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The pink curtain was turned over by red waves.

This is a dream.

A dream of a young man from the Congreve region of the North Continent.

This is the territory of the Order of Slaanesh.

The ultimate pursuit of sensory pleasure and hedonism makes the dreams of living beings here pink and extravagant.

"No, don't leave me, my Shirley..."

The man in the dream suddenly cried out in excitement... The joy seemed to be leaving him.

"If it was before, I'd take you away. But now, I'm about to embrace my beloved, and you'll just be a hindrance."

A woman's voice that was somewhat charming but gradually cold, said cold-bloodedly.

The sound fell, curled up in the house, the man who was falling asleep suddenly froze, and died coldly in extreme excitement.

Like most men of Sage Time, after Lilith the Queen of the Night abolished her face in an impulse, it didn't take long before she regretted it.

Indulged in authority, she continued to hunt beautiful prey in her dreamland.

Even if she knew that the gods of dreams were targeting the **** of phantom sleep, she still went her own way.

With self-forgiveness in her heart, this will be her last free time!

It wasn't until the subordinate's prayers continued, no, it should be said that she had already enjoyed herself, and then she returned with satisfaction.

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In the kingdom of night, the throne of God is extravagant.

Lilith, who was so charming between her brows and eyes, lay lazily on the pedestal, stretched out her sallow white fingers, pinched the rose grapes, and sent them into the sandalwood mouth.

Your Highness, the ugly monster was trembling on the ground, daring not to feel the slightest blasphemy.

In other words, even if you feel blasphemy in your heart, you don't dare to show it.

Perhaps the Queen of the Night created monsters as her subordinates, perhaps to prevent her from becoming interested and staring at her subordinates.

If this is the case, then the majesty will be greatly damaged.

Therefore, the subordinates who know their own queen's temperament will never dare to act arrogantly.

"Report to Her Royal Highness the Queen that the seal on the Halifax Floating Island has been opened. Halifax led his subordinates to leave the floating island and declared that..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lilith was violently interrupted.

"Ah, it's over so soon? I really doubt that Arthur will be a good husband?!"

The ugly monster shuddered when he heard the words. It was not the Queen of Fear's interruption, but the tainted words of the Queen of Fear.

The secret work of the dream gods is well done.

However, Lilith realized that the gods of dreams had made a move from the moment the surging spell was spread over the floating island of Halifax.

She didn't go to watch.

Rather than being too lazy to watch, she wanted to give her future little lover some face.

She just needs to wait for the development.

What she wants is the little lover who has suffered and bowed down under her pomegranate skirt.

Not an arrogant god.

"Are you trembling with fear?"

Lilith was keenly aware of the panic of her subordinates, and nodded indifferently and said, "That's right, the power of the gods, even the old gods, should temporarily avoid the edge."

"Let me guess, the dream gods chose the Halifax Floating Island as the battlefield and covered it with a curse mark. I'm afraid it's not as simple as killing Arthur!"

"This is mostly to prevent Arthurs from summoning the God of Dawn and asking for help from outside forces."

"So, Arthur was sealed by the dream gods...?"

Lilith looked at her subordinates as if asking for proof, but the casual look between her brows showed that she was extremely confident in her own judgment!

"The great Queen of the Night, Halifax declares... the gods of dreams have been sealed by Arthurs, the **** of sleep."

"Oh, my poor little husband, don't be afraid, your queen..."

Lilith, who was full of performance, raised her eyebrows before she finished speaking, and stood up from the throne: "What did you just say? The gods of dreams have been sealed by Arthurs? Didn't the gods of dreams seal Arthurs? "

The monster that was crawling on His Highness trembled all over.

"The great Queen of the Night... Arthur sealed the gods of dreams, but... this, this is the claim of Halifax!"

The monster is terrified, it has realized its sad fate.

"Arthurs sealed the dream gods... How is this possible?!!"

Lilith murmured her subordinate's answer, her voice full of wonder!

"no no-"

The monster in the hall suddenly screamed.

As soon as the sound came out, it stopped abruptly.

The ugly and huge body exploded with a bang, and the hall was filled with flesh and blood.

The extravagant temple is like a gluttonous monster, gradually absorbing these flesh and blood, and restoring it to its original state before the next visitor arrives.

At the same time, the great Queen of the Night, Lilith, was also restored to her original state. She was as graceful and elegant as ever, sitting on his noble throne and overlooking the dreaming beings.

It's just that the inferior skin is easy to recover, and the corrupted and foul-smelling heart can no longer be restored to its original state.

Even stormy waves have been set off! !

The existence she longs for will eventually be the stalwart she can only look up to.

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The same is true for Patriarch Byron!

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Patriarch Byron, who had just escaped from Zosik, was about to return to the city of shepherds, Ansair, not long after receiving psychological counseling to eliminate the hidden danger of losing control.

Unexpectedly, Pope Dawn suddenly summoned.

"How effective is Sister Lucine's psychotherapy?"

This time, Pope Dawn rarely summoned Patriarch Byron in the Hall of Dawn.

The two strolled on the square outside the Abbe Cathedral, and flocks of white pigeons were not afraid of people flying around.

"It's like washing away the dirt!"

Patriarch Byron praised.

"That's good!"

Pope Dawn nodded: "Don't rush back to Ans El, I need you to come forward on behalf of the church for something."

"I would like to hear the details." Patriarch Byron nodded with a vague attitude and did not respond immediately.

"According to reports, Arthurs was ambushed by the dream gods on the floating island of Halifax a few days ago, but he accidentally sealed all of them. At present, he has subdued the dream maker Halifax himself, intending to incorporate the power of the dream gods. !"

What? !

When Patriarch Byron heard the words, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes!

He didn't know much about the dream gods.

But judging by his rudimentary common sense, he also knows the absurdity and legend of this kind of thing.

Especially in the case of an ambush.

Unless this ambush, it will always be Arthur's plan!

"Arthur... Is this the one who sealed the dream gods with one person?"

Patriarch Byron asked after a moment of silence.

This question is actually meaningless!

But he still asked, perhaps without even realizing it, this was his last pride.

No one knew that when he saw Arthurs, who was not a demigod, but was similar to a demigod, in the North End Continent, he felt the shock and the gap in his heart.

Even a hint of imperceptible... jealousy.

He knew that this was the natural instinct of a despicable creature like a human being.

Anyone who sees that their subordinates have achieved far more than them, I am afraid it will be difficult to calm down.

Even if it is a real brother, it is inevitable that they will be a little bit angry.

However, this psychological gap was finally eliminated after he was successfully promoted to a demigod.

However, who would have thought that he just resolved this psychological gap and calmed down his state of mind.

Arthur was crowned the God of Dreams again.

Become the great Dawn Servant.

This honor made him dazzled!

Not to mention now that Arthur has sealed the dream gods again! !

This series of achievements is like the mocking mouth of a demon, almost trying to quench the fire of his jealousy.

After blowing out jealousy, is it a good thing?

Do not!

He was jealous, at least it showed that he still had the possibility to struggle.

If even this flame of jealousy is extinguished, either he becomes a saint, or his former subordinates are already beyond his reach.

"Maybe, maybe not!"

"Intelligence shows that Arthurs used an extremely cold force to freeze and seal the dream gods. I wonder if this is his hidden new authority, or is it the rescue of Yafumza, the Lord of Ice Flame?"

Pope Dawn said solemnly.

At this time, He obviously did not notice Patriarch Byron's subtle thoughts.

He continued: "...but no matter what kind, Arthurs has already shown signs of deviating from the church."

"You and Arthurs used to be colleagues, so there should be some old love! So I hope you can take care of the church on behalf of the church, and if necessary, you can ask for the church's help."

If Pope Dawn has a deep meaning.

Patriarch Byron, who has been at the grassroots level for more than 20 years, fell silent for a while.

After a long while, he rubbed his chest and saluted, "Patriarch Byron of Ansair takes orders!"

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Arthur's tendency to stand on the top of the mountain made the Dawn Sect vigilant;

As everyone knows, the Slaanesh Cult, the mortal rival of the Dawn Cult, is even more terrified! !

"Seal the dream gods? Unify the fantasy universe?"

"This Arthur has a good appetite!"

"I just don't know, is this because he wants to break free from Dawn's control? Or is it the wanton expansion of Dawn's religion?"

"If the latter..."

The voice of uncertain speculation echoed in the Hall of Joy, full of fear for the future!

If it is the former, that's all;

If it is the latter, once the Dawn Sect is in charge of Illusion, no, even if it affects Illusion, it will be an existence that Slaanesh can't resist!

At that time, the land of the mechanical undead will be lost, and the land of Slaanesh will also be lost.

Even the great Lord of Slaanesh will be expelled from this planet, the wandering stars, in anchoring and dwindling, and dying out of control.

"The seal of the dream gods must be broken!"

"Arthurs must break away from the Dawn Cult!"

A loud voice came from the Temple of Pleasure.

It can be predicted that a terrifying intelligence war is about to set off a huge wave! !

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Lake Strel, which grows in the flesh and blood of all beings, is as dark and deep as ever, with a grotesque blue light.

Like a group of amoeba, Gadamon roams in the lake, wandering in the minds of all beings.

"Oh, Yafmza, Arthur seems to be getting further and further away from your control, and he seems to be seeking the seat of the Lord of Dreams!"

In the dark blue water of the lake, a grotesque head emerged from the water and looked at the pale flames roaming on the shore with a teasing look.

"A filthy blasphemer is also qualified to dominate the fantasy world? He is just a vicious dog raised by the Fan God. Do you really think that he is the owner of the palace after robbing the kennel of the palace? It's ridiculous!"

The pale flame suddenly swelled by three points, and the resentment and sarcasm were unceremoniously vented.

"It's not uncommon for a vicious dog to kill its master? Isn't he stabbing you in the back? Yafmza?!"

Gadamon's words caused the pale flames on the shore to suddenly expand!

"Gadamon, anger me, it means nothing to you!"

"When I rise from the end of Yarak, the chaos will finally respond to the old god's prophecy. Just wait, when the turmoil sweeps the North Continent, the end of the north will eventually become the pure land of the old god."

"At that time, only I can save the real church! The despicable blasphemer will eventually crawl on the snowy field and ask for my forgiveness!!"

"Boom!"

The human head that Gadamon squeezed out of the water burst with a bang, but no more heads emerged from the lake.

Yafumza once proposed that the Northern Continent be used as the final springboard for Gadamon to be promoted to the old ruler.

This proposal was strongly opposed by the favored Arthurs.

That being the case, what is the essential difference between the destruction of the Northern Continent by the hands of the Old God and the destruction by Gadamon?

Of course there is no difference!

But Yafumza still said this. Obviously, during Arthur's escape from Lake Strel, the two terrifying beings reached a more secret agreement!

In other words, what did Arthurs, the lord of ice and flames, realize when he did not hesitate to tear his face against the old days?

As the ruler of the old days, how could he hang himself on a tree?

The wisdom far beyond the imagination of mortals is already brewing a terrifying storm that Arthurs cannot refuse!

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Thousands of people with thousands of faces, hundreds of people with different natures.

When the Halifax soldiers came out of the floating island and spread the glory of the great **** of illusory sleep, Arthur, and spread the dream, the gods who were shocked by this, and the major forces, were in an uproar.

Some are cheering for the vacuum of dreaming rights;

Some people are terrified of the power of the dawn;

There are also people who split blood and sharp teeth, waiting for opportunities to fish in troubled waters.

Amid this commotion, Arthur, who was quietly waiting for the Illidheimized dream gods to complete the harmony of soul and body, suddenly heard a cold prayer like death.

—It is Mordiggian, the **** of burial places.

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The city of Zul Bahazaar, which is like the closed eyes of the dead, has become more and more desolate after the clown farce.

The temple in the city collapsed in a cloud of black mist, as dead as a tomb!

In the dead silence, the mist filled the air.

A slight airflow disturbed the fog, and in the void, a figure with black hair and black eyes appeared quietly.

The darkness infiltrated in the mist, propagating up, stacked up into a towering figure with no head, no eyes, and no limbs!

"Great Lord of Illusions, you really responded to the prophecy!"

The voice of Mordiggian, the **** of the corpse, was hollow and ethereal, like the words of the dead, the ravings of corpses.

"All thanks to your prophecy, great Mordiggian."

Ning Xiuyuan clenched his fists and stroked his chest, looking humble and polite.

"Even without my prophecy, you will eventually take this step. I just reminded you with insignificant goodwill."

At this time, Mordiggian did not have the horror that was rumored at all.

If he didn't see that black, indescribable image, and just listened to his voice, anyone would think that he was a humble gentleman.

"I said that my promise will never change. What about you, the great master of dreams?"

"I can hand over the rule of Nass Deep to You, but I also want Your responsibility and obligation to protect Zosik."

Zosik, the **** of the corpse, will eventually be reduced to an ordinary planet.

For Ning Xiuyuan, this will lose all meaning.

Although he will be in charge of Illusion in the future, but the protection of Zosik in the awake universe is not enough after all!

"This transaction is very fair, but the corpses other than the real shepherd are all mine!" Mordiggian bargained.

"That's reasonable!"

Ning Xiuyuan nodded.

Mordiggian's words are equivalent to only the corpses of ordinary believers.

This has little effect on the true church.

According to local conditions, just modify the teachings!

Well, by the way, he can just use this to bring out the value of [Crystal Sugar Cube·Netherworld].

For the real church, the real value is the corpse of the supernatural being.

——This is not because the corpse of the extraordinary person contains extraordinary characteristics.

In fact, after an extraordinary person dies, before the ghouls come to collect the corpse, the extraordinary characteristics have already been precipitated.

The real value of the corpse of the superhuman lies in the church secrets contained in the corpse.

This is also the fundamental reason why it is difficult for the gods to penetrate Zosik.

——As long as a corpse falls into the hands of Mordiggian, it will be a devastating blow to the local infiltration and development.

This is also one of the fundamental reasons why a demigod can rule the Western Continent in the great Zosik Continent, and an extraordinary person with three or five rings can establish a city-state!

"In that case, let's use the contract as a proof, great trade judge!" Mordiggian said solemnly.