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Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...

The dream begins again.

There was a slight sound of wind beside my ears, and the air was filled with the smell of rotten earth.

Karen turned over, originally wanting to avoid this dream and continue sleeping. After all, he was already too familiar with this kind of dream that would be "invited" from time to time.

But the sound of footsteps approaching from far away made him instinctively open his eyes.

The customary background of the pool had disappeared and turned into a swamp, and I slept in the muddy ground.

He didn't like this kind of touch because he had taken a shower before going to bed. Once he had this dream, he would still feel unclean after waking up.

In front of him, the sickle was still shaking back and forth towards him.

It has never tired of wanting to poke fun at itself.

After Karen opened her eyes, it crackled even more vigorously.

The artifacts enshrined in the Temple of Order will clean out the excess self-consciousness they nourished every once in a while. The last time [Scythe of War] was cleaned out, its main consciousness fled to Karen for refuge.

Although it has not yet reached the level of a weapon spirit, it already has considerable spirituality, and because of its existence, Karen now has much higher control over the [Scythe of War] than Marvalho.

Karen raised his hand and pushed it away, letting it go to the side to get sick.

Ahead, a golden skeleton appeared.

She had once peeked into her deepest secret, but after he "resolved" it with her, he had warned her not to appear in his sight again, and indeed there had been no news from her for a long time.

This time, she appeared in his dream.

You can't stand the loneliness again and are ready to make a move, aren't you?

Karen stood up slowly, and the environment in the swamp changed accordingly. Green grass and flowers began to spread out, and in the distance, a sea of ​​lavender could be seen.

The golden skull was gone, but on the other side of the lavender, Karen saw Buchan.

He was crossing his arms on his chest, worshiping Karen silently, with tears streaming down his face.

Karen took two steps towards his position, and a wave of orioles passed in front of him. Buchan, who paid homage to him, was instantly replaced by the whip bearer Foden with indifferent eyes.

Foden said: "Do you still want to take chances in front of me?"

Karen said nothing.

Foden continued: "I have seen your secret, I know who you are."

Karen shook his head. Although it was a dream, everything in the dream was very delicate, so delicate that he was willing to "interact" here.

"No, whip bearer, you don't."

"Do you think you are hiding well? In my eyes, it is impossible for you to hide any secrets."

"I don't believe it."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because if you really saw through my secret, you wouldn't talk to me so calmly."

Foden fell silent, and his body turned into a black mist that spread. In an instant, everything around him seemed to be covered with a thick black veil.

Karen reached out and peeled off the black veil, and he saw a lonely villa sitting there.

The appearance of the villa was very familiar, but Karen still thought about it for a while before she recognized that it was her home on Mink Street.

Without the street background, it looks a bit strange when placed here alone.

At the door of the house, there was an old man standing.

The old man seemed to hear the footsteps behind him. He turned around and looked at Karen. He was Rasma.

"You kid, you finally dare to come back."

"Um."

Karen nodded and continued walking forward.

"If it weren't for you, Dis wouldn't lie here and fall into a deep sleep."

"You are wrong. My grandfather's family is the most important concern in his heart, but the reason why he chose to sleep was not for me, but because he did not want his hands to be stained with the blood of the Priest of Order.

Otherwise, why do you think you are still standing here alive?"

"Hehehe..." Rasma laughed from her throat, "Boy, after being out for a few years, things are different."

"I hope you are different too, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

"Otherwise, I will be very disappointed."

"Your grandpa wouldn't talk like you, nor would he be as arrogant as you."

"That's because grandpa is old. As for what my grandpa looked like when he was young, Lord Rasma, you should know best."

"Is it……"

A voice sounded from above.

Karen raised his head, and saw the majestic Throne of Order suspended in the air. On the throne, stood a man, who was wearing the highest order divine robe within the Cult of Order.

Immediately afterwards, huge beams of light fell down, and the elders of the temple descended one after another.

The earth began to tremble, the sky began to collapse, and everything in sight was being ruthlessly torn apart.

"The Great Priest..."

Norton looked at Karen and said:

"There should be no more gods in this world."

"Yes, that's right."

"So, go die and return your power to my lord, so that my lord can continue to suppress this era."

"High Priest, he is already very tired. Even without me, he won't be able to hold on for too long."

"But, this is still not the reason for you to continue to exist."

Norton raised his palm, and the Throne of Order began to move downwards.

"boom!"

After endless annihilation, the surroundings became empty and void.

Karen turned around and looked forward. There, there was a tall figure sitting quietly. Under him, there were endless corpses. The Sword of Chaos stood not far in front, within reach.

In front of him, he faced a light curtain as vast as the Milky Way, like a standing river of epochs, with hands and legs already protruding from it.

If this scene were painted, no one would think it was a sacred god. This is clearly an evil ghost who came to the world.

Karen started walking forward. It was a long distance. As he walked, he stopped. Very suddenly, there was no back figure in front of him. This meant that he was already behind him, and he was

in front of him.

Karen turned around, wanting to take a look at his front.

He saw a rotting corpse, with countless dragon-like maggots squirming in his empty eye sockets;

Pussy bubbles bulged on his body, and the rupture of each one could cause a terrible natural disaster;

He sits here, facing the curse from the gods.

Suddenly, a ball of light seemed to be about to appear in the dark eye sockets.

This decaying body of a god trembled slightly.

"Snapped!"

Karen opened her eyes and sat up.

He is currently on the bed in the bedroom.

There were traces of moisture in the eye sockets, and Karen subconsciously thought it was bleeding.

"Um, did you have a nightmare?"

Little Kangna, who was sleeping at the end of the bed, was awakened by Karen's movements. She got up to check on Karen.

"It's okay, I disturbed your sleep."

"You're crying." Xiao Kangna's eyes were gleaming even at night.

Karen suddenly realized, oh, are they tears, not blood.

In this way, what happened just now was really just a very random dream. It was simply the conscious projection of my chaotic thoughts during the day in my sleep.

"I'll get up and take a walk."

"I'll accompany you."

"Just keep sleeping, really."
To be continued...