There's a big problem with dreams in this world.

The Demon King only noticed the Wind Sprite's figure at this moment. He ran towards Laura in a rage, but was blocked by Ella the next moment.

"The battle isn't over yet, where do you think you're going?" Ella asked seriously, holding her greatsword.

"Go away!"

The Demon King had no intention of engaging Ella in a prolonged battle; instead, he unleashed his full power to try and defeat her.

However, Ella was no pushover either. She swung her greatsword horizontally, completely blocking the Demon King's attacks.

The barrier beside Laura gradually dimmed. Sensing the magic circle extinguishing, the Demon King was as furious as a raging lion. Faced with the Demon King's complete outburst, even Ella could only barely put up a fight.

However, this outburst was short-lived. Soon after, the Demon King's subsequent attacks gradually weakened, and Ella even found an opportunity to strike him in the chest with her sword.

"boom!"

The purple barrier was instantly shattered into pieces by the greatsword, which then struck the Demon King's breastplate.

He retreated swiftly, leaving a huge scratch on the Demon King's armor, from which streaks of crimson blood seeped out.

Am I bleeding?

The Demon King brought his hand, which had been pressed against his chest, to his eyes. He looked at the bright red blood on his gauntlet and the now completely vanished moon projection, and his expression calmed down.

Do you think I will fail?

The Demon King raised his head, looked up at the sky through the device above his head, and said those words to someone unknown.

"No, I will not fail!"

"I can't fail either!"

"The souls of my ancestors are burning within me; I cannot allow myself to fail like this!"

As the Demon King spoke, his armor emitted a pure white light, and several black figures stood beside him.

"Children of the demon race, even in death, you shall die standing!"

"Survival of the fittest, that's all."

"Fight for the future of the demon race!"

"The gods believe they can defeat us!"

"........"

A voice, whether male or female, rang in the Demon King's ears. The power left behind by countless ancestors before their deaths burned within him. At this moment, his power reached its strongest point in history!

"If that's not enough, how about adding this?" the Demon King said in a deep voice.

The device on the ceiling had somehow been aimed at the Demon King, and the bright moonlight shone down, causing a large amount of elemental energy to flow into the Demon King's body like a river.

Blood-red hair emerged from behind the Demon King's helmet, and a pair of enormous ram horns pierced through the helmet, revealing themselves—a spontaneous change that occurred after his body absorbed a large amount of energy.

The earth seemed to tremble in fear of the demon king's power. Ella felt the power emanating from the demon king's body, and her arms trembled uncontrollably.

"Such terrifying power..."

Pressing down on her trembling arm, Ella turned to look at Laura, a resolute glint in her eyes.

"I won't lose!"

"Don't lose!"

The young man below the stage, upon seeing the Demon King who now resembled a demon god, couldn't help but clench his fists. At that moment, he had forgotten that what he was witnessing was just an opera, and that even if he lost, it wouldn't have any impact on reality.

Besides the young man, the other audience members were also holding their breath for the two girls on stage, their expressions becoming tense.

The Demon King looked at the whip, destroyed by the overwhelming energy within him, a flicker of heartache crossing his eyes before vanishing. He tossed the whip to the ground, his voice icy:

"I don't need this anymore."

He raised his hand and pointed slightly at Ella. The next moment, a suffocating weight slammed down on Ella's body.

"Humph!"

With a muffled groan, Ella silently and slowly retreated to stand in front of her sister, Laura.

"Holy Sword Stormbreaker, unleash your full power! I need your power to protect my dearest ones," Ella murmured.

A faint light appeared on the greatsword, but unfortunately, the light was not strong.

Ella was stunned when she saw this, and at that moment, a voice rang in her mind.

"You're not enlightened enough!"

Upon hearing this voice, Fang Qingrou's eyes widened involuntarily. She felt that the Holy Sword's words were meant for her.

"My awareness is not enough..."

This scene wasn't originally in the script, but at this moment, the Holy Sword said that her resolve was insufficient.

She knew why, because to her, it was just a dream. Even if they failed, neither she nor Lu Qing would die; they would only be punished by the game.

She thought that as long as she followed the script, nothing would happen, but who could have imagined that a single line in the script would require her to actually make the corresponding commitment?

There was no time to think, because the Demon King's attack was already upon her. Fang Qingrou had no choice; without time to consider, she used the skill she was to unleash in the next part of the script.

"Eternal protection!" she shouted the name of the magic.

Intense elemental fluctuations appeared, and a massive tower shield materialized in front of the two. The incredibly sharp elemental holy sword, Stormbreaker, was thrust straight into the front of the tower shield, protecting Ella and Lola behind them.

However, this level of elemental fluctuation was incredibly weak compared to the vast black magical power before them...

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Chapter 103: The Wind Spirit's Bow

Looking at the stark contrast of colors on the stage, the young man subconsciously held his breath.

An overwhelming surge of magic crashed down on Ella and Laura, causing the massive elemental tower shield to tremble violently, cracks appearing at the points of attack, as if it would shatter at any moment.

"Is this all the enlightenment you have?" The voice of the Holy Sword entered Fang Qingrou's mind.

Emotions are also a form of power. This is an inscription Fang Qingrou wrote on the stone tablet beneath the Holy Sword when she obtained it in the previous script.

She didn't think much of it at the time, but it wasn't until this moment that she understood the meaning of those words.

Feeling the shield crumbling, Fang Qingrou gritted her teeth and poured all the power in her body into the holy sword.

However, the only result of doing so was that the cracks in the shield healed a little faster and it briefly emitted light again, like a last gasp before death.

In less than two seconds, the light on the shield dimmed again, and the cracks on it reappeared.

"What are you fighting for?!" The Holy Sword's voice turned somewhat angry.

Fang Qingrou pursed her lips, unsure how to answer.

What was she fighting for?

To become a Dream Summoner?

Yes, but her desire to become a Dream Summoner was nothing more than a naive fantasy of a little girl. Like most young people who become Dream Summoners, she simply didn't think this profession was good.

The only difference between her and most other young people is that she has talent and actually completed several low-level dreams, but that's all. In terms of enlightenment, she doesn't have much.

A hint of confusion flashed in Fang Qingrou's eyes, and she closed them slightly.

"Is the dream going to fail?" she wondered.

"Open your eyes!" The Holy Sword's voice suddenly rang out, startling Fang Qingrou awake. She looked at the Holy Sword in her hand and smiled bitterly.

"I actually got a lesson from a sword in my dream..." she thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile.

"Ugh."

Holy Sword sighed, his tone softening again. He said to Fang Qingrou, "Turn around and look behind you."

Fang Qingrou turned her head and looked at the body behind her that was enveloped in wind elements.

"Little deer..."

As she softly uttered the other person's name, Fang Qingrou suddenly realized that this dream was not just hers alone. If she failed, she would not be the only one punished; Lu Qing would also be punished for failing the dream.

And the reason for the failure was still because of myself!

Thinking of this, the light on the holy sword suddenly brightened, and upon seeing this, the holy sword immediately continued:

"You've been fighting all this time because of her, haven't you?"

"She's your family, how can you bear to let her die like this?"

"Think carefully about what your purpose is!"

Although the Holy Sword is just a sword, it is a sword spirit that has lived for over a hundred years and has a wealth of life experience. With just a few words, it rekindled Fang Qingrou's fighting spirit.

Feeling the rapidly growing awareness, the light on the holy sword became even more dazzling. For a moment, the light on the elemental shield actually forced the overwhelming magic power back a step.

But that's not enough!

Holy Sword felt a little nervous, but he had already said what he needed to say. Whether he could hold on or not depended on others.

"Don't disappoint me," the Holy Sword thought to itself.

Meanwhile, in Fang Qingrou's inner world, intense clashes were constantly taking place.

She is not Ella, and Lu Qing is not Laura, nor are they sisters. Fang Qingrou cannot bring out the same level of awareness that Ella had in the script.

It's somewhat possible that the consequences of failing the dream would lead to their deaths, but unfortunately, low-level dream punishments don't kill people.

Once you know you won't die, it's hard to muster all your resolve.

However, Fang Qingrou was unwilling to accept defeat, or perhaps, when she wanted to give up, some strange emotions in her heart prevented her from doing so.

Images flashed through my mind, each one representing an event that occurred during this dream, and in every single one of these images, Lu Qing's figure appeared!

Recalling Lu Qing's behavior in this dream, Fang Qingrou felt a pang of sadness.

"Xiao Lu is too outstanding."

"I only participated in a dream once."

"I was the one who became a Dream Caller first."

"Mingming, I am the one who wanted to guide her as an elder in this dream."

Thoughts that she usually suppressed or tried not to think about suddenly surfaced in her mind. Fang Qingrou felt like she was jealous, but she couldn't help it because the feeling of being crushed by her friend was just too unbearable.

In particular, before she came of age, she had always been the one to protect Lu Qing as the eldest sister.