Time passed quietly.

Kemon secretly observed, and finally waited for the moment when the little peach went to sleep.

Taking the opportunity of the little peach sleeping, Kemon launched the Invasion Dream Skill.

First, review one of the ways to activate the Invasion Dream skill, use synaesthesia to guide the way, and then orient the invasion.

In other words, this step can bypass the United Dream World and directly invade Little Peach's dream, so as to avoid the Dream World Orange Star People from panicking.

But the problem still arises.

After using the skill, there was an unknown factor that prevented Kemon from further synaesthesia, and the skill to invade the dream was interrupted for the first time.

I have no choice but to invade the United Dream Realm in person.

A thought flew by, and Kemon's will descended on the dream world.

The terrifying coercion is overwhelming, and all human beings living on land feel trembling in their souls.

Ignoring the mortals, Kemon looked directly at the seaside camp and looked directly at the face of little Lori.

Little Lori was originally dreaming, but she was targeted by Kemon.

An indescribable horror rose in my heart, but in the next moment, the terrifying existence withdrew from the dream world.

But little Lori still woke up, and when she woke up, she was breathing heavily, her brain was trembling, and her body was trembling.

I can't tell what it was like, but at that moment, the world was stuffed with indescribable things, and I felt uncomfortable.

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

The little Lori next to her kept shaking, looking like she was having trouble breathing.

Deep Sea Lalaye.

Kemon stopped at the point and didn't stay in the dream world for too long.

In just a moment's gaze, Little Peach has already established a very deep connection with Cthulhu.

You know, this is the gaze of an evil god.

Even if it's just a glance, the connection is terrifying.

Kemon dares to guarantee that as long as the little Lori dreams again, she will probably be able to establish contact with the little Lori and see what she is dreaming about.

If possible, you can distort that world into a part of the joint dream world, breaking down the boundaries between dreams and dreams.

Kemon had done something similar before, connecting the dreams of players one by one to form an unprecedented connected dream.

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

If there is a rational transcript 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, and she can only fight it herself.

Fortunately, Little Peach's thinking pattern is inherently different from everyone's.

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

Unfortunately, Kemon's awakening period is also coming.

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

It's the believers who are sacrificing!

After waiting so long, there are finally new believers to sacrifice.

Kemon blinked, and saw a large yellow desert.

In the desert, a group of black-robed people wearing bird's beak masks gathered around the oasis pool, dug a small pool, and spread powder with space-time stone powder around the pool.

Candles, spices, everything.

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

Forget it, after all, it's a game world, and it's normal to have something unreasonable.

It was also when Kremon descended, and the monsters sang the name of the god of Kthulhu, and then offered a sacrifice to Cthulhu.

It was a white-feathered sand sculpture with its eyes closed, as if it was pretending to be dead, but its body was shaking.

As its trembling progressed, the sand continued to fall from among its feathers.

The beak of the sand sculpture holds a bell in its mouth, and as it shakes, the bell makes a crisp tinkling sound.

"Great Cthulhu...... We are a family of sand sculptures...... Looking forward to your awakening. ”

The black-robed monster let out a strange cry and raised its wide robe.

Not like human hands, but like wings.

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

The needs of the sand sculpture clan are relatively pure, that is, they purely hope that Cthulhu will wake up, change the world, and let the believers live happily and freely forever in chaos.

This premise is that Cthulhu wakes up and unblocked.

Kemon felt their will, which were true fanatical believers, and the rewards could be delayed until the awakening period, and before that, they did not expect any extravagant rewards.

Since they don't want a reward, then Kemon won't give a reward either.

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

The young little sand sculpture is thrown into the misty water, gurgling and bubbling and disappearing.

Kemon quietly receded, but the atmosphere at the sacrifice site had not yet returned to normal, and all the sand sculptures waited in place until the scene was no longer cold.

On the other side, Kemon actively synesthesiates his body, and by looking at his face, his consciousness is actively awakened.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a trembling sand sculpture standing on the floor, its eyes closed and not daring to open it for a moment.

The bell in his mouth is shaken by the shaking and makes a "ding" sound.

Listening to this tinkling sound, a strong sense of crisis rose in Kemon's heart.

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

"Dingding-ding-"

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

The feathers of the white-haired sand sculpture are constantly falling into the sand, causing a small pile of sand on the floor.

The rice balls had already rolled over, and the hair on his whole body was tightened into needles, and he could beat the sand sculpture violently at any time.

And the sand sculpture is unaware and still trembling.

Vaguely, Kemon felt the emotions of the frightened bird from it, and was afraid that the evil god would eat it.