Chapter 28: Dreamland Paradise
A large ball of light was floating high in the air above the mountaintop.
About twenty ordinary people were tied to wooden stakes in the shape of crosses, forming a circle around the ball of light. Blue spirit tentacles continuously drilled in and out of the five senses of these victims, taking away the mysterious energy belonging to human spirits and replenishing the huge blue ball of light in the center.
These victims were either fishermen fishing nearby or merchant ships passing by and attacked by Dreamland Paradise. From last year to now, a total of more than a thousand living people had been sacrificed, but of course, it was still insignificant in the entire Eastern Solomon Empire.
After extracting the spiritual energy for another month, the entire island would soon be pulled to the boundary between reality and illusion, becoming a lonely island in the collective unconscious, an eternal paradise.
At that time, it could appear in reality and also travel through the ocean of the collective unconscious, becoming an easily defensible haven for Dreamland Paradise.
Since collecting the plane fragment of Paradise Mountain, Archbishop Alexander, head of the Asia Minor branch of Dreamland Paradise, had secretly formulated this ambitious plan – to transform the entire plane fragment of Paradise Mountain into a semi-plane branch belonging to Dreamland Paradise, so as to completely avoid the continental heresy crackdown plan launched by the Solomon Church every few years.
Of course, due to the unique defensive advantages of the semi-plane, this semi-plane branch would surely be promoted to headquarters soon. At that time, Archbishop Alexander would no longer be just the head of a branch, but would most likely successfully enter the church’s council of elders and become a powerful figure in the sect.
As long as he still held the access rights to the plane fragment, all kinds of power struggles at the top would not even affect him, and he could sit firmly on the throne of the council of elders.
This was Archbishop Alexander’s hidden ambition.
“Alarm from the No. 1 defense line at the foot of the mountain.” One of the priests said. The four priests present were all confidants of Archbishop Alexander. Therefore, his first reaction was not that someone had leaked information, causing demigods from the Eastern Solomon Empire or the headquarters of Dreamland Paradise to come, but that some uninformed passers-by had landed on the island.
To be able to pass through the outer dream creature territory and make the Slumbering Warriors at the foot of the mountain sound the alarm, these passers-by still had some combat power. Just as Archbishop Alexander was thinking this, the priest who had first sounded the alarm suddenly changed his expression:
“The No. 1 defense line has been breached! Two Slumbering Warriors’ signals have gone silent! The No. 2 defense line… the No. 2 defense line has also been breached! The enemy is advancing towards the No. 3 defense line, the No. 3 defense line has also been breached!”
“What are the characteristics of the invaders?” Archbishop Alexander could no longer remain calm and hurriedly asked, “Are they equipped with heavy firepower weapons? Or are they high-ranking extraordinary beings?”
“Flames!” Through the dream connection, the priest saw the scene that the Slumbering Warriors saw before they died. “Endless flames!”
“Could it be a demigod of the Fire Sequence?” Archbishop Alexander’s face changed drastically. “But, the magic tide hasn’t risen yet! How can these demigods act freely?”
In the closed beta version of the plot, the level cap for extraordinary beings was 5. This cap didn’t mean that extraordinary beings couldn’t raise their level to level 6, but that the extraordinary creatures distributed on the continent, and the extraordinary power that could be obtained, could only support extraordinary beings reaching level 5 at most.
If it was the 5th Epoch, the old monsters who survived from before the 4th Epoch, then let alone level 5, there were level 25, 35, and so on. However, they couldn’t move around freely in the world. On the one hand, the potion materials for their promotion, the corresponding high-level extraordinary creatures, had already fallen into slumber, and there were simply no similar existences in the world; on the other hand, using abilities at will would consume spirituality, and the current magic tide level was not enough to replenish their daily consumption of spirituality from using abilities.
To use a vivid but not quite accurate analogy, assuming that a level 5 extraordinary needs to eat a pound of chicken every day, and a level 35 extraordinary needs to eat a pound of beef every day, then the current magic tide level has caused wild chickens to be everywhere on the continent, but the wild cattle have all dug holes and gone into hibernation.
Therefore, level 5 extraordinary beings could be alive and kicking, while level 35 could only keep a low profile and pretend to be ordinary people, otherwise they would starve to death from frequent consumption of spirituality.
Therefore, it was absolutely impossible for it to be a demigod! Archbishop Alexander concluded that unless the information about the Paradise Mountain fragment had really been leaked (but the four subordinates who were the only ones who knew were with him day and night on this mountaintop, so this possibility was ruled out), the visitors were at most those below level 5 on the bloodline path, otherwise they would not be able to directly attack.
“All the Slumbering Warriors guarding the mountain path, retreat to the top of the mountain to defend!” The enemy was advancing so fast, which meant that two or three Slumbering Warriors were not their opponents. The reasonable response was of course for everyone to retreat to the top of the mountain and then concentrate their forces to resist the enemy. Archbishop Alexander immediately gave the order.
“Die, pigs!” On the mountain path, Medea in the flames cursed angrily, once again smashing a Dream Warrior down the cliff with a large fireball. She muttered to herself, her whole body covered in flowing high-temperature flames, floating and rushing towards the top of the mountain again.
The other three girls didn’t dare to get too close to her, for fear that their hair or clothes would catch fire, so they could only rush forward along the mountain path.
Along the way, they encountered fewer and fewer mobs. Asker keenly noticed this. It seemed that the boss had summoned all the mobs back to the top of the mountain, intending to wait for them and attack in groups?
What a pity, if it was the peak of the magic tide, maybe I would still worry about some traps, but the dungeon boss in the open beta, at most it would be level 5, right?
Just rush up and kill it.
Rushing to the top of the mountain, their vision suddenly cleared. The top of the mountain was a huge open space, about a few hundred meters in diameter. A conspicuous spirit ball of light was floating in the air, instantly attracting everyone’s attention.
Then there were the victims tied to the stakes below, the Slumbering Warriors, and the Dream priests. A rough count showed that there were about twenty enemies.
At this time, there was no need for nonsense. They had already reached the enemy’s lair, so what was there to say? The battle broke out almost immediately. The Dream priests on the other side cast spells first, summoning five Dream Puppets, all heavily armed powered armor knights.
Eleanor almost burst into tears, why were they all targeting her memory to summon?
In fact, Nuo and Peggy had never seen extraordinary beings before, and Medea was in a state of spiritual frenzy, unable to read memories. Asker was hiding far behind, so the Dream priests naturally could only find targets from her memory.
So Eleanor’s father, two uncles, and the two most powerful knights under her command were copied. The two-meter-tall powered armor was murderous, which immediately emboldened the priests.
Before they could really feel at ease, the berserk Medea had completely erupted. She widened her bloodshot eyes, looking at so many male NPCs in front of her, she simply drained her remaining spirituality, shouted angrily, and fireballs shot out from her hands randomly, instantly washing all the enemies present, and almost setting the entire mountaintop on fire.
Without the psychic’s group suggestion, Eleanor and Peggy could only bite the bullet and charge forward. The former, relying on the defensive power of her armor and the long reach of her spear, attacked continuously in the crowd. The latter, relying on her super-fast movement, wandered around the edge of the battlefield, occasionally approaching an enemy and delivering a backstab.
Nuo stood there at a loss. At this time, she didn’t have any combat ability and couldn’t participate in the battle in front. For a while, no one paid attention to her, and suddenly she heard Asker’s shout from behind:
“Nuo, come here!”
She hurriedly turned her head and saw Asker hiding behind the small slope of the mountain path, secretly observing the battlefield from a hidden place. Nuo hurriedly ran over and stayed with Asker, immediately feeling much more at ease.
“See those five wearing priest robes over there?” Asker pointed to the distance and said, “Those five are the bosses.”
“Hmm.” Nuo nodded obediently. “What do you need me to do?”
“You don’t need to do anything.” Asker said, “They are going to activate the ball of light above to unleash their ultimate move, I’ll see if I can kill one of them while they are at it. You watch carefully which one the ball of light’s ultimate move attacks, if it’s Eleanor or Medea, then don’t worry about it (these two, one has thick skin and the other has high HP, they can’t be killed), if it’s Peggy, you shout to warn her.”
“Wouldn’t that attract the enemy?” Nuo asked.
“In Medea’s full firepower berserk mode, their primary strategic goal is to kill Medea, otherwise they would have to withstand her firepower to rush over, the sacrifice is too great.” Asker pointed his thumb at himself. “Besides, I’m still here, aren’t I?”
“Okay.” Nuo immediately felt relieved and focused her attention on the ball of light.
The five priests on the other side stretched out their arms, making a “hugging the sun” posture. Blue light emanated from their eyes and noses, surging towards the large ball of light above their heads. The blue light gathered into a torrent on the surface of the ball of light, and suddenly rushed towards Eleanor.
Soul Torrent!
Eleanor was fighting bravely beside Medea when she was suddenly hit by the Soul Torrent. She raised her shield and forcefully blocked the magic light that fell from the sky, feeling a huge pressure hitting her shield, her left hand almost unable to hold the handle of the shield.
Taking advantage of Eleanor being knocked back, the Slumbering Warriors and powered armor knights next to her immediately filled in and attacked Medea in the flames frantically. The latter’s fighting style was also like a madman, constantly throwing high-temperature flames around, just like an erupting volcano.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, booming like thunder. Asker’s Desert Eagle fired an elephant hunting bullet, piercing through the chests of three Slumbering Warriors and blasting a large hole in the chest of one of the priests.
The other four priests immediately changed their expressions when they saw this, but because they were maintaining the Soul Torrent, they didn’t stop casting immediately.
It was this momentary hesitation of the bosses that Asker had calculated in advance. There were three more short and consecutive gunshots, and the three priest bosses immediately fell to the ground.
Now Archbishop Alexander, the only one left, didn’t dare to continue casting anymore, and hurriedly interrupted the Soul Torrent (at this time, Eleanor was almost hit by the ultimate move to the edge of the cliff, one second later and she would have fallen off the cliff and been killed by the map). With his order, only half of the warriors stayed beside Medea to continue entangling her, while the other half rushed towards Asker.
“Stay hidden, I’m going.” Asker said to Nuo, and then met the surging enemies with his sword. Looking at Asker’s back as he rushed out, Nuo almost burst into tears – she remembered the legends she had read, heroes were always like this, alone with their swords, facing enemies far exceeding their number, bravely facing difficulties.
“Lord, please bless Mr. Asker, may his sword drink blood on the battlefield, and may the enemy’s evil blade never touch the corner of his clothes.” She knew that she, who was powerless at this time, couldn’t rush to the battlefield to support him, so she could only close her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and silently pray to God.
Asker drew his sword and charged towards the enemy. The powered armor knight illusion in front charged towards him. He sidestepped the mace and backhanded a backstab, his sword piercing into the knight’s unprotected joint gap.
Then he quickly drew his sword again, blocking the attacks of the two Slumbering Warriors on the left, lightly deflecting and pulling, pulling their attacks to the right, the blade of his sword pressing against the neck of one of them, quickly and skillfully cutting half a circle, blood spraying from the cut trachea.
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