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Chapter 42 Dreams and Assassination
Raine explained the true nature of the dream to the Nightmare Legion soldiers trapped within it.

The soldiers fell silent.

A dreamscape constructed of extraordinary power...

To be honest, even if there were a giant dragon here, the Imperial Legion would not be afraid in the slightest, but supernatural power is beyond the scope of courage and force.

Even the sharpest sword cannot extinguish fire or melt ice; this is a limitation of the laws of physics.

“Master,” the military judge said solemnly, “we request your help.”

“Of course, after all, you don’t have any other choice,” Renn chuckled.

One very obvious advantage of the Imperial Legion is its rather traditional and conservative moral values. The virtue of gratitude, almost extinct outside the Legion, is prevalent within its ranks.

The opportunity to make the Nightshade Legion owe him a favor was one that Raine absolutely could not afford to miss.

“I’ve observed the magic circuits here,” Raine continued. “High Rock City is the center of the entire dream, and the negative emotions of your fallen comrades are collectively flowing in that direction.”

"In other words, the ritual site that maintains the entire dream prison is most likely located in High Rock City."

"We will take Highrock!" the Nightshade Legion soldiers shouted. "This is a battle for the Legion's honor, and we cannot afford to fail!"

Then why don't you take it on your own? What are you shouting slogans at me for?
If we disregard the type of spell, Raine has countless ways to take down High Rock City in the dream without firing a single shot.

But if we consider the feelings of the Imperial Legion soldiers around us...

“Give me a sword,” Renn said.

"Ah ha, so it seems you're a magic swordsman?" the military judge laughed heartily, ordering soldiers to bring him a longsword, shield, and spear.

The standard Imperial soldier's equipment consisted of a sword in the right hand, a shield in the left, and a spear on their back. The choice between long and short weapons was flexible and depended on the needs of combat; the shield was the very soul of the legion's soldiers.

But Raine refused the shield and spear, and instead gripped his longsword in his right hand, beginning to draw circles in the air directly in front of him.

"Hey, Parrot!" the Imperial soldiers asked the military judge, "What is he doing?"

"Clearly, he's casting a spell on himself," the military judge said calmly. "Although magic swordsmen can use magic to assist them, they primarily fight with swords. I could tell at a glance that he's a true warrior."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw the blade in Rein's hand begin to emit brilliant sparks, which then transformed into a circular path of flames, and the scene within it changed to the interior of High Rock City.

Dream travel magic, an evil technique that allows one to travel through dreams, is also the biggest advantage that allows Renn to enter this collective dream.

The Imperial Legion soldiers were dumbfounded.

"Let's go, soldiers." Renn, sword in hand, leaped into the circle. "The time has come to show your courage!"

"Go!" The legionary soldiers finally reacted, quickly following Renn as he jumped into the ring, teleporting directly into High Rock City. "For the Empire!"

In the real world, in a compartment of the Nightmare Castle's underground warehouse, the floor was covered with filthy runes written in blood. Several bald cultists sat around a magic circle, maintaining their connection with the Netherworld through prayer.

They suddenly opened their eyes simultaneously, their expressions turning ashen.

"The dream is about to be lost."

"Where did that mage come from? Why can he also travel through dreams?"

"Could they be followers of another religious sect?"

These questions are destined to remain unanswered, because there is something more important to do right now.

"The enemy has mastered the art of dream travel; High Rock City is no longer defensible." The leader quickly made a decision. "Attack the castle hall immediately and kill that mage's physical body!" Inside the castle hall, the knights of Faher's family had already sheathed their swords and shields, standing in a circle around Renn, staring menacingly at the legion soldiers opposite them.

To avoid unnecessary conflict, the legionary soldiers put away their weapons, kept a certain distance from them, and then kept jumping around in place to avoid falling asleep.

Ellina was standing next to Renn when she suddenly heard Bersalia whisper:
"Raine only ordered us to protect his safety, right?"

"What do you want to do?" Ellina asked coldly.

“Let’s do something that won’t jeopardize his safety,” Bersalia said with a smile. “Like, maybe do his makeup?”

"boring."

"Don't say that. You've been holding a lot of resentment towards him, haven't you?" Bersalia was about to persuade her when she suddenly turned to look into the depths of the hall, her hand already on the hilt of her sword. "Elrina?"

“Hmm.” Ellina picked up her spear.

The two men simultaneously drew their weapons, startling Maiser, who was nearby. The old marquis had ordered him to protect Renn and the two elves, but hadn't mentioned which one to prioritize should they try to kill Renn if the two elves tried to harm him at the same time.

Let's keep protecting Raine; after all, he's the old Marquis's own son.

He calmly drew his longsword, ready to swiftly subdue the two elves at the slightest sign of trouble.

Seeing Maiser suddenly draw his sword, the family knights also drew their swords, so much so that the legion soldiers on the other side, though confused, subconsciously drew their weapons as well.

Immediately afterwards, a large number of demons emerged from the depths of the castle hall.

The one with wings and a small, childlike body is the Imp; the one wielding a flaming whip and with recurved hooves is the Shapeshifter; and the one with a burly body covered in spikes is the Wrath Demon. He grabbed the shield rack from the wall and smashed it, along with the large wooden shield on it, at the knights!
really!

When Raine said "Protect me" before entering the dream, Bersalia astutely guessed that Raine must have anticipated that an enemy would try to directly attack his physical body.

She quickly picked up Ryan and simultaneously dodged and jumped behind him with astonishing agility.

Ellina thrust her spear forward with a sudden movement, the tip precisely wedging itself into the gap in the shield holder. She then drew a large circle, skillfully dissipating the force while simultaneously redirecting it and throwing it back, sending a small demon who was casting a spell flying.

The castle hall was instantly engulfed in chaos!
These demons are not particularly high in rank individually. The lesser demons and shapeshifters are ranged attackers and can be forcibly intercepted with shields. Only the wrathful demons are skilled at charging and possess immense strength, requiring multiple knights to work together to restrict their movements in order to defeat them.

In this situation, Mather temporarily abandoned his guard and allowed the Legion soldiers to join in, building rows of shield walls to fight against the demons.

The legion commander took the lead, joining the front line with his shield in hand, shouting commands to his soldiers to hold the line.

The tribunal quickly stepped back, found Berthalia who was holding Renn, and asked in a deep voice:

When will he wake up?

“Hmm,” Bersalia shrugged. “The enemy is jumping up and down, probably because he’s about to succeed…”

She spoke in a relaxed tone, but the tribunal suddenly drew a dagger and stabbed it into Renn's chest!

The tip of the poisoned dagger was about to touch Renn's clothes, but it could not go any further—Besalia reached out her left hand even faster and grabbed the legion's tribunal's wrist.

"Assassination technique, 7 points," she said with a smile, "but the intention to get closer was too obvious, 0 points."

Her response was the tribunal's shrill screams.

The poisoned dagger slipped from his fingers, striking the ground with a crisp sound. The tribunal collapsed to the ground in agony, writhing, struggling, and screaming as if enduring the torment of some poison. This startled many legionary soldiers, who turned back, hesitating whether to come to his aid.

"Focus on the battle!" The legion commander's voice boomed through the hall like thunder. "Our brothers' lives are in grave danger! We must protect that wizard!"

(End of this chapter)