Byron had just repelled the Maywind on the island of Gonave, piercing one of its hearts with the Gungnir.

I am very sure that the octopus battleship that escaped to the deep sea to recuperate from its wounds is not so easy to come back and make waves in a short period of time.

After letting the quasi-witch Violet this humanoid radar reconnoitre, after confirming that there was indeed no problem with the route.

He immediately took advantage of the relatively calm and calm period of the Bantaan Islands during this period of time, and others did not dare to go to sea at will, and mobilized his company's merchant ships to grab a lot of inter-island shipping business.

The high freight fees earned are secondary, and the joking 'West Wind Express Company' has rushed to the fast lane of development.

Even if the route is restored in the future, the market that has been seized by the West Wind Express will not be easily returned.

Not only that, but Miss Catherine, the Mithril Dragon, is also very keen to grasp greater business opportunities.

Relying on the first-hand information they had, taking advantage of the continuous spread of pessimism in the major ports, they bought many merchant ships and goods on board in the international port and Port Royal at low prices.

Saved the lives of many ship owners and captains who were about to jump into the sea, as well as the families behind them.

Immediately, the Pioneer Pilot Colonial Trading Company itself became one of the largest shipowners in the Hattings colonies, and indeed in the entire Bantaan Islands!

He also casually proposed to rehire those captains, in exchange for the infinite gratitude of these people.

During this period, the Governor's Office gave the green light to these transaction procedures, showing amazing efficiency and integrity.

Captains, accustomed to the procrastinating and corrupt style of colonial officials, almost wondered if something was wrong with their eyes.

At the moment when the prophecy technique failed to work on the target, other competing countries still thought that Byron was laying out the bait at their own expense, trying to lure the [Maywind] out.

But I didn't know that Miss Mithril Dragon had already made a fortune and made money, and she could wake up laughing when she counted her small treasury and her brother's wife.

"After this battle, I almost understand one of the principles of taking advantage of the rise and fall of the stock market.

If the Pioneer Pilot Colonial Trading Company were to be listed on the stock exchange, this kind of large-scale acquisition of merchant ships would definitely be considered a 'great good man', causing the stock price to plummet and sell frantically.

And as long as you make good use of first-hand information, you can easily control the stock market reasonably and legally.

Those accounts that are at the end of information transmission and have delayed intelligence are the real leeks to be cut.

Only I want to cut and don't want to cut, I can't cut if I can't cut! ”

Under the misunderstanding, it does not prevent the sense of urgency in the hearts of all countries, and each of them uses his own talents to try to solve the disaster of madness.

The Grand Duchy of Courland, which is not among the six great maritime powers, is one of them.

Even if the first-echelon Curious Adventure Ships of the front line are recalled, there is only one Curious Adventure Ship that can reach the level of a fourth-tier battleship.

It is difficult to count on this kind of military power to hunt down the famous [Maywind].

But because he had a third-order [spirit medium] of the cemetery sequence in his hand, he hit the idea on the dream black hand of the second point in the cardinal's mouth.

"Have all the natives on the island slept?"

"Report to the General, we have carefully examined it, and the tribe of hundreds of people has all fallen into a deep sleep.

As shown in the intelligence, even if it is burned with fire, it will not wake up, and it has been 100% polluted by those marine invasive species.

We calculated the time, they were not asleep for half a day, and their dreams were not too deep, and this time was the safest time to enter their dreams. ”

In the eastern part of the Bantaan Islands, within a chain of marginal islands bordering the Equitena Triangle and the Sea of Monsters, is a small island called Palm Land.

A strange warship [Sea Spider] and two cruisers belonging to the Grand Duchy of Courland anchored, and a group of marines lined up ashore under the leadership of two mid-range transcendents.

"Your Excellency the General and this lord, please come with me."

A second-order dark wizard dressed in a black robe and tattooed with a number tattoo on his face immediately greeted him, and his mouth revealed a mouth and tongue as black as a black mamba.

It turned out to be a member of the Black Tongue Brotherhood of the voodoo cult.

Through the conversation between the two sides, it is enough to deduce what they are going to do.

- Artificial dreaming!

Although the island is located in the eastern region, the island's resources are too poor.

Aside from the fact that the rainforest was still thriving enough to feed a nomadic tribe, there was no gold, silver, no spices, or even fertile soil for growing sugar cane.

Even the geographical location is not related to the traffic arteries.

As a result, it became a chicken rib area that even the colonists hated, and it became a reservation area for the survival of the indigenous people.

But even so, it still hasn't escaped the clutches of these strangers.

At this time, even their most worthless lives can come in handy.

When the Grand Duchy of Courland tries to dream of the secrets, it naturally becomes a guinea pig.

Collect 'barnacles' from the Virgin Strait not far from here, which have reached the limit of maturity, and poison the natives, causing them to fall into shallow dreams, so that the principality's third-order spirit mediums can observe them.

For example, the Black Tongue Brotherhood, which cooperated with the Grand Duchy, was the direct executor of this "artificial dream project".

After successfully poisoning the resurrected corpse with a coral disease that was not afraid of coral disease, it was only overnight that hundreds of indigenous people on the island fell into a deep sleep.

Successfully created a portal to the realm of dreams.

Not long after, the major general [Knight Chief] Thomson and the third-order [Medium] adventure captain Gilbert entered the indigenous tribe under the leadership of the second-order dark wizard Tiger.

The exaggerated totem pole at the door had been cut down by the dark wizards in advance.

Looking at the dim aura on its body, you can know that the guardian spirit inside has already been fierce and unlucky.

The three of them walked straight into the center of the tribe, in a spacious longhouse that originally belonged to the patriarch.

On the ground lay the patriarch's family.

Several of the adults were obviously beast spirit warriors, with the characteristics of tuna, the tip of the nose was like a spear, and the bare skin was also covered with dense barnacles.

"Theoretically, there is no intersection of collective dreams between different species.

This time, through the modification of human species by coral disease, the two collective dreams can be 'sided' like two big boats.

And the longer the dream, the deeper and more dangerous the collective dreams that these natives come into contact with belong to the sea creatures.

To be on the safe side, I will only go around the shallow depths this time, and I will return in half an hour, whether I have gained it or not. ”

No time was lost.

After the third-order [Psychic] Gilbert explained his plan, he immediately took out the white crystal powder that best matched the dream from his pocket and drew a pentagram on the ground.

Ritual candles of red, blue, yellow, green, and black were placed on the five corners, corresponding to fire, water, wind, earth, and the spirit of the fifth element.

This is the most commonly used anchor ritual in all occult rituals, symbolizing the material world.

After lighting the candles, five bottles of essential oils with different symbolic properties were taken out and placed on the flame of the five ceremonial candles in turn.

The deer hoof grass symbolizes protection, healing, and demon breaking; Absinthe, which symbolizes the strength of the soul and the protection of the soul; Sandalwood, which symbolizes protection, healing, exorcism, and spirituality;

mugwort symbolizes the power of the mind, the prophetic dream, and the starlight projection; A white iris that symbolizes the summoning of a spiritual body.

Phew——!

A cold wind mixed with the aroma of essential oils blew through the longhouse, and a hazy dream door opened.

Gilbert lifted a bony shepherd's flute and began to play.

As the sound of the shepherd's flute sounded, the spirituality in his body began to fluctuate violently, and after a while, three spirits came out of his chest.

It was two burly knights in armor, and a navigator carrying a whale oil lamp.

The temperature in the room continued to drop, and a white mist could be seen between breaths.

This is the medium's third-order class ability [Soul Grazing]:

"You can herd others or yourself.

Orthodox mediums herd the souls of other transcendents and borrow their abilities in return for solving their greatest obsessions in life.

After a certain number of years of service, they are sent to the land of the dead.

There are also some mediums who will graze souls in a coercive way, but that is very likely to give birth to evil spirits, even fallen evil spirits.

Once the other party is out of control, it is possible to backfire the master at the first time. ”

The [Medium] adventurer Gilbert clearly belonged to the former, and nodded to Major General Thomson:

"I'm going to fall asleep, protect my body and the ritual candles, they are the signposts of my return.

Once something goes wrong with my body or the candle goes out, I risk being lost in deep dreams forever and never coming back.

Don't forget! ”

Major General [Knight Chief] Thomson patted his chest and promised:

"Rest assured. In addition to us, there are three hundred brave and skilled Principality Marines here, and there will be no problems. ”

"I hope so."

A gust of wind blew, and Gilbert went out of his body and disappeared in the light of the ritual candle along with the three transcendent souls he had grazed.

Minutes and seconds passed.

The soldiers and transcendent officers outside were all on standby with muskets in hand, making sure not a single bug would crawl in to disturb the ceremony.

However, the enemy did not appear, and the storm suddenly came in the otherwise clear sky.

Not long after the [medium] fell asleep, heavy clouds rushed in from all directions, obscuring the sun in just a few minutes, turning day into night.

The Bantaan Islands are the rainy season from April to November, and storms always come unexpectedly.

Click——!

A huge lightning bolt above them seemed to split the entire sky, suddenly tearing through the thick dark clouds, spreading hundreds of kilometers in all directions like tree branches.

A bright glow with a slight purplish red color lasted for five or six seconds, completely illuminating the pitch-black sea and the archipelago beneath the dark clouds.

Quick as a wink.

Bang la la blah

Accompanied by lightning and thunder, a storm that almost submerged the sea poured down like an endless silver-white waterfall.

Instantly ruled the entire Bantaan Islands and the Sapphire Sea, which spanned thousands of kilometers.

"It's not the right time for this rain."

Major General Thomson frowned, but he had no choice but to order the soldiers to go to a nearby longhouse to take shelter from the rain.

Although it is tropical, if it rains for a long time, no matter how strong a soldier is, he will have to get seriously ill.

There should be no invasion of foreign enemies in this weather.

Unbeknownst to him, as the rainstorm brought the dry land environment closer to the ocean, the sea creatures that grew on the natives began to spit out a fine white mist.

Not only did it fill the longhouses in the tribe, but it also overflowed the room, completely unaffected by the heavy rain, and spread to the entire tribe.

Make the lonely tribal village in the rain as hazy as a dream.

Shortly after the soldiers took refuge in their houses to take shelter from the rain.

"Ah——!h

A terrible scream pierced the rain and reached their ears from a nearby house.

The soldiers who were hiding from the rain together suddenly scrambled to escape from the house.

Ran towards the longhouse where the three major generals were.

"General help!"

"Enemy attack——! There are invisible enemies. ”

But it was completely useless!

Screams, blood, and spilled entrails turned a short escape into a bloody slaughterhouse.

The tearing Thomson couldn't see the shadow of the enemy at all, and could only see the claw marks on his soldiers' bodies that looked like sharp claws.

Then one by one they poured into the muddy water on the ground.

But he needs to protect the [Medium], and he can't leave his post without permission.

Even if a brave soldier wanted to shoot back, not only was the gunpowder soaked in the storm, but even the enemy could not be seen.

Until the last soldier was disemboweled, and died miserably at a distance of no more than seven or eight meters from Thomson.

Only then did he take advantage of the puddle on the ground, and finally vaguely saw an illusory figure that did not seem to belong to the real world.

It wears a brown and black top hat and a red and green horizontal striped knit sweater.

One right hand is a sharp iron claw made of metal, and the whole body exudes a kind of extremely malnourished skinny.

What was especially terrifying was that his face and exposed skin were covered with hideous scars from severe burns, enough to stop the child's crying.

And this distinctive appearance also evoked memories that the major general was extremely reluctant to recall.

This is actually the most feared thing related to dreams in the memories of most people in the Silver Continent - the cursed spirit: [Banyan Street Dream Killer Kruger]!