Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1219 If you're going to be awesome, be awesome big.
Wait... what's going on?!

Completely unexpectedly, the Lord of the Abyss showed his face and ran away. The Pure White Mother's mind went blank for a moment. She quickly created distance while questioning herself in her mind:
What are you doing?!

What am I doing? I should be asking you what you're doing!

Recalling that terrifying glance that had just terrified the demon, the remnant of the Abyss's will retorted viciously:
"You bastard, you tricked me! Even if we die together today, don't expect me to go out and take the fall for you!"

'You... damn it! Don't you want your freedom anymore?'

Freedom? This is practically self-immolation!
With that crazy and ruthless aura about him, you can't raise someone like him without personally destroying several planes! I might not have been able to withstand him when I was alive, and now that I'm half-dead, what's the difference between taking him on and throwing a match into lava?
……

What mistake did he make this time?
Unaware of the power struggle between the Pure White Mother and the Lord of the Abyss, Lyon gazed at the Pure White Mother on the far right, whose blood-red compound eyes opened and closed but refused to open, and a big question mark rose in his mind.

Considering that the Pure White Mother was willing to expend her source to forcibly maintain the shattered Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils and to gather the surviving demons, Leon had long guessed that she possessed the corresponding source of [evil] and had made the necessary preparations.

And the situation of the Pure White Mother was indeed as he had imagined. A large part of her body had been reconstructed by the source of evil, and she had completely transformed into the appearance of a demon. When her blood-red eyes opened, it was as if the ruler of the abyss of evil had been resurrected, exuding an evil aura full of sin and darkness.

But just as Lyon was preparing to fight back, the aura of the source of evil on the Pure White Mother vanished in an instant, and even a small part of the demonized right half of the Pure White Mother's body was restored to the appearance of an angel.

Could it be a trap?

Sensing that the aura of the Pure White Virgin Mary had become much "cleaner," Leon, who was poised to strike, narrowed his eyes and then... without hesitation, chose to increase his intensity!
Deception implies a conspiracy, and feigning weakness to set up a conspiracy often provides the other party with a rare opportunity. However, the Pure White Mother is practically a demon, and if she is touched, she will immediately lose her ability to resist and become the prisoner of the [Demon Lord].

So I don't care if it's a trap or not. Once I touch you, it's either a trap or not. Showing weakness is just giving away freebies!
As Leon made his decision, the Dream Source he had taken from the Dream Master erupted instantly, and the world before the Pure White Mother suddenly changed, transforming from a pure and clear white paradise into a bizarre and fantastical world.

Due to its own "internal strife," the Pure White Mother was unable to smoothly mobilize the source, and her will was suppressed by the source of the dream. She was forcibly pulled into these false yet self-logical and bizarre dreams, and suffered a lot of strange attacks that made no sense.

"You will pay for your actions!"

A group of strange men dressed in robes, claiming to be wizards, led by Number 3, pointed at each other while holding small sticks, and shouted in unison:
"Avada eats the big melon!"

"???"

What melon?

"What kind of melon it is doesn't matter, prepare to die, Foley... Pure White Mother!"

Number 3, now sporting a golden spiky hairstyle, retracted his arms, one above the other, striking a strange pose, and roared at the newly "resurrected" Pure White Mother:
"Turtle Style Qigong!"

No, this can't go on!
After being blasted to ashes by the strange energy blast from Leon, the Pure White Mother, whose will had been in disarray by a bunch of strange dreams, finally understood Leon's plan.

Although these bizarre dreams with incredibly high realism cannot truly destroy one's will, death in a dream is still a real death, and the source of dreams inherently has the ability to turn dreams into reality.

In these vastly different dreamscapes created by Number 3, every time he is killed, a large portion of the source he uses to protect his will is worn away. And because the source of the Pure White Land is blocked, it is difficult for the source in his hands to be replenished quickly.

Once the source of one's control is worn down to a certain extent, from having a slight advantage to being completely suppressed by the source of the dream, a certain "false" death will be transformed into reality, instantly destroying one's physical body in reality!
We must find a way to break free from these dreams! And we must do it as soon as possible!
Upon realizing Leon's intentions, the Pure White Mother disregarded the reverse erosion of the Abyss's will and, after falling into a new dream, unleashed her full power, turning everything in the dream into pure white.

Meanwhile, the nine-headed Leon, wearing non-prescription glasses, a haori, and wielding a long sword, approached unexpectedly. Caught off guard, he was revealed by the erupting source of light, his vision temporarily destroyed by the pure white world, forcing him to cover his face and retreat repeatedly.

Caught!
Seeing that Lyon was caught off guard by her sudden outburst and had fallen into a disadvantageous position in this clash of wills for the first time, the Pure White Mother was overjoyed and gently embraced him.

Even the will in a dream is still a will! As long as he's embraced by my pure white embrace, even if his will can resist, it will... How could that be?!

"Your Holiness the Pure White Mother".

After stabbing the pure white Virgin Mary through the back, Leon, whose face was half-lit and half-shadowed by the light, reached up and brushed the hair from his forehead, then asked indifferently.

"When did you start having the illusion that you could capture me in your dreams?"

"?!!!"

Unfortunately, the touch in the dream is a clash of wills, and touching her with my "hand" cannot trigger the [Lord of Demons], otherwise the battle could have ended by now.

Glancing at the stunned, pure white Mother of Goddess, Leon felt it was about time and withdrew his knife. He switched to a new dream world, wiped his body, changed his clothes into a black robe with red clouds, and his dark eyes gradually turned crimson.

"Don't underestimate these dreams just because they're fake. Until you successfully break free from them, these dreams are real to you, and everything in these dreams—space, time, and quality—will be under my control."

After changing his clothes at lightning speed, Leon, his eyes flashing with black and red darts, once again thrust out his long knife. Under the horrified and furious gaze of the Pure White Virgin Mary, he pierced her abdomen with a single stroke, nailing her directly to the suddenly appearing cross.

"The next instant will equal 72 hours, and during these 72 hours, I will keep stabbing your body with a knife... Your Holiness the Pure White, how long can your will last?"

……

Is number 3 about to win?

Although she couldn't understand the content of Leon's cosplay, the antlered girl who was holding the line in the distance couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as she felt the aura of the Pure White Mother being weakened in the battle. Then, a deep sense of apprehension rose in her heart.

The fastest way to break free from a dream is to forcefully overcome it with a large amount of root power. However, since the root power of the Pure White Land is suppressed by itself, the Pure White Mother can no longer do this. Therefore, she can only settle for second best by actively understanding the dream, finding the "errors" in it, and using the power of reality to shatter the dream.

However, Number 3's use of the Dream Source was far too skillful. The dream worlds he created had vastly different rules yet were basically self-consistent, appearing terrifyingly real, as if so many strange worlds and people really existed. What was even more deadly was the sheer number of these dreams.

Whenever the Pure White Mother manages to comprehend a little bit of the current dream while enduring those deadly attacks, Number 3 immediately takes action to switch her, pushing her into a completely new dream world and forcing her to start the "deciphering" process again. And so far, no duplicate dreams have been created.

Under the corrosive influence of such a bizarre and perverse dream, let alone the Pure White Mother who is not known for her spiritual strength, even I, who can freely enter and exit the spiritual realm and whose will is much stronger than hers, would likely be in grave danger if dragged in. I would only be constantly weakened in the endless dream world. This is truly... If I hadn't personally witnessed him devouring the Dream Ruler and gradually taking away all the sources of dreams, I would have even thought that he was the Number 7 who was born in the dream world!
"Amazing, so this was her trump card all along."

Seemingly sharing the same view as the antler-wearing girl, the Star Lord, who was watching the battle from the side, spat out the bits of dry grass in his mouth, his donkey-like face full of surprise, and said:

"To think she could come up with such a method, the Pure White Mother is truly a genius!"

Huh? The Pure White Virgin Mary? Isn't she number 3?

The antlered girl was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then asked with a look of confusion:

"What's wrong with the Pure White Mother? Wasn't she about to be defeated by Number 3 in the dream?"

"not necessarily."

The Star Lord shook his head and raised his right foreleg, pointing in the direction of the old ox.

"Look, you'll see if you look at those angels."

Angels? Could they possibly save the Pure White Mother? But weren't they all captured by Number 3?
Following the direction pointed by the Star Lord's donkey hoof, the antler-haired girl looked over with a puzzled expression, then seemed to have discovered something, her bright and clear eyes suddenly narrowing.

"This is... the essence of the origin?"

Looking at the angels who were radiating a shimmering white light, seemingly connected to the aura of the Pure White Mother, the antler-wearing girl was immediately taken aback.

"How is that possible! She clearly wasn't united with the will of these angels, so how could she extract the essence of the source?"

That's why I say she's a genius.

He pulled out a small melon from somewhere, held it between his donkey hooves, stuffed it into his big mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and then said with an appreciative look:
"I thought her purpose in setting up these oath-weaving places was just to ensure the 'purity' of the Pure Land of Whiteness. I didn't expect her to have such a plan... Tsk tsk tsk, what a remarkable idea. If she succeeds, she might really be able to rival Number 1."

Still not understanding the reason, the antlered girl, watching the wisps of essence emanating from the angels and gradually seeping into the dream's origins, worried that the Pure White Mother might turn the tide, anxiously asked:

"You should explain it more clearly!"

"Isn't that obvious enough?"

After swallowing the small melon in his mouth, the Star Lord, with a long face, said somewhat speechlessly:

"The way to extract the essence of the origin is to completely unite with the race from which one was born, and to 'devour' the race from which one was born on an existential level. The reason why no one does this is because this 'devouring' is bidirectional."

In completing this process of absorption, transforming one's own will into the will of everyone, the will of all the clansmen will also, in turn, become our will. While this grants immense power, our own will will be infinitely diluted, and we will no longer be who we were originally.

"I know all of that!"

Seeing that the donkey was still keeping her in suspense, rambling on and on without getting to the point, the antlered girl couldn't help but interrupt:
"I'm asking how she did it! She clearly didn't finish consuming it, so how could she still condense the essence of origin?"

"Because of those oath-weaving places."

"???"

"The purpose of those oath-weaving workshops is, on the surface, to extract goodwill in exchange for the malice of the angels, to maintain the good intentions and crystallization of the Pure White Land. But when the Pure White Mother instills these good intentions, she probably also mixes in her own will."

Over time, although the angels of the Pure Land were not directly devoured by her, they became, in effect, an extension of her will. As long as these angels continued to be guided by her "goodness," they maintained a preliminary unity of will, which was equivalent to an incomplete devouring.

The essence of origin created in this way, though unstable and incomplete, easily collapsing due to the angels' own inclinations, and requiring a significant amount of time to activate, is indeed the essence of origin in terms of power... You see, Number 3 is likely to lose.”

"what?!"

Under the somewhat regretful gaze of the Star Lord, as the essence of the root seeped into the outside, the vast dream created by Leon using the dream's root began to emit a cracking sound due to the unbearable burden, and finally shattered with a bang after reaching a certain limit threshold.

We finally escaped!

In the instant the dream was forcibly shattered, the pure white Madonna, stabbed and covered in blood, forcefully shook off Leon, who was relentlessly stabbing her from behind. She struggled to cling to the cracks in the dream world and forcibly pulled her own will out.

After the will of the Pure White Mother escaped from the dream, her body immediately "reenacted" the injuries at the level of will, with bloody holes running from front to back appearing, and a long knife piercing through her forehead from the back of her head, almost splitting her skull open with one blow.

That damn number 3, how could he be so ruthless!
Frantically absorbing the trace amounts of Root Essence surging around her, repairing her tattered body, the Pure White Mother, whose will had been stabbed to death countless times, glared angrily at Leon, who had chased after her from the dream with a knife in his hand. Her face pale, she gritted her teeth and shouted to stop him:

"Still chasing me? Look at what I'm wearing!"

What else could it be? The Essence of Origin, of course. I already knew about your plan to extract the Essence of Origin through the Oath Weaver from the "background information" when I first came across the Oath Weaver.

After glancing at the Root Essence gradually gathering on the Pure White Virgin Mary, Leon, who had landed on the old ox's back, smiled, then reached out and patted the old ox's belly, activating the effect of [Lord of Demons].

The old ox, born from Leon's dream and even having "extracted" fragments of his soul—almost an extension of Leon's will—mooed in agreement, while forcefully puffing out its belly, which was filled with high-ranking angels.
The next moment, to the astonishment of the donkey and horse, all the angels swallowed by the bull froze, and then, under the horrified gaze of the White Virgin Mary, they all transformed into pure demons.

The pure, white essence emanating from the angels instantly transformed into a dark torrent, surging fiercely towards the terrified, pure white Virgin Mary.

　Two...two combined...Or 2...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)