Chapter 398 Full of Hatred
Chapter 398 Full of Hatred
"Ok?"
As if he had sensed something vaguely, the gray fog giant, whose whole body was immersed in the long river of nightmare and was gradually squeezing into reality, slowly opened his eyes.
After rising from the dark river that reflected countless nightmares, the Nightmare King opened his skinny palms slightly, and extended his sharp, twisted fingertips with hooks, which cut open the gray fog on his chest and abdomen. Just like cutting off flesh and blood, he cut off a pale nightmare and held it tightly in his palms.
Was it the Snow Woman? Was she dealt with so quickly?
The vertical lines in the palm of his hand cracked, revealing empty gray eyes. He pressed closely against the pale nightmare, and after observing the situation inside, the brows on the skinny face of the Nightmare King couldn't help but frown slightly.
In the pale nightmare, the wind was still blowing and the snow was surging as before, but the beautiful woman in thin clothes, who looked like a winter elf, did not float forward in the wind and snow as she did in the past.
This evil spirit of wind and snow, which had appeared in the dreams of countless people in the North and devoured countless lost souls, was being tied to a bunch of tree branches by a strange demon with two horns on its head and was being dragged down the snow-capped mountains.
The goat-horned demon was humming a rather joyful strange tune, which completely destroyed the originally cold and solemn atmosphere of the pale nightmare. The catchy and strange rhythm was inexplicably catchy and easy to remember.
Even the thorn-crowned dog made up of countless pieces of flesh and blood beside the goat-horned demon had learned most of what he was saying after hearing it a few times, and its barking was vaguely in tune with the rhythm.
After just listening to the demon and the dog singing it two or three times, this cheerful tune mysteriously entered the Nightmare King's memory, and even began to spread uncontrollably to other somewhat related nightmares.
"Woof woof woof~ I love you~ Woof woof woof woof, sweet~"
Whether it's a mountain village destroyed by a huge avalanche, or a traveler starving in the snow, or a loved one lost in the snow, or a family torn apart in a snowy night...
With the memory of the Nightmare King as the link, in a large number of nightmares that were somewhat related to snow, no matter what the specific circumstances were, that joyful and strange tune was audible in all of them. Some even had the vague figure of a goat-headed demon humming happily.
What the hell is this?
Looking at the nightmare that suddenly became inexplicably joyful with a large area of his body contaminated, the Nightmare King's skinny cheeks twitched twice, and then he hurriedly lay back in the long river of nightmares.
Under the repeated washing of the dark river water and countless nightmares, the strange tune finally calmed down a little and no longer continued to wander around in the nightmares of the Nightmare King.
But what made the Nightmare King particularly uncomfortable was that the strange tune that was half human voice and half dog barking seemed to be deeply engraved in his memory. No matter how he washed it, he could not wash it away completely. It was still lurking deep in his memory, and it seemed that it might come out to hum from time to time.
I seem to understand what that damn Aquarius director meant...
Looking at the Snow Girl who was screaming and struggling in the pale nightmare but was still forcibly dragged down the mountain, the Nightmare King narrowed his cracked vertical eye in the palm of his hand slightly and recalled the previous instructions of Director Aquarius.
'Just attack him as fast as you can, and use the purest force to kill him. Don't give him a chance to speak or play tricks!'
Indeed...that's what we should do!
After recalling the lingering demonic melody, a fierce look emerged in the eyes of the Nightmare King.
There were too many strange things in the cleaner's mind, many of which were even meaningless garbage, but they were inexplicably unforgettable. Just like the weird tune just now, after just two listens, it directly drilled into his memory and could not be washed away no matter how hard he tried.
Memory is the foundation and flesh of dreams. For him, a creature of the dream world, whose head is full of strange memories, it is an absolute pollution and a poison that cannot be looked directly at.
Memory is as important to creatures in the dream world as the soul is to humans. It is something that cannot be discarded. Pollution at this level is extremely dangerous and extremely deadly.
I am made up of nightmares and cannot be killed. Even if I am killed by the people from the Cleanup Bureau this time and even my existence is wiped out, it doesn't matter. As long as the Fallen Soul Abyss is still spewing out nightmares, there will be a day when I will be revived again.
But if he came into contact with this strange cleaner too much and his nightmares were heavily contaminated, not only would his own strength decline due to the massive loss of nightmares, he might even collapse completely.
He must be killed!
After fully realizing the "dangerousness" of Leon, the Nightmare King used his hook-like palm to exert a little force and directly crushed the Snow Girl's nightmare. Then he closed all the eyes in his body and sank deeper and deeper in the dark river of nightmare.
No matter what the cost, even if he is completely killed by the people from the Cleanup Bureau, he must be killed!
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"Oh……"
Unaware that he had been targeted by the enemy boss, whose priority in killing was even higher than that of the [Dream-Eating Armor], Leon, who was groggy from sleep, finally recovered his memories of being covered by the snow bit by bit after crawling up from the ground with his head covered.
Mountains with strong winds and heavy snow, stupid mountaineers without winter clothes, and the Scorpio director pulling a sled...it's really terrifying!
After recalling what he had experienced in the nightmare, Leon couldn't help but hissed with lingering fear.
Although the Snow Girl has no other means of killing except summoning wind and snow, she has the ability to cover up memories. I just lost my focus for a moment when I saw Director Scorpio lifting his hind legs to urinate, and he immediately forgot who he was. It was simply impossible to guard against.
According to Director Scorpio, she seemed to have powers similar to those of a first-level cleaner. That is to say, anyone whose infection value was less than thirty, once dragged into a nightmare by her, would probably be silently deprived of their memory like herself.
At that time, the person trapped in the dream will not only lose all means of resistance, but even his cognition will be confused by her. When he saw a woman in a skirt walking in the snow-capped mountains, he did not find it strange at all. Instead, he took the initiative to imagine a lot of possibilities for her and even thought about helping her find a mountaineering leader.
If it weren't for the fact that his memory was special, in addition to the memory of Leon Ryan, there were also memories of his previous life, and if one was erased and another was left, he would probably have been deceived by her into going deep into the snow-capped mountains out of kindness while his cognition was confused, and then frozen to death in the snow.
Um...yes, and that dog!
After recalling the scene in the dream from a "third-person perspective", a glimmer of enlightenment appeared in Leon's eyes.
I didn’t feel it when I was dreaming, but now thinking back, it was definitely not a simple thing.
Even when fighting away from home in the Snow Girl's dream, he could scatter the wind and snow with a roar and crush the Snow Girl so that she could not move. It must be an abnormal creature at the level of a first-level cleaner. If it weren't for it, I might not be able to drag the Snow Girl down the mountain and struggle out of the nightmare... Um... wait!
After looking down at his winter clothes, the still dazed Leon shuddered all over, regained consciousness, and then suddenly looked back.
"Fuck! They actually pulled it out!"
(End of this chapter)