I loaded the gods module

Chapter 47 The Nightmare Merchant's Trading Means

The sharp fangs of the Dream Devouring Wolf gleamed coldly. They stood at the top of the city, and the torrential rain that washed away the extraordinary characteristics avoided their bodies as if they were spiritual.

Charles tightened his top hat tightly, and the gentleman in a tuxedo stood on the top of the building, staring at the splendid country in front of him with some ecstasy, and remained silent.

Even in the Dream Kingdom of God Lord Red Moon, Charles has never seen such a dazzling world in the long history from ancient times to the present.

At this moment, the mighty power of God Lord Storm made him feel grateful and admired from the bottom of his heart.

That's great... The storm has already extended a helping hand to Hongyue, this world is not without hope...

The gentleman lowered his head, the black gem badge was shining in his hand, and the Lord of Storms also gave the red moon angel a gift of kindness.

"Deep Ocean Power Company... maybe this is the belief system of the new era?"

Charles muttered to himself: "If the Red Moon Church had learned the method of the God of Storms earlier...can we avoid the suffering we are facing today..."

There is no answer, and those dreamlike memories and the past have been completely abandoned by the times.

The happy smiling faces of the former believers and companions appeared in the mind of the middle-aged gentleman, but everything was lost in the bright starlight.

The resistance failed, everyone died, and he was the only one left wandering in this world like a humble wild dog.

Angels are no longer angels, and the Red Moon Apostle has become a nightmare merchant, a heretic and strange story that maintains its existence through mysterious transactions.

Therefore, he was reviled by the people he guarded in the past, feared by the people, and hunted down by the church, but Charles never regretted it. He was the last apostle of the Red Moon, and he was the last line and shield of the Red Moon.

The former companion sacrificed for the red moon with honor, but Charles would not do this. He wanted to live on, even if he was covered in mud.

But the next moment, Red Moon Angel's memories were interrupted, he squinted his eyes, and saw that the surrounding lights suddenly dimmed.

Bits of starlight lit up one after another in the darkness, outlining illusory tentacles one after another in the midair. They intertwined and squirmed, bursting out golden holy light.

On the path built by the light, there are several white knights walking silently, the leading saintess dress swaying, followed by the priest holding the Apocalypse, and the white armor of the knights gradually changed from illusion to reality.

The Holy Light Corps came to the dreamland.

"Oh... look who's here..."

I saw Charles took out the cigarette case from his arms, and the gentleman lighted a cigarette unhurriedly, and put it in his mouth: "It seems that the Holy Light Church, which loves the world, is a little anxious, why is that? "

Before the words fell, several golden spears transformed into rays of light broke through the dense rainstorm and were thrown over like streamers!
Charles exhaled lightly, and the continuous gray mist instantly turned into crimson moonlight, swallowing all the golden light spears that fell within.

"I'm so impatient." The gentleman smiled and flicked the cigarette ash: "I thought there would be a pleasant exchange between us."

"The relationship between us is a life-and-death relationship, heretic apostle."

The priest wearing a golden mask said coldly: "All communication is a waste of words, unnecessary."

The Book of Revelation in the priest's hand flipped quickly, and the next moment, the bodies of all the light-removing people shone with light, turning into an illusory 'shell' to protect them from the black rain.

The surrounding lights dimmed again, and then pure light gathered in the hands of the white knights, and the people who moved in unison followed the instructions of the silver-haired saint like machines without emotion.

But this time, they did not gather their strength as they wished, and pairs of scarlet eyes emerged from the shadows under their feet!The roar of the Dream Devouring Wolf echoed in the wind and rain, and an unprepared Light Destroyer was dragged into the shadows by his sharp claws!

Terrible screams sounded in everyone's ears.

Blood was splashed, and then washed away by the torrential rain, the priest frowned.

But the silver-haired saint remained expressionless, and the death of her companion meant nothing to her. In the next moment, the power of extreme cold spread, and a delicate snowflake-shaped icy blue halo swirled under her feet.

It is the bloodline ability of the Campbell family, the field of cold winter.

Layers upon layers of ice crystals spread under the feet of the Light Slayer, freezing the dense black rain on the ground and covering the shadows under the knights' feet.

The Dream Devouring Wolves hiding in the shadows had no choice but to get away from the shadows and return to Charles.

Bathed in torrential rain and lights, the two sides faced each other silently.

In fact, the overall strength of the werewolf corps that Charles hastily established is not strong...

The abyss positions of all werewolves are only the first-level secret bones at present. Whether they are single or group, they are far inferior to the second-level ember knights.

If the place where the two sides are fighting is not in the dreamland, I am afraid that the werewolf corps will suffer heavy losses at the moment of fighting.

But at this moment, under the scouring of the law of torrential rain in Dreamland's home arena, all the light-defeating people have been restricted in strength, unable to exert their full strength in the black rain.

At the same time, the sharp claws of all the dream-eating wolves were wrapped around silver-white electric snakes, making dangerous noises, and all of them received the blessing of thunder from the Lord of Storms.

This forced the strength levels of the two sides to be averaged, making it impossible to tell the winner in a short time.

However, compared to the church that is facing a great enemy, Charles has always looked calm, even though the legion of the church has forcibly opened the gate of the dream and poured in, even though the red moon angel seems to have no way out. There is nowhere to escape.

The middle-aged gentleman puffed out the smoke comfortably, and the gray mist diffused and gathered behind him, turning into a blurred red moon and falling behind him.

Charles even wanted to laugh a little.

Because there is not only a weak red moon angel in this dream world...

"Presumably you all know something about me, right? My identity is actually a mysterious businessman who wanders between the abyss and the world."

At this moment, Charles took the initiative to break the silence, and a smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth: "Everyone, how about we make a deal?"

"Deal? What are you talking nonsense about..." the pastor said cautiously.

Although the existence in front of him has weakened to the extreme, he is still an angel with a very high personality, and this monster cannot be underestimated no matter what.

The pastor subconsciously squeezed the Apocalypse in his hand, ready to deal with unknown dangers at any time.

But the gentleman in the tuxedo didn't make any moves. He was smiling and smoking a cigarette, lowered his head and turned the black gemstone badge in his hand intently.

"If you go back to the present world immediately, quickly close the dream channel, and then help me destroy that disgusting tentacled evil thing..."

"—I will fight for your chance to live in front of the great God Lord!"

The crimson smoky moon floated up and down behind the angel, and the nightmare merchant laughed loudly: "How is it? Isn't it a great deal?!"

"Tsk, bluffing!"

(End of this chapter)