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"Otherwise, when the gods are born, even though the world is vast, I'm afraid there will be no place for us to stand! I wonder which religious order you two worship? I imagine you cannot compare to the likes of Lateran, not to mention the countless religious orders and followers on the outer planets. Please think it over!"

After listening to the Black Pharaoh's words, Yarman and Mostima exchanged a glance and smiled at each other. This was no longer their problem; it was just their secondary account. What did the gods of the Dream Realm have to do with them?

Looking at the Black Pharaoh, Yarman smiled and asked with a grin, "Black Pharaoh, I remember that's your name, right? Do you know what a big mistake you've made!"

"Oh? I'd like to hear more about it."

"Kill you, and this city will still be ours!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yarman raised his staff, and a huge fireball flew towards the Black Pharaoh. On the other side, Mostima also raised his staff, and the space instantly became viscous, freezing the Black Pharaoh in place and unable to move!

"Bong!"

“A very powerful spell. No wonder my soldiers were burned to death.” The Black Pharaoh’s voice came from the smoke. Before he finished speaking, the smoke began to surge and was drawn toward the center. As the smoke was completely swallowed up, a deep black hole appeared behind the Black Pharaoh.

"Dreamscape? You can actually penetrate the real world so skillfully." Yarman looked at the Black Pharaoh on the chariot, his eyes slightly solemn. This person's strength was indeed beyond his expectations; the connection was too smooth.

"As long as you two are willing to cooperate with me, I am willing to offer you all the means to utilize the Dream Realm." The Black Pharaoh has not given up on winning over the two yet. Compared to two allies from the Dream Realm, eating a fireball is no big deal. His foundation in this world is still too shallow.

If he receives help from more local deities, his business will make a powerful leap forward.

Looking at the Black Pharaoh, Yarman sighed, "You've made me too embarrassed to take action. Why don't you just commit suicide now, delete your physical body, stop those weird soldiers, and then take your cult to find a place to live a peaceful life? Then we won't make a move."

"As you know, this is impossible." The Black Pharaoh's face turned cold, and the black hole behind him suddenly changed into a small world full of yellow sand and towering pyramids. In the small world, people wearing linen clothes were constantly building new pyramids.

At the edge of that world, a towering golden throne stood, upon which sat a terrifying god identical to the Black Pharaoh, and at the god's feet were kneeling worshippers.

The terrifying deity slowly raised its head, its gaze fixed on the direction where the black hole had opened. Its pupils were as black as ink, yet as dazzling as the sun, like two burning black suns.

Suddenly, the surrounding environment began to change drastically. The originally smooth asphalt and cement road surface was transformed into sandy land covered with the scorching heat of Huangshan Mountain. The surrounding modern houses were instantly dilapidated, as if they had been baptized by endless sandstorms for hundreds of years, bearing the marks of time.

Looking around, Yarman nodded solemnly. The Black Pharaoh was a genius when it came to using the Dream Realm. He had created a divine realm, or rather, a heavenly kingdom on earth, so quickly. The changes in the environment here were not fake. Through the conduction of the source stones in the air, everything that happened here had become real!

In other words, even if the Black Pharaoh is defeated and expelled, New Sicily City cannot return to its original state; in fact, the entire mobile city will have to be replaced, since the city-state's landmass has turned into sand.

As the divine realm stretched ever into the distance, Yarman slowly opened his hands. The Originium particles in the air instantly lit up with a dazzling white light. The white light merged into one, forming a huge barrier between heaven and earth, firmly locking the Black Pharaoh's divine realm within the barrier.

"Hopefully we can minimize the losses," Yarman said helplessly. The expansion of the Black Pharaoh's realm was simply too fast. In just a few dozen seconds, New Sicily City lost eight city-state plots.

Seeing that his divine realm expansion had been blocked, the Black Pharaoh had no objections. He was still reveling in the feeling of becoming stronger. The devoured land had been sacrificed to the Dream Realm, and the Dream Realm had given him a great deal of power in return.

Looking at the two people opposite him, the Black Pharaoh coldly asked, "I'll ask one last time, are you two willing to cooperate with me?"

What is cooperation?

"It means obeying my commands and becoming my servant!"

"I believe you can become our god!"

"It seems you two are unwilling." The Black Pharaoh gently raised his hand, and a sandstorm immediately swept towards the two of them. Seeing the sandstorm, the two of them did not react at all, and Yarman said calmly.

"Then it seems we'll have to settle this with our hands!"

Chapter 187: If you're so tough, why don't you ask yourselves for help?

With a casual fireball, Yarman shattered the sandstorm. He slowly raised his staff, and the entire barrier began to tremble. All the Originium particles began to shine. The power from the natural disaster was drawn by the Originium particles and condensed into deadly flashes of light, gathering strength and ready to be unleashed.

"Unfortunately, the celestial cloud is too thick, obscuring the star. Otherwise, a single convergence salvo would have been enough to melt it." Yarman's expression changed drastically as he watched the scene not far away. He waved his staff, sending tons of dust from the ground into the sky in an attempt to disrupt the air and interfere with the laser.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~!" ×n

Beams of pure white laser light danced in the air, like a rain of light, shooting down onto the battlefield below. The houses and ground in the Black Pharaoh's Realm were easily pierced by the lasers, like butter, leaving small, deep pits in the houses and ground. Soon, the houses turned into grains of sand.

Seeing that even the weakened laser beams, after being reduced by dust, had still ravaged his divine realm, the Black Pharaoh's expression turned grave. The desert began to surge like a sea, and massive desert waves, carrying the power of the Dream Realm, crashed down on the two of them, attempting to bury them alive.

"Whoosh~~ Boom!"

A giant water ball struck the sand wave head-on, instantly halting its momentum. The water ball, like a lump of glue, held the sand within the wave firmly in place, its illusory dream power instantly dissipated, turning into square blocks of glue that fell to the ground, unable to stir up even the slightest ripple.

“That man is indeed worthy of being your subordinate. Even his tortoise shell is exactly the same. It seems you are of the same lineage!” Yarman looked at the Black Pharaoh, who was covered by a thick magical shield to prevent himself from being pierced by the laser, and mocked, “Perhaps you should change your name to Tortoise Pharaoh.”

"...A glib tongue! A rabid barker!"

The Black Pharaoh responded dismissively, and the desert erupted in chaos. Countless grains of sand were hurled into the air, filling the entire barrier with a cloud of dust that blotted out the sun. The laser beams could barely move through the dust; they were swallowed up as soon as they were fired and never reached the ground.

"Well, sir, your laser is ruined!"

"...Hmph! All talk and no action! A bastard who barks and howls!"

Now it was Yarman's turn to curse the other side, but he was helpless. The Black Pharaoh's move was indeed clever. The endless sand within the divine realm was the best anti-laser weapon. As long as enough dust was created, the laser would not be able to reach the ground. He was just using the root of your magic to restrain you.

He looked at Mostima and said, "You're in charge of the spell attacks. I'll go and deal with him!" With that, he drew a longsword from his waist and charged toward the Black Pharaoh. This little guy really didn't have any special features. His only innate spell was light magic, but he couldn't use it right now.

Then we'll have to fight in close combat. Anyway, his martial arts skills aren't weak, and I imagine the opponent...

"Ding-dong!"

The Black Pharaoh stepped back slightly, his staff lightly blocking the attack of Yarman's longsword. Looking at the ferocious-looking man before him, the black-haired Ango smiled ruthlessly. "Sir, do you think I am unskilled in martial arts? As a Pharaoh, I am equally proficient in martial arts!"

"Is that so? Then let's try it!" Yarman turned his sword and slashed down along the long staff, trying to cut off all of the Black Pharaoh's fingers in one stroke.

Seeing this, the Black Pharaoh flicked his wrist, deflecting the sword's edge. He stepped back, and his staff, like a serpent, struck towards Yarman's chest, its surface flashing with a deadly spell.

Yarman also took a step back, then lightly leaped up and landed on the chariot's railing. His longsword trembled slightly, generating strange vibrations. He thrust his sword forward, striking the tip of the staff.

"Dangdang!"

The Black Pharaoh felt a jolt in his hand, and half of his arm went numb. His long staff was almost knocked to the ground by a sword. He quickly withdrew the staff and held it in his left hand.

Seeing the Black Pharaoh's right hand trembling slightly, Yarman jumped off the railing, held his longsword and thrust it forward. A dazzling light shone on the longsword, slicing through the Black Pharaoh's spell with a single strike!

“It seems you are doomed to perish here today.” Yarman stopped and looked at the still-shaken Black Pharaoh opposite him. He pointed around and said with a smile, “Your divine realm is beginning to collapse.”

Sensing the desert spiraling out of control, the Black Pharaoh's expression changed. The descent of the divine realm was indeed eternal, but the divine realm was not necessarily under your control. As long as the power belonging to the Dream Realm was completely expelled, this divine realm would simply be a rather unique region.

Of course, it's possible for a cuckoo to take over another's nest, but if not handled properly, it's possible for a sparrow to take over the cuckoo's nest.

"You... just insist on blocking our way down here?" The Black Pharaoh looked at the two people in front of him, his eyes revealing a terrifying killing intent. He now truly hated these two people for their insistence on opposing him!

Seeing the Black Pharaoh's murderous intent, Yarman snorted coldly, flicked his longsword, and said indifferently, "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve? Use them all now, or you can run for your life. We won't stop you, otherwise... New Sicily City will be your place of demise!"

Mostima responded directly to the Black Pharaoh's words with her actions, sending endless magical threads piercing beneath the divine realm, frantically driving away and shattering the illusory dream power belonging to the Black Pharaoh.

Seeing the two resolute individuals opposite him, the Black Pharaoh lowered his head slightly, his long hair swaying gently behind him. Just as the two were wondering what he still wanted to do, the black hole in the divine realm suddenly stirred.

In the small world beyond the black hole, the terrifying god worshipped by all slowly raised his right hand and stretched it towards the black hole. The finger, which was larger than a land-based warship, touched the black hole, paused slightly, and then suddenly exerted force, forcibly expanding the black hole from a few meters wide to over thirty meters high!

Seeing the black hole suddenly widen, Yarman was startled. He then retreated abruptly, holding his longsword in front of him. Instantly, he was sent flying by the Black Pharaoh's spell, which was greatly enhanced as if he had taken a drug.

"Bong!"

Looking at the Black Pharaoh opposite him, Yarman turned to Mostima and asked, "How are you?"

Mostima tossed aside the magic threads in his hand and shook his head helplessly. "The other side cheated. He cut all my magic threads off and took back control of the divine realm."

"...Sigh, it's alright, the cataclysm is coming soon." Yarman slowly raised his head, looking at the cataclysm that had been brewing and was about to fall. "Let's prepare to retreat and let the cataclysm fight it!"

"Trying to leave? You two, have you asked my permission?"

"Do we need to ask you to leave? Who do you think you are?" Yarman retorted instinctively, then sneered, "If it weren't for your true form in the Dream Realm, your head would already be cut off!"

"Yes, I rely on my true form in the Dream Realm, so what?" the Black Pharaoh said smugly. "If you're so capable, why don't you call out your true forms too!"

"..."×2

Looking at the two silent figures opposite him, the Black Pharaoh said with a ferocious expression, "I will sacrifice you along with the entire city of New Sicily to the Dreamland!"

"Thank you both very much. I will remember you. When I establish my divine court, I will have your portraits and names engraved on a stone tablet!"

"I wonder what your names are, so I can carve tombstones for you!"

Chapter 188: Digging one's own grave and erecting a tombstone is...

“What we call ourselves is not important; what matters is that we know what your name is.” Yarman rose from the desert, freeing himself from the sand that had bound him like living creatures in chains. He picked up a longsword and said with a cold laugh, “Don’t worry, I’ll erect a statue for you.”

"Or, we can embed your corpse inside the idol!"

"...Words of wisdom!" the Black Pharaoh coldly replied, and the surrounding desert churned, transforming from a soft desert into a giant meat grinder that swallowed everything in it and shredded it into dust.

Seeing this, the two of them rose slightly into the air. Looking at the Black Pharaoh, who was many times stronger than before, Yarman looked up at the sky. The calamity had been brewing and was about to fall.

The three had only been fighting for less than half an hour when the natural disaster was rapidly brought to a head, and the original two-hour buffer period had already disappeared.

"Black Pharaoh, I have a question." Yarman's longsword danced incessantly, each slash spell shattering the surging sand waves. He said casually, "With such a vast operation underway, how will you control your divine realm when natural disasters cause energy chaos in the region?"

"Once I capture you, you will see for yourselves." The Black Pharaoh's expression hardened slightly. He hadn't considered this problem. He had gotten into a fight with these two earlier and spread out such a large operation. Now that the natural disaster was coming, how to maintain control had become a real issue.

Seeing the Black Pharaoh's expression change, Yarman burst into laughter. "You've really gotten desperate, hahaha! Fine, we're not playing with you anymore. It's going to rain, and we didn't bring umbrellas, so we'll take our leave now. We'll come back and continue our discussion when the weather clears up!"

Having said that, he raised his longsword high. The barrier, which had been torn to pieces by the divine domain and looked like a tattered plastic bag, instantly began to shine. The energy accumulated during this time was transmitted through the Originium particles to Yarman's back, and a light prism about thirty centimeters long appeared behind him, its white light dazzling.

Looking at the light prism behind Yarman, the Black Pharaoh was startled. The light prism made him feel the threat of death. If he were hit, he might really perish here!

Thinking of this, he immediately waved his long staff, sending a massive amount of sand and gravel into the sky. Instantly, the entire sky was filled with a dense, impenetrable sandstorm. Facing the two of them were thick sand walls, like fortresses. Even standing behind the sand wall fortress, he was still uneasy.

He pulled the small world entrance behind him to his front, carefully hiding behind it, and breathed a slight sigh of relief, waiting for the earth-shattering blow to arrive.

Even if that laser beam did pierce through his sand wall, it would simply fly into the small world and wouldn't be able to reach him. In that case, his true form would have to deal with the laser beam, and it wouldn't concern him.

"boom!"

A deafening roar came from outside the sand wall. The Black Pharaoh, who was already prepared, stood still, facing the laser. But he soon realized something was wrong. The laser hadn't hit the sand wall at all!

“…Bastards! [Desert profanity]!” The Black Pharaoh leaped up, looking at the two smiling figures and his divine realm riddled with holes, and was instantly filled with rage.

"You've finally come out!" Yarman looked at the Black Pharaoh who had jumped out and said with a sneer, "Your tortoise shell is indeed powerful, I can't break through it, but your divine domain and the power left inside are exposed to me, so I'll just clean it up for you. Come on, try again!"

After clearing away as much of the Black Pharaoh's power left in the Divine Realm as possible, Yarman glanced at the sky again. At this moment, the huge Originium crystal was already faintly visible. In a few more minutes, the cataclysm would officially arrive!

“It’s going to rain, so we’ll take our leave!” Yarman turned around, put his arm around Mostima’s waist as she was still cleaning up the Black Pharaoh’s domain, and casually tore open a spatial rift in the air, preparing to slip inside.

"If you don't want the entire Divine Realm to be destroyed, you'd better stay put and maintain stability!"

"Don't even think about running!"

Seeing the two trying to escape, the Black Pharaoh roared in fury, slashing his staff fiercely towards them, sending a heavy ball of energy hurtling towards them.

"Clang~~Bang!"

Holding his longsword, Yarman slashed forward fiercely. The sword collided with the energy ball and broke in two. He released the sword, punched the energy ball, and sent it flying to the side. He then turned and entered the rift, closing the spatial gate.

Outside, before the Black Pharaoh could continue his attack on the two, he was nearly crushed to death by a giant Originium crystal falling from the sky. Each Originium crystal was the size of a building, falling from the high sky like meteorites.

"Boom!" ×n

"Ah~~!"

The Black Pharaoh let out a scream as a huge Originium crystal landed beside him. The rapidly falling Originium grazed past him and instantly tore off his entire left arm.

With a flash, the Black Pharaoh disappeared into thin air with his severed arm.

In the inner city, Yarman and Mostima appeared at the station. Yarman, with his arms hanging limply, put his arm around Mostima and walked forward without stopping. "The natural disaster is coming, let's go!"

Where are we going?

"Let's find a place to hide."

"With such a huge natural disaster, where can we hide?" Mostima led Yarman to a bench at the edge of the station and said calmly, "Small crystals don't need to hide, and it's useless for large crystals to hide either. It's nice to just sit here and enjoy the scenery."

"...Enjoying the scenery?!"

“Yes, Originium Rain, how many times have you seen it in your life?” Mostima said calmly, tugging at his arm. “Your hand is broken? Should I go find some medicine? The infirmary is right next door.”

"My body doesn't need medicine. Just let me rest for a bit." Yarman sat down, closed his eyes slightly, and began to gather the extremely active Originium particles around him to repair his body.

The advantage of having a pure Originium body is that as long as you have Originium, you can repair your body indefinitely.

“Then you sit here, I’ll go buy two drinks.” Mostima stood up and walked towards the vending machine not far away. The station was empty at this time; everyone had gone to avoid the natural disaster.

"I want a Coke!"

"it is good!"

Watching Mostima leave, Yarman quietly looked at the sky. He suddenly realized something: although this was an avatar, it was still an avatar of the World Administrator!

So, he should definitely not get hit!

"Thinking about it that way, I feel relieved." Yarman sat in his chair, crossed his legs, and said leisurely, "I wonder how the Black Pharaoh is doing now. He must be suffering terribly from all the damage."

"Haha, unlike me, I can't do it at all..."

"Bong!"

A piece of Originium, as tall as a three-story building, suddenly crashed down, smashing through the reinforced concrete ceiling above Yarman's head and hitting him in the astonished gaze of Mostima!

"boom!"

The Originium sank heavily downwards, slamming Yarman directly into the ground.