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Chapter 37 - 37 28 Dream Heaven

37: Chapter 28 Dream Heaven 37: Chapter 28 Dream Heaven At the height of the mountaintop, a large sphere of light was suspended in the air.

Around twenty or so ordinary people were tied to wooden stakes on crosses, forming a circle around the sphere.

Blue spiritual tendrils extended from the victims’ facial features, continuously moving in and out, taking with them the mysterious energy of human spirituality to replenish the giant blue sphere in the center.

These victims, some were local fishermen, others were passing merchants whose ships had been attacked by the Dream Heaven.

From last year to now, at least a thousand living beings had been sacrificed, though this number was still negligible within the entire East Solomon Empire.

If the extraction of spiritual energy continued for another month, the entire island would soon be pulled to the boundary between reality and illusion, becoming an isolated island in the collective subconscious, an eternal paradise.

By then, it would be able to appear in reality, as well as travel through the ocean of the collective subconscious, becoming a well-defended safe harbor within the Dream Heaven.

Since collecting the fragments of the Heavenly Mountain, Alexander, the chief priest of the Dream Heaven branch in Little Aske, had secretly devised this ambitious plan—to turn the entire Heavenly Mountain’s fragments into a half-plane branch for the Dream Heaven Sect, thereby completely avoiding the biennial continental heretic purge launched by the Solomon Church.

Of course, due to the defensive advantages of the half-plane, this branch would likely soon be promoted to the headquarters, and by then, Alexander would not only be a branch priest, but would also likely easily enter the Church’s Elder Council, becoming a highly influential figure within the sect.

As long as he controlled the activation permission of the plane fragments, he would be immune to various upper-level power struggles; he could sit securely on the throne of the Elder Council.

This was the unspoken ambitious secret of Chief Priest Alexander.

“An alarm has been triggered at Defense Line 1,” one of the priests said.

The four priests present were Alexander’s confidants.

Thus, his first reaction was not to worry about leaked information leading to attacks by half-divinities from the East Solomon Empire or the Dream Heaven headquarters, but to confirm instead that some unsuspecting passerby had landed on the island.

For someone to get past the outer perimeter of the magical creatures’ territory and trigger an alarm at the foot of the mountain, these passersby must have some level of combat power.

As Alexander pondered this, the priest who initially reported the alarm suddenly changed his expression:

“Defense Line 1 has been breached!

Two signals from the Sleeping Warriors are down!

Defense Line 2… Defense Line 2 has also been breached!

Enemies are advancing towards Defense Line 3, and Defense Line 3 has also been breached!”

“What characteristics do the invaders have?” Alexander could no longer remain calm and hurriedly asked, “Are they equipped with heavy firepower weapons?

Or are they high-rank extraordinals?”

“Flames!” Through a dream connection, the priest saw the last scenes witnessed by the slain Sleeping Warriors, “Endless flames!”

“Could it be a demigod of the Flame Sequence?” Alexander’s face turned pale, “But the Magic Tide hasn’t even started yet!

How can these demigods move freely?”

In the beta version of the scenario, the level limit for extraordinals was Level 5.

This limit wasn’t because extraordinals could not reach Level 6, but because the distribution of extraordinary creatures on the continent and the obtainable extraordinary power could only support extraordinals up to Level 5.

If it’s the Fifth Epoch, or older entities who survived from the Fourth Epoch or earlier, then they weren’t just Level 5—they could be Level 25 or even 35.

However, they couldn’t move around freely in the public eye.

On one hand, the ingredients for the magic potions they needed to advance were tied to advanced extraordinary creatures that had already gone dormant, and similar entities could no longer be found in the world; on another hand, the casual use of abilities would expend their spirituality, and the current Magic Tide level was insufficient to replenish the spiritual energy they consumed daily.

To use a fitting but not exact analogy, suppose a Level 5 extraordinal needs to eat a pound of chicken daily, while a Level 35 requires a pound of beef.

Thus, with the current Magic Tide level causing wild chickens to be everywhere but wild cattle are all in hibernation.

Thus, Level 5 extraordinals could run wild, but Level 35s could only silently lay low, pretending to be ordinary humans, otherwise their frequent consumption of spirituality could starve them to death.

Therefore, it absolutely couldn’t be a demigod!

Alexander concluded, unless the information about the fragments of Heavenly Mountain had leaked (however, the only four subordinates who knew this were with him all the time on the mountaintop, so this possibility was ruled out).

At most, the visitors were at or below Level 5 of the Bloodline Path; otherwise, they couldn’t possibly come knocking directly.

“All the Sleeping Warriors guarding the mountain path, retreat to the summit for defense!” The enemy’s advances were too fast, indicating that a few Sleeping Warriors were no match for them.

The logical response was to retreat everyone to the mountaintop and then concentrate power to fend off the incoming enemies.

Alexander immediately issued the order.

“Go to hell, scum!” On the mountain path, Medea furiously cursed, hurling another large fireball that knocked a Dream Warrior off the cliff.

Muttering to herself, her body ablaze with high-temperature flames, she floated and charged towards the summit again.

The other three girls didn’t dare to stick too close to her, fearing that their hair or clothes might catch fire.

They could only rush forward along the mountain path.

Along the way, they encountered fewer and fewer minions.

Aske sharply noticed this; it seemed the boss had summoned all the minions back to the summit to wait and attack collectively.

Sadly, if it were at the peak of the Magic Tide, I might still worry about some traps.

During the public test phase, the instance bosses were probably only up to Level 5.

Just charge up and kill them.

Upon reaching the summit, the view opened up immediately.

The mountaintop was a large open area, with a diameter of several hundred meters.

A conspicuous spiritual light sphere hovered in the air, immediately catching everyone’s attention.

Then there were the victims tied to the stakes, the Sleeping Warriors and Dream Priests, roughly numbering around twenty enemies.

By now, there was no need for words, what more to say when they had reached the enemy’s lair?

The fight almost erupted on the spot.

The opposing Dream Priests took the lead in casting spells, summoning five Dream Puppets, all fully equipped as Steel Power Armor Knights.

Eleanor was nearly in tears.

Why are you all targeting my memories for summoning?

In fact, neither Nora nor Peggy had ever really encountered Transcendents before, and Medea was now in a state of losing control of her Spirituality and couldn’t read memories.

Since Aske was hiding far behind, the Dream Priests had no choice but to target Eleanor’s memories.

Thus, Eleanor’s father, her two uncles, and the two strongest knights under her command were replicated, their two-meter-tall Power Armors seething with murderous intent, instantly boosting the priests’ courage.

Before they could truly relax, the berserk Medea completely erupted.

Her eyes, bloodshot, looked at the many male NPCs in front of her, drained her remaining Spirituality, bellowed, and the Fireballs in her hands burst out in chaotic shots, thoroughly washing over the enemies on scene, almost turning the whole mountaintop into a sea of flames.

With no Mind Mage to collectively suggest actions, Eleanor and Peggy had no choice but to charge forward relentlessly.

The former, leveraging the defensive power of her armor and the distance advantage of her Long Spear, swung wildly and constantly attacked in the crowd.

The latter, relying on her high-speed movements, skirted the edges of the battlefield, occasionally closing in on an enemy for a Backstabbing.

Nora stood somewhat helplessly in place.

Lacking any combat ability, she couldn’t participate in the battle upfront, and for the time being no one paid her any attention, until suddenly she heard Aske’s call from behind:

“Nora, come here!”

She hurriedly turned and saw Aske sneakily hiding behind a small dirt mound on the mountain path, quietly observing the battlefield from a hidden spot.

Nora quickly ran over to stay with Aske, feeling much more secure.

“Do you see those five in priest robes on the other side?” Aske pointed and said, “Those five are the bosses.”

“Okay,” Nora obediently nodded, “What do you need me to do?”

“Nothing for you to do,” Aske said.

“They are about to activate that big light sphere for a major attack.

I’ll see if I can kill one while they’re busy.

Watch closely to see who the light sphere targets.

If it’s Eleanor or Medea, don’t worry about it (one’s too tough and the other has too much health to be killed), but if it’s Peggy, yell to warn her.”

“Won’t that attract the enemies’ attention?” Nora asked.

“With Medea in full rage mode, their primary strategy is to take down Medea first.

Otherwise, they’ll have to press through her flames, which would cost them too much,” Aske pointed to himself with a thumbs-up.

“Besides, you still have me, right?”

“Okay,” Nora felt suddenly reassured, her eyes intently focused on the light sphere.

Across from her, the five priests spread their arms in an “embracing the sun” gesture, their eyes and noses emitting a blue light, surging toward the giant light sphere overhead.

The blue light gathered on the surface of the sphere, forming a torrent that suddenly lunged at Eleanor.

Soul Torrent!

Eleanor, bravely fighting beside Medea, was suddenly hit by the Soul Torrent.

She wielded her Shield, struggling to defend against the mana light falling from the sky, feeling immense pressure pounding on her shield, nearly causing her fingers on her left hand to lose grip of the handle.

Taking advantage of Eleanor being pushed back, nearby Sleeping Warriors and Power Armor Knights immediately filled in, launching a frenzied attack at Medea in the flames.

Her method of fighting was like that of a mad demon, continuously tossing high-temperature flames around, nearly like an erupting volcano.

Suddenly, a gunshot, thunderous like a roar.

Aske’s Imperial Eagle fired an elephant hunting bullet, piercing through the chests of three Sleeping Warriors and exploded in the chest of one priest creating a huge hole.

The other four priests immediately changed their expressions.

However, as they were maintaining the Soul Torrent, they didn’t stop casting immediately.

It was this moment of hesitation from the bosses that Aske had anticipated.

Three more rapid, consecutive gunshots followed, bringing down three priest bosses instantly.

Now, the only remaining Elder Alexander also dared not continue casting.

He promptly interrupted the Soul Torrent (just as Eleanor was almost hit by the spell to the edge of the cliff, one second more and she would have fallen off the cliff to a map kill).

At his command, only half of the warriors continued to engage Medea, while the other half rushed towards Aske.

“Stay hidden, I’m going,” Aske told Nora, then drew his Longsword to meet the surging enemies.

Watching Aske charge out, tears welled up in Nora’s eyes—she remembered the legendary novels she had read, where heroes were always alone with a sword, facing vastly outnumbered enemies, courageously facing the challenges.

“Lord, please protect Mr.

Aske, may his Longsword on the battlefield vigorously drink fresh blood, and may the enemy’s wicked blades never touch his clothes,” she knew that with her current inability to fight, she couldn’t join him on the battlefield, so she closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and silently prayed to God.

Aske charged at the enemy with his sword drawn.

A phantom Power Armor Knight rushed to meet him head-on.

He side-stepped a Nail Hammer and counterattacked with a Backstab, his Longsword penetrating the knight’s unprotected joint gaps.

Then he quickly withdrew his Longsword, blocking the attacks from two Sleeping Warriors on his left, deftly pulling and pushing their attacks toward the right, his sword pressing against one’s neck, swiftly and skillfully slashing half a circle, blood spraying from the severed windpipe.

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