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Chapter 560 Rune's Nightmare

"Crush you!" Savis's roar unleashed a tangible shockwave that crashed into Rune. Ultimately, this was still the Emerald Nightmare Realm, and to oppose the Nightmare Lord here was to oppose the entire world.

At the same time, Savis charged at Rune, his right claw, powerful enough to shatter mountains, slamming into Rune's chest with the force of a thunderbolt, accompanied by a roar of flames and the corrosive energy of a nightmare.

With a deafening boom, the energy shockwave spread wildly in a ring, leveling all protruding objects within a radius of several kilometers.

Anyone here would be shocked by this horrific scene, but Savis frowned.

His strike did indeed hit, but the feel was off. There was no bone-shattering sensation like snapping a tree branch, nor the sticky, warm flesh clinging to his claws. Instead, it felt like striking some indescribable, extremely tough and hard substance.

It was as if Xavius ​​had struck not flesh and blood, but Neltharion's elemental armor.

The struck Rune slid backward for dozens of meters, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground. At the point of impact to his chest, a large piece of his shadow-formed clothing was torn open, revealing the skin beneath, a dark red scorched from the intense heat. But—

That was the extent of the damage Savas's double attack inflicted on Rune; Savas's attack hadn't even broken the very surface of the opponent's skin.

Rune shook his head, looked down at the insignificant mark on his chest, then looked up at Savis.

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with a "that's it?" expression.

Theoretically speaking, Xavius ​​is actually quite powerful. With the blessing of the Emerald Nightmare, he may even possess more power than Azshara after her fall, or at least stronger than Ysera who has lost the power of the Dragon Aspect.

However, this Lord of Nightmares almost never won in a direct confrontation. He constantly switched allegiances to acquire power, only to be defeated time and again. If the Dark Force hadn't been so generous, Xavius ​​would probably be long gone by now.

Xavius, on the other hand, was treacherous and cautious. He was originally an arcanist, but after being empowered by fel energy, he became a satyr. After being blessed by the Old Gods, he began to secretly plot and scheme. He had almost no experience in hand-to-hand combat and could not effectively use his muscular body.

Savis was shocked by the effect of the attack. He was so astonished that he had clearly felt such a powerful force, and the mage in front of him had already lost a lot of magic power and physical strength due to the many enemies. Why was he still so powerful?

"You are even more incompetent than I imagined."

Rune chuckled coldly and said in a low voice. Then he used the Transformation spell on himself again, transforming into a being on par with Savis, who had completely absorbed the power of the Nightmare Demon. Then his massive body suddenly charged forward, even faster than Savis's previous attack!

Rune was also a mage, and he hadn't yet systematically learned how to utilize his physical body, but—

The child doesn't have many advantages, except that he's very strong.

Without any fancy techniques, Rune's revenge on Savis was the simplest and most direct punch, which struck Savis's hairy abdomen and produced a terrible sonic boom.

Savis quickly crossed his claws, trying to block the attack.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, Rune's power surged into Savis's body through his claws.

Savis staggered backward, feeling as if his internal organs were churning. Burning, aching, and stinging sensations came at the same time, and even his claws were cracked by Rune's blows.

Although the cracks healed rapidly under the nourishment of the dream demon's energy, the pure, extreme physical force still left him feeling powerless.

Are you even a mage? As a respectable mage, why would you learn from those lowly people and hone your power to this extent?

Enraged, but this didn't affect Xavius's cunning and shrewdness; his numerous escapes from death had proven his worth. Xavius ​​admitted that, at least in terms of his physical attack skills, engaging in pure hand-to-hand combat would only result in certain death, so—

"Try this!" Savis steadied himself, his claws snapping open, palms facing upwards. A surge of emerald dream energy flowed into his palms, forming a purplish-red sphere, as dark as tar, within which countless twisted dreams churned.

Those were dream demons he had captured from the dreams of mortals. In the subconscious of humans, elves, and other creatures, there were many indescribable and unspeakable terrifying creatures. Even Savis would feel a chill down his spine at some of them.

This terrifying mental attack is precisely what counters such physically powerful beings.

"Die into an eternal nightmare, you bastard who insults the word 'mage'!"

Two thick, eerie purple-red beams of light, composed entirely of negative spiritual energy, shot out from Savis's palms like two venomous snakes ready to devour their prey, striking Rune's head with pinpoint accuracy. But—

Savis narrowed his eyes. Rune didn't try to interrupt him or dodge at all. Why was that?

But Rune's idea was simple.

If one cannot resist the nightmare itself, how can one become the Lord of Nightmares? Moreover, Rune is confident in his body; during his unconsciousness, any attack will only strengthen one of his resistances, and he is genuinely curious about what his nightmare is.

Therefore, Savis could only admit that Rune had been too arrogant and underestimated him, thus confronting his nightmare directly. A sinister smile appeared on his face.

What good is defeating the dragon? Before the nightmare that strikes at your very soul, you will ultimately become a mad puppet!

However, his smile quickly froze.

Because Rune quickly woke up from his nightmare, and then he stared intently at Savas in front of him.

Rune saw his nightmare as he wished. He saw himself walking down the street, disappearing into the crowd. He saw himself still working overtime at his desk, occasionally responding with a "working overtime" until evening. He saw himself grow old, get sick, and die, finally resting peacefully in his coffin.

Rune realized what he feared most, something that was the opposite of the magical path he was on.

Rune's path of magic is a miracle, turning the impossible into the possible. In his mind, if magic can only do what ordinary people can do, then why should this power be called magic?

What Rune fears is that he never traveled to other universes, but instead became one of the masses, returning to that ordinary person who was powerless to even kill a chicken.

"You have given me the opportunity to see myself clearly, and I will give you a quick death," Rune said calmly.