——Higher species. Nightmare!

Chapter 12 Fanatics of Dream God, Nightmare Seed

Accompanying the "new life" is always "blank."

This phenomenon is taken for granted by the lower-level species, and even some upper-level species maintain this concept and follow the rule of "elders teach young children."

But this does not apply to Nightmare Species.

Born out of the hands of the gods of disasters, fears and dreams, these spiritual masters, who were born less than three hours ago, have completely absorbed the huge common sense passed by Rope from the "mind terminal" in this short period of time. And all kinds of knowledge about this world.

Even when Ropey came back to his senses in the blink of an eye, those nightmare species, who were handsome but also revealed a strange aura, had begun to spontaneously search for a place to live in the city, or that they belonged to their nests. Each of them maintains an "independent" state, and there is no sign of the "inner overlap" of common diseases that can occur in the spiritual race.

Silent city, silent dream, silent nightmare species.

There is no sound of communication because it is not needed. There is no substantial disagreement, because they have resolved each other in the mind. There is no urgent question about the Creator, because the knowledge is already in the mind——

As a result of this creepy silence, the fear of the entire city has risen to a new level, and the faintly unseen sense of suffocation and mist filled the air together.

"What about a healthy race..."

Rope stood on the edge of the open-air steps of the Star Clock Tower, watching the orderly nightmare children below, a little fascinated.

This is his race.

With his hands, his strength, his torso, the race created.

So what kind of fire these created flames can burn in the future, and what a brilliant civilization can be shown... It is really exciting.

‘My lord, don’t you intend to interfere with the civilization formation of the race with your own spiritual concept? "Inzaen Nibia asked.

Rope shook his head.

"No, of course not. I don't want them to be my puppets. I will only grant them knowledge as the elders and creators. Since it is an individual's independent thinking, of course civilizations have to form themselves in the evolution of time."

‘Your thoughts are very peculiar. The God of War has turned his creation into a war-thirsty lunatic, and the God of Forge has made his creation full of ambition to process everything... and you do not intend to interfere with your own race. ’

"Wild flowers are the most beautiful."

Rope chuckled and walked into the room on the top floor of the clock tower.

Click, click, click.

After a long time, multiple footsteps came from the stairs of the Star Clock Tower.

The only way that can lead to this room is that one can go-a spiral staircase with a whole number of hundreds of thousands of steps.

The bronze door was pushed open, and three nightmare species in hunter costumes stood at the door, silently watching the black-haired youth who had returned to the throne.

"After selection, are the three of you the "leaders" representing the race? Asked Rope, tilting his head.

The three nightmares knelt down on one knee, but they did not answer Rope's words.

It's not that they don't understand language. After Rope's indoctrination, the nightmare species don't talk about the world, and even understand the profanity outside the world in detail.

The reason for this is just--

"Talk with your voice."

Rope ordered.

"This is a rule, in front of me, it is forbidden to use spiritual communication."

The race of the mind is naturally more inclined to communicate with the mind than words, and Rope reluctantly cut off his connection with the main console.

It was the same as the idea of ​​the **** of war Artesh.

Even if it is a spiritual race, Rope doesn't want to keep peeping at his own creation of race ideas, and there is no harm in leaving some private space appropriately.

"...Yes, I'm waiting for Master Creator."

Among the three, the tallest nightmare species spoke up.

It lowered its head deeply, the respect and worship without words, even Inzaen Nibia could feel the strong spiritual fluctuations around it all the time.

No, it's not just him.

The other two are not so good to go there.

He has been a fanatic of Dream God from birth-this is the reality of the nightmare seed.

"Master of the nightmare, Your Majesty Rope. Your servant, your heir, after the baptism of your precious knowledge, decides to collectively elect the leader of the race according to your expectations. As a result of the exchange, we will temporarily use the three spiritual powers of me. The most powerful one will serve. Therefore, I am waiting to see you and want to hear your opinions on my unauthorized decision."

He raised his head, his face was not only the mouth, even the eyes had been born, admiringly and enthusiastically looking at Rope.

"I wait, do you have the qualifications to rule your heirs?"

"The decision of race is borne by the race. If this is a decision unanimously approved by the nightmare, then of course I will not criticize you as the leader of the race."

Rope looked at the eyes of the three nightmares, with a little doting.

"Thank you for your grant."

The three nightmare species lowered their heads deeper.

"It's not just that..."

The headed Nightmare Seed spoke again, seemingly hard to tell.

"I'll wait to know that you gave us life and knowledge. It is greedy to ask for it again... But even so! Even so! I still hope you can give us the supreme kindness again."

"Oh? What do you want?"

Rope was ready to move.

Just like a strategy game, when you have your own subordinates and races, you always want to enrich them from all aspects, but you don't know what they really need and worry about them.

The Nightmare Seed can speak actively and have a clear goal given to it, which is simply better.

"name."

The Nightmare Kind replied.

"We want the name you give. From your knowledge, we know the importance of "independent individuals". What distinguishes independent individuals is their unique naming in addition to their appearance characteristics..."

Hearing that, Luo Pei's happy expression gradually solidified, evolving towards Can Nian, and almost no words like "You are so amazing?" written on his face.

But the innocent Nightmare Seed had misunderstood something. He thought he had offended the Creator, and quickly added.