Damn it, he should have sensed that something was wrong!
Barker looked around at the completely unfamiliar environment. He gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart, retreating cautiously.
The hall in front of him looked like the first floor of an old villa. He could vaguely see the stairs around the corner. There were bookshelves full of books on the left and right. There were a few rooms on the side, and in the center were sofas, tea tables, and other things.
The windows were all closed, and he could vaguely see the scene outside.
But the terrifying thing was that there was an invisible sense of being watched everywhere. It was as if someone in the dark was watching everything in the room, watching his every move.
He felt that the divine power in his body had evaporated and disappeared without a trace. There was no active aether around him.
He couldn't even sense the existence of aether, let alone use it.
It was as if he had really become an ordinary person!
At the same time, Barker felt that the emotions he had lost because of the countless revivals and the cruel and lofty power all came back like a tide.
Anger, confusion, fear … It was as if someone had suddenly broken out of the water after being underwater for a long time. His dull and dull senses were all restored, and his emotions had never been so clear.
But Barker didn't need these things that he had long abandoned. It was these things that made him fall from the altar of recklessly judging the lives of others into the bottomless abyss. It made him feel that his heart was shaking and collapsing. Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios com
Without power, he felt that he had lost everything.
The sense of superiority from being able to judge lives from a high position was quickly replaced by empty fear.
"No, impossible, this must be an illusion! I have to calm down. As long as I find the clues and the sense of irregularity, I can break the other party's power. I still have my divine power … "
Barker tried to comfort himself. He turned and saw the tightly shut wooden door. He took a deep breath and tried to twist it.
"Kacha, kacha …"
The sound of the door locking came out. No matter how hard he tried, the door didn't move at all, as if it was fixed to the entire space.
The panting Buck suddenly stopped and stared at his hands that were gripping the doorknob.
The slight trembling was so obvious.
Barker realized that it wasn't just his hands. His wrists, arms, and even his entire body and legs were shaking and going soft.
"How is this possible! Impossible! "
How can I be afraid!
The deep sense of helplessness in Barker's heart gradually turned into a trace of despair, causing him to become somewhat hysterical.
He let go of the doorknob as if he had been electrocuted. His chest heaved as he forced himself to calm down and turned to look at the staircase at the corner.
The spellcaster must have set up such a scene so that the victim would take the role of the spellcaster and think that it was real.
If he followed the other party's train of thought and started to look for clues on this floor, he would fall right into the trap. His subconscious mind would become more and more convinced that this scene was real, and he would never be able to escape.
Barker sneered. He was all too familiar with this kind of illusion art.
Therefore, the only way he could get out of this situation was to continue his investigation on the first floor!
That's right, Barker had no intention of going up at all.
What he had just deduced was exactly what the spellcaster wanted the victim to think. Most people would definitely go upstairs, but in reality, they would fall into the trap.
How could the spellcaster place the clues upstairs so openly? He would definitely make the upstairs more realistic, or set up more traps that would cause flaws to appear in the walls of the victim's heart. Step by step, he would eventually break down the victim's mental defenses.
Therefore, by thinking in reverse, only the first floor was the most fake.
Don't be fooled by the fact that the layout here was so realistic and that there were so many books. In reality, this was the part that was most difficult to construct using illusions. Any book, as long as he could find a loophole, then the illusion would be broken by itself!
Barker took a deep breath, and his mentality that was about to collapse stabilized again. He muttered, "So what if I don't have any power? My will is firm, and I have the wisdom that I have gained over a long period of time. These will not disappear. If you want to use this level of illusion to defeat me, you are still far from it!"
He walked step by step towards the bookshelf. His gaze was sharp, and his footsteps were firm. The aura that belonged to the "Dead Kingdom" had returned to him.
"Let me see what kind of trick you're playing."
Barker stood in front of the bookshelf and reached out to pull out a book.
— —
Lin Jie felt that there was a visitor in the dreamscape he had constructed.
This was because Bai Yin had said before that when the dreamscape was not completely constructed, it was not strong enough, or if there was no "permission" set, it was possible to inadvertently involve some creatures in the dreamscape, or the souls of other people in the real world.
"But don't worry, these visitors are not dangerous to you. If you take a fancy to a dreamscape creature, you can even keep it in your dreamscape as a pet."
That was what Bai Yin said.
Therefore, Lin Jie was not flustered at all. He even activated the God's View to observe the visitor's actions with great interest.
He could not help but complain, "This guy is really ugly …"
It felt like a person who had been dismembered and pieced together and molded into a humanoid creature. It should be some strange dreamscape creature … Forget it, it was better to kill it quickly. Otherwise, if he looked at it for too long, he would have nightmares.
"Oh … I am dreaming now. Wait, if I think about it this way, could this be the source of the so-called nightmares? Is it a dreamscape creature that invaded the dreamscape of ordinary people? "
Lin Jie was deep in thought.
However, although he made the decision quickly, he did not act immediately. The strange humanoid creature's actions had attracted his attention.
The creature seemed to be afraid and tried to open the door to escape. It even fell into deep thought … It looked like it had intelligence.
However, this did not change Lin Jie's thoughts. He still wanted to experiment to see how far his dreamscape could go.
Of course, if it was a human soul, Lin Jie would definitely wait for a while before sending it out. After all, he knew what would happen if a person lost their soul. He did not want to become a murderer for no reason.
"Hmm? It seems to have stopped in front of the bookshelf? "
Lin Jie was stunned. He saw the humanoid creature take down a book and widened his eyes. "It is actually interested in astronomy …"
Eh, if that was the case, could he open a bookstore in the dreamscape to serve the dreamscape creatures?
Before Lin Jie's thoughts could continue to develop, he saw the humanoid dreamscape creature suddenly distort. It was like the people in the oil painting "The Scream." It screamed and screamed. Then, like a pile of firewood being ignited, it exploded into a raging fire and turned into a pile of ashes.
Boss Lin, whose ambition had just risen, was confused. He blinked his eyes and did not know what had happened.
— —
Under the cover of the night, all the transcendents who had gathered because of the bounty offered by the Dome Church were now dormant. They quietly looked up at the Annihilation class elite who was emitting a terrifying presence.
They were waiting for the Waning Moon apostle, who had titles like "Life Reaper," "Dead Nation," and other titles, to take his revenge.
Everyone knew that the traitor who had destroyed a church and killed two apostles in one night was now in the nameless bookstore not far away.
This confrontation, in everyone's eyes, was a silent contest.
Once Barker made a move, this would become a great battle between gods.
However.
One minute passed, five minutes passed, ten minutes, half an hour, one hour … The figure standing in the void above the sky was like the Grim Reaper, but there was not a trace of movement.
"What's going on?"
"Is Lord Barker still not making a move? The sky is going to be bright soon … "
"What do you know? How could a battle between gods be so easy? This is a battle of structure! "
"Impossible. Barker had clearly prepared to make a move. He even took a step forward. Why did he suddenly stop for so long?"
"Look, he's moving!"
In the midst of the transcendents' discussion, the figure in the sky finally moved.
The Waning Moon apostle in a black robe trembled and stretched out his hands to cover his head. He silently used all his strength to scream.
Then, silently, from head to toe, he slowly turned into ashes with little sparks. It was like a bonfire that had been burned out. In the night sky, it was blown away by the wind …
Nothing was left.
In an instant, the superhumans were first stunned, then their bodies went numb. A chilling fear seized their hearts, and the more timid ones fell to the ground, their legs giving way. There were even some who broke into a run for their lives.
In the silence, they fled in panic. No one dared to say anything about entering the bookstore.
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