I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

"Klaus and his team's plan this time was quite complex and complicated because they didn't trust each other and had laid out a lot of backup plans to prevent betrayal."

"This could give us a good opportunity."

"Next, the main battlefield of the ritual will be the dream rift that the Holy Spirit Black Goat helped them open up."

"The main battlefield for the sacrifice is on the edge of the dream realm, in the subconscious dream of humankind, and the time is very likely tonight."

Upon hearing this, Ivan immediately became somewhat anxious: "Will the entire ceremony cause widespread casualties?"

Moro nodded: "Yes, but these casualties are not the kind that cause damage to the city."

"After the ceremony begins, a large number of people will be enveloped in this dreamlike world."

"Their situation is the same as Morales's before; their souls enter this area and become sacrifices, dying forever in the dream."

"Furthermore, since the Dream Realm is isolated from the material world, the auxiliary methods of you extraordinary beings cannot be used within the Dream Realm."

"For example, the potions that you witchers are so proud of, and all sorts of related magical artifacts."

"The only things you can bring into this area are the extraordinary spiritual qualities within your bodies."

After a moment's thought, Ivan nodded: "We know the location. What are their plans?"

Moro stated quite directly, "The entire ritual is divided into three stages, with a total of nine key points."

“Each key point of the array is a sanctuary, where a great deal of spiritual energy is gathered.”

“You can regard the spirituality within these nine sanctuaries as the nourishment needed for the birth of the Holy Son.”

Ivan immediately thought of the statue he had destroyed before, and thought to himself, "Damn! It really is a baby bottle!"

Moro, unaware of Ivan's thoughts, continued explaining: "The first stage involves injecting these nutrients into the core magic circle."

"If you can destroy at least five of the sanctuaries during this process, you can completely stop the ritual from taking place in the first phase."

"If the first phase of prevention fails, the ritual will proceed directly to the second phase."

As he spoke, Moro looked at the tall tower in the distance: "That is the core of the entire ceremony."

"After the infusion of nutrients is completed, the Holy Son will be liberated from his personhood at the top of the tower and come to the ground."

“This process is extremely dangerous. Sap, Klaus, and the others each need to take large amounts of special potions to draw enough divinity from the Holy Son’s body.”

"This will not only further strengthen their status, but also ensure that they are treated as one of their own by the Holy Son after he awakens."

"At this stage, you can choose to prevent them from taking the potion, but remember, never let the Holy Son awaken prematurely!"

"Otherwise, the shockwave generated by the awakening of the Holy Son in this dream within the interlayer would be enough to destroy half of Bolton City."

Ivan's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, and he nodded solemnly: "What about the third stage?"

Moro continued, "The core of this entire ceremony lies with Sap."

"He has now transformed the entire estate into a vast ceremonial domain."

"He needs to use this ritual to break free from the shackles of gold, to master its power, and to gain an infinite lifespan."

"Just like the contract your ancestors signed back then."

At this point, a solemn warning appeared on Moro's ferocious face: "Be careful of Sap, he has recently retracted all his domains back into his body."

"Based on my understanding of him, he must have an extremely destructive ultimate weapon in his possession."

"Now that the ceremony has come to this point, if you want to thwart their plot, you have two methods you can use."

"The first method is to defeat Sap head-on, and then send the still-unawakened Holy Son back to the tower."

"The second possibility is to lift Sap's suppression of the Holy Son and awaken him."

“In that case, during the transformation process, Sap would inevitably be subjected to the gaze of the Holy Son, and he would collapse on his own.”

Ivan interrupted, asking, "Won't there be any risks after the third-stage Holy Son awakens?"

Moro said, "There will be risks, but we can enter the game during this process."

"I will bring a special priest to appease the Holy Son, and then send him back to the Ghoul King's embrace."

Upon hearing this, Ivan's intuition immediately told him that all the groundwork he had laid out was likely for this very sentence.

Seeing that Ivan was deep in thought and did not answer, Moro continued, "Of course, you can also take advantage of their internal discord during this process."

"Sap and Klaus have been secretly plotting against each other, and the Witch of Misfortune who has always stood by Sap's side seems to have other ideas as well."

"In addition, there will be some organizations that will naturally side with you."

Ivan was taken aback: "Naturally on our side?"

Moro nodded: "The world is vast, and there are many cults lurking in the shadows of this city."

"For this ceremony, Sap and Klaus joined forces with the Institute of Excellence, the Holy Spirit Black Goat, and the Hand of the Father."

“And these three organizations naturally also have hostile factions that harbor a great deal of hatred towards them.”

"According to my investigation, the Green Flame Brotherhood, who have always regarded the Institute of Excellence as traitors, have quietly arrived in Bolton City."

"The Knights of the Sun, who have long considered it their mission to eliminate the Holy Spirit Black Goat, have now cooperated."

“Inspector Black in the action team is one of them.”

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Chapter 213: Preparing for the Dungeon! A Well-Prepared Demon Hunter (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

Ivan stroked his chin: "So there's more to this story than meets the eye!"

Moro smiled and nodded: "And the Slumbering Order, which has always been an enemy of the Hand of the Father, has also sent their prized geniuses here."

He said meaningfully to Ivan, "His name is Colt Dick. You might be able to have a good working relationship with him."

Ivan asked with a hint of wariness, "What are you trying to say?"

Moro chuckled and said, "He's a master mage, but he's a brute just like you."

"There have been a lot of troubles in Xinxiang as well."

After saying this, Moro's body gradually became distorted and ethereal, and the eerie and terrifying scene around him gradually collapsed.

Ivan snapped out of his daze and demanded loudly, "Since you know so much, didn't you tell those important figures about this information?!"

Moro's voice carried a hint of helplessness: "They all know, so they're all waiting!"

"Everyone believes they have grasped the other's weakness and can deliver a fatal blow at the crucial moment."

"But often, it is precisely because of this arrogance and self-righteousness that many disasters that should not have happened occur."

“My child, protected by the great God! I hope you can bring about some change in this disaster that should never have happened.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole world collapsed.

"You chicken~!"

Accompanied by that familiar call, Evan suddenly sat up in bed.

He looked around. The morning sunlight shone through the brand-new glass windows and pierced the old floor through the gaps in the curtains.

My own body odor, along with a faint musty smell, lingered around my nose in the air.

Through the hole in the dilapidated bedroom door, Ivan could still see the small amount of ash left on the ground after Richard and the other two had collected the stone statue fragments yesterday.

Everything was so familiar, everything was so clear.

"Meow~" The golden cat in the blanket poked its head out, blinked its green eyes, and looked puzzled.

The secondary brain, as thick as oil, emerged from the crack and melted into his body along his arm.

"call!"

Ivan let out a long sigh and stood up.

Although the indoor temperature is only around eight degrees Celsius, Evan, who is shirtless, does not feel cold.

I drew back the old curtains and looked out the window.

After a night of heavy snowfall, the sun is shining brightly now, and the view from afar is all white.

Rows of red brick buildings were covered with thick snow, and icicles hung from the eaves.

In the scene before us, the white snow on the road has been pressed into black tracks by various vehicles, mixed with coal dust, showing a dirty and messy yellowish-black color.

The blacksmith shop diagonally opposite had already opened, and the firelight illuminated the shop in an orange-red glow. A young apprentice, barely ten years old, was wrapped in a thin, old cotton-padded coat and struggling to pull the bellows.

Old Tom, the shoemaker directly below, was delivering the repaired shoes to the blacksmith's shop while rubbing his lower back.

Horse-drawn carts carrying milk and vegetables shuttled back and forth, their wheels crunching over the snow.

The newspaper boy ran along, holding up the day's newspaper and loudly hawking the tragic story of the poor grandmother and grandson on Haicha Street.

The bustling and familiar Guding Street remains as vibrant as ever.

"Life is already hard enough; we shouldn't burden ordinary people with extraordinary burdens as well."

Thinking of this, Evan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and looked at the items stored in his four-dimensional chrysanthemum.

A silver cross-shaped sword, several bottles of magic potions, a brass cauldron... none of this was an illusion.

"Moro may not be trustworthy, but from his perspective, the information he provides should not be false."

"Since we can't bring ordinary items in, let's stuff these items into the intestinal space!"

"Since we're going to run a dungeon, we need to prepare the potions first!"

When I was pulled into a dream yesterday, I instinctively sensed the intestinal space.

He discovered that the things placed in his intestinal space could accompany him into his dreams.

As Morro said, only spirituality and extraordinary qualities can enter into it.

Clearly, items enveloped in extraordinary characteristics are also included.

While pondering, Ivan turned and went into the bathroom.

That page of the Necronomicon has now been temporarily placed in Ivan's storage space.

After having a satisfying bowel movement on the toilet, I saw the golden dog climb up next to me.

Its two front paws gripped the edge of the toilet directly in front of it, while its two hind paws were slightly spread apart, gripping the edges on the left and right.