I've really returned to Utopia … Upon seeing the scene outside, Wendel felt an inexplicable sense of relief and relaxation. He no longer had any doubts about his choice to testify in court.
One had to know that he had been in the bathroom of MI9's headquarters. Even a fully-armed army wouldn't be able to break in.
After slowly exhaling, Wendel walked out of the bathroom and walked towards the entrance of the hall.
Behind him, in a corner of the bathroom that no one paid attention to, the pitch-black crow was draped in a shadowy veil. It had lost its physical presence, and it was difficult to discover it even if one looked at it directly.
Following that, its body became more and more transparent, quickly dissipating until it disappeared.
At this moment, Wendel had already walked a few meters into the hall and saw a policeman in a black-and-white checkered uniform enter the entrance.
It was the young officer, Biles, who had invited him to testify in court.
"I knew you would definitely come because you're a kind person." Biles smiled as he welcomed Wendel.
Upon hearing this praise, Wendel's heart finally returned to its original position. Then, he instinctively looked back and saw that the bathroom he had come out of had changed. It no longer looked familiar to him.
…
In the dream maze formed by many minds, the gigantic white rabbit that walked upright forcefully squeezed through the open door and entered the wilderness with grayish-white pillars and magnificent palaces.
Mr. Wrath … Although he wasn't wearing the persona mask, his unforgettable characteristics still helped Audrey recognize him at a glance.
This was somewhat out of her expectations, but it didn't surprise her too much.
From her point of view, to deal with an ancient mind dragon like Ariehogg, just Mr. Wrath alone wouldn't be enough, even if Mr. Fool had warned her to be wary of him.
After all, the leader behind Psychological Alchemy, the former King of Angels, had already become a Sequence 0 true god. According to the knowledge shared in the Tarot, there shouldn't be another author in the real World. This way, no matter how powerful Mr. Wrath was, as long as he was still in the Spectator pathway, he would at most be on the same level as Ariehogg. He would only be superior in terms of combat experience, psychological research, and self-cultivation.
At this moment, as the giant white rabbit entered, Ariehogg, whose scales were huge and grayish-white, spread his wings that were covered with skin with a whoosh, instantly shrouding the surrounding area with a layer of shadow.
The white rabbit stomped on the ground and suddenly became extremely huge, like a small hill.
At the same time, right above "Him", the dark sky suddenly brightened, and under "His" feet, the ground cracked open one after another, spewing out crimson magma.
Then, a blurry and distorted figure appeared behind it.
This figure was wearing a simple white robe. His face was hard to see, and his age could not be determined. He could only vaguely tell that he was a male.
Behind his head hung a halo that emitted a brilliant glow, like a miniature Sun. Beneath his feet was an illusory clock that was divided into twelve segments. Each segment had a symbol that symbolized a different time. Behind him hung a shadow that resembled a curtain. In the shadow, there seemed to be an eye silently peeking out.
Just as the figure's silhouette appeared, the entire dream maze shook violently. Gray fragments constantly fell from the void.
Depravity and pure sunlight, two completely opposite feelings, quickly spread around the giant white rabbit, eroding or assimilating the area.
However, the figure in the simple white robe was unable to truly take form. It was unable to walk out of history and illusion into reality.
Every time his silhouette was about to become clear, his figure would distort, like a machine that had its signal disrupted.
At this moment, Audrey instinctively retracted her gaze, not daring to look straight at the giant white rabbit.
Perhaps it was because she was in a dream and was closely connected to the island of the mind and the sea of collective subconscious, she directly knew what Mr. Wrath was doing without anyone's explanation.
The other party had seen through the hidden mental problems of the ancient dragon, Ariehogg, and knew what "He" was most afraid of. Then, "He" weaved a nightmare that contained a specific image.
In a battle between High-Sequence Beyonders of the Spectator pathway, if both parties were at the same level, it would be difficult for any means to have any real effect. One could infiltrate the island of the mind and carry out a deep hypnosis; the other could guard the door to the Body of Heart and Mind, preventing any external consciousness from entering; the other could spread Mental Plague, using the sea of collective subconscious to unknowingly corrupt the enemy; the other could placate "Himself," treat mental illnesses, and maintain mental health …
Therefore, battles between Spectator saints of the same Sequence would often have three fixed styles. First, they would set up a trap in advance and make all sorts of preparations. Then, they would stealthily lure the other party in and destroy their mental defenses, completing the hypnosis. Second, they would focus on defense and support, relying on powerful Sealed Artifacts to defeat the enemy. Third, when Beyonder powers such as Mental Plague, Mind Deprivation, Dragon's Breath, and Consciousness Control were unable to do anything to each other, they would hypnotize themselves and "Dragonize," engaging in an intense melee battle with their claws and tails.
In the third type of battle, whoever had a deeper understanding of the mind and whose willpower was stronger and firmer would be able to gain an advantage through a longer period of Dragonization, allowing them to accumulate the advantage. Of course, the premise was that the other party didn't find a chance to escape.
And at the angel level, everyone was a true Mythical Creature. The length of Dragonization was meaningless. At that moment, it mainly relied on Insight. Whoever could better find the flaws in the opponent's mind would be able to weave a corresponding nightmare and directly attack the enemy's mental weaknesses. Step by step, they would destroy their mental defenses, achieving the effect of "going mad" or "fright to death."
As Audrey was in the same "dream," even if the nightmare wasn't targeted at her, she would still be affected. She would be affected by the corresponding emotions, traits, and status, and even be corrupted.
Just like now, she clearly knew that the nightmare that Mr. Wrath weaved represented the ancient Sun God. This was the existence that Ariehogg feared the most. At the same time, the influence of the ancient Sun God would uncontrollably corrupt the surroundings until it reached the entire dream.
When that happened, when Audrey woke up, she would either become a mental patient without any healing instincts, or she would transform into an incomplete Mythical Creature. She would completely lose her mind and attack the living beings around her crazily.
Of course, there was another possibility. She had unknowingly fallen. She had unknowingly become cold, cruel, and bloodthirsty, as if she had been replaced by another person.
At that moment, Ariehogg, who was squatting at the top of the grayish-white pillar, let out a painful roar.
As the dragon's roar echoed, the top of "His" head turned dark. An indescribable "ocean" that contained all colors and secrets appeared.
In the ocean, a grayish-white dragon that was hundreds of meters long, or even larger, soared up. "His" vertical eyes were pale gold and bright red.
On the dragon's forehead, there was a third eye that seemed to hide a thick shadow.
Similarly, without anyone's explanation, Audrey immediately knew what the nightmare that Ariehogg had weaved represented with the help of the special state she was in.
This was something that had left a deep shadow in the giant white rabbit's heart. This was Ankewelt that had been eroded by "underground." This was a Virtual Persona that had been sealed behind the bronze door by the ancient god, a piece of mental corruption.
At that moment, Audrey was in between two indescribably terrifying nightmares. Although she hadn't been eroded, her mental state had already fluctuated, as if she had been shocked.
She immediately gave herself a Placate, and without any hesitation, she relied on her lucidity to forcefully escape the dream maze.
During this process, because she wasn't the target of Ariehogg and Mr. Wrath, she wasn't stopped. Furthermore, she had reached Sequence 4 and possessed a certain level of godhood. Therefore, she quickly woke up from her dream.
Audrey suddenly opened her eyes and saw the crystal chandelier that was dyed a faint crimson. She saw the deep night that filled the room.
Without any delay, she got out of bed, ran to the window, and looked outside.
The entire manor was silent, as if it was in deep sleep. There was nothing unusual.
Audrey frowned and immediately split out a Virtual Persona, allowing it to enter the mind island of a Patroller.
She remembered very clearly that the dream maze was pieced together by many minds. Once the corruption of the two nightmares spread, the outcome would be unimaginable.
Therefore, she had to wake everyone in the manor before that happened.
In the next second, the patrolling guard suddenly raised his hand, removed the grenade hanging from his belt, pulled out the fuse, and threw it into the uninhabited garden.
Boom!
The sound of the explosion spread out violently, alarming the sleeping people.
Right on the heels of that, the guard shouted at the top of his lungs, "Enemy attack!
Enemy attack! "
"Enemy attack!"
Earl Hall and his wife were already in their fifties, so they were light sleepers to begin with. At that moment, they were jolted awake. No matter how good Hibbert's sleep quality was, he woke up in a daze from the explosion. Alfred had automatically opened his eyes when the grenade was thrown.
The other butlers, maids, servants, bodyguards, and guards woke up one after another. Their expressions were blank and alarmed, unsure of what had happened.
And at the spot furthest from the manor's main building, a few servants heard the commotion and failed to wake up in time.
In just a few seconds, they struggled in pain on the bed, like snakes shedding their skin. They shed all their outer skin, turning into hideous bloody figures.
And they didn't wake up until they died.
At that moment, Audrey saw a grayish-white dragon spread its wings in the sea of collective subconscious and rapidly fly away. A giant white rabbit followed closely behind.
In the blink of an eye, the dragon's voice echoed in the illusory sea.
"Adam might not be Adam, just like I might not be Ariehogg."
The giant white rabbit's figure suddenly slowed down and gradually stopped.
All the abnormalities were cut off, and the entire area returned to normal.
…
Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace.
Adam didn't take action? The Fool Klein frowned slightly and focused his attention back on Utopia, replacing the instinctive monitoring of the Worms of Spirit.
He carefully examined his marionette town and didn't find anything abnormal.
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