Chapter 613 Good Luck

Chapter 613 Good Luck

Chapter 613 Good Luck

"It will be soon, just bear with me."

After hearing the somewhat unhappy inquiry from Director Pisces, "Amien", who was pulled out of the extreme speed state, smiled, then squatted slightly, his eyes were level with Director Pisces, and he coaxed softly with a kind expression:

"Although this game is a bit boring now, everyone will be very happy when we reveal the answer later."

Will everyone be happy?

After hearing what "Amien" said, Director Pisces couldn't help but blink, then clenched his fists and encouraged himself:

"Well, if it can make everyone happy, then Mimi can be patient for a while longer."

"Thank you for your hard work~"

Smiling and touching the Pisces director's head, "Ameen" said nothing more, but raised her chubby hand, transformed into two silver arcs of light, and chased after the cleaners in front.

By the time they slowly caught up with the main group, the cleaners who had gone ahead had already relied on the extreme speed blessed by the group to move forward on the dark waves of the Nightmare River and reached a deeper location in the Abyss of Fallen Souls.

More than four hundred brilliant silver bands of light advanced towards the depths of the Soul-Fallen Abyss with great momentum. Even with the potion given by "Amien" to conceal their aura, it was impossible for them to remain completely undetected.

As the cleaners were on their way, hundreds of thousands of nightmares were awakened one after another, and they climbed out from the dreams in the dark river, following behind the cleaners, roaring and chasing after the traces of the silver light disturbance.

However, nightmares are not creatures known for their speed. Most of them will be left behind after a short period of time. Only a small number of them can barely keep up with the speed of the cleaners.

The nightmares in the Soul-Fallen Abyss have relatively clear territorial divisions. The very few nightmares that can keep up are mostly stopped by other powerful nightmares that have been alarmed when they pass through their territories. Only one in a hundred can actually catch up.

Faced with such scattered attacks that were completely insignificant, the elites of the Cleanup Bureau who came to participate in the promotion assessment naturally had no pressure to deal with them and easily eliminated them one by one.

Even if a large wave of nightmares gathered occasionally, Abigail, who was responsible for "cutting off the rear", would only flap her wings slightly, and those chasing nightmares would be purified in the light feathers all over the sky, losing their hideous and ferocious appearances, washing away all negative emotions, and falling back into the long river of nightmares with peaceful faces.

……

Although this group of cleaners are not bad, they are just not bad at all. They are not to the extent that they can break free from my control.

Hiding in the conch, after watching the methods used by the cleaners to solve the nightmare, the Dream Goddess finally let go of her worries.

Although what she said about the third promotion assessment was true, there wasn't much truth in it. At least the so-called contract with the Cleanup Bureau was completely nonsense. A contract is something that binds both parties and protects the interests of both parties. It can only be established when the gap in strength between the two parties is not too big.

Even though the Cleanup Bureau is much worse than before, its financial resources are still incredibly strong. If they send out all their forces, they can still produce a hundred or eighty True God-level fighters, and even several Pillar God-level fighters at once.

For the Dream Goddess, who had long since fallen from the throne and could only be regarded as a large-scale holy spirit, let alone an equal contract that bound both parties, the verbal promise she could get from the Cleanup Bureau was considered as special care given to her because she was a native of the dream world.

Under such an extremely unequal situation, the goals of defeating and enslaving the seven nightmare messengers, re-condensing the fragments of Paradise Lost, and helping the Goddess of Dreams to return to the throne of God naturally do not exist.

In fact, the third assessment arranged by the Cleanup Bureau was just to go deep into the depths of the Fallen Soul Abyss and investigate the suddenly appeared Mixue Ice City to see if the unusual movements of those nightmare messengers would lead to the early resurrection of the Nightmare King.

As for why the Dream Entertainment Goddess was brought here...it all comes down to two words - useful.

It can be used to "customize" the examination room at will, and as a means of transportation to travel through the dream world. Even if, after some investigation, it is discovered that the Nightmare King is really about to be resurrected, she can rely on her completely opposite "attributes" to the Nightmare King to severely punish the Nightmare King who is looking for trouble.

As the dream goddess who is a test paper printing machine + bus + torture instrument, she certainly understands her own position. She has been doing the job of a "tool god" honestly and dared not have any other delusions, until a golden knife stabbed into the heart of the elderly version of Pisces director from behind!

I'm so lucky! This is a godsend!

Looking at the more than 400 cleaners below who were coaxed by her and were moving at full speed towards the depths of the Fallen Soul Abyss, the Dream Goddess in the conch almost smiled crookedly.

After being picked up by the Pisces director who was in charge of patrolling the dream world, I have been under his command for nearly fifty years and have come to understand a little about the Pisces director's soul state.

When he realized that there was something wrong with Director Pisces' soul and that he must have been attacked, he immediately reacted and realized that this might be his only chance in this life!
Now that Director Pisces' soul has been replaced prematurely, his intelligence has regressed to that of a child. He is the only one who knows the true content of the third assessment.

As long as he took this opportunity to coax these elite cleaners into invading the Soul-Fallen Abyss and helping him capture the seven-headed nightmare messengers, he would be able to drain the power of these nightmare messengers, get his hands on the [nightmare] that originally belonged to the Nightmare King, and thereby ascend to the throne of God again!

What's even more wonderful is that according to the news he heard from Director Pisces, the Nightmare King seemed to have been killed by the people of the Cleanup Bureau because he tried to invade the real world. When he tried to get involved in its power, it didn't even have the ability to resist and could only let him do whatever he wanted.

Perfect, this is really perfect, I am indeed the luckiest goddess!
Imagining a bright future in which she would seize this perfect opportunity and ascend to the throne of godhood again in one breath, the Dream Goddess was so excited that she couldn't help rolling around in her conch. If she hadn't been worried about making a noise and being exposed, she would have laughed out loud three times right there and then.

And he didn't laugh at others, but at the foolishness of the Cleanup Bureau and the short-sightedness of Director Pisces, which actually gave him the opportunity to not only escape from prison, but also find a way to... Hmm? What's going on?
The cleaners who were originally moving at high speed suddenly stopped for no apparent reason. The miniature goddess, who became the size of a palm, hurried to the hole of the conch and squinted her eyes to look out.

(End of this chapter)