Chapter 678 Dagon's Nightmare

   Shortly after Byron and Trisul formally signed the truce.

  The Natural Sect, the Generous Council, and the Madman School successively dispatched their respective teams of elite transcendentals to help Trisur attack and kill Beelzebub's high-ranking military officers, department heads, and even the nobles of the Rose Royal Family.

  Even with the help of the Hailing Regiment and the History and Ceremony Association, the Kingdom of Beelzebub still suffered a heavy blow and retreated steadily.

  At the beginning, the Church of the Seven Gods encircled King Cang under the order of Emperor Andre, but was counter-killed and suffered heavy losses. Neither the Generous Council nor the School of Madmen participated, and their strength was well preserved.

  Although among the two churches that most support Cuisul, the Church of the Sun is weak, and all the senior members of the Church of the Moon are forced to turn into containers of martyrdom pollution, out of control into monsters, and then hunted down by Ms. Silence one by one.

  But now coupled with the flourishing Natural Sect and the Aurora Church, Trisur has once again become the most powerful force on the mainland in this era.

  The morale of the imperial army was high, and Trisur's counterattack was quite fierce, pressing the front line all the way across the war zone and reaching the border of the Kingdom of Beelzebub.

  Anna and her elder brother, Arnold, each rode a tall horse, standing side by side on a small hill, looking into the distance.

  At the end of the field of vision, a continuous high wall was built on the back of the mountain range, like a natural barrier, blocking the attack of the imperial army.

   "Brother, we will win this battle of the century, right?"

  Anna turned her head and asked.

  Arnold faced the sun with a bright smile.

"certainly."

   "I wish I could see that day..."

  Anna's eyes showed longing, and the corners of her mouth also raised.

  Suddenly, at this moment.

  Six figures suddenly emerged from the air, each wearing fully enclosed knight plate armor carved with roses, swiping their long swords in unison, and slashed towards Anna and Arnold.

  However, the Arnold brothers and sisters did not change their faces, and they were extremely calm.

   Hum!

  Five beams of golden light blocked the two of them in an instant, and the Yuguang Shengwei stepped forward, holding a cross sword made of light, and blocked the attack.

   "Wandering Knights, six petal knights... Unfortunately, His Highness Arnold has already guessed your plan!"

   An old voice came.

  The Saint Asolon of the Church of the Sun came in the light, and beside him, there were two other Saints of the Sun.

  The three of them spread their arms together, and instantly dragged the battlefield into the spirit world.

  The Wandering Knights, the Light-Bathing Saints, and the Saints of the Church of the Sun all disappeared.

   On the hill, only the Arnold brothers and sisters were left.

   "It seems that Beelzebub has indeed been pushed into a hurry, and even sent out all the remaining high-ranking combat forces under his command at once, just to assassinate us."

  Anna sneered.

  Arnold shook his head.

   "It's all about desperate... Rather than being slowly swallowed up, it's better to give it a go. As long as we can kill us, then Trisur's offensive will collapse."

   "As expected of the 'scorching sun' of the past, you risked your life just to draw out Beelzebub's remaining high-ranking combat power and wipe them all out... It's a pity that you have lost your personality and strength, and now you are just an ordinary person."

  At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared.

  McNeill, the president of the History and Ceremony Association, was wearing a light brown suit, standing indifferently in front of the two tall horses, and raised his hand to grab them.

   "Dare to go to the front line to supervise the battle, you are too confident..."

   But the next moment.

  A square stone platform "grows" out of the hill, lifting the Arno brothers and sisters to a high place, and a beam of light shines straight on McNeil.

  The latter couldn't help but stop, with a look of astonishment.

   "If you don't do this, how can you be drawn out too, Mr. McNeill?"

  Arnold was riding on the horse, smiling and looking down.

  McNeil narrowed his eyes.

  He soon saw three figures slowly appearing outside the beam of light, a white-haired old man, a bald man, and a familiar lady.

   It is the two archbishops, Pope Floyd and Carmen Martin.

   "Dawn Church, three demigods..."

  Although McNeill was calculated, he also looked indifferent.

   This is but an incarnation of Him.

   "Relax, this is just the beginning."

  Floy said in an ethereal voice.

"Hundreds of thousands of extraordinary undead legions have already entered the territory of Beelzebub from the spiritual world under the leadership of the Aurora Church... At that time, the History and Ceremony Association, as well as the members of the Hailing Regiment, will kill each one you see. It is necessary to exist."

  McNeill's eyes twitched.

   I heard Floy continue to say:

   "You ran away before the winner was decided in the last fight... It doesn't matter, this time, with the gift from King Cang, Archbishop Carmen's 'Divination Scroll' will definitely find your right position... I hope you can still run like that."

   "Damn..."

  McNeil became more startled the more he heard it.

  However, before it was his turn to speak harshly, the golden beam of light that imprisoned him suddenly closed, and the incomparable mythical fire instantly annihilated his incarnation.

  In the territory of Beelzebub, the royal city of Soledet.

  In the main hall of the Obsidian Palace, Rose King Mansfield convened high-level officials from various forces to start a meeting.

   "Your Majesty, the 'Berry's Hand' joined the Hailing Regiment some time ago. This will be our secret weapon. If it can be used properly, it will play an unexpected role..."

  McNeil was listening to the new chief of the Hailing Regiment, a male demigod of the deep sea, suddenly frowned.

   A trace of pain and madness flashed in His eyes, and he quickly returned to his original state.

   "My avatar was destroyed..."

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  Boom—

  The eastern city of Beelzebub, Strauss.

   Violent explosions are happening everywhere.

  The crowd fled in terror, screaming and screaming.

  Some superhumans wearing blue robes and dark green vests seemed to have encountered something terrifying and ran wildly.

  However, slender shadows followed closely behind, extending like tentacles on the ground, walls, and even mid-air, and quickly engulfed them.

   "Members of the Hand of Beryl, kill all of them, leaving no one behind."

  Chairman Azgirlo, wearing a gray robe, walked slowly on the street and spoke calmly.

   "Yes, Speaker."

   Members of the generous parliament responded repeatedly.

   A few blocks away, under a dilapidated building in a slum.

  A woman with flaxen hair and a ponytail is sitting against the wall, staring at something, as if waiting for something.

"Irina, calm down, you need a chance... As long as you kill another contestant, you will be able to get a gift from Dagon, thus completing the accumulation and starting to be promoted to a higher position... At that time, the chances of winning the 'Honor Carnival' will be even greater, You are the final winner! Get the supreme gift of the Sea God!"

  The woman silently encouraged herself.

   Soon, a burst of hurried and chaotic footsteps came.

  Irina looked up and saw a bloody, seriously injured woman stumbled into this slum.

  The opponent is also wearing the unique costume of "Berry's Hand".

  Irina couldn't help but her eyes lit up, and she immediately restrained herself.

  Bloodthirsty excitement flashed across her face. After taking a few deep breaths, she quietly stood up and walked towards the seriously injured woman.

  The other party seemed to have sensed something, stopped abruptly, turned around, and showed a stunned expression on his blood-stained face.

   "Contestant..."

   As she spoke, her expression changed suddenly.

"Hey! Listen! The Council of Generosity is sweeping this city, and all the Transcendents standing on this land are their targets... You can't escape even if you kill me, let alone win the so-called 'carnival' victory?"

   "Ignorance."

  Irina said coldly.

  She suddenly dodged forward, her palms covered with fish scales closed together, and her sharp nails were like a sharp blade, piercing through the opponent's left chest in an instant, cutting open the heart.

  Puff Chi—

   This woman was indeed seriously injured, and she didn't even have the strength to avoid it. After being hit by Irina, she collapsed in her arms.

   "You...you **** framed paper, I curse you to die."

  The woman's eyes were rounded, blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, her expression twisted in pain, and she said ferociously.

  Irina pushed back with a cold face.

   Immediately, with a swipe of the palm, he directly decapitated the opponent.

  The body plopped and fell into a pool of blood.

  Irina glanced down, picked up the mysterious substance precipitated by the other party, suppressed the joy and excitement in her heart, turned around, and fled at an extremely fast speed.

  She found an uninhabited dilapidated private house, jumped up to the third floor, entered one of the rooms, leaned against the corner and closed her eyes.

   "The great king of the deep divers, the seabed deeper than the abyss, the seeker of Bai Liye, under the crown of Dagon...Irina, the contestant, I beg your audience."

  Irina prayed silently.

   Soon, a burst of drowsiness hit.

  When she opened her eyes again, she found that she was on the dilapidated and dark bay beach again, and the tide was still roaring.

  In the distance, the sea was rough, the sky was dark, and thunder and lightning flashed.

  The square stone pillar standing in the sea, with the fish-headed giant clinging to it.

   "Irina, well done..."

  Dagon's voice was still like rolling thunder, resounding throughout the bay.

   "There are nine contestants in the 'Honor Carnival', and now only you, Lucy, and Boone are left...Go, kill them, and you will be the ultimate winner."

   Saying that, the giant murloc raised a big hand.

  The invisible mighty power of myth descends, and the salty sea breeze blows.

  Irina suddenly discovered that her mysterious accumulation increased rapidly, and in just a few breaths, it reached an extremely deep level.

  The distance from a high-ranking saint is only a promotion ceremony.

   "Thank you Dagon for bestowing upon you!"

  Irina prostrated herself on the ground, her head pressed against the beach, and thanked respectfully.

  Dagon's indifferent voice continued:

   "Irina, what you need to pay attention to is that the other two contestants are in a very special state, and their positions are also very dangerous. You must—"

   Suddenly.

  A terrifying roar rang in Irina's ears.

   "Damn it!"

   is the roar of Dagon.

  I don't know if it was an illusion, but Irina even heard a trace of fear from the roar.

  She looked up, and saw the most unforgettable scene in her life.

On the distant sea, on the ancient square stone pillar, His Majesty Dagon leaned back in shock and anger. Above his head, there was a figure in a gray and ragged robe, tearing apart the border of this dream. lean in—

   It was a man with a rusty iron crown and long, unkempt pale hair!

  His expression was neither happy nor sad, and his eyes were half closed.

  Stretched out his hand, and grabbed Dagon's crown!

  Irina only felt that her eyes were stinging, and blood and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

   "King Cang!!"

  Dagon's roar was like thunder.

   And Irina's consciousness became blurred, and she suddenly woke up from the dream.

   "Ho—"

  She straightened up suddenly, panting heavily, her face full of horror.

  In the quiet and dilapidated room, there was only the sound of his own heavy and rapid breathing.

   Your Majesty the Great Dagon...

   Was attacked by another angel!

   King Cang...

  It's the King of Pale Clothes, Jack Speight!

  The terrifying existence that killed Emperor Andre back then!

   It took Irina a long while to calm down from her undecided panic. At this moment, she became anxious.

  Her Majesty Dagon's final warning has not yet been finished.

   What the **** does that mean...

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  The Sun Continent, the Far East Misty Sea.

  The tens of thousands of meters of seabed, no light, deep, silent...

   Rumble—

   There was a dull explosion of air.

  A giant black shadow dived at an extremely fast speed, swimming towards the deeper seabed, and sprinkled thick blue-black mythical blood along the way.

The blood beads do not spread when they meet water, but instead sink slowly like round and plump pearls...Many giant monsters wandering in the deep sea, after touching these blood beads, either fester and rot within a few breaths, turning into A puddle of pus, or violent distortion.

In this abyss-like seabed, the sea pressure can crush steel in an instant. With the level of technology on the Sun Continent, there is no conventional means to reach such a deep underwater... But these can't stop the swift movement of that huge black shadow at all. .

   "Garcia, where do you want to go?"

  An indifferent voice suddenly rang in Dagon's mind.

  A hundred meters behind him, a ragged figure in a green robe was chasing after him at high speed.

  Dagon didn't even look back, but desperately went downstream.

   Whoosh!

  The tattered robe twisted and condensed into one point.

   In the next second, it bloomed from the side of the giant murloc.

  Under the rusty iron crown, the pale hair stretched its teeth and claws in the water, and on a man's face as perfect as a work of art, his eyes were half-opened.

   "The isolated island has sunk, as the king of deep divers, won't you accompany him?"

  The ivory white carved cross sword in his hand cut through the sea water, stabbed straight at the body of the giant fish head, cut through the hard and incomparable fish scales, and pierced through the abdomen!

  Dagon howled miserably.

  He waved his webbed claws, condensed the lightning strike, and slapped backhand.

  Boom!

  The sea of ​​no light is suddenly bright.

   Twisted electric pythons bloom in solidified amber.

  However, King Cang had already flickered away.

   Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dagon writhed his body, and his whole body was like a streamlined lightning, swaying and diving, and swam thousands of meters in the blink of an eye.

   Blood drops like streamers are splashed all the way...

   Dagon was extremely terrified.

  He is a **** of the deep sea, a Sequence One [Dream Octopus], but was hunted down to this point by a Sequence Two angel... What is even more incomprehensible is that even if he fights head-on, it is difficult for him to compete.

  Not only is the opponent's physical fitness almost the same as his own, but with his authority and sequence ability, he is able to arbitrarily erase the traces of his own existence.

   In the competition for power and position, Dagon was completely at a disadvantage.

   Both eyes are black, how to hit?

  It was only a short fight before, and he judged that he had little chance of winning, so he fled in a hurry.

  After the last battle of Tianyuan, Dagon did not dare to underestimate King Cang.

  This time, he was even more afraid of him.

   Avoid its edge!

  Never entangle!

  Wait for the final winner of the "Honor Carnival" crowned by Sebastian Pardo, then it will be the death of Cang Wang...

  Dagon Garcia kept telling himself in his heart, not to turn back, not to be entangled by King Cang, otherwise the person who died must be himself!

  However, Destiny Path is a master of the space stage. With teleportation, Dagon can't keep the distance...

  Dive all the way to the seabed of 100,000 meters, and he suffered seven or eight swords from King Cang.

  If it weren't for Dagon's rough skin and thick flesh, he would have become a dead fish long ago.

  In the end, almost madly, he took his last breath, dragged his seriously injured body, and got into an ancient ruin entrenched on the bottom of the sea.

  What a majestic complex of buildings...

  Chen Lun stared at the ruins.

   It should be said that it is not a spectacle that humans can build at all.

The urban agglomeration is quite old and huge, but right now, there are only broken walls standing on the rock formations on the seabed. On every wall or building wreckage, ancient characters are engraved, which is a language that is even older than the Bianita script. .

   At least, Chen Lun failed to recognize it.

  He stayed above this "lost city" and didn't continue to pursue it, because his spiritual intuition warned him that it would be dangerous to continue approaching.

  Chen Lun looked at the figure of Dagon expressionlessly, and finally disappeared behind the buildings of the Lost City.

  He really didn't expect that Dagon's vitality was so tenacious.

   Even thicker than Mr. Gudao's "blood bar".

  'Forget it, the crystal has been planted, Garcia has been hit by me seven or eight times, even if he doesn't die, he will be disabled, and he will never be able to show up for activities in the next tens or hundreds of years...'

  Chen Lun regained his original human form, and he couldn't help thinking.

   I can't help but regret it.

  At this time, a square door suddenly appeared beside him. The bronze door panel was engraved with a relief of ouroboros.

  The door slowly opened from the inside to the outside, and Oscar, who was wearing a black vintage robe, a top hat, and a mustache, stepped out of it.

   "Jack."

  The other party smiled, and the voice rang in Chen Lun's mind.

   This is the "mind transmission" of the destiny path.

   "Mr. Oscar, is this your real body?"

  Chen Lun seemed to have noticed something, and also used "mind transmission" to communicate with it.

  Oscar nodded, his expression slightly serious.

"My body has always been here, guarding the seal left by Mr. Clough... It is a wise choice for you not to pursue it rashly, because Sebastian Pardo, the eternal sleeper, sleeps in this lost city' Abbas Yeah' among."

   "It turns out that this is 'Abbasye'..."

  Chen Lun frowned slightly.

   During his exploration of the Outer Continent, he often heard this word.

  Among the nine empires, the "state religion" of the Ripple Empire is called the "Abbasye Order" and believes in the "Lord of Abbasye", which is actually the eternal sleeper.

   "Even I have been guarding outside the Lost City all these years and have never entered Abbasye... because once I get close, I may be forcibly dragged into the deepest part of the dream world by the power of the Eternal Sleeper."

  Oscar sent a message.

   "There is not only the body of the mud man there, but also the remnants of the old "eternal nightmare" parasitic in the body of the eternal sleeper, which is quite dangerous."

   "No wonder Dagon escaped here..."

  Chen Lun sneered.

   "He predicted that I would not dare to chase in."

  Oscar nodded, relieved:

   "Let him live on for a while. When you become a god, there are many ways to kill him."

  Chen Lun thought for a while, then asked Oscar:

   "Dagon has been severely injured by me, will he also enter the dream world if he wants to sleep?"

   Oscar frowned, as if he had guessed something.

  He nods again.

   "It's likely to happen, because the dream world is ultimately a dream of the eternal sleeper. There, Dagon will be in a very safe situation, and at the same time, he can absorb the power of Seagod, so that he can recover from injuries and strength faster."

  Chen Lun couldn't help grinning after hearing this.

  Oscar glanced at him, and seemed to read some malicious intentions from that smile.

"what are you planning to do?"

   "Add something to the dream of the eternal sleeper."

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   Through the unattended "Sleeping Door" again.

  Chen Lun walked down 699 steps and stood on the last step without entering the dream world.

  He stood where he was, looking at the scene in front of him that was almost the same as the fairyland, and slowly raised his hand.

  In the palm of his hand, a crystal cube was spinning non-stop.

  ‘Want to sleep well? '

  Chen Lun smiled lightly, and casually tossed [Infinity] in the palm of his hand, and the bright crystal cube sank into the dream world, and fell in the dark forest not far away.

   With a bang, it smashed into pieces on a towering tree and turned into dust... Almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, the whole tree was covered with crystals, turning into a pale tree-like sculpture.

  The Cang Yi is constantly spreading around, wantonly eroding the land and vegetation.

  Everything in sight is rapidly fading its original color.

  It’s like the paint on the picture is washed away, leaving only pale lines.

  ‘Even if it’s a dream, it’s still a nightmare about King Cang. '

  Chen Lun seemed to be still angry.

  He raised his hands this time, and two crystal cubes reappeared in the left and right palms.

"go."

   Chen Lun waved his hand.

   These two crystal cubes flew further away.

   "Not enough!"

  Chen Lun consumed the massive physical strength accumulated by "Nianjing", drove his own mythical power, and once again condensed five or six crystal cubes, and delivered his "gift" to the dream world without money.

  Boom! Boom!

   Bang bang bang bang!

   Only the crisp sound was heard, and the bright pale white dust bloomed like fireworks.

  The original colorful dream world seemed to be infected by a virus. The living things were stiff and withered in the pale color, and everything was developing towards death...

  Suddenly, Chen Lun felt a strong warning from his spiritual intuition.

  He sneered.

   clapped his hands, turned around and disappeared in place.

   Next second.

  An old man covered in a ragged cloak, with a crutch tied with a worn-out package, appeared at the entrance of the dream world.

  He was shrouded in a dim yellow light, looking around.

  Finally, a hoarse moan came from inside the cloak.

  A long while.

  His figure disappeared again.

   It seems that they don't intend to take care of this matter...

  Deep in the dream world.

  The vast starry sky of nothingness.

  Under the high wall where the top cannot be seen, a man with a naked upper body and disheveled hair is sitting against the wall.

  His body was covered with sword wounds, and the wounds were covered with crystals.

   Hair messed up, the man was expressionless.

  He raised his hand, scratched the wound roughly, pulled out the flesh and blood infected by the crystal, and threw it away at will.

  But in the next second, more crystals grew at a faster rate in the **** wound.

   "King Cang..."

  Feeling his own strength being swallowed and eroded by this crystal bit by bit, Dagon's eyes flashed with deep fear, and he growled with gritted teeth.

   After an unknown amount of time, the man frowned.

  He seemed to have noticed something, and slowly stood up.

  Looking at the end of the starry sky, the floating continent is turning pale at an increasing speed.

  Dagon was in a daze.

  He lowered his head again, looking at the wound on his body.

   That fear gradually turned into fear...

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  (end of this chapter)