Quenched long order

Chapter 201 Eternal Wounds

Lift your legs and put your feet down.

There was a crisp sound, the sound of a broken neck.

so repeatedly.

The pale golem is killing people.

Those victims who had been trapped in the deep dreamland and were almost considered dead are now truly facing death.

Within a few seconds, the room became calm.

Sauer rushed in and saw the pale puppet covered in scars at a glance, as well as Kraut standing aside with a frown on his face.

Kraut turned around to see Sauer and asked in a low voice, "Why isn't the Dream of the Ancestor here?"

This time, there was a hint of complaint in his voice.

Sauer saw Kraut tiptoe quickly with his right foot, and he understood in his heart.

"There is another person in the room." Sauer said, raised his right hand and pointed to the wall on the right.

With the effect of air perception, it is impossible to ignore this level of breathing unless you deliberately conceal it.

Kraut's eyes lit up, and the pale puppet quickly shattered the wooden board, scattering the debris.

Dim light illuminates corners.

"Jason?" Sauer frowned slightly.

Everyone went from the fishing village to the slums without encountering any problems along the way. However, in the process of searching for the Dream of the Founder, they were attacked by the Sandman, resulting in a temporary separation.

Following Martha on the way to the battlefield, he thought Jason might still be trapped somewhere. However, what he didn't expect was that Jason was brought here.

"The dream of the ancestor is in him, just kill him."

Kraut said softly, almost inaudibly to himself.

The pale puppet raised its right foot slightly, raised its hands high, and touched the fingers together. Its power seemed to be gathering. As long as Kraut gave the order in its heart, it would take action without hesitation.

"Are you sure?" Sauer asked in a deep voice. He could feel Jason's calm breathing, and judging by the time, Jason was probably still in a shallow dream.

Even if you don't consider that Jason is a companion who went to the dry well to stop the Black Domain Order's plan, Jason is different from the victim who was killed just now. He is a real living person.

Sauer looked at Kraut. The scene in his dream suddenly appeared in his mind, and the white thread that controlled everything became extremely clear at this moment.

He was a little worried.

"What if not? Or...what about another person?" Sauer glanced outside the house, "For example...Naven, you are so anxious, do you want to protect Naven?"

These words were not only for protecting Jason, but also for Kraut.

The harm of the Sandman is not only to cause people to dream, but also to continuously eat away at people's spirit in the process. If Jason is not the owner of the Ancestral Dream, or if the Ancestral Dream does not disappear after killing him, then the situation will become worse and even more uncontrollable.

After hearing this, Kraut turned his head with complicated eyes.

"sometimes……"

He spoke slowly.

"...I really wish you could play dumb."

Sauer looked away. He could understand Kraut's mood at this time. What Naven said just now while standing on the roof, and the thoughts in the dream of the leader of the Black Domain Religion, all of these are affecting Kraut's already. The scabbed wound was torn open, and a salt nail was driven into it.

"Claude..."

He looked at Jason, who was still sleeping.

"...Sometimes, even if you try your best, you may not succeed."

Just trust me.

Under the morning sun, the promise made in front of the tombstone is like a drill that keeps spinning, piercing the thick shell, going deep into the heart, and tearing apart everything.

The air in the room became quiet.

Even the raindrops fell lightly.

Suddenly, a burst of fire came from the window, and the two turned around to look. It was a bright red flag. The flag was like flying fireworks, still shining brightly even in the rain.

A muffled groan came from the corner.

Jason woke up slowly. He sat up and his eyes fell on the pale puppet, which was only one meter away from him. Even though the pale puppet was scarred at this time, the pressure brought by the soul body still made Jason very uncomfortable.

"You guys were also awakened by the flag?"

he asked, getting up from the ground.

"The dream just now almost scared me to death. Wait... isn't this also a dream?"

As he spoke, he became wary.

Kraut raised his right hand, his expression stiff.

The Dream of the First Ancestor... is a beautiful dream.

Not Jason.

"Right." Jason suddenly thought of something, with a serious expression, "Shaoer, Kraut, the situation is very troublesome now. If I guessed correctly... the dream of the ancestor should have been transferred to the leader of the Black Domain Religion. I don't know. What is her condition now? You must be careful when you encounter her."

Sauer and Kraut looked out the window at the same time. The burning flag seemed to become strange.

……

Dear Sandman.

Please give me a dream.

I have the most beautiful woman in my dream.

She will have lips like roses and clover.

Tell her that the lonely nights are over.

Dear Sandman, I'm so alone...

"Wake up, Naven." The knock on the door came to Naven's ears. Naven opened his eyes, and what he saw was the familiar ceiling. He looked around, sat up, and found that he was in a familiar bedroom.

He raised his hands and rubbed his dry and sore eyes.

"It turned out to be a dream?"

"I'm scared to death. How could someone travel through time and space? They still have the same name as dad and look the same. Have I heard too many horror stories?"

The knock on the door sounded again.

"Here it comes." Naven said, opening the door.

Outside the door, Kraut had a smile on his face. After seeing Naven, he raised his right hand and pretended to hit someone, "Why are you still sleeping? Your friend is waiting for you outside early in the morning."

Naven ducked and said, "I know, I know, it's so verbose, where is mom?"

"There is only a little sugar left at home. She went to buy it and will be back soon." Kraut folded his hands on his chest and tapped his arm lightly with his right index finger. "Don't worry, your ointment and lunch have been prepared long ago." Yes, in the living room."

granulated sugar……

Naven was stunned for a moment, feeling that the scene in front of him seemed a little familiar.

In the dream, he had seen them all before, no matter the words or the tone, they were all exactly the same.

Could it be a precognitive dream?

Naven had an unknown premonition in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Kraut reached out and patted Naven's shoulder gently, "Are you sleeping stupidly?"

If everything goes as in the dream, then today is the day when the Sandman appears.

Anyway...it's not a very important thing, why not...

"I'm not going today." Naven replied.

Kraut frowned slightly, "You promised your friend, why did you suddenly go back on your word? It's not too late now. If there is no suitable reason, doing so would be too willful. Naven, remember, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. If you want to be respected by others, keeping your word is very important.”

"Don't worry, I will explain to them." Naven took two steps back, turned around and walked quickly outside the house.

"You kid!" Kraut took two steps.

……

roof.

Next to the burning flag.

Naven was holding the flag in his right hand, half-kneeling on the ground, his eyes were blank. Half of his body was wrapped in squirming flesh with charred marks. In the flesh, a triangular eye opened from time to time to check the surroundings.

In the corner of the roof, Martha lay in the rain, her life or death unknown.

Two seconds later, Sauer, Kraut and Jason came to the roof from three directions. Naven, holding the flag, happened to be in the middle of the three positions.

"This son..."

"……Are you satisfied?"

A mouth appeared in the squirming flesh, and the leader's voice came from it. The person asking was naturally Kraut.

No one answered.

"Look at him, a powerful Temper, strong and smart, isn't he exactly what you want?"

The rain seemed to get colder.

"I wonder, when you were walking together, did he call you...father?"

Among the three, Jason was the first to be unable to bear it. He clenched a fist with his right hand and strode forward. His soul energy was concentrated on his fist, and he waved his fist at the squirming flesh covering Naven's body.

At the moment when he was about to touch, Naven's body seemed to be controlled, and he suddenly stood up and dodged sideways. Although he could not completely dodge, the remaining strength was unable to cause damage.

Jason still wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but the burning flag in Naven's hand had already begun to fight back.

Jason held his hands in front of him, and a burning pain came from his forearm. He could only retreat temporarily.

Shaoer frowned slightly. Under normal circumstances, Naven should not be affected by dreams. In other words, it is very difficult to be trapped in a dream. However, with the leader's flesh and blood, the situation is completely different. Before, in the staircase space At that time, Jason was also controlled. It was more like his senses were affected than controlled.

Even in the empty sense state, what can be avoided is the residual influence of the crawling flesh and blood, rather than being completely unaffected.

The power of the Sandman and the power of the King of the Black Realm are superimposed at this moment, and no one can match it.

"Hey, don't just watch, do something!" Jason shouted to Sauer and Kraut.

Seeing that Jason did not attack, this time, Naven rushed towards Kraut. At the same time, the flesh and blood attached to him heard the voice of the leader again.

"This time, you can kill him with your own hands."

The cold words seemed to condense the air.

……

Don't let these monsters get close!

Naven looked at the three monsters with distorted faces and black aura in front of him. Strictly speaking, there were four, but one of them was motionless and seemed to be seriously injured.

"Hide now."

He said to the two people behind him.

Everything in the dream seems to be becoming reality. The only difference is that some monsters with distorted faces suddenly appear in front of them and block the way. It is obvious that they are about to escape from the Sandman's influence. After that, they can only join the fleeing convoy and leave safely. Ximu Port, went to settle down in another city, but encountered something that got in the way.

"There is a saying that is right. The best defense is offense. There are so many of you that running is useless. We must kill you here."

He gripped the flag tightly, his arms bulging with muscle.

"Son, be careful. If you can't beat him, run away." From behind, his father's concerned words came.

"Don't worry..." Naven replied.

...Even if you die here, I will let you leave safely.

(End of this chapter)