Lord of Mysteries:Dream

Chapter 183: Dream

You're crazy."

Salinger's eyes made Truman feel familiar. The last god with such eyes was the "Blood Emperor" Alistair Tudor.

Of course, the "Emperor of Hades" and "God of Death" in front of him not only had extreme madness and indifference in his eyes, but also had an...appetite for Truman.

"Dream..." Salinger's voice was a bit distant and ethereal, as if it came from the distant Western Continent. For a moment, Truman couldn't tell whether it was the "River of Eternal Darkness".

"It's only now that I know what you are." Salinger's indifferent eyes burned with pale and red flames.

The entire space, especially the tributary of the "River of Eternal Darkness" under the altar, is gradually becoming crazy and the waves are rolling.

"My original plan was to eat Night and Dusk before eating you."

"After all, the best food is saved for last."

The corners of Salinger's mouth curled up, giving him a human feeling, like a hungry person looking at the best delicacies.

"You can't suppress the desire to get together anymore, can you?"

The fourth pillar will not actively gather before the universe enters the process of destruction, so what Salinger desires most is still the "dark night" and "twilight" adjacent to his path.

And he... to put it bluntly, who wouldn't want to eat his dreams?

"Old Succubus" and "Secret Tang Monk" are not just words... Truman joked to himself.

"Since you have arrived at my door, I will eat you first."

Sallinger did not deny that a madman is no different from a fool. He never considers other issues and only needs to "eat".

"Many people have expressed this attitude in front of me. You are not even the most powerful one, but they are all dead."

Truman opened the book of dreams, hesitated for a moment, and tore out the four pages that represented "authority".

Salinger's pupils shrank suddenly and his face became serious.

What is the state of a god who combines all uniqueness and controls the essence?

Since the first era of ignorance, there has been only one ancient sun god who has achieved this level. Because he has not yet completely accommodated the source of matter, he is not considered a complete state of old.

Truman was able to separate the uniqueness of the four powers from the Book of Dreams long ago.

The end has not yet come, half of the old person is enough to crush everyone, and Truman is also slightly resistant to going further, there is a high probability... there will be a pitfall.

But now, it is needed.

As for the rituals that accommodate uniqueness, that can be made up later.

Buzz!

The four pieces of uniqueness entered Truman's body one after another. At this moment, Truman naturally showed his own dreamy and mythical form, and countless tentacles spread out in this dark space.

"Let me see what a 'pillar' is and what a 'symbol' is."

Truman looked at Salinger and spoke softly, with some curiosity and some longing.

His eyes reflected the starry sky, like a child looking up at the starry sky for the first time, only clear.

But this kind of look made Sallinger, who was already half of his old self, feel his heart sink, and he had some bad premonitions.

He had already known Truman in the second era, and was used to that dream that was too rich in human nature. Now he was a little uneasy when faced with this kind of dreamy eyes without any human emotion.

He, a born mythical creature, probably didn't know that the ignorant children among humans also had such expressions when they poured boiling hot water into the ant nest.

Now, Sallinger is that "ant."

boom!

The water of the "River of Eternal Darkness" rose crazily and began to submerge the Bone Altar. At this time, those dreamy tentacles struck down hard.

It was like the collision of ocean waves, stirring up countless streams of light, and in the stream of light, Salinger inserted his hand into his body and pulled out a rib that shone like rust.

This rib transformed into a black and red sickle, a kind of collapse of all things, and the breath of the end of the universe surged out from this sickle.

"Interesting?" Truman tilted his head, reached out and grabbed an identical sickle from nothingness, with the same frightening aura of collapse.

The fantasy came true. He had already recreated a weapon that was half the level of the old days with just a thought.

This is not "reality", but "dream".

After forcibly merging the four uniquenesses, He has initially mastered the power of "dream" just like the "ancient sun god" who has initially mastered "omniscience and omnipotence".

Truman's figure flashed and appeared directly in front of Salinger's body. The death sickle in his hand drew a dark red trajectory.

Bang!

Salinger also waved the Death Scythe, and the two scythes with the same style and the same breath collided together.

Bang!

A strong aura of collapse and destruction burst out from the place where the two scythes collided. It was so strong that the space where the "River of Eternal Darkness" was located shook violently.

But this time, the Death Scythe in Truman's hand was eroded by some kind of power and began to collapse.

"Hey, not as pure as you? Is this a 'symbol'?" Truman seemed to understand, and waved away the sickle in his hand.

When there is no symbol of "the end", the sickle that He recreated has the authority of "death" and "disaster", but it does not have a higher level of power.

But as Truman's opponent, Sallinger froze the moment he saw the death scythe, and he breathed a sigh of relief only after confirming that Truman had not copied all his "symbols" away.

After becoming half the old man, He did master some kind of power that was more abstract and difficult to fathom than authority, which was the symbol of "the end".

"It seems that only symbols can deal with you." In the first trial of "Dream" power, Sallinger had already seen the horror of this kind of power, so he chose "symbols" as a "weapon."

The flames in Salinger's eyes grew fierce, reaching the extreme, and then exploded.

In one of the most violent explosions, something more abstract, more indescribable than a concept, appeared in Salinger.

This is the most powerful power he obtained after forcibly merging the "Red Priest" path with the "God of Death" persona and becoming half of the Old One. Although it is not complete, it is enough.

"It's... wonderful." Truman blinked, and one of the dream tentacles directly stole a breath from Salinger.

Tsk!

After stealing that ray of symbolic power, that dream tentacle collapsed directly. Even the essence of the dream phosphorescence could no longer be maintained and turned into the most primitive chaotic energy.

"Today you will become my food." Seeing this scene, Salinger gradually raised the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't wait to enjoy the "delicious food" that even "God" could not taste.

"Very good! I'm very satisfied!" Truman clapped his hands gently, as if celebrating the birth of "The End".

All the dreamy tentacles were dancing wildly, making the whole space tremble uncontrollably.