I've Become the King of Villains in the Game
Chapter 1043 - 677 The Nightmare of Dagon_4

Chapter 1043: Chapter 677 The Nightmare of Dagon_4

"So this is ’Abasye’..."

Chen Lun furrowed his brow slightly.

During his explorations on the Outer Continent, he often heard this word.

Among the Nine Great Empires, the state religion of the Ripple Empire is called the "Abasye Cult," worshiping the "Lord of Abasye," essentially the Eternal Sleeper.

"Even I, over the years, have only guarded outside the Lost City and never entered Abasye... Because once you get close, there is a very high chance of being forcibly dragged into the depths of the Dream Realm by the power of the Eternal Sleeper."

Oscar sent a message.

"Not only does it contain the true form of the Mud Oracle, but also the lingering thoughts of the ancient ’Eternal Nightmare’ parasitizing within the Eternal Sleeper, which is quite dangerous."

"No wonder Dagon would flee here..."

Chen Lun let out a cold laugh.

"He counted on me not daring to chase him in."

Oscar nodded slightly, comforting him:

"Let him scurry around a bit longer. Once you become a god, there are plenty of ways to kill him."

Chen Lun pondered for a moment, then asked Oscar:

"Dagon is severely injured by me; if he wants to hibernate, will he also enter the Dream Realm?"

Oscar raised an eyebrow, seeming to have guessed something.

He nodded again.

"There’s an eighty to ninety percent chance he will, because ultimately the Dream Realm is a dream of the Eternal Sleeper. There, Dagon would be very safe and could absorb the Sea God’s power to recover his wounds and strength more quickly."

Upon hearing this, Chen Lun couldn’t help but grin.

Oscar glanced at him, seemingly reading some malice from that smile.

"What are you planning to do?"

"Add some spice to the Eternal Sleeper’s dream."

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Passing through the unguarded "Door of Slumber" once more.

Chen Lun walked down 699 steps and stood on the last one, without stepping into the Dream Realm.

He stood in place, gazing into the scene ahead that was indistinguishable from the Immortal Realm, and slowly raised his hand.

In his palm, a crystal cube spun continuously.

’Want to sleep well?’

Chen Lun chuckled softly, casually tossing the [Omnipresent] crystal cube from his palm. It shot into the Dream Realm and landed within the nearby Gloomy Forest.

With a bang, it shattered against a towering tree, turning into scattered dust... Almost at a visible speed, the entire tree crawled with crystals, transforming into a pale tree-like sculpture.

The pale growth continually spread outward, wantonly eroding the Earth and vegetation.

Everything in sight rapidly lost its original color.

As if the paint of a picture was being washed away, leaving only pale lines behind.

’Even if it’s a dream, it will be a nightmare about the Azure King.’

Chen Lun seemed still unsatisfied.

This time he raised both hands, and from his palms emerged two more crystal cubes.

"Go."

Chen Lun swung his hand.

The two crystal cubes flew further away.

"Not enough!"

Consuming the massive Physical Strength accumulated from "annual festivals," Chen Lun drove his own Mythical Power to once again conjure five or six crystal cubes, tossing his "gifts" into the Dream Realm as if they were free of charge.

Bang! Bang!

Bang bang bang bang!

A sound of crisp explosions, with dazzling pale dust blooming like fireworks.

The once colorful Dream Realm appeared as if infected by a virus, living entities stiffened and withered within the pale hue, everything tending towards dead silence...

Suddenly, Chen Lun felt a strong warning transmitted by his Spiritual Intuition.

He let out a cold laugh.

Clapping his hands, he turned and disappeared from the spot.

The next second.

An old man cloaked in a tattered robe, leaning on a stick wrapped with a worn bundle, appeared at the entrance of the Dream Realm.

He was enveloped in a dim yellow light, surveying the surroundings.

Finally, a hoarse murmur emerged from within the cloak.

After a while.

His figure disappeared again.

He seemed not to care about the matter...

Deep within the Dream Realm.

The void of the vast starry sky.

Beneath an unseen high wall, a man with a bare chest and disheveled hair sat leaning against the wall.

His body was covered with sword wounds, and the wounds were growing with crystals.

Under the tangled hair, the man’s face was expressionless.

He raised his hand, clawing open the wounds, picking out the crystalline-infected flesh and casually discarding it.

But the next second, more crystals grew even faster from the bloody wounds.

"Azure King..."

Feeling his own power being devoured and eroded by the crystals bit by bit, Dagon’s eyes flashed with deep dread, and he gritted his teeth with a low roar.

After an unknown amount of time, the man furrowed his brows.

He seemed to have noticed something and slowly stood up.

Looking out to the end of the starry sky, the floating continent there was turning pale at an increasing speed.

Dagon was dazed.

He once again looked down at the wounds on his body.

The dread turned gradually into fear...