Leonia covered one hand in front of her, and she felt the burning pain of her skin, and she stubbornly approached the ball of light like a meteorite trying to smash into a star.

That's one step away...... Go on...... Right now!

"Ding!"

The silver bell was held high overhead, and the first sound of the ringing brought to an abrupt end the frenzied noise around it. Draenor felt the mountain crumbling on his back, and now only a few rocks remained, lightening as the white light faded.

"Ding! Ding......"

This was followed by a second and a third...... The melodious tone mingled with the intense white light, and gradually changed from a state of mutual neutrality to overwhelming persecution. Within seconds of the last echo in the building, the ball of light lost its color entirely, and was helplessly pulled back to the surface by gravity.

The sphere falls right in the gap in the pipe, and as the Tower of Babel returns to tranquility, it also reveals its true colors:

It was a round glass container with a wrist-thick hole at the bottom for the tubes to pump blood inward. The container was half empty, the other half covered in a twisted mass of flesh, bursting cyan veins could be seen, and countless crimson sarcomas collapsed there like melted lung lobes.

The swollen veins entrenched in Draenor's temples receded, and his fingers subconsciously curled into fists to prop himself up. His plan succeeded, and though it was only a guess, he had been confident that the girl, who was half of the Daredevil's blood, would be able to bring Tumolahan's Dream Exorcism Bell to its full power.

"Leonia, come back quickly!" He suddenly reacted, and the girl was still standing closest to the Moon Seed, holding the silver bell in her hand and staring at the flesh in the container.

"I feel...... It's a bit weird......"

The girl raised her hand to cover her eyes, and her body lost her balance and swayed from side to side. Just as she was about to fall, Jeanne rushed forward and picked her up.

Something soaked Jeanne's sleeves, and she pulled Leonia's hands aside from her face, revealing that bright red blood was spilling from the girl's eyes, nostrils, and the corners of her mouth.

"I see her, Flora, she's holding a ...... Kid ......"

"Woooooooooo......oo Wow!! Uh......"

The sound of a baby echoing through the tower, the frequency of which suddenly soared to the point of almost piercing the eardrum, and the moment it entered the cranial cavity, Draenor felt as if some huge creature had trampled under his feet, and his internal organs were twisted together by something, squirming in pain.

"Ahem!! Vomit!! ”

He saw Lopud suddenly kneeling on the lin, his right hand covering his mouth tightly, but sticky blood still flowed from between his fingers. At this time, even he vomited uncontrollably, and his blood was mixed with dark red flesh.

Draenor noticed that the red liquid suddenly covered the lines of the bricks, he resisted the cramping pain in his abdomen, and looked up at the center of the building, the broken transmission pipes were unceasingly spewing blood fountains, and the scarlet wave spread in all directions, forming a lake of blood that was large enough to reach his knees in the blink of an eye.

The glass container floated in the middle of the lake for a moment, and Draenor saw the baby in the placenta struggling to get up, it only had one eye, and the umbilical cord attached to the abdomen had expanded to dozens of times the original level, twitching wildly like tentacles, until the container was completely shattered, and the baby's body sank to the bottom of the lake.

"It's begun, the Moonseed has been awakened by the Dream Ring......" Lopud muttered to himself as if announcing calamity.

A whirlpool gradually formed in the place where the baby disappeared, and while the surrounding waves were sunken by centrifugal force, a huge sarcoma rose in the center of the whirlpool, and blood vessels and muscles intertwined irregularly, greedily absorbing the nutrients of the blood lake through strange organs scattered in all corners.

By the time the blood lake had completely dried up, the sarcoma had swelled into a three-meter-tall creature, and the original umbilical cord had been covered with a thick layer of keratin, forming a huge articulated limb. A crevice appeared in the direction of Draenor that gradually tore apart, covering the translucent film inside, revealing a gray eyeball.

As Draenor made eye contact, he seemed to hear the whispers of the souls of the dead in the Tower of Babel:

"Worship it......"

"Kneel down and give your blood for the birth of the moon god!"

"Wander through this endless nightmare......"

"Mr. Delanor!"

Jeanne's cry pulled his thoughts back, and he felt a large shadow obscuring his vision, and rolled to the side without hesitation. The massive limbs smashed into the ground on which Rano had stood, and the moment he stood firm, his right hand drew his broadsword, his eyes focused on the monster's body.

"It's impossible to defeat it here, and you're looking for a god who is shoulder-to-shoulder." Lopud inconspicuously turned his head to Draenor, pulling a black candle from the deepest part of his suit's side pocket.

"I'm going to take you to ...... dream"

The exorcist half-crouched down and stuck the candle in the crevice of the stone bricks, the hammer of the fire hammer sparkling a string of pleasant sparks, the stubborn flames illuminating the area at Lopud's feet in spite of the cold wind.

"Buy me some time, please."

Draenor didn't even have a chance to hesitate, he had just heard Lopud's words, and the next second, the giant clawed limb had already waved at him.

The palm of his hand was firmly pressed against the blade of the sword, and the joints under the skin were like steel nails and nuts, and he was ready to take the blow.

"Boom...... Collapse!! ”

The claw's armor and the sword of Naphilius slammed into his skull with a loud bang that shattered his skull, and an unstoppable force like a thunderbolt poured into Langano's body, pushing him backwards five meters away, and rushing down his muscle-shattering legs to the ground behind him.

The hexagonal stone bricks that fit together pierced the pillars and walls like shards of cannonballs, and suddenly the enraged hurricane rushed high into the air along the cracks in the walls, leaving only irregular cracks like veins on the ground.

"Damn...... Draenor didn't have time to rejoice that he had managed to block the blow, the power still flowing down the blade into him, tormenting the broken and twisted ribs.

"How long!?" He shouted at the exorcist, red blood foaming uncontrollably spurting out of his mouth.

"Hold on, less than ten seconds......" Lopud guarded the faint light of fire with his body, wrapping the thorns tightly around his right arm, the silver splintering blades together, and the messy patterns turned into clear words.

He used the ring of his right index finger to cut a bloody hole on his left wrist, and the crimson beads of blood quickly spread along the grooves of the words, giving the ancient and mysterious carvings unimaginable power to humans.

"The light of bliss always has a dead end, and the fangs of hell are always generous. When the endless dream comes to an end, the light of the spark will never be extinguished......"

……

"Worship it...... The moon god has descended, and the bloodline of the creator will no longer exist......"

The whispers that pushed the man to the brink still raced wildly in Draenor's mind, a terrifying creature eating away at his internal organs, somewhere between provocative and teasing, trying to crush his stubborn soul in this way.

His heart began to run wild uncontrollably, pumping blood into his skull cavity without hesitation, something was about to explode near his temples, and the muscles of his legs were already completely broken like sails in a storm. But as long as the bones are not shattered, he will always be like a city wall to contend with the power that constantly erodes him.

"Get on your knees! You little creature! ”

The eyeballs on the sarcoma opened to the point of near-perfect roundness, and the bloodshot pupil shrunk into a gray point of light, staring angrily at the stranger until he could no longer bear the pressure, and scarlet fluid flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Blurred eyes seemed to catch Jeanne throwing stakes at the eyeballs, and a thick despair restrained Francano's breathing, and stated the truth to him in an arrogant voice:

All stubborn resistance will turn into a bubble!

When he could almost hear the shin cracking, the exorcist finally stood up, raised his head and whispered:

"In the name of the forefather Ludwig...... Those who do not sleep will fall into dreams. ”

"Whew...... Rumble!!! ”

The faint flame shot out a silver light, and thousands of angry light snakes entangled the body of the Moon Seed, and they swelled, completely bursting in front of Draenor, turning him and the exorcist Rao's body into a pitch-black shadow in an instant.

It was a harbinger of dreams.