Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest
Chapter 441 - 14: Ghost Dream

Chapter 441: Chapter 14: Ghost Dream

The entire world was submerged by a tidal wave of shadows.

It was dark and profound.

Roman stood alone in the darkness, coldly gazing at the distant battlefield.

Countless blurry figures formed two massive armies, clashing fiercely against each other!

Behind the armies on both sides, a rising, pervasive tidal wave of shadows.

The northern side coldly projected the ferocious shadows of dragons, the dragons let out terrifying roars.

The dragon shadows manipulated storm flames, either reaping mortals like cutting grass or plummeting to the ground heavily wounded.

The southern shadows condensed into fully armored phantom knights, charging into the battlefield on steeds conjured from thick fog like red and black specters.

The red-armored knights were shrouded entirely by a blood aura, the black-armored knights hurled demon hunting spears!

The ancient barbaric horn resounded across the battlefield!

Dragon roars and horse neighs, cries of battle shook the heavens!

People constantly fell; others constantly surged forward!

In this profound and deathly silent world, everything seemed illusory, that battlefield distant and unfamiliar.

Roman watched coldly.

But the battlefield was utterly boring, despite its grand scale, it was still primitive and savage, leaving him with no desire to appreciate it.

So he turned his gaze elsewhere, only to find the entire world engulfed by darkness, dark and profound, he could see little indeed, and he could not discern it.

When he averted his gaze, that distant battlefield quietly vanished into the darkness, as if nothing had ever happened.

Yet what was it like here before the shadows engulfed it?

Tap, tap, tap!

Roman seemed to hear some kind of footsteps hidden in the darkness.

Was something approaching him?

The footsteps grew closer, and lighter, cautious and careful, like a predator in the forest.

But Roman stared into the darkness for a long time, seeing no one emerge.

And at this moment, he suddenly smelled a faint sulfur, pungent smoke, scorching and evil...

...

Shasta felt a pair of hands caressing her body, but she was too drowsy lately, her sleepiness not yet faded, she really didn’t want to open her eyes. The owner of this aura was very familiar, she had no resistance in her heart, she instinctively murmured something, then turned over, leaving herself completely exposed, stretching her lovely body to its full extent.

The hands grew hotter, and her body was heating up, it felt much like soaking in a hot spring, a sense of fullness.

The Nightmare’s witch’s face and neck gradually flushed.

She was wide awake now, tilting her head, lightly humming without speaking.

"Shasta, I had a dream." Roman lowered his head and nibbled on her soft earlobe, his strong broad body enveloping her entirely.

"Your Highness, what dream!" Shasta suddenly opened her eyes to gaze at him, her eyes like two fresh rubies, her expression dignified yet cool.

Roman was very fond of her exquisite beautiful face, Shasta had an oval face, her features harmoniously proportioned, very striking in appearance, especially with her serious personality, unsmiling, when engaged in serious business, she would put on either a stern or indifferent expression, naturally exuding an aura that pushed people away from a thousand miles.

To say something crude, he was actually a bit excited.

Roman didn’t move, but Shasta sensed something different about her body, her eyes widened slightly, but the feeling of pressure was getting stronger. Her master’s character was very strange, sometimes she didn’t know how she provoked him.

Shasta’s face grew even redder, she tightly pressed her lips, turning her head to look at the stone window.

"What dream?" she asked again.

"A dream of dragons and gods." Roman said softly in her ear, feeling an intense sense of confinement for a moment.

Shasta’s entire body tensed, her toes curled, then she relaxed completely, going limp on the bed, she tried to maintain a calm tone, but deep down her throat, it seemed like she was about to cry.

"I, I understand."

Roman reached out to smooth her disheveled hair.

Shasta was very grateful for Roman’s gentle gesture each time after concluding, preventing her from feeling too embarrassed. She actually had no status, could never become the legitimate wife, nor a lover, yet she was unable to refuse his solicitations.

But he sometimes cared about her feelings quite a bit, never ignoring her after it ended.

"And more." Roman caressed the corner of her mouth lightly.

Shasta nodded gently, her body moving down, as she opened her mouth, she recalled Roman’s answer, a different kind of expression on her face.

"You know what it is?" he asked.

"Your Highness, it’s just a dream." Shasta mumbled. She noticed he was very excited today, perhaps from months of suppression, or maybe for some other reason. If it’s the latter, that would be bad.

"Tell me about it."

She paused to find the words, then spoke truthfully: "It was a Ghost Dream."

Roman suddenly said: "I think you are my Ghost Dream."

Shasta fell into silence at once; she didn’t know how to respond.

"I mean it, Ghost Dreams are also known as deep dreams." she emphasized. Roman gazed at the witch, feeling excited again.

"The more humans dabble in spells, the more they are entangled by certain things, which leads to this phenomenon known as Ghost Dreams, laymen call it nightmares... But most people are just scaring themselves; they’re not qualified to have Ghost Dreams."

Having nightmares is not surprising, normal people will always have nightmares.

But Ghost Dreams are different, when a spellcaster’s consciousness sinks, they will dream of a deep, shadowy, illusory world.

"Your Highness, Ghost Dreams are tied to the fate and life and death of all things in the world—" Shasta pointed out. "My teacher, Thunder, has never dreamed since becoming a Seat Witch, because she doesn’t believe in this, her mental strength is so strong that she can freely control her dreams, nobody can invade it. But Prophet firmly believes it, because her spell effects can only manifest in the Netherworld."

"And you?"

Shasta shook her head: "The Prophet forbids us from exploring the Netherworld, this is a secret in the Witch Forest, very few know about it. Witches are cursed, due to spell reasons, from the moment of awakening, our fate is closely connected to Ghost Dreams and the Netherworld."

Only spellcasters call that world the Netherworld. Scholars call it the Spirit Realm, Astrologers call it the Star Realm.

There are many means to observe the Netherworld. Scholars use the Sun Stone for observation, Astrologers divinate using stars as the foundation, witches see it in dreams.

Of course, this is not absolute, witches can also use the Sun Stone, scholars can also divinate, astrologers can also have Ghost Dreams.

"Anyone entangled with Ghost Dreams risks losing themselves and never returning."

"So will I?"

"No!" she blurted out instinctively.

"Don’t worry, I just want to understand my dream." Roman smiled. He had lived on this land for over twenty years, always lacking reverence for those curious legends, if it hadn’t happened to him, he actually wouldn’t pay much attention to this matter.

After all, he was busy, if it were some other nightmare, it would just pass, not important at all.

But Ghost Dreams are rather mysterious, why would he have such dreams? There must be a reason.

If there is indeed danger, then find a solution. As long as the mind doesn’t slip, there’s always a way to overcome difficulties.