A chat group for a certain tower warlock

"Huh? You don't know?"

“Yes, I don’t know, and I don’t plan to name it.” Yarman shook his head calmly. “Anyway, no one will accept it if I name it. It’s better to let the users name it. Let the best of the worst be chosen, and the last few names will be the official names of the Dream Realm Energy.”

No updates today, taking a break.

As the title says, no update today, taking a day off.

The author is a bit tired from writing, and has been too busy lately. Will take a break today and resume updates tomorrow.

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Chapter 184: This is a secondary account, it might not be able to win.

Sitting in his chair, Yarman calmly watched the Doctor standing in front of the sand table, exchanging heated opinions with several other officers. He turned his head slightly and whispered to Mostima beside him, "Tell me, with them discussing like this, when do you think they'll start fighting?"

"Hmm? I think it should be about a minute left."

“I think thirty seconds should be enough.” Yarman looked seriously ahead. The two people who were about to touch were shaking their heads slightly as they watched the spectacle. “Almost there, almost there, the fight is about to start… Good!”

Standing by the sand table, unable to reach a consensus, the group, under the pressure of the tense situation and the anxiety of the setbacks at the front, finally started to fight. The batons in their hands became weapons, and they struck their commanders fiercely.

"Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him!"

"Calm down, calm down!"...

Despite everyone's persuasion, the doctor and the others were finally separated and sat back down in front of the sand table to analyze the situation. The doctor concluded that the opposing army was too powerful and that they could not fight head-on. Instead, they should resort to guerrilla warfare, relying on their familiarity with the city to slowly annihilate the enemy forces.

The head of the New Sicily Guard believed that guerrilla warfare was also not feasible. The enemy also had high-energy stone beetle minions. If guerrilla warfare were to begin, ordinary soldiers would suffer heavy casualties and be worn down by the enemy. The current strategy should be to set up fortifications and fight a defensive war based in the inner city.

"Director Daniel, even the walls of New Sicily City have been breached by the enemy. If we don't engage in guerrilla warfare, the inner city will be breached again, and even faster!" The doctor held his baton and pounded it hard on the sand table, producing a series of crisp sounds.

Daniel was not intimidated and retorted without backing down: "With the strength of Rhodes Island members, they can certainly wage guerrilla warfare, but our ordinary soldiers cannot. They have not received guerrilla warfare training, and their urban combat is limited to city defense and a few CQB operations. They will suffer heavy casualties!"

"If our ordinary soldiers are all killed, what will we rely on to defend? This is an entire city, not just a dozen or so houses. We will be wiped out as quickly as a meteor."

Both stared at each other, and finally sighed helplessly. The doctor looked at the other and knew that it was impossible to persuade him. The two had completely different military philosophies, and the conversation was like talking to a brick wall. However, in order to unite the other side, he had no choice but to compromise.

“Okay, Director Daniel, how about this?” The Doctor looked at the Lupo opposite him and said seriously, “Rhodes Island’s team will operate independently, conducting guerrilla warfare against the local forces in the outer city, while your army builds defensive positions in the inner city and begins to steadily expand outwards into the occupied territory. What do you think?”

"...Alright, let's do it this way. New Sicily City will provide all the weapons and supplies needed by Rhodes Island, and at the same time, the military structural blueprints of New Sicily City will be shared with you." Director Daniel slowly picked up a cigarette, took a puff, and agreed to the Doctor's plan without saying anything more.

"Rhodes Island will depart immediately to buy you time to build fortifications in your inner city. Also, we will only be engaged for three hours. After that, the Cataclysm will arrive."

Sigh, three hours, a natural disaster is coming, this is really a headache, I need to hurry!

“New Sicily will provide limited artillery support; all Rhodes Island needs to do is provide the location.” Daniel frowned slightly, stood up with a cigarette in his mouth, and said, “Please take the field communication equipment we provide.”

After reaching an agreement, the two shook hands and immediately began preparing for the next steps. Daniel immediately gave orders for the soldiers to set up defensive fortifications along the inner city, while the Doctor began to gather the Rhodes Island crew.

Looking at the travel-worn group, the doctor first gave a brief speech, distributed the communication equipment that Daniel had sent to everyone, and quickly assigned each group to their combat area.

"No matter what, you must come back alive!"

"Yes, Doctor!"

Watching the Rhodes Island team leave, Yarman sighed softly and patted the Doctor, who stood there like a stone statue, his face full of worry and confusion.

"Stop looking, hurry up and get to the control room, their locations are all up there."

"...Phew, I...okay, I'll go first." The doctor nodded absentmindedly, turned and walked away. He had only gone halfway when he suddenly turned back and asked, "What about you two?"

"The two of us?" Yarman suddenly laughed. "We're going to go and have a go at the Black Pharaoh's Society, and see if we can take him down in one go!"

"Really?!"

How would I know?

"But there are two of you, and he's only one. That should be enough, right?" the doctor said, suddenly realizing.

Yarman and Mostima exchanged a glance, and he said in confusion, "Although there are two of us, we are both just alt accounts. I don't know why you are so confident in our newly created alt accounts."

"...?!"

“Yes, we just created these alt accounts a few days ago.” Yarman looked at the Doctor and smiled. “To be honest, we don’t even have as much confidence in ourselves as you do.”

"...No way, really?"

After hearing Yarman's words, the doctor felt dizzy. This was probably going to be a big problem. A natural disaster was coming soon. The soldiers couldn't defeat the enemy, and their own high-end combat power was no match for them. What was the point of fighting?

"By the way, do you have any Originium?" Mostima leaned against Yarman and said casually, "If I had Originium, maybe I could give him a good beating!"

"Huh? Why?"

"A natural disaster is coming!" Mostima glanced at the sky and said in a vacant tone, "The concentration of Originium particles in the air is getting higher and higher. This is a major boon for Originium mages. The power of their spells can be greatly increased. With a little effort, increasing it seven or eight times is not a problem!"

"So many, okay, here you go!" The Doctor promptly tossed an Originium to Mostima.

After catching the Originium, Mostima led Yarman toward the outer city. She waved behind her, "We'll be back around six o'clock. Remember to leave us some food."

"You must come back alive!"

Ignoring the doctor's shouts behind him, Yarman continued walking forward, shaking his head. "No matter what we do, we can't possibly die there!"

“That’s true.” Mostima put her arm around Yarman’s shoulder and gently tossed the Originium in her hand. “Originium is really a wonderful thing. By the way, can you use Originium magic now?”

“Yes, and it’s very convenient.” Yarman patted his body. His entire body was made of Originium, but he was made of flesh and blood when he used the power of the Dream Realm.

Without the power of the Dream Realm, his body would be a huge pile of Originium, the kind with extremely high radiation intensity, the kind that would multiply wildly if scattered on the ground.

Therefore, killing a Dream God is actually quite dangerous; one can easily contract Oripathy if one is not careful.

Have you found where that person is?

"It's near the city gate. By the way, have your chief inspectors arrived yet?"

"After the natural disaster comes the coming."

Chapter 185: From one end of the street to the other, none could withstand his attack.

“I feel that their guerrilla warfare is not really guerrilla warfare, but more like street fighting.” Yarman casually crushed the head of a soldier in his hand, shook the sand off his hands, and frowned slightly. “Thirty thousand men, all rushing towards the inner city, there is really no room for tactical maneuvering.”

“I don’t know, but they’re pretty bold.” Mostima looked at the sky. “With so many of them, how could they possibly escape the natural disaster? If they couldn’t, wouldn’t they all be smashed to pieces?”

“I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter.” Yarman continued walking forward. “As long as the Originium crystals aren’t too big, they won’t really have any effect on these desert soldiers. Their bodies can handle them, and as for those cult mages… they have even less to fear.”

"Why? Aren't they human?"

“You’re right about that, they really aren’t human anymore.” Yarman walked up to the corpse of a cult mage who had collapsed on the ground, and casually used a spell to cut open his chest, revealing the still writhing nerve tissue, the Originium-modified muscle tissue of the Dream Realm, and the mechanized or ethereal internal organs.

He beckoned to Mostima, “Come and take a look. Do you think this is even human? It’s dead and still won’t stop. Mechanized and ethereal internal organs, and these disgusting muscles and nerves.”

"How can the Dream Realm do this?" Mostima crouched down, picked up a small knife, poked at the corpse, and examined its various tissues. Her brows furrowed slightly. This was truly bizarre. The extent to which the Dream Realm distorted real-world beings exceeded her imagination.

A person is dead, but their bodily tissues are still alive and functioning normally, even more smoothly than when they were alive. So, are they dead or alive?

Do you know what's going on here?

"I do not know."

"But aren't you the creator of the Dream Realm? How could you not know that!"

“You never know how users will use your product.” Yarman shrugged and said helplessly, “Like my book, ‘Principles and Applications of Addictive Drugs,’ which I keep in the Canaan Library, the most frequent readers are not medical scholars, but chefs, bartenders, and food seasoning merchants.”

"I originally intended to write this book to advance the fields of medicine and toxicology, but it ended up actually advancing culinary science, cooking, and food chemistry."

Hearing this, Mostima nodded speechlessly. Indeed, users from all over the world will always use your product in ways you would never expect, and end up with some strange results.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore, let's move on." Suddenly, a few sparks appeared in Yarman's hand, landed on the corpse, and instantly ignited into a raging fire, burning the corpse to ashes in just a few seconds.

Seeing the body suddenly reduced to ashes, Mostima stood up, casually tossed the knife aside, and continued walking forward. "How far are we from him?"

"It's probably still more than twenty kilometers!" Yarman said uncertainly, looking into the distance. "He keeps moving around, I don't know what he's doing, but no matter how he moves, he can't escape me... I understand!"

"Why……"

"Bong!"

A deafening explosion rang out in the distance, passing through numerous houses between them. When it reached their ears, it was still full of power, demonstrating the force of the shell.

"Now you know why, right? The heavy artillery in the inner city has opened fire."

"They won't be able to kill him, will they?"

"He blew up a whole bunch of warriors and wizards around him, oh, the ones in the middle were blown to bits." Yarman suddenly remarked, "Physical attacks aren't safe or useless against the power of the Dream Realm!"

"Physical exorcism?"

“That’s not quite right. They’re not ghosts. They’re just…” Yarman stood there, thought for a moment, and then cautiously said, “Humans who have been severely corrupted by the Dream Realm, or those who aspire to become Dream Realm creatures, or those who hope to use the power of the Dream Realm more.”

"So they are people?"

"No, look at that corpse just now, was that a person?"

"Then what are they?"

"They...they should be nothing."

“That’s a good summary.” Mostima listened in silence for a moment, then nodded seriously.

The two walked down the street as if no one else was around, chatting as they dealt with the Originium Bugs that surrounded them, as well as some strange humanoid creatures transformed from Oripathy patients.

Mostima casually smashed an infected person, his brow furrowing slightly. "They're growing in number the more they fight. They conquer a place, convert the locals, and gain a huge number of auxiliary troops."

Hearing Mostima's words, Yarman didn't respond. He didn't know what method the Black Pharaoh had used, but it seemed that the cost of converting a person wasn't particularly high, especially for an infected person.

By simply adjusting the properties of the Originium within the infected individuals, it is possible to connect to the subspace, and with just a little manipulation, their bodies can be directly modified.

However... since it's about modification, can I modify them too?

"Wait a minute!" Yarman stopped Mostima, who was about to wipe out all the infected. He slowly opened his arms, and instantly, he transformed into a small sun, with endless white light shining around, illuminating the dark, gloomy moving city as if it were a sunny day.

The power of the dream realm mingled with the light, and the vast spiritual power, like a sharp sword, easily penetrated the infected's body, washing away the energy from the Black Pharaoh that had solidified within, and replacing it with his own information and power.

"Boom!" ×n

Just as he was about to complete the final step, all the infected who had undergone the modification spontaneously combusted. The black flames, like a persistent affliction, burned their bodies, along with Yarman's power, to ashes.

"..."×2

The two exchanged a glance. Yarman paused, then sneered, "That's ruthless, Black Pharaoh. That's a truly ruthless method. At the very last moment after being turned, he was burned to ashes."

"What about the rest?"

"End their suffering."

“Okay!” Mostima slowly raised her hand, and a constantly surging fireball appeared in her hand. Fire snakes surged out of it and crashed into the infected and Originium bugs around them, leaving ashes in their wake.

"Phew, problem solved, let's go."

Mostima continued walking forward. At this point, only the two of them remained alive on the entire street; everything else had been burned to ashes and vanished into thin air with the wind.

They hadn't walked far when they were stopped by a squad of black-armored soldiers. Judging from the deep black armor, as dark as the starry sky, and their height, which was clearly greater than that of ordinary black-armored soldiers, it was obvious that these soldiers had been enhanced.

Looking at the black-armored soldiers standing in a square formation opposite him, blocking the entire street like a mountain range, Yarman's expression remained calm. "It seems we've already been noticed."

“These soldiers look much stronger than the Lontinim city defense force!” Mostima exclaimed sincerely. These were all soldiers armed with melee weapons, but their imposing presence when standing together was as heavy as a mountain.

"Enough said. No matter how good it is, it's not ours." Yarman slowly raised his staff, looking at the heavily armored soldiers advancing towards them. "Prepare for battle!"

"Looks like we'll have to fight our way from one end of the street to the other!"

Chapter 186: In this city, you and I will split the profits 30/70.

"Bong!"

A fireball as hot and dazzling as a star crashed into the army formation like a meteorite. The gushing molten lava, carrying the energy of the Dream Realm, instantly vaporized the black-armored soldiers. At the same time, the Dream Realm power within the soldiers was also expelled, creating a neat vacuum zone in the army formation.

"Sigh, why send these soldiers to stop us?" Yarman casually flicked his hand, and black and red electricity cut through the air, accurately striking the black-armored soldiers who surrounded him. The soldiers who were hit shuddered and turned into fine sand on the ground. "These people can't stop us at all."

Mostima, on the other hand, did it even simpler. One strange spell after another came out of her staff, killing the soldiers one by one. To her, these soldiers were like a bunch of test subjects, used to test whether her spells were effective. But judging from the soldiers' reactions, these spells were very powerful.

A few minutes later, the entire army formation vanished into thin air, leaving only the two of them on the street. They walked across the charred sand covering the ground and continued forward. This time, there was a chariot at the end of the street, with a man in black robes standing on it.

Standing atop the chariot, the Black Pharaoh quietly watched the two figures approaching him. He understood their intentions: if he could eliminate them before the cataclysm struck, everything else would be much easier.

"Two hours and fifteen minutes later, the catastrophe will come," the Black Pharaoh suddenly said. He stared at the two people walking towards him, gently removed the hood from his head, and his long, black hair fluttered in the wind. His black robe seemed to come alive, rippling like waves in the strong wind.

Seeing the two figures already standing before him, the Black Pharaoh slightly raised his hand, blocking the restless Black Warrior and Vasily beside him. These were not enemies they could face.

"It seems you two intend to take advantage of this time before the natural disaster to kill me." The Black Pharaoh looked at the two as if he were discussing with an ordinary street vendor, his tone completely calm. "I don't know what you two want, but please listen to me before you make your move."

"...Okay, just one sentence, keep it simple."

“We will sacrifice this city to the Dreamland, and the energy returned by the Dreamland will be divided between you and me, 30/70.” The Black Pharaoh looked at the two people in front of him and said calmly, “You two will take 70%, and I will take 30%.”

"..."×2

Looking at the two silent figures, the Black Pharaoh's tone gradually became vast and majestic, his powerful voice seemingly coming from all directions and echoing throughout the world, "The Dream Realm has just been formed, and the gods have not yet been born. We were born first and have taken full advantage of the situation, so we must naturally accelerate our growth in order to take another step forward."