Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 505 Dream Realm
"Impressive. He can even see through the spells of the Twin Shadow Space. He truly is the number one warrior under the stars."

The demon lord gave a graceful bow, a movement that was the complete opposite of his terrifying appearance.

Its mouth parted to reveal fine, sharp teeth, and its voice reminded the lord of the ducks he used to keep at home, making him feel nauseous.

"Salute to you, the greatest warrior under the stars."

"Your manners are as disgusting as the goblins in my territory. Tell me, who are you? Are you the only demon lord here?" The lord smiled, narrowing his eyes, and gestured for the griffon riders to take off first. This battle was not something they could participate in. "To be honest, I really admire you. You should know about the Lich Kings who caused trouble in Debe, right? Even if you don't know that, you should know about the three legends you sent to Debe last time, and that demon lord from Wirtz, right?"

"To be honest, with experts like you determined to escape, there's really nothing I can do."

"But you still showed up here. What makes you think you're stronger than them? Just based on your guts? Do you really think you can defeat me?"

“We are naturally aware of all this, and we also know that your strength is definitely among the top three in the material world. We did intend to leave, but after thinking about it, since we have already set up a 'Dream Realm Replacement' specifically for you, we might as well give it a try.” The demon lord smiled slightly, as if he had already taken control of the whole situation, and said rather shyly, “I am Saffron, the lava lord of the eighth layer of the abyss, with four demon marshals and a three-headed hell dragon under my command. My demon army numbers in the millions.”

Li Wei laughed. This demon lord was exceptionally arrogant. Compared to him, he was like a greenhorn.

The laughter contained mockery and disdain, causing a hint of anger to appear on the faces of the menacing crowd opposite them.

Despite having four legendary figures on their side, while the opposing side, including the black dragon, only had two, they were still so arrogant.

"Then tell me where your 'Dreamscape Replacement' is? Use it now, or I won't say I didn't give you a chance!" Li Wei's gaze tightened, his eyes fixed sharply on Saffron.

In reality, he had already been on high alert for a long time.

These scoundrels knew perfectly well that even a legendary figure wouldn't last three rounds against him, yet they still dared to come out and stop him. They must have had immense confidence in this magic.

Li Wei once discussed magic with the sage of the Holy Sith Kingdom, and one of the sage's words remained vivid in his memory: every kind of magic must have its own wonders.

He still remembered the first time he came to the wilderness, when a lousy wilderness shaman who only knew Iron Skin magic terrified him. Now, although he no longer felt fear when facing these legendary spellcasters, he still couldn't be too careless.

Respecting your opponent means respecting yourself.

"Heh, Li Wei, you are indeed very arrogant, as evidenced by your daring to attack our Abyss Demon Prince last time." Saffron sized Li Wei up and down, then chuckled. "But if you dare to come to the Abyss, I guarantee you'll only kneel down and kowtow to the Demon Prince, begging for your life!"

"Kneel down and kowtow? Forget your mother, I'll take your life first." Li Wei simply smiled and offered words of greeting to his family.

"The Demon Prince's majesty is everywhere! I never waste time with frogs in a well; let's settle this with our skills!"

Saffron's smile froze instantly, his fine teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound, and the lava-like lines on his skin suddenly lit up.

"You will pay for your arrogance!"

It began to move its lips, chanting soft, whimpering magical incantations. Huge magic circles appeared out of thin air in the sky, the elements boiled, and three blazing magma pythons shot into the sky, rushing straight at Li Wei.

"Sersini, those three scoundrels under the Muslims are yours to handle."

With a legendary dragon as the main attacker, the three epic-level powerhouses, Muslim, Ansuna, and Bernard, have a real chance to make their mark.

Li Wei's longsword seemed to swing casually, but wherever the blade passed, space seemed to freeze. The blazing magma serpent, upon touching the holy light, was instantly transformed into specks of starlight.

The Black Dragon Queen roared, her enormous form looming over the city of Hada. Her dragon breath, like a black lightning bolt, struck first at the three legendary figures atop the city walls.

A powerful dragon's might swept out, forcibly interrupting one of the spellcasters. Unexpectedly, this so-called Grand Mage Yandian transformed into a black horse-like creature, surrounded by abyssal fire, with crimson mane.

This is an Abyss Nightmare Horse, possessing the ability to travel through dreams.

Saffron's pupils contracted slightly; Livi's effortless ability to break through his spell was even more astonishing than the rumors suggested.
But it did not panic. Instead, it laughed, and the space around it began to distort, the light became hazy, as if countless mirrors were being generated and shattered.

"Dreamscape replacement?" Li Wei's eyes sharpened, but his offensive did not stop at all. His sword light was like a waterfall, slashing towards Saffron and the nightmare horses on the city wall.

He knew that the best way to deal with this strange spell was to eliminate the caster before it was fully activated!
However, the sword light pierced through Saffron and Nightmare Horse's bodies as if it were cutting through a phantom, without any sense of force.

The figure of "Safron" before them gradually faded, leaving behind a sinister grin that seemed to indicate a successful scheme.

"It's late. I wish you a pleasant life in the dream world!"

The surrounding scenery changed drastically in an instant!
The entire Hada and all the people disappeared, replaced by a bizarre, constantly distorting and changing space.

The sky wasn't blue, but rather a flowing purplish-gold veil, with clouds of various colors floating by, sometimes gathering into the shape of whales, and sometimes scattering into a sky full of light dust.

The ground beneath my feet was as soft as velvet, and stepping on it would create rainbow-like ripples that silently spread to the horizon.

In the distance lies a forest, its trees carved from crystal, and perched among the branches and leaves are not birds, but shimmering musical notes.

When the wind blows through the forest, the whole forest plays ethereal music, like countless wind chimes whispering stories of the past.

A milky river meanders by, with glowing water lilies floating on its surface. On each petal hangs a tiny, barefoot, and incredibly beautiful little sprite.

In the distance, there are exquisite buildings that defy the laws of physics.

"Illusion? Or spatial teleportation?" Li Wei stood with his sword, his spiritual power spreading outwards like a tide, but he felt an unprecedented sense of stagnation, as if he had sunk into an invisible quagmire.

The rules here seem to be completely different from those in the material world.

Li Wei pondered for a moment, then channeled the holy light within his body, and slashed down with his longsword in a simple and direct motion.

As a result, this sword strike had no dazzling light and shadow, no grand momentum, just like an ordinary person wielding a sword beyond its limits, with only a sound of air being cut.

"The Holy Light is gone?" The lord was somewhat surprised. He discovered that the Holy Light within him had vanished without a trace, leaving only his brute and unreasonable strength. In fact, he had a good way to determine whether this was an illusion. With a thought, the Mount & Blade interface appeared before him unharmed.

His system was bound to his true spirit, so as long as she personally controlled the projection, she could also view it.

Is this really a real world?

"Don't waste your energy anymore. The dream world is a little different from the world you originally came from, so you may feel a little uncomfortable, but you will get better slowly." A very familiar and beautiful woman walked over with her hands crossed on her lower abdomen, stepping on the soft grass.

A gentle smile played on her lips, her gaze as tender and affectionate as spring spinach, her expression as natural as a beautiful wife looking at her beloved husband.

Li Wei scrutinized her from head to toe, his face expressionless, but his heart was in turmoil.

This woman had an oval face, resembling seven parts the statue of the Holy Light Goddess of the Holy Light Church and three parts Saint Fatil. Every time she gazed at her, it was as if she were gazing at a warm halo, a clear spring, or the most beautiful streamline of a cloud, so beautiful that it captivated the Lord's heart.

She had her blonde hair pulled back and wore a strapless, form-fitting long dress that perfectly showcased her flawless, alluring figure.

Holy crap! The Goddess of Holy Light! The lord's heart trembled.

“I am not the Goddess of Holy Light. My name is Beatrice, and I am a citizen of the Dream Realm.” Beatrice came to the Lord’s side and looked at Li Wei with her golden eyes: “I am also your administrator in the Dream Realm.”

"Damn, how does this thing know what I'm thinking? Mind reading?" The lord was somewhat surprised.

“Because we’ve always been companions, I naturally know what you’re thinking.” Beatrice smiled gently. “Don’t worry, no one here can hurt us.”

'This nightmare is quite the braggart.' Now that he knew this was the dream world, Li Wei had made up his mind that the woman in front of him was definitely a nightmare disguised as a beautiful woman to deceive him.

"My name is Bernard, nice to meet you." Levi lied without the slightest blush. "Could you tell me about this world?"

“Li Wei, you’ve never told the truth.” Beatrice gave the lord a charmingly disdainful look, then said gently, “Now that you’ve come to this world, I can no longer keep it from you.”

The lord was slightly embarrassed when his lie was exposed to him by a beautiful woman, but he quickly recovered.

Li Wei nodded, looked at the other person, and waited for them to continue.

He really wanted to know what was going on in this world, after all, the other person's appearance had really shocked him.

“To be honest, I really didn’t expect you to be able to break through the spatial constraints and come to this world.” Beatrice said briefly: “The Dream Realm is actually a world jointly constructed by the dreams of all intelligent races that can dream.”

"Whenever intelligent races sleep and enter a dream, this is the place they come to."

"But you must not think that this place is an illusion. Everything here is incredibly real and much larger than you can imagine!"

Beatrice emphasized this last point.

"Li Wei, what are you doing? It hurts!" Beatrice suddenly slapped away the restless hand on her buttocks with a coquettish tone.

"I just want to try it. If it hurts, then it must be real," the lord said without batting an eye.

But a cold sweat broke out on my back. The soft and comfortable touch, the lingering body fragrance, and the presence of the system all proved that this was a real world.

Heavenly Bodhisattva!
Did that damned demon lord really manage to transport him to another dimension?

Fortunately, he was cautious by nature and had projected himself beforehand; otherwise, having been tricked like this, he would have truly never been able to go back.

Even now, he still doesn't understand how he got infected.

Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. Sage Rudy was right. Every kind of magic has its own wonders.

Li Wei didn't dare to think too much, because the woman in front of him clearly knew what he was thinking.

"What's with all the dreams I've had of countless people and Ultraman? Could it be that Ultraman really exists in the dream world?" The lord was still somewhat skeptical.

If these things really existed in the dream world, that would be too ridiculous. How could a nobody like him dare to cause trouble here?

“Creating dreams is one of the skills of us dream managers. In the dream world, we can transform it into any scene you can imagine in your mind. However, creating dreams depends on what you think about most each day, so that we can achieve twice the result with half the effort. This is also the origin of the saying ‘What you think about during the day, you dream about at night.’ Because weaving dreams is just a job for us dream managers, we are naturally happy to make it easier.” Beatrice smiled sweetly: “As long as there is an intelligent being that can dream, a manager will also be born in the dream world at the time of its birth. It can be a human or any other creature.”

"Li Wei, come to my house for a while."

As Beatrice spoke, she turned and walked toward a small house in the meadow, her long dress trailing on the ground.

The cottage was simply furnished with a bed, desk, bookshelf, wardrobe, etc., giving the lord a feeling that it was small but complete.

Beatrice invited the lord to sit on the bed and then poured him a cup of sweet tea.

"Try the fruit tea I grow."

Li Wei took a sip and could feel a sweet fragrance lingering in his mouth, while a warm current flowed from his throat into his stomach.

“I was also born to be with you. From when you were working as a construction worker in Xing City until you came here, I have been with you for nearly thirty years.” Beatrice said with a smile, “We were born on the same day, month, and year, and we are destined to die on the same day, month, and year.”

"What's going on here?" The lord had lost all interest in drinking tea and stared intently at the imposter of the Holy Light Goddess in front of him.

No matter who it is, anyone who knows that their life is tied to someone else's will not be in a good mood, and Li Wei is no exception.

“I am your agent in your dream. If you die, I will die, and similarly, if I die, you will die. This should not be difficult to understand.” Beatrice smiled. “Those so-called vegetative patients are those who can never wake up again because their dream agents have died. There are many examples of this, but I will not go into them one by one.”

(End of this chapter)