Chapter 168 The Infectiousness of Mythical Creatures

Like bubbles in dreams, like dew and like electricity.

When He wakes up, it means that everything will perish and everything will come to an end.

The playwright was trembling and his face was contorted.

She was so angry that she couldn't speak at this moment.

It's like trampling on the idols of the gods he believes in in front of fanatics.

The troupe leader is the incarnation of God and the soul of the Scarlet Troupe.

Every member of the troupe is found by the troupe leader.

Among these members are dwarves, elves, and humans.

More or less, they have all experienced huge blows. When they were desperate and about to choose to commit suicide, they met the troupe leader.

Faced with an unpredictable fate, they finally chose to follow the troupe leader and believe in the god of dreams and prophecies.

They vowed to keep this faith until their death.

Even, in order to please the gods they believe in, they can secretly plot against legendary powerful men.

Sometimes, even the God of Dreams cannot save their lives.

After all, there is not just one god in this world.

But they are the followers of the god of prophecies and dreams, and it is only natural to support the gods they believe in.

For this reason, he will go through fire and water.

The gods also loved them and gave them many treasures.

But from time to time, even the playwright has forgotten when it started.

Maybe a few days, maybe years.

The troupe leader fell asleep quietly.

And no matter how I called him, I couldn't get a response.

The playwright had some realization.

Perhaps the gods they believed in would never wake up again.

However, God did not abandon them.

They can still sense God's comfort, and God's radiance remains in their dreams.

All troupe members can feel it in their dreams.

It’s just that He became all things and became the only one.

It's like looking down at this vast land from an outside perspective.

And everyone in the troupe is the anchor of that perspective.

If there is no anchor point, the perspective that is too far and broad will gradually become blurred.

Like the eyes of a dead person.

It's like a kite with its string broken, drifting farther and farther, flying higher and higher.

But what about from the perspective of the Scarlet Troupe?

The sun still rises and life is the same.

The perspective of mortals is limited, and the perspective of extraordinary beings cannot detect everything.

To them, Lake Town is real.

They traveled all over the world and only stayed in this small town for a few days. Every day they had food, clothing, housing, transportation, and stage performances. Everything that happened was real.

Even if they are told that this world is a huge dream, these people will remain indifferent.

When the dream is real enough, it is no longer important whether it is the dream itself, otherwise there would be no such thing as drunkenness and dreaming.

The Scarlet Troupe maintains the last perspective from which the gods gaze upon this land.

And the members of the troupe were happy with it.

They had already decided to dedicate everything to God.

If the troupe is destroyed, then it is destroyed.

Even if this would cause the god to lose his anchorage, for him, this prosperous town under the mountain would disappear from his sight, and he would never receive God's gift.

But it doesn't matter.

Because He is watching the many futures, all the scenes foreseen by the God of Dreams will be played out truthfully and become His stage.

His dream is the future of all living beings.

He will intercept a certain future and solidify it to form a stage.

At the time point where they were, Changhu Town was just one of the stages.

Just the bursting of a dream bubble.

The morning dew suddenly disappeared, and the lightning in the sky disappeared instantly.

This did not affect the dew that continued to condense on the grass blades in the early morning of the next day, and a second lightning flashed in the sky.

Just waking Him up is intolerable!

The playwright was deeply frightened. She was afraid that this would have a chain reaction.

One god awakens, countless gods awaken.

She is a dependent of God, so she naturally knows the authority of God.

Just like a spark falling into a dry reed will cause a prairie fire, burning all the future and the past.

This is something she cannot tolerate!

The feeling of turmoil is getting stronger.

The whole world seemed to be falling apart.

The void was shaking violently like rags.

Her face turned livid and she cursed: "You are a foolish person who has committed a huge disaster. I should have chopped off your hands and feet!"

Tsk~

It was a sound like the tearing of cloth, and a hole opened in the space at the dome.

Bai Lan suddenly woke up!

This is not right!

If you wake up from a dream, then everything should disappear like snowflakes in winter.

But Bai Lan only felt that the space around him was crumbling like a broken ship drifting on the ocean.

It's like He's starting to wake up, but He can't wake up.

Why is this happening? What will happen when He wakes up?

Death?

But how could a god be afraid of death?

Bai Lan looked up in horror.

He saw that the space gap was completely dark.

It was pure darkness.

But at this moment, it seemed like a tangible body. It passed through the space crack and extended its limbs, like a wriggling starfish or an octopus walking on land.

A shuddering chill spread through Bai Lan's body like electricity.

Bai Lan's pupils tightened, looking at the dark condensation, and the scene of being on the run in the shadow castle appeared in his mind.

The darkness that the vampire Earl transformed into was exactly the same as the scene in front of him - or in other words, the darkness here was deeper than the darkness of the Shadow Castle.

The deep and heavy darkness is eating away at the dream of the God of Dreams...

In Changhu Town thousands of years ago, everything was the same as reality.

The stars twinkle in the sky at night, the sun hangs in the sky during the day, and a lonely mountain stands dozens of miles away.

But the players know.

Things outside Changhu Town are fake things like background textures and do not exist.

If Changhu Town is regarded as a closed room, then no one knows what the real situation is outside the walls.

The fight between Sophia and the troupe members also stopped at this moment.

The members of the troupe all became angry and violent.

Sophia stared blankly at the creeping darkness.

"Sister, what is that?"

"The taboo that the witch family has been fighting against in the dark night for generations. It is far more terrifying than the black forest. It is one of the sources of all curses."

Black Swan's anxious words came: "Sofia, get out of here quickly."

"How is this going?"

Black Swan replied: "The situation was unexpected, and it actually led to the fall of the God of Dreams. No wonder the God of Dreams did not wake up after death - there was a possibility of his resurrection and return, but now he is willing to sleep in the dream, Using the dream kingdom of God after death to resist erosion, His condition is now very bad.”

Sophia was at a loss: "But, how can we leave?"

"Don't be afraid, Sophia. This is a dream after all. You have the care of the witch. You must believe that you can wake up and return to the maze."

"But what should they do?"

"You can't save them. This stage called Changhu Town is about to collapse. In the Kingdom of Dreams, death has become an established fact. All life will become a part of this place and then disappear here."

"Is there no possibility of recovery?"

"Unless you get the consent of the God of Dreams, but His situation is very bad and he has no time to care."

…

"We can't go on like this..."

murmured the playwright.

She had never seen such deep darkness, as if it was drowning everything, and she realized that an outside force had invaded their world.

So the playwright turned and ran towards the dark corridor.

Bai Lan did not stop him, but clenched his fist and smashed into the darkness that was constantly expanding and pouring into the crack.

However the attack has no effect.

It was like hitting the air, unable to stop the spread of darkness.

Bai Lan glanced twice and quickly followed the playwright's footsteps.

Go through this long corridor and come to the deepest room.

The candlelight was weak, barely able to illuminate a corner.

The polluted and eroded dream god fell on the classical bed.

His true body looks like a flying bird, but it has no legs and the feathers made of hair are fluffy and curved.

He opened his beak and spit out dreamy bubbles one after another.

Bubbles overlap bubbles, as if reflecting each other, starting an infinite loop.

Most of the space was occupied by those weird bubbles.

When Bai Lan first arrived here, he didn't react immediately.

Seeing this situation, I was also surprised.

Because the environment here is very magical, time and space seem to be distorted, and there is a unique floating feeling, like walking in a dream, with countless bizarre scenes before your eyes.

For example, things suddenly become big and small, disappear and then reappear.

It's just that the demon wolf is very adaptable and quickly adjusted its state.

All the sensations are both real and illusory, like eating some kind of poisonous mushroom.

Alice stood in front of the bed in a daze, her spirit severely shocked, and she was trapped in a confusion that she could not extricate herself from.

Her gift is powerful, but not without side effects.

The talent of [Fantasy] makes her very sensitive, and she will be paranoid about certain things she wants to believe, which happens to be deeply affected.

She would imagine many things, but her talent was completely suppressed by the God of Dreams, and she did not show any miraculousness.

Now it seems that this god is out of control and does not have the ability to suppress himself.

But on the other hand, it also shows the influence of mythical creatures.

As long as this kind of high-level life exists, it will infect the surrounding things.

For example, when Bai Lan and others enter his dream world, they will passively change from [Adventure Body] to [True Body].

I was also affected by this.

But Alice accidentally opened his quilt seal and exposed its true information.

The playwright had no time to pay any attention to Alice now. She knelt down under the bed, reached under the pillow and took out a loose-leaf album.

The plays that Scarlet Theater Company has performed in the past and the plays that have not been performed in the future are all in this loose-leaf collection.

These are all stages carefully set up by the God of Dreams.

She said something softly, like a devout believer praying to her faith, saying: "My God, please don't wake up, please sleep in peace, please watch in your sleep..."

She seemed to be holding a Bible, and there was a moment of holiness on her mean face.

Then open the playbook with both hands.

One page, two pages, three pages, four pages...

One painted play card after another appeared.

Following this, waves of violent and terrifying auras burst out one after another.

The characters and people in each play come alive.

It's like Pandora's box has been released.

Various past and future stages have descended into reality.

The power fluctuations they emitted were so terrifying that they stabilized the space that was originally trembling and collapsing.

In an instant, the entire slightly narrow secret room was illuminated as if it were daylight.

Bai Lan only felt that they were all very dazzling, and it was difficult to look directly at their true form.

And the bird-like creature spit out the bubbles and changed.

Each bubble originally showed its own black and gray death state.

At this moment, the color began to increase and turned into colorful bubbles.

The body that seemed to be frozen stiff began to become somewhat alive at this moment.

It has no legs, but the feathers on its wings are unusually rich and made up of countless hairs stacked on top of each other.

However, all the feathers were curled up, as if they had been roasted by fire.

But now, every stained black and gray feather slowly stretches out and shakes off.

Bai Lan immediately realized that this was the power left specially by the God of Dreams.

It is actually a bit incredible that this god who is proficient in prophecy actually fell in the last large-scale divine war.

After all, the self-protection ability of this path is very strong.

Moreover, although this god is not as good as the original moon and sun gods.

But he is also a relatively unique god among the gods.

During the more than two hundred years of his life, He formed the Scarlet Troupe and used it as a basis to secretly push the trend of the times and influence the fate of certain powerful creatures.

According to Calcifer, He loves tragedy and often directs dramatic coincidences.

In the end, their whereabouts were exposed, and the Scarlet Troupe was hunted by all major forces. Only one troupe leader mysteriously disappeared.

But now it seems that this is preparing a backup plan for himself.

He may have foreseen his future, or he may have other concerns.

Anyway, this arrangement now works.

As the playwright continued to turn the pages of the loose-leaf album, he soon finished reading dozens of loose-leaf sheets.

The power they exude is unparalleled, like dozens of huge light pillars, penetrating the sky and the earth, filling this small town, making everyone feel scared.

But is that the end?

not at all!

The darkness that corroded the dream found a flaw, and naturally refused to give up.

In this thousand-year tug of war, it has always surrounded the dream kingdom of the God of Dreams.

It's like the boundless sea water is constantly eroding an isolated island.

Seeing that the island is about to collapse, even if there are dozens of additional pillars at this moment, they will only stop it for a while.

They swarmed into this small enclosed space crazily, forcing Him to wake up and face the state after death.

This is a battle between those in high positions.

The playwright constantly appeases his own gods.

Darkness surged, and the space trembled again.

The playwright took out the unique quill "Anchor Pen" from the void again.

Only then did Bai Lan realize that the layered patterns of this quill were very similar to the feathers on the God of Dreams. They were exactly the same.

However, the feathers of the quill are white and slender, full of beauty and classicism, and every tiny hair is straight, not curled up.

The quill was automatically inserted back into the true form of the God of Dreams.

Like a white swan appearing among a group of ugly ducklings, that feather stands out.

Then it floated.

The feathers all over the body of the God of Dreams slowly trembled, and black ash fell from his body, revealing his original pure color.

Finally, His wings spread completely, emitting a dreamy brilliance.

The layers of feathers resemble fluttering angel wings.