Zhang Heng subconsciously reached for his waist, but he found nothing. Only then did he remember that he did not bring the Shrouded Scabbard with him this time.
In fact, not only the Shrouded Scabbard, but the travel bag he used to store his items was also not with him. He came here almost empty-handed. Even if the fire was about to reach his bedroom, it was almost impossible for him to make such a low-level mistake with his calmness. Coupled with the fact that the Neptune watch on his wrist was now missing, Zhang Heng realized that he was probably in a dream at this moment.
Nyarlathotep once warned him that the amulet given to him by Kronos was gradually losing its effect. He had also begun to re-establish contact with the master of the city under the ice. In his previous dreams and subconscious, Zhang Heng had seen the half-man, half-fish frog monsters, the huge palace, and the huge shadow in the palace.
If the hazy seaside town represented the past, and the huge shadow imprisoned in the palace represented the present, then the scene Zhang Heng saw this time was undoubtedly the future.
The entire Greenland was engulfed by the raging fire, and the residents living here were completely in a frenzy. They grabbed all the weapons they could grab at hand, and without hesitation, they turned their guns on their neighbors, friends, and even relatives, welcoming the arrival of the figure on the throne with slaughter and death.
Zhang Heng and his other self looked at each other for a moment. After that, he moved again, turned around, and rushed to a grocery store on the left.
While running, Zhang Heng took off his shirt and wrapped it around his elbow. He then smashed the grocery store's window with his elbow, jumped in, and took out a fire axe and a shotgun hanging on the wall behind the counter. He then grabbed two boxes of bullets and a skinning knife from the counter.
When he walked out of the grocery store, he saw a group of fanatics rushing out of the nearby buildings and surrounding him.
Zhang Heng's expression did not change. Although the number of fanatics in front of him was more than what he encountered in the art museum, judging from their attire, they should only be residents of the island not long ago. Naturally, their combat power was very limited.
With a fire axe in one hand and a shotgun in the other, Zhang Heng charged at the enemy. He did not rush into the crowd directly. Instead, he used the buildings around him and his movement speed to fight the enemies in front of him. At the same time, he was getting closer to the figure on the throne.
The latter had yet to make a move, maintaining his previous posture. Even his gaze had shifted away from Zhang Heng and was looking further away.
Although Greenland was not small, the number of humans living on it was not large. This vast and sparsely populated land obviously could not satisfy his appetite, especially since he had just escaped from the city under the ice and changed into a new body. He was eager for more power. At this moment, his eyes had crossed the vast sea, and he was looking at the nearest American continent.
On the other hand, Zhang Heng had unknowingly pulled away from the fanatics by quite a distance. He did not intend to tangle with these guys who had completely lost their minds because it was obvious that only by killing the guy on the pile of corpses could he truly end everything.
If it were in reality, Zhang Heng might have chosen a more cautious way of fighting. He would first figure out what the opponent's abilities were, but since he knew that this was just a dream, Zhang Heng treated this battle as a rehearsal in advance. The most important thing was to collect more information and further understand his opponent. If everything went as planned, he and the owner of the city under the ice would have to fight a battle later, and it was either one of them or the other.
Zhang Heng jumped down from the roof of a cafe. At this moment, he was less than twenty meters away from the hill of corpses. Twenty meters was just a blink of an eye for him. His left foot had already stepped on the back of a corpse, and at the same time, he picked up the shotgun in his hand again.
The bullets in the barrel were already loaded. Once he pulled the trigger, he would shoot at the figure on top of the pile of corpses.
But the next moment, Zhang Heng suddenly found that he could not move his body.
It felt as if someone had pressed the pause button.
However, it was only his body that stopped in the scene. The flames on the side were still burning, and the fanatics behind him were also chasing him while dancing wildly.
After that, Zhang Heng felt the blood in his body boiling!
This was not a figure of speech, but his blood was really boiling.
It was like boiling water, burning every blood vessel in his body. Zhang Heng had inhaled a large dose of radiation in the Chernobyl dungeon, but even when his condition deteriorated to the worst in the sterile ward, it was not as painful as it was now. Even when he sank his perception into his subconscious, it no longer worked.
The veins on Zhang Heng's body were bulging, but he could not even move his little finger.
What was even more despairing was that during this period, the figure on top of the pile of corpses did not even look at him. It was not until his body fell from the air and the shotgun fell heavily to the ground that the other 'him' on top of the pile of corpses retracted his gaze from the west.
But still, he did not say anything.
After that, he stepped on the corpses and walked toward Zhang Heng. Just when he reached out and was about to stab Zhang Heng's chest, his movements suddenly paused, and his brows furrowed. This was the first time his face showed any expression, and it looked a little stiff.
After a pause, he finally gave up halfway through his action, straightened his body again, and looked at Zhang Heng, who was lying on the ground with a blank expression. He looked like he was looking at a lamb that was about to be sent to the slaughterhouse.
It was not until he turned around and left that Zhang Heng felt that he could finally breathe again, and there were no more burning flames and dense corpses around him.
At this moment, he was lying on the bed in the hotel bedroom, and his sweat had soaked the sheets.
Sure enough, it was a nightmare. Zhang Heng looked at his right hand, and the Neptune watch finally returned to his wrist. When he saw the time on it, Zhang Heng was stunned.
00:35。
It did not feel like much time had passed, but he had slept for more than ten hours. Neptune had unknowingly completed a lap. In other words, he had now come to his own exclusive still world, and this was probably why the other 'him' in the dream suddenly stopped, turned around, and left.
However, what caught Zhang Heng's attention was that unlike before, the time on his watch was not exactly stuck at midnight. In other words, his nightmare did not end immediately after he entered the still world. Instead, it was extended by another 30 minutes!
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