The so-called Nightmare Sinking, the description of the forum guide reads: pulling players into the most unbearable memories of their lives, causing their emotions to fluctuate violently and their spirituality to be damaged.

Although it is written very mysteriously, it is naturally impossible for the game warehouse to really read the player's memory, so it is just a simple willpower judgment for the player, and if the judgment is not passed, it will be on a "spiritual wavering" debuff.

However, at this time, Asker felt that there was really something in the depths of his memory, which was rudely torn out by the other party's ability.

In the blink of an eye, he was already standing at the door of the bathroom in his hometown, his small body was only about six or seven years old, and his dead father was sitting on the floor of the bathroom, and the knife on his wrist that had been cut by suicide was still oozing blood.

The mother knelt on the tiled floor, pools of blood soaking through her dress. Her body trembled slightly, and she let out incomprehensible sobs that gradually turned into desperate cries.

The unbearable childhood memories, with the feeling that the whole world was collapsing in front of my eyes, resurfaced from the depths of memory.

At that time, how did you do it? It seems like hugging your head and crying with your mother, right?

Now that I think about it, it's really not worth it.

His small palm squeezed hard in the air, as if pulling out something, and slashed towards the scene in front of him.

He really drew his sword!

Then the whole world of memory was cleanly cut in two.

Blue blood splattered, and the Nightmare's expression of disbelief came into view.

It couldn't understand why the human in front of it, whose consciousness had been pulled into the nightmare it had woven and couldn't extricate itself, was still able to draw its sword and slash out the decisive blow that broke the dream.

Then it realizes that it has made a big mistake.

Eleanor was still fighting her father's phantom, when she saw the tall phantom shake violently, and the movement of the shield froze still. Her gaze wandered into the distance, where Asker and Nightmare were fighting, and her attention was immediately drawn.

What a violent and fierce swordsmanship. I saw that the sword light was connected up and down, left and right, and it was almost impossible to see how many swords he produced every second, only the blue blood that was cut out continued to splash to the left, right, left, and right, as if it was a huge cosmos blooming in the air.

The nightmare, which had its back to everyone, was slashed by the sword light and shook like chaff, first the right arm was severed, then the left arm, and finally the head and waist, and the broken limbs flicked and flew out.

Asker let out a low cry and unleashed one final slash, splitting through the empty air in front of him. The Teutonic Knights' "Sturm Kreuz" (Sturm Kreuz) is not really about indomitable tyranny, but about the delicacy of controlling every movement and force in the furious attack.

And the reason why he had to cut the last sword into the air after killing the boss was just to vent.

My own mentality is already out of balance.

The psychology of professional level made him quickly adjust back and calm his mood. Turning around, he saw that the tall phantom in the distance had also disappeared with the wind. A puppet created as a dream ability of the boss is also meant to be unable to maintain its existence after the boss hangs up.

Eleanor staggered to her feet with her spear, took off her armor with great difficulty, and began to be healed by Nola's abilities.

"Huh." Medea, whose injuries had stabilized, walked over, looked at the severed limbs of the nightmare on the ground, and said with a sneer, "I thought the nightmare was so powerful, it wasn't that we killed it so easily......"

Her words came to an abrupt halt as Medea saw Asker's face: with a gloomy expression of iron blue, like a volcano about to erupt.

"You're ...... What emoji? Medea's voice trembled. Through the vision of her abilities, she saw that Asker's mind was also a bright red color, and it was obvious that his heart was filled with crazy rage and a desire to kill, which made her feel the urge to flee desperately on the spot.

"What's wrong with me?" Aske said slowly, trying to squeeze a smile out of his face.

"You're laughing worse than crying." Medea breathed a sigh of relief. It's dangerous, it seems that this guy hasn't lost his mind yet.

"Forget it." Aske waved his hand and sat down on the stone steps of the altar, not saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

Others also came over after a little trimming. The most seriously injured was naturally Eleanor, who fought with the Phantom, while Peggy fell into a coma and fell to the ground from the beginning, although she was disgraced but unharmed. Under Nola's treatment, both of them have now regained their combat effectiveness.

"What kind of expression do you have?" Nora said, biting her lower lip. Looking at Asker's gloomy expression, she was a little frightened for no reason.

"What's wrong with my expression?" Asker asked.

"It's like you made a stupid mistake in the arena and were beaten up by the other party." Peggy said.

Eleanor burst out laughing. She had been training with Aske for days at the training ground, so she knew what Peggy meant.

At that time, in every battle, Asker beat up the mercenaries on the opposite side in this way, and then mercilessly counted the other party to nothing. If this great master is really beaten up in turn...... That scene is unimaginable, probably this is the gloomy expression now.

"Oh." Asker said with a blank face.

"What is the spiritual material on this nightmare?" Seeing that he was really in a bad mood, Peggy didn't tease him again.

"Hair." Asker said.

So Peggy went to harvest the hair from the nightmare's head, slicing the nerve bundles with her dagger while quietly looking up to observe Asker's expression.

"Don't look at it." Medea's voice sounded in her heart, "He's not happy now." ”

"What's the deal with his expression?" Peggy asked, puzzled. She was hypnotized from the moment she approached the nightmare, and she fell into a coma for the rest of the day, so she had no idea what was going on, "I felt like I had a bit of a hate." ”

"It doesn't have to be hatred, either." Medea said, "It's just a feeling of carrying something heavy on your back, anyway. ”

She sighed in the psychic communication, looking at Asker's gloomy face, and inexplicably remembered her father when she was young.

This was when Medea was six years old, and her father, Suleiman, had not yet become Emperor of the Seljuk Empire and was serving as governor of Damascus as a prince. His Majesty the Sultan of Serim, the grandfather, valued his other son, her uncle Alauuddin, and seemed intent on giving him the throne.

Alaudeddin has become more and more arrogant because he has been leading troops for many years and has attacked and killed his two brothers and princes for his grandfather. He met his grandmother Hafsha outside the palace and whipped her with a horsewhip in front of the eunuchs, on the grounds that the Sultan's women should not be seen outside the palace.

My grandmother fell seriously ill when she returned to the palace and later wrote to her father in Damascus. His father, Suleiman, sat alone in the governor's mansion with a letter paper, without inviting his confidants to consult, without eating or going to bed, but sat in silence all night.

She once asked her father to be coquettish that night and asked him to read her the bedtime story "One Thousand and One Nights". However, the father in the darkness only stared at her with a gloomy face, with a certain inhuman cold expression, and frightened her into the desert.

From that moment on, she always had the impression of being radiant, and her elegant father with a bookish temperament was no longer there, as if the whole person had completely turned into a cold devil.

As an adult, she probably guessed what was written on the letter, which was nothing more than that her grandfather, His Majesty Selim, had decided to implement the "Brother Murder Law".

The law, enacted by Mehmed II the Conqueror, made it possible for any prince who became or was about to become sultan to kill all his own brothers who threatened his throne.

If his grandfather Serim had made up his mind to pass the throne to his son Alaud-Din, then Suleiman, who was also a son, would have been executed by his grandfather, His Majesty Serim, his wife, Roxalana, and all his children, either by his grandfather Serim – or by his uncle Alaud-din, who became Sultan.

It's just that she was only six years old at the time, and she didn't understand the hidden swords and swords in these palaces. A year later, in the midst of the open and secret struggle between his sons, his grandfather Selim finally decided that his father Suleiman was the most qualified prince to inherit his throne, so he slaughtered all the other princes and other immediate family members.

Another year passed, and grandfather Selim died at the court. His father, Suleiman, returned to the capital to inherit the throne, and as he rode into the city, he sneered and said, "A carpet is enough for two Sufis, but this world is too small for two kings." ”

The sneer that her father showed at that time had gradually faded in her memory. But what she never forgot was her father's contemplative expression in the dark room of the mansion that night: it was a feeling of carrying a great weight on his back, which was both extremely painful and extremely cold, cold and rational, and full of madness.

It is very similar to Asker's expression at this time.

"What heavy thing?" Peggy wondered. It was hard for her to understand what could be heavier than hatred.

"Ah, it's that feeling of being cornered." Medea said casually, "Men, sometimes they will turn into crazy beasts, carry such and such heavy reasons, and then fight and duel with the whole world. ”

"But it's quite flavorful." She chuckled softly.

Asker sat on the stone steps, his hands staggered over his chin, not knowing what he was thinking. Eleanor, who was next to him, looked at him cautiously and asked tentatively:

"Don't you need to review it?"

"Good fight, this should be your first boss. The battle can be fought like this, which is quite okay for novices. Asker was silent for a long time before replying, "Now that we are in the depths of the island, we will reach the bottom of the mountain if we go further inside, and we will encounter the second boss when we go to the top of the mountain." Keep up the good work. ”