Nightmare Light

Chapter 82 The Bishop at the End of Dawn and Dusk

The burned-down Mist Tribe village turned into pure white ash, presenting a kind of purity that was out of place in the dark dream world.

Lin Wang stood in front of the ashes, pointing in the direction the cultists had fled. White flames flickered in his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly, and his tone was serious: "They are planning to drag an entire city of the Mist Clan into this world."

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked and puzzled.

Old Qiao frowned and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Gu Shuochuan.

The Mist Tribe members trembled in shock and confusion. "Brother Lin, are you telling the truth? Are they really going to drag an entire city of my people into this dream?"

Lin Wang nodded: "The soul cannot lie."

"But I don't understand!" Gu Shuochuan shouted, his body movements wildly due to his excitement. "Why would they do this when the sun is setting? What's the point of doing this?"

"The cultist's soul space was well-defended, and I didn't see what they ultimately faced. However, I did see one thing."

Lin Wang said, "They want to use this city of the Mist Clan to establish a kingdom in this world."

"country?!"

"Yes." Lin Wang nodded. "I saw some memory fragments in his spiritual space."

"There's a clip that shows a person... I'm guessing that person is a high-ranking member of the Dawn and Dusk organization, at least at the level of a bishop."

"He stood in front of a huge map, his back to the others, pointed to a location on the map and said, 'Once we drag the Mist Tribe's city here, everyone, we will establish a country here!'"

Lin Wang imitated the man's tone, which was low, gloomy, yet very excited. Everyone present heard it and got goosebumps.

Lao Gu said, "So, they used my people for experiments before, just to..."

Lin Wang nodded: "To drag in an entire city later and collect data."

"Where's the sacrificial formation?"

"Same here—in order to drag an entire city into the dream world, they have to offer a sacrifice to some evil being."

Old Qiao's expression changed slightly as he thought of something: "If they really take over an entire city of the Mist Clan..."

"If they really could open such a huge gap between dreams and reality and transfer such a huge amount of supplies into the dream world..."

Lin Wang raised his hands and made a contracting and pressing gesture: "Then the real world will be crushed into pieces like a flush toilet, and along with that city, it will all flow into the dream world."

As he spoke, he transformed into a white fire giant and rose to over twenty meters tall. "Let's go, we must hurry."

……

Yellow smoke rose in front of the ruins.

The figure of the prophet walked out from the yellow smoke.

In front of him was a figure wearing a black robe, with a sundial embroidered on the back with yellow needle and thread.

The envoy walked up to him, looked at his back in silence for a second, then bowed his head, clasped his hands, and knelt on one leg: "Your Excellency the Bishop."

The figure had his back to the prophet. He raised his hand and slowly threw out some yellow spots of light. These spots of light floated to the plain outside the ruins, hovering in some places in the open space, making a slight buzzing sound.

Looking around, one can see that outside the ruins, on an astonishingly large plain, there are already thousands of such yellow light spots floating, they are in uniform and emit a low buzzing sound.

These sounds formed a sea, even making the black soil of the entire plain undulate slightly like waves.

And in the very center of this area of ​​light, there is an extremely bright spot, which is much brighter and larger than the other spots.

"Envoy of Prophecy," the black-robed man spoke slowly, "You should know how important what I am doing is."

"Sir, the village of the Mist Tribe has been destroyed," the prophet said in a deep voice, "and the sacrificial array has also been..."

"I've known this for a long time." The man in black robe turned his head, revealing a somewhat feminine face of a middle-aged man with a sundial engraved on his face and a pair of very eye-catching phoenix eyes.

What was even more striking was the bloodstains clearly visible at the corners of his mouth.

"That sacrificial formation is connected to me, and I... felt it the first time." The bishop, who was at the end of his life, still spoke in a gentle and unhurried tone.

He held a small ball of light in his hand, toying with it over and over between his fingers. "If I hadn't personally taken action, could you have snatched that little girl back?"

"Thank you, Bishop, for your help!" The prophet lowered his head. He actually knew about this matter a long time ago, but he still had to show a respectful attitude and express his gratitude to the bishop in a grateful tone.

"Thank you... Of course you should be grateful." The bishop wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, licked it, and then smiled at the prophet. Just as the prophet felt that something was wrong, he saw a ball of yellow light explode in front of him, and he immediately felt a huge force explode in his chest.

The prophet flew backwards, hit the brick wall of the ruins, and then collapsed the wall and fell into the depths of the ruins.

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just as the prophet was about to stand up, the bishop stepped firmly on his chest.

The feminine man put more force into his feet and looked at the prophet with a smile on his face, but at the same time he gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words: "Idiots... just because you made the sacrificial array ineffective, I want to open the passage now, but it will cost me my own original power!"

"Sir... please... forgive me!" said the envoy with difficulty.

"Forgive? Of course." The bishop still had a smile on his face. "A foolish subordinate is better than a dead one."

He loosened his foot.

The prophet turned over and knelt on one knee before the bishop, not daring to utter a word: "Thank you, sir!"

The bishop was silent for a few seconds. "Envoy Sichen, I have always known that you have always been opposed to the plan of 'becoming a nation of your own.'"

"Sir, I have never had such an idea!" The envoy lowered his head.

Neither of them noticed that when the prophet spoke, two tiny white flames flickered in his eyes.

"You are the messenger of prophecy. You believe that once we establish our kingdom in this dream, we will no longer need the power of prophecy... It's natural to think so."

The bishop gently placed his hand on the envoy's shoulder and patted it very gently.

At this moment, a tiny white spark jumped onto the bishop's hand, then quickly penetrated into his body and disappeared.

"Envoy Sichen, what I can tell you is that what my church wants to do is far greater and more important than establishing its own country." The bishop withdrew his hand and spoke softly and gently.

"Oh? What's that?" A voice suddenly sounded in the air.

Neither of them thought there was anything wrong with the sound.

The bishop continued his conversation calmly, "Of course, I will tell you when the time comes... If I talk too much about matters involving the gods, certain beings might overhear."

"Then why do you want to establish a kingdom in the dream world? Theoretically, if you want to establish a kingdom in the mist, it should be possible, right?"

The voice was still speaking.

"Because this country is also collecting data... No! Someone is spying on us!"

It was only then that the two realized something was wrong.

The bishop's face changed drastically, and he took out a stone hourglass and sprinkled a large amount of glowing yellow sand with his right hand.

The envoy of prophecy also took out a clay pot and looked around nervously.

The bishop suddenly shouted, pointing at the prophet's eyes, where faint white flames were burning. "It's Him! He's in your eyes!"

The prophet did not hesitate. With a "puff", he pierced his two fingers into the eye sockets, dug out the two eyeballs in one go, and threw them on the ground.

The moment the two eyeballs hit the ground, they immediately turned into white flames and burned, then went out after a few seconds, leaving behind two handfuls of fine white soil.

In the bleeding eye sockets of Si Chen, the wax began to wriggle and new eyeballs grew out.

"Thank goodness I didn't reveal any important secrets just now." The bishop said this, but his expression remained serious. "But we can't take it lightly."

He took out a porcelain bottle, opened it, poured a few drops into his mouth, and handed it to the prophet: "Drink it."

The envoy took it and poured a few drops into his mouth without hesitation.

The two closed their eyes, enduring the impact of the potion on their spiritual world, and checked their spiritual world over and over again.

After a few minutes, they opened their eyes and looked at each other.

"No problem."

This time, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second, they heard a voice:
"What is this potion used for?"

(End of this chapter)