Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

Benjamin was not only surprised to see Chris in this dark space.

Furthermore, Chris was wearing the "Hidden Fate" cloak at that time.

The other party not only entered this deep dark space, but also seemed to have formed some kind of unusual connection with the torchbearer in this space.

Otherwise, given the other party's status, there would be absolutely no way they could have obtained this cloak and known how to use it.

Back in the real world, when Benjamin arrived at apartment 037 Nottingham Street, he had already gone into room 102 to check.

At that moment, he realized that there was no one in the house.

At that time, he thought that this person named Chris might also have been involved in this Dark Domain corruption incident.

The reasons for the formation of the Dark Domain are still largely unknown.

Unless, like him, one infiltrates this dark space through a spiritual resonance ritual that has been verified multiple times.

Otherwise, those who are drawn into the Dark Domain may be given new roles within it.

Of course, these people may retain their original identities, but some of their memories and even cognitions may become distorted.

There is no clear pattern to this.

Benjamin quickly accepted the situation.

At this moment, the other party actually addressed him as captain.

This guy named Chris was indeed given the identity of the torchbearer, just as he had imagined.

The afterimages within the dark space cannot detect these anomalies.

Only those who, like him, enter this dark space from the outside will be targeted by these dark space rules.

Benjamin nodded slightly at Chris.

He strode forward and used his spiritual power to open the hidden door.

Benjamin had already figured it out; this guy didn't know the password here.

Then it would be even more impossible to know how to open the hidden door.

After the door opened, Benjamin quickly went inside.

Although, looking at Benjamin in front of him, Chris felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

But he still quickly followed.

The deep darkness that Benjamin had just closed was now seeping in through the cracks of the door, spreading towards where Chris was.

Chris walked through the dark area behind the hidden door and entered the bright hall.

At that moment, a bizarre and incongruous scene unfolded in the hall, giving him a jolt.

Vivian was suspended in mid-air, her expression blank, her black pupils occupying most of her eyes.

Around her, there were many broken pieces of tables and chairs floating.

Below Vivian, Benjamin stretched out his hands towards her, his palms loosely clenched, a slightly strained expression on his face.

Less than two meters diagonally in front of Chris stood another Benjamin.

His gaze kept shifting back and forth between the two Benjamins.

He discovered that the two men looked exactly alike.

The only difference might be that the Benjamin standing in front of him was holding that strange short sword.

This is the Benjamin he just met outside.

At that moment, Chris noticed the strange short sword in the other person's hand.

But time was short, and he didn't have time to look at it carefully.

Just as Chris had a clear view of the room, Benjamin, who was standing in front of him, suddenly moved.

Benjamin took a few long strides and arrived directly below Vivian. He leaped high into the air and slashed at the void around Vivian with the strange short sword in his hand.

A dull, soft sound rang out inside the room at the same time as the strike.

Upon seeing this, Chris immediately understood what was happening.

He decisively activated his spiritual vision, and a scene that made him gasp for breath overwrote his original reality.

After Chris activated his spiritual vision, the once bright hall suddenly darkened in his eyes.

Everything around was shrouded in a hazy, gray shadow.

Several seemingly intangible black, misty tentacles were wrapped around Vivian's body, tightening inwards continuously.

Some black, eroded marks, like moving tattoos, began to spread across Vivian's skin.

Some of the black tattoos had spread to the middle of Vivian's neck.

But these black tattoos did not continue to spread upwards.

A semi-transparent, murky phantom enveloped Vivian's entire head, blocking the black tattoos from view.

Faint, ethereal threads of spiritual energy floated out from these translucent, murky phantoms and extended to Benjamin, whose hands were clasped empty.

The other Benjamin's slash just now severed several misty tentacles.

At this moment, Vivian's suspended body also began to slowly fall downwards.

Chris followed the source of these black, misty tentacles and saw a black mist about one meter in diameter floating quietly behind Vivian.

These misty tentacles spread out from this black mist.

Seeing this, Chris frowned, unsure of what to do next.

Why are there two Benjamins here?

What exactly was this lucid dream about?

Just as Chris was pondering, Benjamin, wielding the ceremonial sword, had already severed most of the misty tentacles.

Vivian's body had already slid down to less than a meter from the ground.

The severed tentacles turned into gray-black mist, some of which dissipated into the air, while others were retracted by the black mist.

Above that cloud of mist, the thick black fog rose and fell continuously, as if it had been subjected to a tremendous stimulus.

At this moment, one last black, misty tentacle remained, tightly wrapped around Vivian's neck.

The tentacle clung tightly to those translucent, murky phantoms, as if they were vying for ownership of that part.

Benjamin, wielding the ceremonial sword, strode to Vivian's side and gently flicked the last black tentacle with the sword.

With a soft "poof," the misty tentacles snapped off.

Vivian landed on the ground in an instant.

Benjamin, holding the ceremonial sword, rushed forward to check on Vivian's condition.

The other Benjamin slowly withdrew his hands, his gaze sweeping over Vivian and Benjamin holding the ceremonial sword.

Then he looked at Chris standing to the side.

Many questions flashed in his eyes.

In his view, Vivian was attacked by a spirit creature while communicating with the spirit world.

Benjamin recognized the spirit creature; it was an extraordinary being called the Spectral Devourer.

It feeds on the memories and emotions of living beings.

The creature was trying to invade Vivian's brain.

So he used the power of the Echo Wall to protect Vivian's Sea of ​​Memories in advance.

A tug-of-war has broken out between the two sides.

Then, a blurry, unreal figure and Chris burst into the hall one after the other.

Chris stood still.

The phantom used a special weapon to quickly dismantle the tentacles that the Spectral Monster had used to lock Vivian's hands.

Benjamin couldn't see the blurry figure clearly, but he could see the weapon in the other person's hand very clearly.

That is the ceremonial sword passed down through the Immorales family.

Why did that sword end up in the other party's hands?

He had never heard of Morphy ever possessing the ability to put himself in an unobservable, ambiguous state.

Would Morgan lend out this sword so easily?

That's impossible.

Even if it's him...

Suddenly, Benjamin's recollection was interrupted.

His memory is malfunctioning.

An invisible barrier divided his sea of ​​memories into many regions.

At this moment, he could only recall a few scattered things.

But Benjamin had a vague feeling that he hadn't done anything wrong.

His gaze shifted from Chris; this newcomer had not yet embarked on the path of sainthood and could not be of much help.

The Spectral Monster was still in this space. Even with Spirit Vision, it could only be seen as a jellyfish-like, almost transparent, ethereal body.

This thing needs to be thoroughly cleaned.

But he vaguely remembered that this thing seemed difficult to kill.

The best solution is to send it back to the spirit world.

His gaze involuntarily fell once again on the spiritual echo device beside him.

The spiritual echo device was tilted to the side at this moment, and its overall shape was slightly deformed.

However, the metal parts that make up the instrument are very sturdy, so this spiritual echo device should still be usable.

He stared at the Spectral Monster above, a dozen spiritual threads swirling from between his fingers on his palm.

We must remain vigilant against another surprise attack, and at the same time, prevent the enemy from escaping.

As the torchbearer, he absolutely cannot allow such things to roam freely in reality.

"Chris, put that metal frame back up, with the disc facing up."

Benjamin knew that Chris probably didn't know what a spiritual echo chamber was, so he could only give that command.

Upon hearing Benjamin's order, Chris was taken aback at first, then looked at the other Benjamin who was squatting next to Vivian.

He didn't know what the point of what he was doing was.

His mind was a bit confused.

He instinctively felt that the black fog in the sky was the most dangerous thing here.

The mist appeared to have no physical form, but perhaps the flames burning from the Mars card in his hand could have an effect on it.

Chris really wanted to give it a try.

But looking at the two Benjamins in front of him, he hesitated.

Only half a minute has passed since he entered the hall.

The black mist in mid-air continued to float even after all its tentacles had been severed.

The black mist that condensed into a cloud of fog undulated and rose and fell, and small, fist-sized fog-like protrusions slowly took shape on the surface of the cloud of fog.

These protrusions kept extending outwards, and it looked like they were about to form dozens of those misty tentacles.

A rustling sound came from the wall behind Chris.

A wisp of black mist began to slowly seep out from within the wall.

He noticed all of this, and then glanced again at the object lying on the ground, which had a sophisticated mechanical structure.

In the end, he still pulled the Mars card out of his shirt pocket.

Chris stared at the black fog above, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.