Dan Ke thought of these old people in his memories who appeared one after another, and the enemy's purpose was nothing more than to find people or things from their memories that could touch their psychological defenses, so as to discover their weaknesses. When he had killed Taylor's vision, Dan Ke was touched and noticed the presence of the Watcher, so he turned back and whispered to Regulus, "We've got to lure that guy out first."www.biquge.info ”

Regulus was a little surprised that Danco seemed to see through his thoughts at the moment, and he knew that Danco was referring to Nate Mayer, the owner of the dream world: "But how to ......"

"His purpose is nothing more than to make us shaken by dreams, so let's just let him see what he wants to see!" Danko shook his head, trying to wake himself up, but the world he saw was still blood-red, and he hid his changes, and did not confess to Regulstan.

"How do you make him see what he wants to see?"

He pretended to have fallen into his abyss, and no longer resisted, leaving these illusions at his disposal. ”

"But isn't it true that if you die here?"

"From what I've seen of him, he's basically a playful kid and wouldn't be willing to let our two of his toys die casually. ”

"Don't resist anymore......" Regulus was just thinking about Danko's words when the being that appeared the most in his dreams appeared—Keyales held a silver sword in her right hand and an ice blade emerging from her palm in her left hand, her whole body exuding a cold air, and her expression was grim.

Regulus no longer ran away this time, but took the initiative to meet him, opened his arms, and did not have any intention of resisting in the face of Kyales: "Come, Kyales, if you want to avenge your father and teacher." ”

Regulus said as he walked slowly towards Koyales, different from the usual evasion of every encounter in his dreams, and different from the fascination he had when he first heard her voice: "When I first dreamed of you, I was caught in the abyss of love, and although I didn't even know who you were, I swear that I was deeply in love with you. After listening to the story of the past life told by the Spirit of the Sword, and learning about the marriage between Malruth and Flody, I am even more convinced that you are my destiny. But after the first time I really saw you, I was ruthlessly pierced by you, and I didn't understand why this happened, why the person I really liked hated me so much and wanted to kill me. After Alyssa's death, I finally realized that my previous feelings for you were not love at all, because I was not Marruth, and you were not Flodi, it was just a curse, a curse that had not been broken for hundreds of years. I've been chasing you in this curse for hundreds of years, and now I've had enough, so come on, kill me and end it all!"

Although Danko's advice was to pretend that he had already followed their path, after Regulus made up his mind to face the vision of Kyales, as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't stop, and threw out all the words that had been accumulated for a long time in one go, after all, he and Kyales had only met briefly twice, and they didn't even have a chance to have a good conversation. Since there has never been a chance in reality, then simply take this imposter as my own expression.

Danko looked at Taylor's corpse on the ground, and he summoned the bloodred blade in his right hand again, and he found himself now adept at how to awaken it. He pointed the blade to his chest, where the heart should have been, but he was already a man without a heart. He pressed the tip of his sword against his skin, and with a single touch, he could penetrate himself entirely. He looked at Regulus, who was walking towards Koyales, who had raised his hand holding the ice blade towards Regulus. Danko closed his eyes and said to the sky as if sincerely, "Taylor, I'm sorry for you, I don't deserve your love, I'm a demon indeed. ”

Regulus also closed his eyes in the face of Regulus, who was stabbing at him, and thought to himself: I don't care if he dies in his dream, if it is just a normal dream, he can wake up when he dies, if it is really as the guy said, it is a relief to die, what he wants to say has already been said, as for Luna, now I can only be sorry for her. "Am I shirking responsibility again at the end of the day?"

Dan had timed Koales' attack on Regulus, and at the same time stabbed the magic sword in his hand at himself, and the two of them, who should have been splattered with blood in the next moment, opened their eyes a few seconds later to find that nothing happened. The bloodred blade in Danko's hand vanished, along with the illusions of the old people around him who had been haunting them before.

"They...... It's all gone?" Regulus touched his chest and found that there was no wound, and the wound on his right leg had been miraculously healed, and he didn't feel any pain.

"It's not fun to let you die like that!" Nate Mayer came out of the depths of the alley, his face a little unhappy, like a child who was angry with his parents, "I didn't think you would be put on a show by you, Danco Wells!"

"So when are you going to let us out? You've pretty much snooped on our memories and secrets, aren't you?" said Danco, smiling with satisfaction.

"Master Vermes has given me a mission, and I won't let you go until I find out what that kid saw in his previous double dream!"

"Double dreams?!" Regulus snapped back to the dream he had had at the Kingdom Church before he came to St. Lucas, he couldn't remember what he had experienced in that dream, but his instincts told him it was crucial. He remembered that he had inadvertently opened the door to the Otherworld for the Dream Demon God in the first layer of the Dream Realm...... "Dream Demon God...... Otherworldly Gate ......"

"Remember, thanks to you, I'm now in touch with Lord Shiemus, who has always been haunted by what had happened to you in his realm, and who had never had a dream he couldn't see through before, and you were the first. So he wants to know what kind of dream you had and why he couldn't see it. ”

"Is it just to see through a dream? Then why did you want to arrest Dan Ke as well?"

"He's a distinguished guest that Lord Shimus has specially instructed me to do, and I can't afford to offend him!"

"What does that mean?"

"Alright, alright!" Danco interrupted the two of them, "Now that the man behind the scenes has come out, then we should be able to leave this world after we kill them!"

"Kill me, I'm invincible in my world!" said Knight's face with pride.

"Then let me try your invincibility!" Dan conjured his greatsword out of nowhere, pointing at the naughty boy who seemed to him to be blood-red, but he knew that his greatsword had long since been scrapped by Warrell Stonearm.

"How did you conjure up the weapon?" Regulus wondered.

"This is the world of dreams, dreams that seem to be irregular, but in fact they have traces, and they only reflect your innermost thoughts and desperate desires. Once you figured this out, it wouldn't be surprising to conjure up weapons or something. ”

"In that case......" Regulus began to imagine in his mind the weapon he loved best, the weapon that uncovered his origins, the sword of the seal that was stuck in the land of Miller. Thinking like this, the iron sword that had been with him since birth, no, ten thousand years before the previous life, slowly appeared in his hand, but it was not the exquisite appearance of Miller after merging with the soul of the sword, but the tattered scrap iron from before. Regulus clenched the hilt of his sword in his right hand, and the familiar touch pleased him: "This is my weapon!"

When Nate Mayer saw that they had both been armed, his face looked anxious, as if he was losing his temper because his beloved toy had been snatched away. He clenched his little pebble fist and kept waving it up and down in front of his chest: "Don't forget that this is my world!!"

He screamed, and Regulus noticed that the swords in his and Danko's hands had turned into wooden swords, and then suddenly burst into flames, and Regulus threw the sword out, and the wooden sword turned to ashes on the ground. Dan Ke had no intention of abandoning the sword, he closed his eyes and frowned, and the burning wooden sword turned into a sharp spear again. He stabbed the spear into Knight's chest, but the next second it turned into a poisonous snake again, crawling along Danko's arm towards his neck, trying to plunge its fangs into his throat.

"What the hell is in that dream of yours, show it to me!" The black soul stone that Knight hung on his chest suddenly shot a red beam of light towards Regulus, Regulus subconsciously raised his arm to block the light, and then a crack appeared out of thin air in the air through which his arm slashed, and the air seemed to tear open, and the red beam of light also shot into the crack and disappeared.

"It'......" Before Knight could recover from his surprise, another rift appeared behind him, and the red beam that he had just shot shot shot out of the rift hit the back of his head - "Ahhhh

Regulus noticed that everything around him began to twist as the red light struck Knight, and a whirlpool seemed to suck him in front of him. He felt dizzy and fainted, and when he woke up, he found himself in an unfamiliar bed in a completely unfamiliar room.

"Knight, get up! hurry, it's not time for the morning market!" said a woman's voice in Regulus's ear, warm and kind. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, and was surprised to find that the hands in front of him were much smaller than his own in his memory, and he was about to ask a question, but his mouth answered the woman's voice uncontrollably: "Got it, Mom!"

It was only after the words came out of Regulus's mouth that he realized that it was not his own voice, but the voice of a little boy who had not yet changed his voice and had a little milky voice, and he finally knew that he was now in the memory of Nate Meier, in his dream.

Everything that happened around Regulus was indeed like a dream, jumping without any connection, one second he was in a dilapidated thatched hut, the next he was walking through the bazaar with a basket of fruit.

"Hurry up, or the fruit won't be sold!" urged the red-haired woman beside him with a larger basket on her back.

"But Mom, the money from selling these fruits won't last a few days. Regulus looked at the crowds of people in front of the stalls selling magic hair products in the bazaar, "If only there was magic!"

"I know what you're thinking, but our family can't afford to buy enchantment materials, let alone those expensive soul stones!" Mother sighed and shook her head.

"If I can get a soul stone, will I be able to have magic?"

"Silly boy, magic is so easy to learn!

The scene jumps to Regulus now kneeling in front of the wooden bed in the thatched hut, where Knight's mother, with a yellow-faced face, looks very pained.

"Mom, look, I've picked up a soul stone!" he waved the crystal ore in his hand in front of his mother's eyes, "Magic, come out quickly, quickly cure my mother!" He stared intently at the stone, expecting some miracle to happen.

"Silly boy, forget it, it's just an ordinary stone, and the soul stone is only useful if it is full of souls. Ahem...... Alas, what a disease I am...... Don't worry too much, Mommy will be fine. We said we'd go to Hull, didn't we?"

"No, Mom, I'm going to cure you! I'll find a way to use magic! You're waiting for me!" he said and ran out of the house without looking back.

The scene changes again, and Regulus now finds himself in a crypt-like cavern, covered in dirt and dust, but he doesn't care. He clutched the black crystal he had picked up, and crawled forward in the burrow with difficulty, showing great courage that he should not have at his age. After I don't know how long I crawled, my eyes suddenly opened up, and in front of me was an open stone chamber, and in the center of the stone chamber was a square altar built with bluestone slabs, and on the altar was placed a strangely shaped ornament, which was full of swirling symbols that made people feel dizzy when they looked at it.

"Hey, anyone?" he shouted, but then his voice seemed to be amplified several times and overlapped to form an echo, "Hey...... Feed...... Hey, someone...... Anyone...... Anyone?"

Regulus didn't stop there, but continued to shout: "I heard that there are people here who know how to fill soul stones, so I came to find them, I need magic so that I can heal my mother!"

This time another echo responded: "Of course I can fill your stone with my soul, I can teach you magic, and of course I can stop your mother from suffering." ”

"Really?" he asked excitedly.

"Really. Echo replied, "But are you willing to pay the price?"

"What does the price mean?" he was puzzled, "Do you want money? When I learn magic, I will have no problem making as much money as I want, and naturally I will not lose your reward!"

"No, no, no, I'm not talking about money! If you think about it, then go up the stairs and come to this sculpture!"

Regulus walked up without hesitation, only to realize that the echo that had answered him seemed to come from the sculpture on the pedestal.

"Can you charge my soul stone now?"

"Of course, but first you can ask me to recite a mantra. ”

Regulus followed the voice in a long, complex series of incantations in an unknown language, and several times he was afraid that he had mispronounced the word. When all the incantations were uttered, the sculpture on the pedestal began to glow red.

"What's the matter? Can I learn magic?" he couldn't hide his excitement.

"Come closer, come closer......" The voice grew deeper and more terrifying, "I have something to say to you......"

Regulus came a little closer, and said impatiently, "If you have anything to say, say it quickly, hurry up and recharge my soul stone, I'm waiting to use magic!"

"Do you know what enchantment is? Magic requires thoughts, wills, purposes, and feelings, and the soul has all of them, so it can strengthen the enchantment, and the stronger the soul, the more effective it will be......"

"Then how powerful can my soul stone hold?"

"It's a good raw material for the biggest soul. ”

"In that case, then you can fill it up for me right away!"

As if in response to his instructions, the sculpture on the pedestal emitted a tentacle-like red energy, which slowly spread and enveloped Regulus.

"Why didn't I feel anything?" he complained.

"And what about now?" the voice said, as a black claw reached out of the sculpture and plunged into Regulus's ribs, crushing his heart before he could feel the pain.

He's dead.

His soul detached from his body and floated in mid-air. He tried to escape, but the red tentacle-like magic easily trapped him, sucking him into the stone that was still clutching in his corpse's right hand. The stone was filled with souls and turned completely black.

"Look, aren't your soul stones full now?" the voice laughed, "Now, be resurrected to be my servant again!"

The black soul stone in his hand emitted a red light, and his corpse slowly rose from the ground. He felt light, as if he had no weight. He also felt that he was full of power, full of the power of magic that he longed for.

"Nate Mayer, you have been reborn, and from today you will be the apostle of my dream god Vertebrium, create nightmares for me in this world!"

Now, Regulus found himself back in that thatched hut, dressed in a white robe he had never seen before, with the black stone that imprisoned his soul hanging from his chest, which he knew was the source of his strength. He came to the wooden bed where his mother was lying, and thought to himself that now he finally had the strength to heal his mother, and although he didn't know what to do, he believed that he could do it. He approached the bedside and called softly, "Mom, I'm back." ”

The red-haired woman on the wooden bed opened her eyes, and Regulus touched her hand, only to find that her hand had passed through. When he opened his eyes, his mother did not show the joy he expected, but showed a frightened face. She shuddered and screamed, her hair turned white in an instant, and her eyes lost their light and stopped beating.

She died, scared to death by what she saw.

He didn't understand what the sculpture had said until now – he was the Nightmare, and wherever he went, the nightmare spread.