"I'll go, what kind of thing is this, it doesn't fit my aesthetic ...... at all"

Looking at the indescribable monster standing in front of Floyd, Mephistopheles, the devil who had been ruling the subconscious world, actually felt a trace of fear.

As a devil, he naturally does not have problems such as a drop in SAN value. What really scared him was the terrifying power contained in the two guys who were facing each other.

Wild and chaotic waves of invisible energy were emanating from the monster that exposed its bones. Mephistopheles, who didn't need to breathe at all, felt a sense of suffocation in her empty chest......

A vague voice like an apocalypse, as if it was constantly hovering in his consciousness, repeating the voice of warning:

- Get out of here.

-- Get out of here.

- Leave the ......

"What are you kidding, I, Lord Mephistopheles, how could I miss such a good show!" The dark devil roared, his body swaying in the air in the basement.

As a devil who built the "Nightmare Theater" and loves to appreciate theater, in the face of this rare "theater", even though he knows that he may be destroyed, Mephistopheles is reluctant to leave this stage.

Because he knew that what he was watching now was a god-to-god showdown!

“……”

The petite girl in a long white dress still stood motionless. Unlike Mephistopheles, who was blown by the violent energy shockwave, Frankenstein didn't even move his skirt at this time.

As for the reason, it is naturally a monster who has completely "liberated the mind", and it is very intimate to make a protective barrier for her that can block any attack.

"Is that what you used to be?" Frankenstein opened his pale lips slightly.

-- People who enter the dream world will appear to be the most in line with their nature. To put it simply, it is to shape the body according to the "real personality".

Those who love to kill will become murderers, and those who like to harm themselves will be covered in scars. In this world, no one can hide their true character.

If Zhang Luo is like this now, it means his true character......

"Are you a monster?" The girl in white raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a rare shallow smile.

She could see that the possession of the evil god before had indeed had a great impact on Zhang Luo.

And in this world made of consciousness, after completely breaking free from the shackles of the rules, this guy has finally become a complete monster, and no one can stop him anymore!

However, the guy standing across from him didn't belong to the category of human beings.

"Interesting ......"

Floyd's white beard trembled, and a set of pitch-black heavy armor suddenly appeared all over his body, along with four other arms.

A bloody triangular helmet appeared on Floyd's head, spewing viscous plasma from under the helmet, staining his black armor a brutally dark red.

"Have you ever heard of the 'Blood God'?"

Floyd, wearing a helmet, had a lower voice than before, but with an unusual magnetism, which made people unconsciously indulge in it.

"I'm sorry, I've never heard of it." Zhang Luo said and waved his hand, turning the original basement into a familiar desert battlefield.

Although the "venue" could also be easily changed, Freud seemed to be completely unconcerned and continued to stand in place.

From under his feet, a rapidly expanding pool of blood gathered, devouring all the gravel it came into contact with, turning it into a terrifying torrent of blood.

"When I was alive, I liked to observe human consciousness, but after almost a hundred years of watching it in my dreams, now I am tired of humans and their boring psychology." Freud, who was incarnated as the "God of Blood", said in a deep voice: "Just by looking at their faces, you can understand what they are thinking, and those boring thoughts are even more annoying. ”

"So you want them to see the real world and give them a 'big surprise'?" As Zhang Luo spoke, several tentacles were created at Floyd's feet, but before they could attack, they were melted by the blood on the ground.

"Exactly." Freud finally took the first step.

A scarlet circular ripple burst out from his foothold and spread outward, sweeping across the boundless desert with the power of destroying the world, and the terrifying coercion brought out suddenly blasted Mephistopheles thousands of meters away, and he didn't know where he flew.

Although the girl in white was still standing in place, she also quietly took a step back, lowered her head and stared at the amazing scene at her feet.

The original grains of sand, after coming into contact with the scarlet ripples created by Floyd, have turned into wriggling scarlet blood worms. Under this blow, the entire desert turned into an incomparably huge swarm of insects!

"Worthy of Oneiroi." Zhang Luo looked down at the squirming bloody insects under his feet, and raised the corners of his mouth to reveal an arrogant smile:

"But so what?"

The eroded desert is gone, followed by the snow-capped mountains, this time on the icy plains of northern Alaska.

"It's not fun to always play these 'map swap' tricks, how about we get real?" Zhang Luo stepped forward as he made a proposal, and the bone armor exposed on his chest began to creak.

The blood-covered "Blood God" didn't say anything, just stared at him silently, and under the triangular helmet, a blood mist was still spewing out from the sky.

"Close combat, one-on-one." Zhang Luo raised his left arm, which was full of tentacles, and gently swiped his palm to his throat, making a throat-cutting gesture.

"Interesting, this is the first time I've heard such a request." Floyd snorted. The indistinct outline of the weapon suddenly appeared in the six arms behind it.

It wasn't a fixed weapon, but an ever-changing silhouette. Zhang Luo could see that the god standing in front of him had the ability to make any weapon in the dream world.

Freud seemed to have no weapons in his hands, but he could create any weapon he wanted. There is no doubt that Freud, who is the God of Dreams, has already reached the highest level of "dream control" ability!

"But do you think I'm going to follow your advice?"

Seven sharp giant blades that shone with cold light suddenly rose from the snow under his feet, and Zhang Luo immediately created a silver shield under his feet.

Then, the light of death lit up in front of his eyes.

At a terrifying speed close to the speed of light, even he couldn't dodge, he didn't have time to make a move, he had already been pierced through his chest by twenty-seven red spears!

"And God said, Nail the sinner to his chest with a cross, and let him repent, and after twenty-seven days, hear what he shall say." Freud calmly recited the unknown prayer.

The white bone armor on his chest was stabbed to pieces by the dense spear, and at the same time, his chest was pierced. From behind Zhang Luo, who couldn't move, a round "coffin" full of sharp nails appeared without warning, and directly locked him inside!

"At the 'Iron Place. Under the gift of women, no one can keep secrets. Floyd continued.

Then, from beneath the horrific torture device, a raging fire suddenly ignited.

"Burn the filthy body with the fire of heaven and continue to torture the sinful soul......"

But this time, before Freud could finish his words, he heard a mocking voice behind him:

"What are you doing against a stone pillar?"

The Blood God turned his head sharply, and six swords condensed in his six hands and swung them over. But it was blocked by the "tentacle monster" that had just appeared with ribs growing from its back.

Looking at Floyd, who was dragged into the melee battle, Zhang Luo smiled happily again:

"It's true that I'm not as good as you when it comes to controlling dreams, but I'm still better at melee......"

As he spoke, he swung the semicircular scimitar in his hand and slashed off the head of the blood god wearing a triangular helmet.