Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 42 Nightmare Dragon

The Elf King used the unknown authority he possessed, and the ancient Sun God also made a reasonable response.

The eyes within the shadowy curtain opened, and the aura of "corruption" caused a change in the ocean formed by sunlight.

A dark and viscous aura of decay arose out of nowhere, merging into the sunlight and turning the pure-colored sea of ​​sunlight into a dark and profound darkness.

The sun, which has always been the nemesis of evil, did not purify these "corrupted" energies, but instead merged with them, becoming a deep and dark ocean.

"The Chaos Sea?!" Truman was shocked; that deep ocean really did resemble the Chaos Sea.

"If we add the dragon's 'mind,' the tyrant's 'ocean,' and the white tower's 'knowledge,' it would be even more like it..."

Sure enough, everything was traceable.

The Elf King and the Ancient Sun God were locked in a stalemate once again. The Elf King was powerless to break the deadlock, while the Ancient Sun God was also on guard against other ancient gods.

This battle will likely last a long time, until all eyes are drawn here.

……

Around the same time the giants launched their attack on the Elf Kingdom, the Giant King confronted the Phoenix, and Truman faced natural disasters, some other places were also taking action.

The timing was extremely clever; the Imaginary Dragon had gone beyond the Elf Sea, and even the Demon King was crawling out of the abyss due to the turmoil in the sea.

No one cares about anything outside of the war of gods anymore.

This is a human city-state outside the City of Miracles.

Looking up from here, you can see that miraculous city suspended in the air, never touching the ground.

This was a genuine miracle, which led the people of this region to worship dragons madly, giving rise to a remarkable dragon culture.

However, the gods did not care. In their eyes, humans were too insignificant, and their worship was meaningless to the dragons.

With the existence of the Imaginary Dragon, the entire dragon race's need for faith has been reduced to a minimum, and humans have no value in their eyes.

The gaze of the Imaginary Dragon never fell upon this place; when a giant dragon occasionally flew by, it would only glance at it with the same look it would give when counting food.

Occasionally, when someone makes a sacrifice, the dragon will descend to the ground and swallow a few "offers" who are filled with fear or surprise.

When the dragons are in a good mental state, they will respond, listen to the human's requests, and accomplish some simple tasks.

When the dragon's mental state is poor, it will bring disasters such as frost, storms, and fire. The more fearful the humans are, the more elaborate the rituals may become. The simultaneous prayers of more humans also help the dragon stabilize its own state.

On the edge of the city's influence lies a city-state that even the other dragons dare not approach.

This is the territory of the Nightmare Dragon Alshogod.

Nightmare dragons are quite unique among dragons, and their personalities are even more vicious than those of ordinary evil dragons. They take pleasure in dominating the minds of living beings and making them act according to their own will.

These creatures are naturally difficult to perceive and unable to break free from; they will think that it is their own thought, and the final outcome is the most terrifying and horrifying nightmare.

"Roar!" A silent roar echoed in the collective subconscious of everyone in this nightmare city.

A strange power was swirling within, causing everyone's minds to go wild, gradually forgetting their inner thoughts and preparing for a frenzied dance with the monster.

"Go to sleep." Before the classic drama of father killing son and son killing father unfolds, starlight falls from the night sky, plunging everyone into a deep sleep and granting them a moment of peace.

"Who!?" A dragon's roar echoed throughout the city, and a dragon's head emerged from the illusory ocean of subconsciousness.

A figure slowly emerged, a beautiful figure dressed in a dark yet shimmering black robe, with a hood and a light veil covering her eyebrows and eyes.

"I know you!" The dragon head looked at the slowly emerging hidden angel, a dazzling light flashing in its eyes, and then spoke, "A secret cult among humans!"

"But that's all a lie. I know your true origins," the Nightmare Dragon revealed the Hidden Angel's true identity. "You are an angel under the command of the Goddess of Misfortune!"

"Misfortune betrayed the wolf and seized the greatest benefit..." The Nightmare Dragon repeated the events of that year in a chanting tone.

"Why have you come to my territory!" In an instant, the Nightmare Dragon shrank into the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness, its dragon eyes fixed on the hidden angel, a fierce light flashing within them.

As a "Dragon" pathway sequence one, He lacks none of the characteristics of this pathway.

He observed the hidden angels, searching for an opportunity to strike decisively.

"You want to cooperate with my father God in place of misfortune?" The Nightmare Dragon spoke, controlling the human closest to the Hidden Angel.

"Misfortune will inevitably come upon the giants, and only we dragons can stand against them."

After saying this, the controlled human collapsed, while another person stood up.

"You want to cooperate with us to fight the giants?"

"This is a perfectly reasonable choice; misfortune has seized its only chance of survival!"

The Nightmare Dragon is constantly changing its position in the sea of ​​collective unconsciousness, and also constantly changing the human bodies it controls.

This was cautious enough; apart from his father, there was absolutely no other god who could pinpoint his location.

The opponent was merely a Sequence Two angel.

"The Dragon Path is indeed very powerful." The Hidden Angel spoke for the first time, his voice filled with admiration, indicating a certain degree of agreement with Truman's views. "You truly deserve to be called a 'writer'."

"You think too much."

"Mind control" is completely useless!

The Nightmare Dragon's eyes flashed, and numerous runes on its body shone as it stared intently at the Hidden Angel, an invisible power surging within it.

Every word before was a guide, guiding the mind of this hidden angel. This is the power of the "writer" to guide history, but some invisible force blocked this suggestion.

The nightmare dragon in the sea of ​​the collective unconscious shook its head; it had already left the city of nightmares.

The Nightmare Dragon was fully prepared the moment the Hidden Angel appeared; the one who spoke from the very beginning was his virtual persona.

His true form was later hidden in the depths of the collective unconscious.

Even as the virtual persona was speaking, it was making various arrangements; the "writer's" abilities allowed it to create all sorts of "coincidences."

For example, Herabogen in the City of Miracles discovers by chance that he is not in the City of Miracles and begins his search, turning his attention to the City of Nightmares.

If a battle breaks out here, Herabogen will quickly summon all the dragons of the entire City of Miracles and send them here!

For example, a certain human in the City of Nightmares might unconsciously call out the name of His Father God upon waking up, drawing His Father God's attention.

All of these things have ensured His safety.

"So are you ready?" The Hidden Angel spoke again, this time with a gaze that seemed to penetrate the sea of ​​the collective unconscious, reaching its deepest depths!

(End of this chapter)