Captain Mosander's crushed face healed instantly. Physical destruction is a very common thing for acrobats, and his regenerative ability ranks among the top five in the circus.
Having his head crushed was nothing. What made him feel angry and humiliated was just falling to the ground.
If this matter were to be known by his fellow circus members, he would likely become a laughing stock, or even be demoted by his boss if the matter got out of hand.
Just as he used his true strength to flatten the central street of Nightmare Town with one foot, he felt that something in the church was not completely crushed and was held tightly by a pure physical force.
After a closer look, Mosander was shocked by the scene under the giant foot.
In the center of the church, next to Wrinkle Spacey, who was undergoing skin grafting, stood a pale man with almost perfect legs. His muscles all over his body were in the shape of vertical stripes.
Just like the beam-column structure commonly used in architectural design, these vertical muscles work together to support the base of the body, with both hands raised above the head, to withstand the crushing of the giant feet.
Not only that, this person can even distract himself and have a conversation:
"Mr. Spacey, just continue with the skin grafting. I will kill this man..."
"OK."
Wrinkled Spacey showed absolute trust in his companions, closing his eyes and concentrating on the skin grafting work.
It had seeped out of the church's skin and continued to spread outward in circles along the trampled, dilapidated streets, encroaching on the dream space.
Suddenly,
The giant foot that Zed had held above his head began to disintegrate on its own;
Hiss~ The flesh evaporated, the blood, flesh and bones evaporated in a short time, and finally only the nerve lines of this giant foot were left, all of which were retracted into the body of Captain Mosander.
Mosander's expression also changed at this moment. He no longer regarded what was happening in front of him as a dream game, but a duel of the same level.
Arrogance and conceit are all restrained.
"Mosander Weiss, the third leader of the Sun Circus... What's your name?"
"Hogeni Zed."
“I thought this was just a farce of Catherine’s, but I didn’t expect that the human tribe she provoked would have such an interesting person like you.
The complexity of your body cannot even be called that of a human. Even in a circus, you can surpass many acrobats without training.
Would you like to join us? "
Zed was a little surprised by Mosander's sudden change in attitude. "You wanted to kill me just a second ago, but now you want to recruit me? If you can eliminate the nightmare threat that Zion is currently facing, I might consider it."
“The nightmare was brought by Catherine, I was just a temporary visitor.
I can't dispel the nightmare, but I can suggest it to Catherine, but I can't guarantee that she will agree.
The only thing I can guarantee is that if you are willing to join the circus and become one of us, and make enough contributions to the circus in the performance, the boss will give you the authority of the eye again."
Zed showed a troubled expression and waved his hand quickly, "No need... I have already thrown this thing away, and I will be very uncomfortable if I take it back."
"pity."
Mosander stopped trying to persuade him, and he was ready to show his true strength to deal with the human in front of him.
Spreading his arms... Swish! A large number of neural threads suddenly grew out of his back, resembling lush branches and a pair of oversized neural wings.
The ends of the nerve threads quickly produced fruits, blood and bone structures, and legs of varying sizes hanging on them. Each leg had an eye, a mouth, or an ear structure growing on its surface.
They seem to have their own senses and can make their own judgments and launch the best attacks.
The overall picture is thrilling and weird, but also extremely shocking.
Hundreds of leg fruits grow on the back area. They will crush the target along with Mosander's attack. Some of the special legs will even launch attacks beyond common sense.
Facing the attacking posture displayed by Mosander,
Zed simply changed from his initial crawling to standing, pulling off his tie, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, and removing his shoes to step barefoot on the ground.
The slight bounce and shake relax the joints of the whole body, making him more like a free-fighting player.
…
A nightmare space of a certain library structure.
The magician Jaan and the prophet Mako sat opposite each other at a desk, and the two seemed to have been talking for a long time.
Jain showed rare interest in the human prophet in front of him, and even handed over a business card with the unique magician's hat mark on the back.
“Cirque du Soleil welcomes talented people like you, and my introduction will save you a lot of trouble and unnecessary procedures.
Just do as you said, and come find me when your organization's city is completely destroyed and you have nowhere to live. With the current state of the Pichang, I guess we will meet again soon.
Catherine and her friends will play with you later, so let's stop here."
Jaune raised his hands above his head and made a motion of cutting the air, actually severing his connection with the dream.
The next second, he woke up in a rather simple living room, with various medals of honor hanging on the walls.
In the process of changing from pajamas to daily clothes, a slight cut appeared on Jaan's wrist, which was accidentally caused when he suppressed the prophet Mako in his dream.
To be precise, when the main personality Martin was suppressed, he suffered the trauma of the attack and some of it was reflected in reality.
"He actually chose something that was totally out of his interest, and even used his back as his front to learn sensory knowledge in order to curb his nature. He even created a second personality in the process, and was gradually honored as a 'prophet' by the human community.
To be able to achieve this level even when doing something he is not good at, one can imagine how talented he is.
No wonder the main personality is sealed up. What a scary guy. If Catherine were to provoke him, she might be in danger."
Jain became interested in this special human team. He got up and went to the collective rest area of the circus, wanting to find the other two to ask about the situation.
As soon as I opened the tent, I ran into the ventriloquist head-on.
"How does Halida feel?"
Halida did not speak, but the puppet in her hand answered, "What a pity! If this were real, I would have made that woman into a puppet. Her hot temper almost destroyed my treasure in the battle. I can only teach her a lesson in my dreams."
The hair on the right side of the puppet is slightly singed.
Corresponding.
In an independent nightmare space somewhere, Rosemary Tahan's skin was completely torn off, and her body was made into a puppet-like form, hung in the air by a large number of lines.
There was no death, but the combat capability was basically lost.
Jaune was slightly disappointed when he learned of this, "It seems that not every human is so interesting... Is Mosander still not awake?"
"He should be trying to 'separate concepts' in his dream, right? Since the distance between thoughts is too great, this process should take a long time, and the human being who is separated will suffer a lot."
As soon as the words fell,
Suddenly, a scream of pain came from deep within the concentrated residential area.
Jain, Halida and other circus members who were awakened by the screams rushed to the scene, which corresponded to the bedroom of Captain Mosander.
Before the door was opened, blood began to flow out.
In a messy room,
Mosander's body was cut into two pieces, and various broken legs and feet were scattered and hung all over the house. Every leg was splattered with blood, and the scene was disgusting.
What’s even more terrifying is that Mosander hasn’t woken up yet.
Jaan frowned, and immediately took out a pair of scissors from the magic hat, and quickly cut off a strand of hair on Mosander's head... Ka! The dream connection was thus forcibly cut off.
Mosander suddenly woke up, his eyes wide open and bloodshot, and he kept mumbling:
"How can such a monster be a human being!"
This situation shocked Jaan.
He knew very well that although Mosander had a foul mouth and was greedy for all kinds of favors, his becoming the third head of the acrobatic troupe was by no means a coincidence or chance, but a result of his hard work in climbing up by stepping on the corpses of countless people.
"Mosander, you lost?"
"Yes... Although the dream only projected a part of me, I did lose. It's really embarrassing. Jaune, tell Catherine to be careful and don't let that guy kill her."
(End of this chapter)