Chapter 614 Lyon: It has nothing to do with me

After traveling for such a long time, the cleaners have arrived at the depths of the Fallen Soul Abyss, where the pitch-black river and the inky sky meet in the distance. They can already see a magnificent city that connects the sky to the earth. It is the final destination of their trip.

However, what is horrifying is that the only road leading to the giant red and white city is piled with countless hideous nightmares... Yes, piled, and only this word can describe the huge number of nightmares ahead and the dense array.

Why are there so many nightmares?!

Looking at the nightmares that spread from the nightmare river in the distance to the sky, blocking the entire river, the cleaners were suddenly shocked.

Even if the strength of a single nightmare is completely insignificant, and is even worse than a human farmer with a pitchfork, even if it is just a third-level cleaner, as long as he has the right abilities and suitable terrain, he can easily kill a hundred or eighty of them.

But at this moment, the number of nightmares is really too large. The total number of these nightmares that are standing on both sides and confronting each other is probably close to one million!
Even though these nightmares did not stay on the river surface, but spread all the way to the sky in layers and were extremely crowded together, the terrifying array that made people's hearts sway still spread all the way to the end of the sight, and the cleaners could not even see where the end of the team was.

Under this extremely terrifying numerical suppression, ordinary personal abilities are meaningless. No matter how powerful one's strength is or how determined one's mind is, facing the mental impact of millions of nightmares, one's will will collapse and his spirit will be destroyed.

"Your Excellency the Goddess!"

Seeing that the road to the test site was completely blocked and the plan to surprise attack Mixue Ice City had come to nothing, Abigail gritted her teeth and stood up and shouted at the conch shell above that was flashing colorful lights:
"What's going on up ahead? Why are there so many nightmares gathering here?"

You ask me? I really want to know!

The originally smooth plan suddenly changed. The frustrated goddess of entertainment could not help but clench her fists and waved them in the conch shell angrily several times. Then she gritted her teeth and coaxed:

"Don't worry too much, this is also part of the assessment."

Part of the assessment?

After hearing what the Dream Entertainment Goddess said, the cleaners couldn't help but look at each other.

419 cleaners vs. 1000000 nightmares? What the hell is this supposed to test? Is it testing how fast everyone is going to die?
"Don't worry, the Cleanup Bureau won't let you die in vain."

Faced with what might be her only and most likely last chance to regain the throne of God, the Dream Entertainment Goddess was unwilling to give up. However, she also knew that it was impossible to coax the cleaners to die, so she could only speak in a pretentious and cold voice through the conch shell:
"These nightmares won't stay here forever. Just look at their formation and you'll know something big is going to happen soon. When that happens, it'll be your chance to take advantage of the chaos and pass through."

Something big is going to happen soon?
Because there was a layer of conch shell between them and the goddess of dreams, they could not see her anxious look. In addition, the initiative of whether to charge or not was in their hands, so the cleaners did not retreat immediately. Instead, they stayed in a position where they would not be discovered, placed abnormal objects for monitoring the situation in advance, and waited doubtfully.

……

The situation developed just as the Dream Goddess said. The nightmares did not continue to fight against each other. Not long after, a nightmare with an unclear face stood up from the side with fewer nightmares and shouted at the other side:

"Lady Snow Girl has ordered that you are not allowed to leave your base at will in the near future. What do you want to do by gathering here?"

"What do we want to do?"

Among the people being called out, a nightmare that looked like a scarecrow staggered out and responded with a sneer:
"Of course we have to restore order! We are going to destroy that damned monster city! And then we will execute you bastards who betrayed Lord Nightmare King!"

"You... the seven nightmare messengers chosen by Lord Nightmare King are all on our side! You are the traitors..."

"Bah! What a crap messenger!"

The explanation of the Nightmare whose face could not be seen seemed to have the opposite effect. A huge shark Nightmare arched its head from the nightmare river, opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and shouted with murderous intent:
"Even Lord Nightmare was killed by the Cleanup Bureau, how did they all survive? In my opinion, they betrayed Lord Nightmare!"

"Yes! If they are fine, Lord Nightmare will definitely not die!"

"Kill all these traitors! Destroy Mixue Ice City!"

"You love me, I love you, honey...Aaaaaaaah! Execute them!"

"You...you are simply unreasonable!"

Faced with the increasingly frantic enemies, Nightmare, whose faces he could not see clearly, trembled with anger and shouted angrily:
"The orders from the nightmare messengers are equal to the orders from Lord Nightmare! You are the ones who are disobeying Lord Nightmare!"

"Haha, if the order is really issued by Lord Nightmare King, then we will naturally not disobey it."

Scarecrow Nightmare sneered upon hearing this, and asked in a hoarse voice: "But the Lord of Nightmares has not yet resurrected. So, were the orders you traitors recently given by the Nightmare Messengers or by the Dream World Destroyer Leon?"

Ah? ? ?
After hearing Scarecrow Nightmare's question, Leon, who was standing behind the cleaners and watching the "live broadcast" of a Scorpio branch cleaner, suddenly felt confused.

No...why does this have anything to do with me?
"Then what..."

Seeing the cleaners all turning to look at him after hearing his name, Leon couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

"I've been on field duty with the Scorpio Branch for more than a month, and I've never been to the Dream World before. Could this... be a coincidence?"

"..."

Under the skeptical gazes of the cleaners, the argument in the "live broadcast" became more and more intense.

"The last time I entered that strange singing city, I felt something was wrong."

Raising his great shark arm and pointing towards the looming Mixue Ice City in the distance, Shark Nightmare roared with a ferocious look on his face:
"You keep saying that you are still loyal to Lord Nightmare, but why are there no offerings to Lord Nightmare in that damned ghost town behind you, but instead all statues of Leon the Destroyer?"

"Of course there is a reason for this!"

The face of the nightmare could not be seen angrily:

"The more fear there is in the Abyss of the Fallen Souls, the faster the Nightmare King will recover! Who in the entire Dream World is not afraid of the Destroyer? We built so many statues of Leon the Destroyer just to collect the fear of him from the entire Dream World, so that the Nightmare King can recover as soon as possible!"

"But this is the deepest part of the Soul-Fallen Abyss and the source of the Nightmare River!"

Scarecrow Nightmare shook his skinny body and shouted angrily:
"Lord Nightmare King is sleeping in the Nightmare River and will wake up from here in the future. Yet you actually built a statue of the enemy who killed him directly at the source of the Nightmare River. This is blatant blasphemy!"

“This… may be a little disrespectful, but this is the only way to allow Lord Nightmare to recover soon!”

"Stop talking nonsense, you are damned traitors, and those statues of the Destroyer are the biggest proof!"

As if he was tired of the other party's words, the Scarecrow Nightmare sneered, raised his dry arms, and threw them towards the hundreds of thousands of nightmares behind him who were ready to attack.

"Go ahead! Let me see the deepest fear in the hearts of you rebels!"

"Alright."

After finding that his explanation was not working, Nightmare, whose face could not be seen clearly, gave up persuading him, retreated into the formation with a gloomy face, and then waved his arms.

"Since you are so stubborn, let's use our nightmare method and let the Fallen Soul Black Abyss help you and me decide who is right and who is wrong!"

As the negotiations completely broke down, the millions of nightmares that were standing in confrontation shouted in unison, and then almost simultaneously let go of their resistance to the Soul-Fallen Abyss, releasing the deepest fear in their hearts. Billowing black smoke emerged from each nightmare and surged into the sky.

Then, amid the extremely confused expressions of the cleaners, two familiar huge figures quietly condensed, with a crazy aura that wanted to destroy everything, standing opposite each other with their arms folded across their chests, staring at each other with murderous eyes.

"Oh, that's all."

The "Giant Leon" on the left raised his head with contempt, and spoke along with the scarecrow under Leon's feet:

"Is this the extent of your fear?"

"Humph! You just have more people!"

The slightly smaller but more solid "Giant Leon" on the right snorted angrily, then raised his head with the same arrogance.

"When it comes to fear of the Destroyer, we are far superior to you!!!"

(End of this chapter)

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