A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 419 The Wrath of the Dream Weaver

Grace, a member of the Holy Palace Medical Association, was mainly in charge of the cloning center. Today, as Grace was conducting his research as usual, he suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

It was as if he had forgotten something important. What was it? He needed to remember it quickly. Grace subconsciously raised his hand to rub his temples, while telling himself to calm down and slow his breathing as much as possible.

What did I forget? Grace turned around, wanting to take a thorough look at the cloning center. Had I noticed a detail when I passed by a certain incubation chamber but then instantly forgotten about it?
Just by turning around, he saw two assistants, and further away, two armed guards.

The assistants were not members of the Holy Palace Medical Society, and their talents in research were not recognized by Odin. They were merely recruited to assist Gresel.

The guards were not outsiders; they were all carefully trained and extremely loyal Gattuso people.

They weren't there to monitor Gress, but mainly to keep an eye on the two assistants and guard against any unforeseen events.

After all, these clones might undergo some kind of dragon blood mutation at any time, which could endanger Gress's personal safety. There have been several such incidents before, so we can't afford to be careless.

Of course, the moment Grace turned around, goosebumps rose on her skin. A fear that made her heart clench started from her waist, like an electric current numbing her nerves, climbing up her spine and drilling into her brain, leaving Grace with nothing but fear!
Them? What are they doing here?
He remembered! Gresell remembered everything!
Grace recalled that when she was six years old, she accidentally started a fire while trying to test the fire resistance of a certain beetle, which killed two of her friends who were the same age!
No, that's not right! Gresell clutched his head with both hands, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. When he was six years old, he had clearly spent the time in a peaceful town in Switzerland, and he had not caught any beetles, much less started a fire!
But the fire that suddenly came back to her memory was too clear and too real. Grace could feel the heat of the flames, smell the pungent smoke from the burning building, and see her two friends of the same age rolling around in the fire and crying out in despair!
"Dr. Gresell?" The two assistants were also startled by Gresell's actions, not understanding why their incredibly knowledgeable boss had suddenly gone mad.

"No! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer! No, this isn't my memory!" To everyone's surprise, Grace's reaction was even more exaggerated than her assistants had expected.

Gresell was terrified; his wrinkled face trembled slightly, and he pulled out two dragon blood ores from his pocket, clutching them tightly!

His assistants had no idea what Gracele was seeing. He saw two children his own age struggling and screaming in the fire he had created, listening to their heart-wrenching cries and smelling the stench of burning biomass.

You can even see two children writhing and swelling in the fire, gradually growing up and approaching him step by step.

When they got close enough, the two grown-up, charred figures began to shed their skin in a bizarre way. The charred skin gradually peeled off until the faces of the two assistants beneath were revealed.

Grace couldn't tell anymore. Was it his assistants speaking in reality? Or was he just hallucinating? He vaguely heard two assistants saying something like "blood for blood."

"Fuck! Fuck! It wasn't me, I have a memory problem! I was in Switzerland, you bastard!" Gressle threw the dragon blood ore at his two assistants who were approaching him step by step.

Subconsciously using the dragon alchemy personally taught by Odin, two small stones, no bigger than a finger joint, immediately expanded into two fireballs, engulfing the two helpless assistants.

"Ahhh!" The two assistants finally started screaming in agony, struggling painfully in the flames.

Two armed guards rushed over when they heard Gresell shouting, only to find Gresell killing two of his assistants as soon as they got close. They were completely bewildered.

What is Professor Gresley doing?
"professor?"

"I already said it wasn't me! The memory is fake! Why are you forcing me!" Grace was furious. In his mind's eye, it seemed that he had explained to the guards countless times in just one second.

Completely impatient, he offered countless more explanations, angrily pulled out the ore again, and amidst the guards' horrified gazes, the cloning center once more burst into flames.

……

"What's going on at the cloning center?" Guard Captain Given Gattuso was in the monitoring center of the research base, where he and two deputy captains took turns on duty.

“I don’t know.” Another clansman quickly pulled up the surveillance footage from the cloning center, explaining, “The temperature detectors over there are going off; it’s probably Professor Gresley again… oh, the elders’ hair!”

"Professor Gresley, Professor Gresley is here?!"

Captain Given quickly looked at the monitor and could only see four charred, carbonized things that were barely recognizable as humanoid before they turned black, being continuously roasted by four flames, with Gresel standing next to them, crying and laughing, looking mad!

What exactly happened? Two assistants attempted to assassinate Gresley but were killed in self-defense? But that doesn't make sense; the clansmen serving as guards aren't just sitting idly by.

Completely baffled, Given picked up the walkie-talkie and spoke to the cloning center through the monitoring system: "Professor Gracell? We just received a temperature alarm at the monitoring center. May I ask..." Given's question echoed through the cloning center, but Gracell just stared at the monitor camera with a crazed expression, frantically pulling out clumps of hair each time, some even stained with blood: "The memories... the memories are fake!!"

"Contact the medical team immediately..." Jiwen said, watching the monitor while trying to instruct his subordinates to contact the medical team and ask them to treat Grace, whose mental state was clearly deteriorating.

But as he watched, it seemed as if some dangerous seed was hidden in the eyes of Grace across the surveillance camera. This illusory seed, which drove Grace crazy, could be seen through the lens and simultaneously transmitted to Given's eyes, who was constantly watching the screen.

Something flashed through Jiwen's mind, and he felt a chill. Before he could check himself or turn off the screen, he was horrified to find that his vision was obscured by water droplets—no, not water droplets, but blood droplets.

Blood, blood inexplicably seeping from the top of his head. Ji Wen raised his hand to touch it; it didn't hurt, but blood had already stained his hand and was still flowing down.

Could it be some kind of mental attack? Given is capable of serving as captain and has extensive combat experience, but ultimately he hasn't been subjected to the extraordinary power of the Old Church.

He even tried to use his senses to fight against these mental attacks, until Given discovered that the mental defense alchemical artifacts were not working. His senses were actually responding to the viscous, warm touch of blood and the smell of rust.

"No, it's not a hallucination? The blood won't stop!" With his senses growing stronger, Given could clearly feel insects crawling under the skin of his cheek, hear non-existent voices whispering in his ear, and see tentacles growing all over Gresel's body in the cloning center!
In the cloning center, Grace had already fainted and had not grown any tentacles at all. Chen Motong's expression was as cold as ice, and a mental storm was expanding outward from her.

The clones and the thirty virtual personalities that had sprung up precisely controlled the storm's path, guiding it around the clones and sweeping over the scientists, assistants, and guards.

The reason why the mental plague, or even a combined plague storm, was not used was because Chen Motong was wary of these clones and his real mother.

Once the mental plague breaks out, it will spread rapidly to all nearby mental islands, infecting all targets within range with various mental illnesses and extreme madness.

This is not what Chen Motong wants. Although he hasn't figured out how to deal with these innocent clones yet, these clones should not suffer from mental infection.

Therefore, Chen Motong was very careful and did not use his most powerful killing move.

Outside the cloning center is an entire biological research base, next to which is the Hall of Heroes, which resembles the ancient Roman Colosseum. The Colosseum contains hundreds of coffins, sealing the 'heroic spirits' that Odin has collected over the years.

Besides this, there is nothing else in Nibelungen.

More scientists, assistants, and guards were crying in despair, losing their sense of the boundaries of their own bodies. In other words, everyone felt their flesh melting, merging into the walls, the floor, and the bodies of their colleagues, as if trying to merge into everything around them.

Further out in the Valhalla group of dead servants, each of them suddenly fell into a dream. The dead servants were already insane, so madness had no effect on the group.
However, after Chen Motong advanced to Sequence 3, the core ability of the Dream Weaver was to pull a group of Dead Servants into the dream, and death in the dream could be reflected in reality.

Odin painstakingly collected and nurtured the heroic spirits of the dead through his travels around the world. In his dream, Odin suddenly opened their coffins and began a frenzied massacre of them. The dead dared not resist Odin in his dream and all quietly fell into eternal slumber in their coffins.

In less than five minutes, the heroic spirits were almost all killed or wounded, and all the humans and hybrids went berserk. Only the thousands of clones and Chen Motong, who were still asleep, remained normal.

The clone returned to Chen Motong's side from the sea of ​​subconsciousness: "Found it. The method to enter and exit this Nibelungen is extremely simple."

"You can get out by jumping into the sea from the east side of the Nibelungen, and you can get back in by jumping into the water from the outside."

Chen Motong closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried his best to suppress the lingering anger. When he opened his eyes again, he finally made a decision: "I can only apologize to everyone on the Passion."

She had already decided that she had to temporarily 'manipulate' everyone on the Passion, taking thousands of clones and her mother away from Nibelungen.

As for what to do with the thousands of clones that follow? We can only try to send them to all corners of the world, allowing them to live independently in different parts of the globe as much as possible.

If all else fails, we can ask everyone at the next gathering if they have any better ideas.

(End of this chapter)