only god

Chapter 508 The Real God!

The priest of the dream god walked in this dream for a month, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find the consciousness in the dream.

Nelson lowered all the stance he could lower, and begged the stranger for mercy with the utmost humility.

However, he got no response.

His voice fell into this peaceful dream, without even a trace of echo.

Nelson was completely desperate. He dropped the oil lamp and the wooden stick, stood up slowly, and walked through the dream like a ghost.

The road under his feet seemed endless, and he couldn't finish it until he died.

"This is hell..."

Nelson murmured in pain.

For so many days, the only thing that can accompany him is his soliloquy.

Nelson kept walking in this dream. He couldn't find a way out there, so he could only keep walking. His spirit became numb from the original collapse, and his whole body was like a walking dead.

One month passed, two months passed, three months passed...
At the end, Nelson no longer cared about time. He just felt that he had been gone for a long time, as if it had been almost a year.

But no matter how long he walked, he never got out of this huge dream.

His consciousness began to become sometimes sober and sometimes chaotic, and he began to act on instinct and kept moving forward.

Day after day, year after year.

One time, when Nelson woke up from the chaos of consciousness, he suddenly realized that he had been gone for almost ten years.

"Ten years...ten years, maybe more, longer than that..."

As Nelson muttered, he knelt down and wept bitterly until he fell asleep from crying.

When he woke up, the surroundings were still the same boring scene.

If it was in reality, Nelson would have gone crazy, but he wasn't crazy because it was in a dream.

For Nelson now, the madness has become a relief.

But unfortunately, he is not qualified to be freed from it.

Nelson could only keep walking, repeating what he had done every day.

Ten years, 20 years, 30 years...

Before he knew it, Nelson had gone nearly 50 years.

He was completely numb. Facing the surrounding scene, he was neither joyful nor desperate. His heart was empty, with nothing, like a stone statue that could speak and act.

Nelson continued to walk forward, unaware that the fog ahead was getting thinner and thinner.

He has lost his mind to the visions around him.

Dreams are becoming clearer and blurred visions are fading.

Wait until all the fog clears.

Nelson stopped suddenly.

His whole body was stiff, and then he trembled crazily with hindsight. His eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he kept making "ah" sounds, like howling a heart-piercing beast.

Nelson was trembling all over his body. For so many years, he seemed to have forgotten how to speak. The spokesperson of Oneiroi knelt down on the ground, slapping the ground continuously, with tears streaming from his eyes, and his whole body was shaking. curl up.

What made him react so excitedly was just an ordinary scene.

A hermit dressed in sackcloth and linen robes stood in front of him, looking at the uninvited guest with a smile.

Nelson's reaction stopped for an unknown amount of time. He stood up tremblingly and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

That was Zealand's dream consciousness.

Nelson's mouth was working hard, and after a long time, he spit out a few words inarticulately,
"How long have I been walking?"

And the answer he heard made him suddenly terrified,

"What are you talking about, didn't you just come in?"

Xi Lan said slowly.

The long-lost fear swept Nelson's body and mind, and he froze all over.

Zealand moves forward slowly,

"I know you, you are the priest of the Dream God.

You must know how to walk through dreams.

Just why are you so embarrassed?Are you not yet familiar with your abilities? "

Nelson backed away one after another, like a frightened mouse.

For so many years, he has completely forgotten the orders of the Oneiroi God Laren. He is no longer like a priest of the Oneiroi God, but more like a frightened old man.

"You... When did you find me?"

Nelson asked.

"I saw it from the beginning.

Moreover, I can see what you are thinking. "

Saying that, Xi Lan opened her hands and said:
"Oh, don't you need to manifest yourself before me?

Why not now? "

After hearing this, Nelson trembled violently. He was already tormented by fear.

"No...no...I entered here by mistake! Let me go!"

Sealand smiled.
"Since you entered here by mistake, I will naturally allow you to leave.

Perhaps, however, you should wait for your god Laren. "

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Dream God Laren noticed something strange.

Even though Nelson received the grace of the gods, he was not a god after all, so he couldn't detect any strangeness in time until he went deep into the dream.

But Laren is, after all, the god in charge of dreams.

Less than a quarter of an hour after Nelson stepped into the dreamland, Laren faintly felt that something was wrong.

Now that two quarters of an hour had passed, the God of Dreams had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Even for exploring dreams, it is not surprising that he hasn't come out of the dream for a quarter of an hour, but Laren's sensitivity to dreams makes him have to pay attention.

"Inside, what happened?"

The dream god Laren stretched out his hand, and the light of the dream gathered. He carefully dragged Xi Lan's dream and slowly opened a door.

After that, Dream God Laren thought for a while, then lowered his head, and stepped into the dreamland himself.

What Laren saw was the same as what Nelson saw, and the surroundings were also gray and illusory fog.

But unlike Nelson, Laren noticed something strange after walking a few steps forward.

"This dream... in the infinite extension?"

Laren was surprised.

Even if the dreams of mortals seem to be infinitely broad, they are limited no matter what.

And the dream in front of Laren's eyes is constantly extending and generating new regions.

This is like a never-ending road, no matter how one moves forward, there is no end in sight.

At the far end, Silan noticed the arrival of Laren, the dream god.

"As expected of the God of Dreams."

Of course I know, for Nelson, he has walked here for 50 years.

But the same trick is difficult to work on Dream God Laren.

Not to mention Laron's mastery of the dream, I can't make him stay for 50 years, even if I can really do it, 50 years, for a god who is almost immortal, is just a snap of the fingers.

So the hermit does not procrastinate, he stops the steps to make the dream prolong.

Not long after, Laren, the god of dreams, came to Xilan who had returned to the world.

And the first thing he saw was Nelson who was already in mourning.

Laren, the God of Dreams, was startled. He had vaguely realized what his spokesperson had encountered in Xi Lan's dream.

With a wave of his hand, Nelson flew over and landed beside him.

Immediately afterwards, Dream God Laren carefully examined the hermit-like person in front of him.

"It seems... I think you are too simple."

The God of Dreams, who was worshiped countless times on earth, had to pay attention to a mortal at this moment.

There is no other reason, but because his spokesperson Nelson, a person who has mastered the grace of the dream, is unable to fight back under Xi Lan's manipulation.

"If you really think of me simple enough, then he won't walk into my dream."

Xi Lan said politely.

The God of Dreams sneered, and Xi Lan's words were undoubtedly saying that he, the god, was to blame. It was because he sent Nelson to spy on him that Nelson suffered such a heavy blow.

"As a mortal, you have no respect for gods.

Presumably, you are a true believer. As a human being created by the gods, you have already abandoned the grace of the gods. "

Laren, the god of dreams, had a bad tone.

It seems that in his view, human beings were created by the gods and should worship the gods.

Sealand just smiled,
"The gods created people's bodies, but the soul was given by the Lord, and beliefs often transcend the body and are about the soul."

Xilan felt that what the God of Dreams said was ridiculous.

In fact, not to mention that human beings were created by the gods, it seems reasonable to say that they should worship the gods, but in fact there are many problems. After all, the soul bestowed by gods does not distinguish between races.

The key point is that I am not a human being. I was originally an elf, but now I am showing people the face of a human being. If I want to, I can turn into a dwarf, a three-eyed ape, an orc, and other races at any time. Mistaking himself for a human being.

"God, I naturally respect you, but I don't worship you, just like I would respect those high-ranking human kings or other great figures, but I would not treat them as indispensable food."

Sealand said so.

The God of Dreams dismissed it, and the Xilan in front of him was no different from the true believers he had seen over the years.

Laren sneered and said:
"You mortals, you think that you believe in the father of the gods and you are equal to the gods. How arrogant and arrogant you are."

Xi Lan was in a peaceful mood, he looked extremely gentle, and said:

"Actually, I am humble enough to you. In this dream, I am the host and you are the guest. You should understand this."

Xilan's words suddenly aroused Laron's anger, and the God of Dreams seemed to have never heard such provocative words.

"I am Laron, the god in charge of dreams, and your dreams must also obey my orders."

The God of Dreams stared at the mortal in front of him,
"It's enough, I don't need to talk nonsense with you anymore, I did see you clearly before, so let me come in person."

While speaking, Laren stretched out his hand, and a huge invisible pressure rose from the dream, squeezing towards Xilan from all directions.

Xi Lan seemed to have no time to dodge, and was instantly imprisoned by the invisible pressure. His dream consciousness was oppressed, and his figure was trembling slightly, gradually becoming illusory.

"Let me see first, what is the purpose of your coming here."

Laren stretched out his fingertips and touched Xi Lan's dream consciousness with great ease.

The scene in all directions changed suddenly, as if he had unreservedly confessed his deepest secrets to Laren.

Laren's eyes turned from black to white, from white to purple, and the light of dreams lingered around him. After a moment, his eyelids lowered and he began to look at the deepest scene.

The scene was illusory and hazy.

Laron was not surprised, whether it was a mortal or a god, the vision in the depths of the mind was hazy and indistinct.

For example, before a person speaks, he does not know what each word he wants to say is, only a general meaning.

Laren, the god of dreams, carefully analyzed the blurred scene in front of him.

It was a world, a world shattered by endless wars, and the earth burned.

There is a gray area in all directions, as if the haze is so thick that there is no hope.

This hermit of unknown origin is terrified of such a world, but also has a sense of mission that cannot be shirked.

It was as if he was trying his best to reject such a world.

"I see…

This man is a whimsical lunatic. "

Laren sneered, and continued to explore the deeper scene.

He probed into the depths of the scene.

"Let me see, more details."

The voice just fell.

Laren suddenly came to the depths of the scene, where there was a hazy and indistinct door, waiting for him to push it open.

"Don't touch it, it will hurt you..."

Suddenly, Laren heard voices.

The God of Dreamland was slightly taken aback, then sneered and said:
"I didn't expect that in such a deep dream, you can still make a sound and try to scare the gods.

Your control over dreams is simply superb.

Even my strongest heir can't compare with you, but it's a pity...you met me. "

After speaking, the God of Dreams stretched out his hand and gently pushed open the hazy and vague door.

Then...

boom!
The door was pushed open, and a brilliant golden radiance suddenly appeared in front of Laren. This radiance transcended from eternal time was so dazzling that it engulfed Laren the moment the door was pushed open. Blazing white.

Laren froze in place, rationality, wisdom, memory, thoughts... were all engulfed by the light, and there was almost nothing in his mind.

The spirit who holds dreams sees...

true god!

"My father..."

When Laron murmured this sentence, his consciousness had gradually returned.

Then, in Xi Lan's dream, he began to tremble all over, fell to the ground and rolled, and flames began to appear on his body, surrounding him, and the scalding flames burned him, like a death row prisoner being burned.

The thoughts of the god of dreams, Laren, were erosive and chaotic like visceral soup. The thoughts in his mind were constantly colliding and revolving. Like a madman, he wailed hoarsely.

bang.

In the distant celestial kingdom, a dark purple dream star shook violently at this moment, the vast surface began to collapse inwards little by little, and most of the glorious dream temple was swallowed up by huge cracks in an instant.

The gods near the stars of the dream stared in amazement at the terrible upheaval.

(End of this chapter)