I've Become the King of Villains in the Game
Chapter 1041 - 677: Dagon’s Nightmare_2

Chapter 1041: Chapter 677: Dagon’s Nightmare_2

"My incarnation has been destroyed..."

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Boom—

Beelzebub’s eastern city, Strauss.

Violent explosions were occurring everywhere.

The crowd fled in panic, screams and shrieks intertwined.

Some Transcendents wearing blue robes with dark green vests were even more terrified, running for their lives as if they’d encountered something dreadful.

Yet slender shadows followed closely, extending like tentacles along the ground, walls, and even mid-air, quickly engulfing them.

"Kill all members of the Hand of Pale Leaves, leave no one."

Azjiluo, the Speaker dressed in a gray robe, walked slowly down the street, speaking calmly.

"Yes, Speaker."

Members of the Generous Council responded promptly.

A few blocks away, beneath a dilapidated tenement building in the slums.

A woman with flaxen hair, tied in a ponytail, sat against the wall, gazing intently at a spot, seemingly waiting for something.

"Ilina, stay calm, you need an opportunity... If you can kill just one more competitor, you’ll receive His Majesty Dagon’s blessing, completing your accumulation and preparing for a higher promotion... Then, the chances of winning the ’Honor Carnival’ will be greater, and you’ll be the ultimate victor! Obtain the supreme blessing of the Sea God!"

The woman silently encouraged herself.

Soon, a rush of frantic footsteps approached.

Ilina looked up to see a blood-soaked, severely injured woman stagger into this poor district.

The woman still wore the distinctive attire of the Hand of Pale Leaves.

Ilina’s eyes gleamed, then she concealed her excitement.

A bloodthirsty thrill flashed across her face, and after taking a few deep breaths, she quietly stood up and walked towards the injured woman.

The woman seemed to sense something, abruptly halted, and turned back, her bloodstained face showing a bewildered expression.

"Competitor..."

As she spoke, her expression changed drastically.

"Hey! Listen! The Generous Council is sweeping through this city, all Transcendents standing on this land are their targets... Even if you kill me, you won’t escape, nor win that so-called ’Carnival’ victory?"

"Ignorant."

Ilina said coldly.

She suddenly flashed forward, her scaled hand closed, sharp nails like a blade, instantly piercing the left chest of the woman, opening her heart.

Splatter—

The woman was indeed severely injured, without even the strength to dodge, collapsing powerlessly into Ilina’s embrace after taking the blow.

"You... you damned bitch, I Curse you not to die well."

The woman widened her eyes, blood spilling from the corners of her mouth, her expression twisted in pain and ferocity as she spoke.

Ilina maintained a cold face, pushing back with her hand.

Then, with a swipe of her hand, she severed the opponent’s head.

The body fell with a thud, landing in a pool of blood.

Ilina glanced downward, picked up the Mysterious Substance extracted from the woman, and suppressed her inner joy and excitement, turning to flee swiftly.

She found an uninhabited dilapidated house, leapt to the third floor, entered one of the rooms, and leaned in the corner, closing her eyes.

"Great King of Divers, deeper than the Abyss, seeker of Bayleaf, His Majesty Dagon... competitor Ilina, humbly request your audience."

Ilina silently prayed.

Soon, a wave of drowsiness swept over.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself once more at the dilapidated, dim bay beach, the tide still roaring.

The distant sea surged violently, the sky was gloomy with thunder and lightning.

On the square Stone Pillars standing in the sea, a fish-headed Giant clung atop.

"Ilina, well done..."

Dagon’s voice boomed like thunder throughout the bay.

"The ’Honor Carnival’ had nine competitors, now only you, Lucy, and Boone remain... go, kill them, you will be the final winner."

As he spoke, the gigantic fish-man raised a huge hand.

Intangible Mythical Might descended, and salty sea winds arose.

Ilina suddenly found that her Mystical Accumulation rapidly increased, reaching an exceedingly deep level in just a few breaths.

She was only a Promotion Ceremony away from being a high-level Saint.

"Thank His Majesty Dagon for bestowing!"

Ilina prostrated herself on the ground, her head pressed against the beach, and respectfully thanked.

Dagon’s indifferent voice continued:

"Ilina, you need to be aware that the other two competitors are in a very special state, and their positions are extremely dangerous, you must—"

Suddenly.

A terrifying roar echoed in Ilina’s ears.

"Damn!!"

The roar belonged to His Majesty Dagon.

Whether it was an illusion, Ilina felt that she even heard a trace of fear in that roar.

She looked up, witnessing the most unforgettable scene of her life.

She saw the ancient square Stone Pillars on the distant sea, His Majesty Dagon leaned back in shock and anger, above him, a figure in a tattered azure robe tore through the border of this dream, reaching in—

It was a man wearing a rusting Iron Crown, with disheveled, white long hair!

His expression was neither joyful nor sad, his eyes half-closed.

He stretched out his hand, reaching towards His Majesty Dagon!

Ilina felt a sharp pain in her eyes, and tears of blood flowed from the corners.

"Azure King!!!"

Dagon’s roar echoed like thunder.

While Ilina’s consciousness faded, she awoke suddenly from the dream.

"Hah—"

She abruptly sat up, gasping for breath, her face full of terror.

In the silent, dilapidated room, there was only her heavy, rapid breathing.

Great His Majesty Dagon...