Kemon's mind was in a trance, and his mind seemed to have a new screen, and he could watch the sacrifice scene of the kobold mountain village at the same time, as well as a blank gray space.

In the blank gray space, there was nothing, empty.

This is the player's dream, the player has gone offline early, and what is left here is a mess of data, empty, Kemon thought so, and suddenly felt quite reasonable.

His consciousness drifted through the gray space for a few minutes, nothing changed in front of him, and he was bored.

Speaking of which, I also have two dream skills, one is to distort dreams, and the other is to spread dreams.

Kemon looked at the "Twisted Dream", which was in a usable state.

"Distorted Dreams: You can distort the other party's dream world, and the distortion method is consciousness distortion."

Kemon tried to activate the Distorted Dream Skill, and in the next moment, the gray space undercurrent surged, the fog rolled over, and the body consciousness of the original protagonist was undergoing a huge change.

Kemon felt more in control of the dream.

Originally, I could only browse, but now I can try to twist the things here.

"There's too little stuff, why don't you get some water and air?" Kemon thought to himself.

In the next second, the water vapor was born from the gray mist, flew out, and floated in mid-air, constantly converging.

In a few moments, a man-made blue ocean was formed, and it was so vast that it seemed to have no end.

"Another sun." Kemon thought to himself.

As soon as his mind moved, a bright ball of light rose in the sky, and the sun shone fiercely here, and after a while, the sea surface was hot.

"More seafood."

Kemon thought about the seafood, but he couldn't help but think of the crazy seafood in the city of Lalaie.

When Kemeng wanted to rectify again, he was told by the system that the other party's mental strength was not enough to support a higher-intensity transformation.

"Can only twist so little?"

Standing above the ocean, he looked around and saw nothing but water, air, sun, and strange seafood.

Ke was disappointed, he didn't expect this skill to be so boring.

Subsequently, Mr. Ke activated the third dream skill - spreading dreams.

At first, there was no response, but after a few seconds, the sound of a chorus of songs echoed in the dream world, far and near, up and down, and the voice was hoarse.

The skill of transmitting dreams does not require Kemon to transmit it himself, but rather to the person who distorts the dream.

A person who has been distorted often has nightmares, and if he tells the other person the contents of the nightmare, the other person will also start having nightmares.

Subsequently, the victim told the content of the nightmare to the next ordinary person, and the next ordinary person also began to have nightmares, and the nightmare spread layer by layer.

Kemon experienced how to use this communication skill and was amazed by the way it spreads.

This mode of transmission is like an infectious disease, one after the other.

If you want to resist the spread of dreams, you must have high enough psychic resistance.

Either you struggle in dreams and try to keep yourself and maintain your rationality, otherwise it is easy to lose control.

"It's really an awesome skill, but they are players, what's the use of my skill, the player is offline, it shouldn't be affected by the game." Kemon muttered to himself.

……

When Kemon transformed the player's dream, the sacrifice of the kobold mountain village did not stop.

The kobold priest waited in place for a moment, then began to speak of his needs.

"Great Cthulhu, we don't want the female adventurers to become extinct, we just beg you to give us the power of revenge!"

After discussing the day before yesterday, the kobold mountain village thought that their requirements were too high and the sacrifices did not meet the requirements, so this time they lowered their conditions, hoping to get the help of Mr. Ke.

So saying, the priest squirmed, knocked his head on the ground, and did not dare to raise his head, and held in both hands a small basin containing a new offering.

It was an old leather glove with round spikes embedded in it, and it fell down the basin into the pool.

Kemon's consciousness was fixed on the glove, unsure of what it was.

The kobold priest lay on the ground, motionless.

Kemon blinked, his consciousness had not yet returned to reality, indicating that he had not yet reached the time to wake up.

Since you have not yet awakened, let's try to respond to the believer's request.

After all, the things sent by people are not dangerous things, so it is better to do a favor and make the believers have a sense of anticipation, so that they can be motivated to hold the next sacrifice ceremony.

"I have granted your request." Kemon said.

However, Kezong's mouth was sealed by the ancient gods, and he couldn't open his mouth to speak.

Fortunately, accepting the sacrifice was an act of consciousness, and as soon as Kemon's mind moved, the words passed through.

However, in the process of propagation, the power of the evil god on his body also spread.

All the staff of the kobold mountain village heard a buzzing sound, as if the sky was falling.

Their personality was too low, their abilities were limited, and they couldn't hear the full content of the evil god's words at all, and they only felt that there were ten thousand bees buzzing in their ears, and their heads were swollen.

The body was also trembling, as if there were invisible tentacles burrowing all over the body, and it was uncomfortable.

Ke Meng saw the uncomfortable appearance of the black-robed man through space and time, and Mr. Ke himself didn't know what was going on.

As if they were scared silly?

Forget it, let's get down to business.

Kemon rummaged through his skill bar, as an evil god, he had countless skills, and the skills that allowed believers to gain power were naturally too many to count.

A skill called "Random Buff Magic" caught Mr. Ke's attention.

Click on it to take a look, and the skill description is as follows:

"Random Buff Magic: When you use this skill on multiple targets, the target will receive random buff magic, which can be a negative buff or a positive buff, which is full of randomness."

It seems to be good.

Thinking about it, he used this skill on his followers.

……

Kobold mountain village, outside the well.

Countless black-robed kobolds trembled, their entire faces contorted behind their masks, enduring invisible torture.

It was also at this moment that the buzzing sound of confusion disappeared, and the brain stopped trembling.

The kobold priest breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he didn't die.

But it's too dangerous to sacrifice to the gods.

Don't do that next time, it's dangerous and more than worth the loss.

When the kobold priest had the idea of retreating, the bright ripples spread outward around the well, scanning the entire mountain village.

The kobold priest's whole body shook, his body swelled, and his muscles were full of strength.

"What kind of power is this?" The priest was shocked.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Ke really responded, and he gained a new strength.

However, he could feel that this power was not permanent, and that it would disappear after a while.

Behind him, too, there were the sounds of surprise from the villagers, as well as the painful wails of some people.

The priest's heart was awe-struck, and he did not dare to speak.

The gift of the evil gods is never safe, some people can accept it, and some people die because of it.

And he was just the lucky one among the dozens of villagers.