This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 335, Section 334: The Balance of Attack and Defense
"Are you just waiting to see me and that barbarian fight to the death so you can come out and reap the benefits?! Am I standing here unharmed?! Doesn't that disappoint you?!" Eleanor's sharp accusations almost pierced the stone wall of the spire.

Sigismund, whose nose she pointed directly at, almost rolled his eyes. If Eleanor really had the ability to kill both Alama and the other, he wouldn't mind playing the victim.

Unfortunately, she clearly didn't.

But at this moment, Sigismund was indeed in the wrong; he had nothing to say about the Blood Knights' slow response.

But he also had his unspeakable difficulties!

The daily "dream connection" forces him to stay in the magic circle that maintains the ritual for long periods of time, and midnight is the time for the "dream connection".

It has to be said that Alama dared to launch an attack at midnight; he was truly fearless.

Sigismund was also helpless in that situation. He couldn't just run out and lead the Blood Knights into battle, only to suddenly faint and have to expend his mental energy in his dreams to deal with those strange Puji.

In the end, simply sending out the Blood Knights to scare Alama away was already a huge risk.

If things go wrong, his knightly order could suffer another heavy blow.

Unfortunately, Eleanor didn't know this, and Sigismund didn't want her to know either.

Therefore, in Eleanor's view, this was clearly Sigismund deliberately using her and her troops as bait to weaken Alama's strength, how could she not be furious?

Finally, Eleanor angrily flung her hand away: "Don't even think about getting slaves from me anymore. Whatever tricks you're up to, go play by yourself!"

Sigismund: "..."

Watching Eleanor's departing figure, Sigismund, his face grim, turned his gaze to the side.

There stood the evil sorcerer Margas, his eyes glazed over, his breath faint, and who remained silent throughout.

Both the captives used in the ritual and the sorcerer himself seemed to be nearing their limits.

Now that things have come to this, he can't help but suspect that this might be a trap that Alama has carefully set up against him!
Could that cold-blooded man not only have been able to heartlessly watch his wife die bit by bit back then, but now he can even use his own daughter as bait?
If that's the case, then his loss in this game wasn't unjustified.

The tug-of-war on the battlefield of dreams continued day after day, with no sign of victory in sight. He had no idea what methods his opponent had used.

But it's time to abandon this ritual.

……

……

……

“My lord, as long as you don’t actively invade, the slaves’ mental strength won’t be depleted too much,” Margas said after regaining his senses.

“No, I’m asking how to completely sever this ritual connection!” Sigismund asked, frowning.

"I told you, it can't be stopped!" Margas cried, his voice weak.

“How could there be a ritual that cannot be stopped?” Sigismund’s voice was icy.

“You are not connected to each other, but to the space of ‘Different Dreams’ itself! This connection cannot be severed until the other’s spirit is completely destroyed! There is only one way…”

"You mean..."

"Destroy the opponent's physical body! With their spirit having nothing to rely on, they will naturally dissipate!"

"What kind of method is this..."

Humanity has clearly already taken action, so why would they give me a chance to assassinate them at a time like this?
Even Sigismund himself didn't believe he could succeed! But he had to try anyway.

“Actually, there is another way to temporarily delay things,” Margas added.

Sigismund gestured for him to continue.

"A dream potion made from the Dream Flower!"

"..."

In the end, I'm the one who has to take this medicine?!
Ultimately, while Sigismund began arranging the assassination plot, he ordered Margas to continue searching for other ways to break the connection, or a shortcut to quickly win in the "Dream."

At the same time, he summoned his pharmacists to see if they could obtain the raw materials to concoct the Dream Potion.

Finally, they had to find a way to bring in another batch of prisoners—which, by comparison, became the simplest and most direct task.
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At midnight, Lin Jun started work on time, her consciousness sinking into that familiar dream: "Ding ding ding ding! I'm making my grand entrance! This time it's... Holy crap!"

A fierce wind carrying coarse sand smeared Lin Jun's mushroom hat. As far as the eye could see, there was only endless scorching yellow sand, and the sweltering air distorted her vision.

This time it's actually a desert!

The environment is getting worse and worse. It seems that even though Inanna's mental strength is not damaged, the pressure she has accumulated from watching the Puji Legion fight in her dreams every night is considerable, and it is all reflected in this increasingly desolate dream scene.

He quickly swelled into a sturdy little green puffy boy, and with his short legs, he trotted up a huge sand dune. Looking into the distance, he finally spotted a small oasis amidst the endless yellow sand.

Sure enough, Inanna was there, barefoot, splashing around in the water on the shore.

Lin Jun concealed himself and silently landed behind a few clumps of drought-resistant shrubs on the edge of the oasis, beginning his nightly routine—rubbing mushrooms.

After an unknown amount of time, a familiar vibration came, and the edge of the dream reconnected. The strange dream began!

Lin Jun skillfully arranged the Puji into a defensive formation, ready for battle.

What will be on the other side this time?
A giant poisonous scorpion?
A lizard burrowing in the sand?
Or is it something even more interesting?
However, as time passed, the anticipated frenzied attack by the enemy did not occur. The desert remained deathly silent, with only the whistling of the hot wind sweeping across the dunes.

What are you doing?
Could this be some kind of diversionary tactic?

A small group of Pujis spun out to scout ahead, cautiously stepping into the other's dream territory.

Scorpions are available, lizards are available, and all kinds of desert-themed monsters are available.

But they all... stayed put?

Taking advantage of the sandstone and cave terrain, they adopted a tight defensive posture, showing no intention of launching an offensive.

Did the player go to the toilet?
Or do you want a truce today?

How could I possibly agree to that!
I've worked so hard to squeeze in so much spiritual energy; if I don't use it up, wouldn't it be a waste of my time?!
If the enemy doesn't come, then we'll have to go there ourselves!

He left about a third of the Puji to protect the still clueless Pink Puji playing in the water, and led the main force to launch a mighty attack!
Melee fighters, hold the front line! Ranged... uh, it's too low here... um... um... all troops, charge!
Ultimately, Lin Jun achieved a rather dismal casualty ratio, which was, of course, due to her lack of experience as the attacking side for the first time.

Strangely, the other side seemed to have no will to fight. Even though they suffered heavy losses, they did not attempt to retaliate or launch a sneak attack on Fenpuji.

Is this the end of their strength?

Adhering to the fine competitive spirit of "pretending to be deaf and dumb when facing adversity, and complaining and whining when winning," Lin Jun, in the moments before the end of the game, regardless of whether the opponent could receive the reward or not, sent a friendly greeting to the opposing team for the first time:
"You're not... sore loser, are you?"

(End of this chapter)