After falling heavily on the grass, Jenkins got up quickly and saw the sky with light rain, the flat grassland that looked like man-made, and thousands of souls praying around the huge statue, he suddenly understood :
"The dream just now was my own natural dream. Now this... what are those people going to do?"
He originally thought that the abnormal dreaming was because the [Scent Appreciation Committee] had found a way to deal with him, so he was forced to come over. But thinking that he is now living in the Holy See, the nearby area is almost equivalent to the sanctuary of the sage, even if he wants to murder him, he can't do it.
Looking around, countless spirit bodies similar to him passed by his side, knelt down around the altar and statue and murmured in unison. Although Jenkins didn't know how he got here this time, he followed the trend of souls, and then sat cross-legged among the crowd of souls, bowing his head and saying nothing.
Because there were too many spirits under the altar, no one noticed Jenkins' abnormality. Jenkins thought for a while in silence before he had a guess about the current situation:
"Could it be that I absorbed that large amount of mental power last time, so my own dream was connected to this mixed dream?"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense, and he also understood that no one wanted to murder him. Glancing quietly around, with his right hand pressed against the turf, he lifted up, and a golden apple immediately appeared in his palm.
[Sweet Dream Crystal] The moment I got it, my head, which was a little drowsy due to the unison murmurs in my ears, immediately woke up. Like jumping into a cool pond on a hot summer day, the refreshing feeling almost brought a smile to Jenkins' face.
He quickly controlled his mood, took a deep breath, and looked up at the statue that had been restored.
During his recent infiltration into the clubhouse, Jenkins split the statue in half with the Bone Sacred Sword in his dream. Because of this, the nature of some of the beasts of disaster [Nightmare of Sin] hidden inside the statue was exposed, which led to its invasion of the real world.
This time, observe the faceless human statue from a closer distance, feel the breath of the statue, and observe the flow of the huge spiritual power in the dream world with your eyes, combined with the part of "The Great Sin: Beast of Calamity" seen in the antiquities market Chapter, Jenkins had a realization.
[Nightmare of Crime] is a disaster born in a dream. Although it is powerful, just using the dream to affect reality will almost destroy a certain era in the past. But now it is completely sealed in the deepest layer of the dream by a powerful seal, and it is obviously impossible to escape completely by relying on mental power alone.
But that seal is only for dreams, if you can find a way to go directly to the real world, then you can bypass the shackles of the seal. It's just that the seal itself has the function of isolating dreams and reality, and the characteristics of [Nightmare of Crime] are destined to be greatly weakened in the real world.
[Wenxiang Appreciation Committee] thought of a very good method, that is to use the spiritual power of thousands of mortals to make a "shell" for the disaster of the dream, that is, to use the spiritual power of everyone to cast this statue. The mottled mental power can cover the power of the nightmare to a certain extent, and help it realize the "smuggling" from dream to reality. At the same time, once the nightmare of crimes enters reality through this statue, it can temporarily use a part of itself with its massive spiritual power the power of.
"That is to say, as long as this statue is completely destroyed, the nightmare of sin and karma can be prevented... It sounds very simple..."
This sounds very simple, but it is definitely not simple to do. Last time it was luck that led the opponent to reality. If he fought the power of the disaster beast directly in the dream this time, Jenkins would have no hope of winning at all.
And even if he destroys the statue, the [Smell and Appreciation Committee], which has mastered the dreams of countless people, has enough means to make another one. So the key to this problem is not actually in the dream, but in the real world to solve the sequelae caused by tobacco.
Thinking of this, Jenkins couldn't help sighing. If he could solve this problem in reality, he would have been lying in bed and sleeping peacefully by now.
[Dream Crystal]holding it in your hand not only has the effect of keeping the dream comfortable and enhancing the power of the dreamer as recorded in the literature, it is probably because Jenkins directly touched the golden apple with his soul at this time, the priesthood hidden deep in the soul Having come into contact with the essence of the gods [Crystal of Sweet Dreams], while he lowered his head to think about things, the golden color on the surface of the apple gradually faded, showing an illusory translucent white.
This makes what Jenkins is holding in his hand look like a crystal apple that is fading. By the time he noticed that something was wrong with the apple in his hand, the change was irreversible.
Jenkins has never heard of such a thing and can't explain how it works. His first reaction was to quickly send the apple back to reality to prevent the mutation from attracting the attention of others.
But just as the idea of "returning to reality" appeared, the whispering in his ears suddenly stopped. Jenkins, who was sitting on the grass, stared dumbfounded at the fact that everyone around him turned to look at him, because everyone had no expression on their faces, so this scene looked extremely strange.
"Give me this thing."
The man closest to Jenkins said that time had left its mark on him and taken most of the middle-aged man's hair.
Realizing that it was very likely that [Nightmare of Guilt] was talking to him through the soul of a mortal, Jenkins hugged his own crystal apple that had become crystal clear:
"It's impossible, and what are you?"
He would rather feed the apple to his cat than to his enemy. But at this moment in the real world, Chocolate lying next to Jenkins' pillow suddenly opened his eyes, his beard trembled because he stood up suddenly, and his amber eyes were fixed on Jenkins' closed eyes.
Jenkins in the dream world has stood up, and likewise, thousands of ordinary people around him who have been involved in dreams because of smoking tobacco have also stood up.
"Give it to me, and I can let you go this time."
said a woman behind Jenkins.
"I can't believe you can't see what I am? Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
Jenkins sneered, clutching the apple in both hands.
"You are a god, but you are an incomplete god. You only have the identity of a god, but you don't have the power of a god. If we were outside the dream world, I would definitely run away immediately when I saw you, but this is a dream, It's my home field."
Jenkins wondered why a child at such a young age would smoke, said the boy, who was no taller than Jenkins' knees.