi simply said neatly: "Shut up, Fake." ”

"Good master!"

Baker Fast's chair readily agreed, it had figured out the law of impunity.

"If you commit a cheap master, you can do it once a day, and it is easy to be punished if you have more. ”

"Falk can endure it, he can endure it. ”

The secrets it peeked into were indeed right, and Tang Qi decided not to erase the demons of the human world.

The reason, in addition to giving Walter Cranston a chance to take revenge himself.

The more reason is that the "chaotic divinity" rooted in the depths of the demon's soul is just like the "doom origin" that parasitized in Sally's body at the beginning, which is an extremely high-level divine power.

Tang Qi can be wiped out, as long as the evil ghost is devoured into the dream country, and the trace of chaotic divinity is absorbed, the evil ghost can be killed in an instant, but the consequences can be predicted: the dream country will fall into chaos, the chaos spores will be wildly sprayed, and Tang Qi's power will have to usher in a decline.

As soon as he thought of this, Tang Qi withdrew his gaze.

When the last ray of light faded, the Hellfire Avenue recovered.

The "evil ghost of the world", who was making a choice with his arms outstretched, felt something strange almost instantly.

He jerked his head down, and the ground, where the rain and blood were mixed, was empty except for a spirit bullet.

Walter Cranston, the "god of the earth" who he had defeated and tortured with his own hands, and poor Frida Hussey were gone.

This strange picture made the evil ghosts in the world stunned at first.

But soon, his shoulders quivered, and an unexplained laugh came from under the "demon mask".

His drooping arms were raised again, but not for the sake of the two transcendent portals, but as if he had discovered something interesting.

He began to dance, dancing a passionate and grotesque "tap dance" in the midst of the torrential rain and blood, and in the splatters of blood, a theatrical voice sounded in the middle of the Hellfire Boulevard.

"Oh Walter, my Walter, the crippled, ugly, and incompetent son of justice is finally going to get his own mask...... Come back, come back quickly, your mentor awaits your return, and when the time comes, you will mock me...... Or hug me. ”

"My soul is cheering, hahaha......"

The cheers of the perverted mentors on Hellfire Avenue no one cared except for the cops who were forced to be spectators.

At this moment, in the dream country, Stan Du Plessis and the others all looked at the two light clusters flying into the country with expectant and excited eyes.

One of them was poor Frida Hussey, who flew straight towards the Dream Natives.

As the master, Tang Qi exercised the power of divine authority, and it would obviously not be too difficult to resurrect a spirit medium who had just died for a second and whose soul had not yet left.

She had woken up when she entered the realm, so she had the privilege of being the only outside audience.

As soon as she fell, she learned the truth from the eager creatures of the dream, and joy filled her breastfold, and she first gave a solemn thank-you to the vast tower of the distant town of Deborah, and reverently recited the honorific name of "Lord of Dreams".

Then, together with Amanda, Tyranny, and the fairies, he looked at the landing point of another light cluster.

The second dream seed!

The second dream family who is about to be tested!

The West Coast has transcended the legendary powerhouse, an exotic visitor known as the "God of the Earth", Walter Cranston.

His body, wrapped in dreamlike light, was changing under the watchful eye of the Lord of the Kingdom.

Some fragments of information were born, but they disappeared at breakneck speed.

Not completely gone, but extremely weak.

"Transcendent creatures: gods of the earth, an alien race from an exotic land, known as the Munch clan of the demigod race, this is a humanoid race with great power from nature, the external form is almost exactly the same as the origin star humans, but there is a huge difference on the inside, the adult Munch clan, at least the legendary level of the transcendent powerhouse......"

"Walter Cranston has lost most of his bloodline power due to the devouring of the Rotten Skull......"

These fragments are naturally not good news for Walter.

But it just saved Tang Qi from spending divine power to whitewash him.

As long as Walter Cranston can pass the trial and become the second "Dream Family", he will not only be able to recover his strength, but also obtain a transformation that will determine his future.

Since the other fantasy seeds were still being decided, for a while, all the fantasy creatures, including Tang Qi, the master, all cast their eyes on the past.

"Dream seeds can choose dependents, but once they enter the dream country, they no longer have the idea of the seed, but the country matches itself with the 'node' that matches the characteristics of the dependents, and only through the node trial can they be qualified to become the dependents of the dream country. ”

"So, what will be the node this time?"

Stan Duplaisi suddenly remembered his own trial, and the node he passed was "Ass Hell Song".

A terrifying paradise that doesn't seem to be dangerous, but there isn't much room for it.

"It's coming!"

Suddenly, the young man in the flower dress playing the magic flute was the first to see the result.

In his exclamation, everyone watched as the light cluster fell like a meteorite towards a "node" in the realm shrouded in gray-black fog.

"Huh?"

"What is that place?"

Almost all of the fantasy creatures, including Amanda, were puzzled.

Obviously, none of them knew what that node was about, and it seemed to be a strange, nascent node.

In the experimental tower, Tang Qi also had a look of surprise on his face.

His gaze was focused on that node, and as the master, it was naturally a moving thought, and all the details of the entire node were revealed unabashedly.

Because of this, the surprise and surprise on Tang Qi's face became even more obvious.

But soon, he nodded, and said in his heart: "For Walter Cranston, it is indeed a very suitable trial node. ”

Along with this thought came information about that node, a very special and interesting composite new node.

"The Dream Realm is constantly breeding new nodes, giving birth to new dreamlike creatures, whether they are chaotic and evil, orderly and good, or pure neutrality. ”

"These nodes, in addition to originating from the billions of dreamy divine tentacles, are also related to the Juggernaut itself. ”

"Just like this new node, it comes from some of my experiences, from some of the artifacts I have acquired, such as the Code of Thorns, the Mystic Doodle of Bliss, and so on. ”

"Its name is...... Insulters of the Church of Light!"

......

Just as Donkey spat out the name, Walter Cranston also woke up from the chaos.

He slowly opened his dry, almost glued eyes, and the gray-black sky dome, along with the black dust that filled the air, reflected in his water-starved pupils.

He struggled to his feet, and when he lowered his head, he saw his current body.

He was draped in tattered and rough linen, and through the cracks and gaps, his hideous and terrifying body could be seen, with wounds in almost every place, shriveled and thin, with no luster on his skin, crumpled and wrapped around the main torso that looked like a starving camel.

Even without a mirror, Walter had a general idea of what he was looking like now.

"I'm like a dried corpse in the desert!"

This murmur was born in the bottom of his heart, and he also saw the earth in front of him.

It is a land in darkness, mountains, rivers, plains...... It seemed to be full of life, but the air was in terrible condition, and in addition to the black dust, there was also a smell of blood that seemed to have been brewing for a long time and could not be dispelled.

In a trance, Walter seemed to hear the wailing of countless souls in the void.

The smell of despair immediately overshadowed the "fragrance" of blood and earth.

"...... this?"

Walter Cranston was about to open his more intrusive lips and spit out the words hoarsely and with difficulty.

There was a sudden sharp sound in the air, accompanied by a "snap", and the pain that went directly into the depths of the bone marrow immediately swept through Walter's body and mind.

He staggered and fell to the ground, and the change of position allowed him to see the killer who had beaten him.

An old man who was also dressed in sackcloth, like a dried corpse!

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth that were incomparably straight, and a pair of old, cloudy, but see-through eyes stared at Walter.

"Lost man who fell from the sky, you look like a lump of pulled out by a rabbit who crashed into a tree and died, your stupid, stupid soul almost blinded me, and I don't even want to whip you a second time. ”

"Smack!"

The old man came up and insulted Walter Cranston, and his vicious words were like sharp blades, which directly made Walter fall into a stupor.

Even more, he didn't want to be whipped a second time, but the thorn full of sharp thorns still whipped down, and the pain was as good as before, pouring into the depths of Walter's heart and soul.

His patience with pain, which he had been extremely proud and proud, was now gone under the thorn whip.

Walter Cranston, who had fallen in the dust on the ground, struggled to tear apart his upper and lower lips that were glued together, and let out an unpleasant hoarse wail.

It was a physical instinct, and he couldn't stop it.

However, compared to these pains, what really made Walter extremely uncomfortable was the insult that followed the old man that was enough to hit the soul.

"Your cry is as bad as that of a donkey that can only grind, and my whipping cannot make you happy, do you know how many people on this continent are willing to crawl over and kneel before me, and beg His Excellency Martin Sims, the great Holy Confessor, to lash him severely?"

"My thorn flogging brings the ultimate pleasure, as the old woman Teresa can attest, as the clumsy monsters can attest, as can the evil invaders from foreign lands. ”

"Smack!"

In the midst of this incomprehensible thought, Walter Cranston received a third thorn lash.

In the midst of the intense pain, he let out an even more unpleasant wail.

At the same time, Walter himself did not realize that his soul, which was about to degenerate into the chaotic evil camp because of the torture of the "evil ghosts in the world", was silently corrected.

The thoughts of extreme madness and confusion in the depths of his soul are gradually dissipating.

......

Stan Dupressi, Amanda, Tyron, and Frida, the only outside audience, naturally couldn't see the changes in the depths of Walter's soul.

They are taking the brunt of what they see at the moment.

Stan and Frida, in particular, are both Federalists.

Whether it is the real world or the mystical side, the four words "Holy Confessor" have an extraordinary meaning.

Growing up, and after entering the otherworld, both of them have heard various legends related to Martin Sims. They also knew that the Holy Confessor, after helping the Lord of Thorns return, returned to the high vault and became a star.

They had also thought that they might have the opportunity to meet this Sage in the future.

But the two never imagined that they would actually see such an incredible and unbelievable sight.

ps: Thank you for the reward of book friend Ebi 01, thank you for your encouragement, and resume two shifts tomorrow!