On the icy and snowy dream battlefield, the short and fierce duel finally came to an end.

"Whoa!"

The body that Freud called the "God of Blood" suddenly burst, and the pitch-black blood flower slowly spread out on the snow, losing its supporting armor and helmet, and falling limply in a pool of blood.

"You've won, maybe I should think again." Floyd's voice came from the distant sky, leaving a long echo.

"Ha, I hope you can make a wise choice, after all, I used to idolize you." Zhang Luo said with a smile.

He had just "awakened", and he was not naïve enough to think that he could rely on melee combat to kill the ruler of the dream world, and he did not want to do so.

The purpose of this battle was actually just to force Freud back and stop the other side's crazy plan.

Now it seems clear that this goal has been successfully achieved. But......

Until it was confirmed that Freud had left this field, Zhang Luo, who was exhausted, removed all the various transformations he had carried out all over his body, returned to his original black-clothed masked male form, and then sat on the ground weakly.

"What's wrong with you?" Frankenstein's voice came from his side.

"Sure enough, it's still a little ......reluctant," Zhang Luo shook his dizzy head.

Even if the power that borders on madness is unleashed, further practice is needed to harness this power.

However, Zhang Luo knew that even if he didn't enter the "awakening mode" just now, his current spiritual power would undoubtedly have been greatly improved!

For example, if you were riding an electric car when you entered the Nightmare Theater this time, then when you left, you drove a Lamborghini, and your mental power increased by more than one level. And......

With a snap of her fingers, Frankenstein's pure white skirt appeared without warning, and she lifted her skirt directly, but it was quickly pressed down by the girl's little hand.

"What are you going to do?" The girl in white frowned slightly, obviously expressing "I'm angry".

"Don't care, I'm just experimenting......" Zhang Luo raised his hands to make a gesture of surrender, but he was still thinking about the situation just now.

Of course, he was not recalling the fleeting color of the girl in white's underwear, but thinking about his current state.

After the mental power has been greatly improved, the self in the dream world, even in a normal state, can use "domain control".

However, in the real world, this skill is locked except when the evil god is possessed, and it cannot be used at all.

――Is it because there are no rules in the dream world, and you can control them with your mind? Or is it because you met a certain condition in the dream world, but you didn't meet it in the real world, so you can't unlock it?

"Well, this question needs to be studied carefully......" Zhang Luo thought to himself.

Unfortunately, before he could think for long, Mephistopheles' strange voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Thank you, sir, you are truly my savior!" The pitch-black "scarecrow" swayed over, and its body seemed to be much more tattered than before.

"Stop talking nonsense, what's the gift?" Zhang Luo got straight to the point angrily.

He didn't even believe a single punctuation mark in the polite words uttered by a treacherous fellow like the devil. Zhang Luo is currently more interested in what Mephistopheles said about "gift".

"Well, the gift is ...... Make you the ruler of this subconscious world! Mephistopheles spread her arms like hemp rods, as if waiting to receive the other's appreciation.

Then, Zhang Luo made a move that the devil did not expect - he suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Mephistopheles's neck, which had only one bone:

"You want to give me this mess? When am I a fool? Zhang Luo's tone was low.

-- To become the ruler of this subconscious world, to be a "king" in this world. If ordinary people get this kind of opportunity, they will probably accept it without hesitation.

However, for Zhang Luo, this kind of throne is not attractive at all:

Ruling the subconscious world, not to mention not to mention that you don't get any benefits at all, and staying with a group of devils in your dreams all day long is really boring. Mephistopheles must have been tired of this so-called throne for a long time, so he planned such a thing as Nightmare Theater and tried to elect a successor in this way.

Thinking of this, looking at the devil who was still grinning in front of him, Zhang Luo slightly increased the strength in his hand:

"It's better to come up with something reliable, or you know what's going to happen."

The movements in his hands are only symbolic, and even after he has lifted the madness just now, his "Domain Control" skill is still in control of this snowy land.

Zhang Luo knows very well that he only needs one thought to make Mephistopheles go up in smoke!

The cunning devil obviously understood this, and the flattery in his voice suddenly became a little heavier:

"I don't want to accept the throne! You are such a noble and selfless person! So now, I have other gifts for you, but since I can't leave this world, you can only go to the real world to get them, I just know where the gifts are! ”

"What's that?" Zhang Luo asked.

"I don't know exactly what it is...... Don't kill me, it's an absolute treasure, I swear by my dignity! Mephistopheles waved her slender arms, deliberately feigning panic.

"Then tell me where that thing is, and I'll find it myself. If I arrive at the place and find that there is nothing, I will come back to you in the evening. In the face of the hypocritical devil, Zhang Luo said in a "kind" tone.

Although Mephistopheles's words sounded very unreliable, Zhang Luo was still very interested in the unknown mysterious treasures. After all, the pursuit of the unknown, strictly speaking, curiosity, has always been his goal in life......

"That thing is ...... in Donrosk City," Mephistopheles reported, a place name that Zhang Luo had never heard of.

Hearing the name, Frankenstein reacted:

"Abandoned City Don Roske, do you want Zhang Luo to die?"

"No, no, no, it's really buried in the ground in the center of Donroske, and I definitely didn't lie to you!" Mephistopheles busily explained.

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Zhang Luo casually threw the devil aside, shook his right hand, which was in a faint pain because he was holding the cervical vertebrae, and then turned to Frankenstein and asked, "What does the ruined city mean?" ”

"There are no living people in the city." Frankenstein gave a simple and straightforward answer: "It's the battlefield." ”

"Oh? In other words, you can sneak in while there is chaos, right? ”

Zhang Luo, who had just received new information, had already begun to think about the infiltration strategy.