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Chapter 459 As if falling into an abyss

Block the connection between them.

It also blocked the Eye of Dreams' last chance to escape.

Although Erin's mental prison was cleaved open by the Nightmare Sword in the next second, that one second's difference allowed the Flame of Civilization to fall on the Dream Gate that was trying to leave with the Eye of Dreams.

In an instant.

The dream gate, tainted by the flames of civilization, began to twist and deform under the burning flames that contained all the hopes, passions, and fervor of a civilization.

"The Gate to Dreams... No!"

The Eye of Dreams, which had just shattered the prison of the mind with a single sword strike, had no time to feel the joy of breaking free when it saw the Dream Gate, twisted and deformed by the flames of civilization.

A dream gate twisted like this cannot possibly be used to jump to a specific dream.

I'm afraid that the moment I get close, I'll be pulled and torn apart by that distorted dream power.

Even if I were lucky enough to activate the distorted dream gate, I would probably be directly teleported to the depths of the dream sea by the unstable dream power.

Although the Eye of Dreams is naturally the darling of dreams, it probably cannot hold out for long against the deep layers of dreams in the ocean of dreams, which are constructed by the consciousness of countless living beings, twisted into unrecognizable shapes, and even contain countless dream monsters.

This,

It's still the luckiest possibility.

The most likely scenario is that as soon as it approaches the Dream Gate, it will be tainted by the terrifying flames attached to the Dream Gate and burned into nothingness.

He looked at the terrifying heavenly fire that had destroyed his escape route and was about to nail him to this shallow dream.

The Dream Eye amplified the fear of death a thousandfold, and a frenzied aura instantly rose from his body.

Driven by the fear of death.

The Dream Eye, glowing green, had its rationality completely devoured by the madness buried deep within its eyes.

"You lowly human, you dare to dream of killing the great Eye of Dreams? Keep dreaming!"

"So what if they're children of death? They'll all be buried with me!"

"The abyss...has descended!"

Just as the raging flames of civilization fell from all directions, attempting to extinguish the Eye of Dream that it had surrounded.

Before the flame of civilization could even approach.

The enormous eye, now completely consumed by madness, the Eye of Dreams, recklessly detonated its core.

"Pfft!"

With a barely perceptible sound, an invisible wave surged from the shattered Dream Core of the Eye of Dreams.

In an instant, it pierced through the barriers of one dream after another, triggering one special dream after another that was marked by its own imprint.

The Eye of Dreams itself shattered into pure energy carriers, transforming into countless dark blue dream butterflies.

Although the Eye of Dreams, in order to make Erin pay the price, frantically detonated its own core and shattered its own will, if these dark blue dream butterflies were to escape...

Someday in the future.

There is a possibility that this dream eye might be revived.

raging!

However, before the shattered dream butterflies could disperse, the fiercely burning flames of civilization engulfed each and every dream butterfly that symbolized the power of the dream's origin.

Then, those dream butterflies, along with the nightmare sword that emitted vibrant colors, were melted into the fire of civilization.

"What a pity."

Through the transparent portal of wills, Erin witnessed the process of the Nightmare Sword being melted, and inwardly sighed with regret.

In that brief exchange, the Nightmare Sword displayed tremendous power.

Seeing such a powerful short sword melted away, Erin couldn't help but feel a pang of regret.

but.

Although it's a bit of a pity, he wouldn't be willing to let Erin keep this Nightmare Sword either.

After all, Erin, who was seeing the Dream Eye for the first time, had no idea what abilities or trump cards this strange creature possessed.

It's even more unclear how it relates to the Nightmare Sword.

Rather than risk leaving behind this powerful little sword, Erin would much rather kill the Dream Eye completely.

Anyway, Erin doesn't lack powerful weapons right now.

raging!

Under the unexpected burning of the flame of civilization, in the shallow dream where Erin and the Eye of Dream had just clashed.

Whether it was the Dream Butterfly left by the Eye of Dream, the Nightmare Sword, or the dream itself, they all melted away rapidly in the flames of civilization.

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The lower level of the furnace.

Trisk, the dwarf in charge of guarding the food storage of the Forge, lay on a burlap sack full of flour and patted his belly contentedly.

I am a warehouse keeper.

There's nothing more gratifying than seeing a warehouse overflowing with food reserves.

If it really exists.

That is, among the food in this warehouse, there was at least half a warehouse of fine wine.

With that in mind, Trisk unscrewed his portable water bottle and took a satisfying sip of Asgardian golden goat milk wine.

A qualified warehouse manager certainly knows how to "reasonably" treat himself to extra meals.

As for drinks and such, needless to say.

and this.

It was a privilege that all the dwarves on the entire Forge envied.

"Gulp."

After taking a sip of golden goat milk wine, Trisk, who had closed his eyes contentedly, suddenly yawned.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him, and his rough eyelids felt as if they were weighed down with lead, and he fell into a deep sleep.

As Trisk closed his eyes, the small jug he held to his chest suddenly tilted, and golden goat milk wine, with its milky aroma, trickled out of the jug's spout like a stream.

Glug, glug!

Just as the milky-scented liquor soaked Triske's chest.

In a daze, Trisk, who seemed to be enveloped by seawater, suddenly opened his eyes.

The next second, he found himself in a strange ocean with vibrant colors.

Just as Triske subconsciously swung his hands, trying to swim towards the faintly lit "shallow sea" above.

Beneath his body, in the pitch-black depths of the sea, a terrifying suction force suddenly emanated.

Dragging his body downwards, the lower levels... were soon swallowed by the darkness of the deep sea...

As his body continued to fall, endless pressure surged from all directions, causing Triske, who was already panicked and terrified, to feel a sense of despair.

Trisk, who used to have a fondness for the sea, had never felt the terror of the ocean as he did now!

Do not!

This is not the ocean.

I'm still on the Furnace. This is a dream, this is a dream!

May your heart be blessed.

Just as he was surrounded by despair, Triske, realizing he was dreaming, suddenly felt a surge of joy at being saved from a desperate situation.

"This is a dream. This is just the deep sea in the dream. This is not real."

"Wake up! Wake up!"

Amidst repeated shouts and roars, Trisk not only failed to awaken, but was instead dragged by that terrifying gravitational force into the next level of the dream sea.

This feeling of knowing it's a dream but being unable to wake up no matter what means he tries brought Triske an even deeper despair!

After sinking for an unknown amount of time, Trisk suddenly saw the outline of a colossal creature vaguely emerging in the dark depths of the dreamlike sea below.

Then, the enormous thing suddenly cracked open.

No, that wasn't a crack, but a gigantic, terrifying eyeball.

The moment he saw that terrifying eyeball, an indescribable fear suddenly gripped Trisk's mind.

"No!"

After a piercing scream, Trisk, whose body had been convulsing in the warehouse, suddenly stopped moving as if he were dead.

Meanwhile, Trisk fell completely silent.

A powerful force of dreams, at the cost of exhausting Trask's dreams and even his life, suddenly spread outwards from Trask in all directions.

The two dwarves who were standing by the warehouse door yawned shortly after being swept by this dream power, then slid down against the warehouse door and fell into a deep sleep.

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Not just Trisk.

At the moment when the Eye of Dream self-destructed.

On the Forge, the dwarves, unknowingly branded by the Eye of Dream within their dreams, were enslaved by the dream world.

It was like a remote-controlled bomb that had been activated by a remote control.

They were all set to explode.

One, two, three...

Soon, a dream disaster broke out on the Forge. One by one, the detonated dream bombs exploded, and the sudden burst of dream power dragged the surrounding dwarves into a deep sleep.

Through dreams, carrying the spirit and will of these dwarves, they plunged together into the deep sea of ​​dreams—a beautiful, dazzling, yet absurd and bizarre ocean constructed by countless beings.

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Furnace No. 1, outside the control center.

A relatively thin dwarf suddenly tilted his neck without warning and fell to the ground.

As the dwarf beside him instinctively stepped forward to help him up, a fierce dream force surged from his body, dragging the consciousness of the dwarf who helped him up, as well as several other dwarves around him, into the deep sea of ​​dreams.

This plunged the dwarves into despair.

"not good."

With his mind focused and constantly on guard against strange events, King Etri, the dwarf, realized something was wrong the moment the dwarf collapsed without warning.

The next second, the surging dream power that instantly dragged four or five dwarves into a deep sleep further confirmed his guess.

Just as the remaining power of the dream continued to sweep across the land, about to drag more dwarves into the dream world...

A giant, flaming fist suddenly slammed down.

He shattered the invisible dream power with a single punch.

But before the dwarf king Etri could even catch his breath...

On the other side, another dwarf suddenly collapsed without warning, and then another surge of dream power erupted.

"Bourne".

Upon witnessing this scene, the dwarf king Etri roared in anger, attempting to get the dwarf elder, who was not far from the dwarf, to intervene and resolve the surging dream power.

Available in the next second.

King Eitel of the Dwarves then witnessed a scene that made his eyes widen in horror.

Before Bronzebeard, the dwarf elder whom he had always regarded as his right-hand man, could make a move, Bronzebeard, whose body was almost square but looked exceptionally strong and powerful, suddenly began to sway precariously.

He struggled for a while, but could not stop Bourne's increasingly heavy eyelids.

"king······"

Burn Bronzebeard gave the Dwarf King a wry smile before closing his eyes forever.

Followed by.

A dream power more than ten times stronger than that of the previous dwarves erupted from the dwarf elder Burn Bronzebeard.

"Bourne..."

Amidst the dwarf king Etri's roar, filled with boundless rage, a beam of civilization, seemingly imbued with endless hope, suddenly swept out from the control room.

Not only did it dispel the dream power emanating from Burn Bronzebeard, but it also dispelled the dream power emanating from the other dwarves who had suddenly fallen into a deep sleep. The CD containing countless hopes, as if countless people were chanting within it, was also dispelled.

Followed by.

This beam of civilization swept across every corner of the Forge with lightning speed.

It dispelled the dream power emanating from each and every "dream bomb".

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After half an hour.

He personally led a team to clean every corner of the Furnace.

He carried one "sleeping" dwarf after another to the control center, where the dwarf king's face was ashen and his expression extremely unpleasant.

One, two... fifty-seven.

Looking at the fifty-seven dwarves lying on the ground in a deep sleep, Erin shook his head silently.

Although the Forge was large, apart from the dwarves who remained in Asgard, the total number of dwarves, including the Dwarf King, was only one hundred and twenty-five.

This dream disaster nearly wiped out half of the dwarves on the Forge.

And how could this not make the Dwarf King uncomfortable?

Not to mention, among these dwarves lying on the ground were heavyweights like the dwarf elder Bronzebeard.

"Dream Eye, damn it, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, such a dangerous dream creature wouldn't have been born on the Forge."

"If it weren't for me, Bourne and the others wouldn't have been enslaved by this damned Dream Eye."

"Damn it, damn it..."

Watching the dwarf king, enraged, repeatedly pound the floor with his fists, creating dents in the steel floor of the Furnace.

Feeling that if the Dwarf King continued to smash things like that, the Forge would eventually break down. Erin stepped forward and spoke up:

"Blame you? Shouldn't we blame that evil god's eye that brought you disaster?"

"If it weren't for that evil god's eye, your arm wouldn't have been contaminated, and there wouldn't be such a strange creature as the Dream Eye on the Forge."

"If it were me, instead of wasting time being impotent and furious here, I would rather think of a way to deal with the evil god's eye, the source of all the disasters."

"Of course, before that, we can also wake up some of the people on the ground."

(End of this chapter)