Angel was walking on the road, and Charles, who was talking nonsense on his shoulder, showed no sign of waking up.

"no, do not want...!"

"Go away!"

Charles's body was constantly trembling, and his feet would occasionally kick back hard. It seemed that he was dreaming of something terrifying and abnormal. It was not difficult to find from his broken sleep talks that this was definitely not something pleasant.

memory.

"Since this is a dream, then there is a way to save him. Let me think about it... hmm."

"Dream Window...?"

"Maybe we can try this method."

Angel recalled his battle in the dream during the day and had some ideas about how to rescue Charles from the dream. He had to try to enter the dream of his old friend like the man pretending to be Charles today, and then find a way to break it.

His nightmare.

It was late at night, and the already lonely town of Loghill was deserted at the moment. Angel's leather boots stepped rhythmically on the thick snow, making a "knock, bang, bang, bang" sound, far away.

There seemed to be dogs barking intermittently, reaching Angel's ears.

In the sky that cleared up after dusk, the light of the moon and the snow reflected each other. Angel knew that he might never be able to enjoy such peaceful days with peace of mind again. Now that he has gained power, he must bear the price of power, just like

The crisis we encountered today.

Angel, whose body had been strengthened, was much faster than ordinary people. Even with a person on his back, it didn't take much time to rush back to the hotel. In his field of vision, the front desk of the hotel should have been

Where the short, fat bartender stood, a faint black mist slowly faded and disappeared from the air.

"Sure enough, if you are killed in a dream, the mark left in reality will also disappear." Angel took a bottle of malt wine and went upstairs. Needless to say, the boss would also be killed by the other party.

, probably the only advantage is that you can enjoy free wine without paying any compensation.

He gently laid Charles on the bed. Charles's expression was still in pain, sometimes fearful, sometimes panicked. His dramatic expression changed five or six times in just a few seconds. Suddenly he stretched out his hands and started shouting randomly.

Flailing in the air, he gasped violently.

Angel understood that if he didn't act as soon as possible, Charles would probably exhaust his energy and die in constant nightmares, so he began to try to communicate with the so-called soul power seed in his mind.

Ding! The dream entry skill is activated. As a dreamer, you can easily enter the dreams of ordinary people. How to use: Just drive yourself into the dream with your thoughts.

The communication process was unexpectedly easy. The soul power seed in Angel's mind seems to be that after you give an order, it will judge the feasibility and alternatives of the order on its own, just like a personal assistant.

"Hey, this is convenient." In Angel's field of vision, dreams of all sizes were floating in the air like bubbles, with various stories being interpreted in different bubbles. The one closest to him at the moment

Bubbles are exactly what Charles dreamed about.

In the dream, he was being pinched by the neck by a strange man with horns on his head. Charles seemed to be trying hard to break free, but all in vain.

"Damn it, he's about to stop breathing!" Angel turned his head to look at Charles's dream and noticed his breathing gradually slowing down.

"Concentrate your thoughts!"

Angel suddenly turned into a ray of light, and suddenly entered Charles' dreamland. When entering the dreamland, there was no spinning feeling as Angel imagined. It was as if you were jumping from a step of about one meter.

It's the same as when I hit the ground, except for a slight sting on my feet.

"This is it."

Angel looked at the vast dark environment around him, and only the place where Charles was in front of him was emitting white light. With a thought, he came behind Charles almost instantly, but the strange thing was that neither the dream monster nor the

Charles didn't notice Angel's arrival.

Angel didn't pay attention. He skillfully took out his hand and grabbed it. The bullets on the handle of the gun were already shown to have two rounds left. The moment he raised the gun, the skill he had just mastered, Aiming Level 1, was also activated at the same time!

"boom!"

The small pistol seemed to be more powerful than before. The flames sprayed from the muzzle were as long as half the gun body. After a loud bang that was comparable to that of a small hand cannon, the monster that was directly hit dissipated on the spot.

Charles in the dream also disappeared at the same time.

Ding! Special pistol (bound) [evolvable]: Obtain unique skills, powerful ammunition, the power increases after each shot, and the power is restored when three bullets are fired, and cannot be inherited.

However, after defeating the monster this time, he was not strengthened like before. Angel guessed that this nightmare was just a semblance of Charles being implanted by the alienator, not an entity.

Probably to better eat living animals? Angel thought.

He knew that some carnivores liked prey that was constantly struggling and devoured the prey in fear. Perhaps these so-called alienated animals were the same.

Fortunately, not all was lost, at least the enhancement of the pistol was an unexpected bonus.

After losing the protagonist Charles, the dream began to shatter piece by piece. At the same time, a purple door of light appeared next to Angel. Needless to say, Angel knew that this was the way to go back.

Just when he was about to step into the light door, there seemed to be a faint sigh and shout coming from the extremely distant nothingness, but he listened carefully, but heard nothing.

Angel just thought it was his illusion and didn't pay much attention to it, so he stepped into the light door and returned to reality.

............

The Black Watch branch of the West.

"Roxi, is that trash Sethis reliable? The Hand of Darkness has been making frequent moves recently. I don't want to cause trouble at this time. If the coordinates of the gate to the Wild Dream Sea are hidden again because of the dirty tide, then next time we have to wait until such a perfect ebb tide.

Time, it’s not easy. Why is the coordinate point this time near Hensel? It’s really annoying. The dream wall there is probably the thickest in the Western Region.”

"Stop complaining, you're just dealing with a mere mortal. If that idiot Sethis can't even do this, I'll cut off his head and use it as a ball."

"That's not a bad idea."

At this moment, Charles, who had woken up, was eating a meal in bed. The long nightmare had made him almost exhausted. There was not much color on his face due to excessive fright.

"Go back tomorrow." Angel looked at Charles and didn't explain much. He couldn't explain it either. He could only go back first and then slowly think about the future. After the first attack, the second attack would definitely happen.

It would appear soon, because his intuition told him that this was a trap set against him.

He never buys newspapers. Inexplicably, when he went shopping that morning, the newsboy thrust him into a morning newspaper. Located in the remote town of Loghill in the West, a strange murder case happened to be published in that newspaper.

Home page, and he happened to have nothing to do, so he was able to set off and come here. Is all this a coincidence? Angel didn't think so at all.

"Oh? Yes sir."

Charles had never doubted the decision made by Mr. Angel. His last memory only stayed on the first floor when he was looking for clues. As for how he returned to the hotel and lay on the bed, he had no memory at all, but Angel

If you don't tell me, he won't take the initiative to ask.

They came here with no entrustment, just because of Angel's interest. Although I don't know why Mr. didn't choose to continue looking for clues, it is obvious that he no longer wants to stay here. Charles is a very smart person.

Man, he knows that as long as he does his own thing well, that's enough.

Exhaustion soon caused Charles to fall asleep. Angel looked at Charles' dream bubble and was speechless, because in the dream, Charles was wearing funny baby clothes and being held in the arms of an old woman three times his age singing a lullaby.

"Then the first thing to do is to determine how to strengthen yourself to deal with future troubles." Angel looked at his arms, which were almost a little thicker than when they came. He lifted up his clothes, and his body

The muscles are well-proportioned and full. Although he has been exercising before, it is completely incomparable to what he is now.

He quickly punched the air in front of him, and a slight sonic boom spread out like ripples from the place where the punch touched. Angel looked at his fist in disbelief. The full strength made him feel that he could even lift it with his bare hands.

Pick up a car.

"Soul Seed, let's call you that. How can I continue to improve next?"

Ding! 1. Make a conscious link with Huang Menghai, build a bridge of soul power, and gain improved abilities.

2. Hunting other soul power users

The coordinates of the Wild Dream Sea can be searched. Do I need to open it immediately?

"Of course." Angel agreed without thinking. He didn't know what the so-called Wild Dream Sea was. In its view, as long as it could strengthen itself, he could try it and take the initiative to find other soul power users. It was still level one.

The risk was too great for him and not worth the risk.

Ding! Requesting approval, searching, soul docking starts, signal source established, synchronizing, estimated time, 12 hours.

Angel glanced out the window. The weather that had just cleared up when he came back was now covered by thick dark clouds. His intuition told him that greater danger was still approaching.

The basement of Sethis' residence in Henshel City.

Various human corpses were hung on the surrounding walls by huge hooks like pigs in a slaughterhouse. The smell of blood in the basement was extremely strong. A human wearing a white lab coat was standing on the stone in the center of the basement.

On the stage, he used a sharp knife to cut open the stomach of the human lying on the stone stage, and immediately the man's intestines fell from the stone stage.

After cutting open his stomach, he seemed dissatisfied. He paused, looked at the person on the table with crazy eyes, and suddenly stabbed the man's skull on the stone table with a knife.
Chapter completed!