Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 954 Rules for Transforming Reality into Illusion
Nas Hortas.

Milo really didn't know anything about this Dream God.

There are at least fifty or a hundred dream gods who have fallen into the abyss. Those like Nordens, the Golden Tree, and Hookfinger, who possess vast tracts of faith pastures, are ultimately a minority. Many temples actually have very narrow spheres of influence, and there are quite a few that only have one lower-level city-state to worship.

For example, before the War of the Stars, Utha had a dream god named "Buster," whose true form was a cat.

There are many such deities in the Kadas pantheon. They may be powerful, but their influence and power are limited, and their followers are small.

Nas Hortas is a prime example.

In contrast, his twin brother Horus at least possessed the entire Eternal Kingdom. Although he was a scapegoat in the Khadath pantheon, the faith pastures he controlled were still quite vast.

But Hortas was rather poor. His temple was located in the northwest corner of the Dreamland, east of the Cold Plains and north of the Forbidden Zone. The largest lower kingdom there was called "Yin's Garden," which is where the naughty kid Marty is now.

However, the Garden of Yin is not yet Hortas's territory. He is not qualified to control the Garden of Yin. His temple is located in the northeast corner of the Garden of Yin, almost at the very edge of the map, where there is a grassland.

Yes, that's roughly the location.

What to say.

It is a dream deity whose presence is almost zero.

His followers may not be intelligent beings, perhaps they are lions or rabbits on the grasslands.

...

Even the weakest deity has a high probability of undergoing a mutation in the abyss world.

The fact that He survived in the same abyssal world as the Outer God Engel Korath speaks volumes. The Outer God and the Dream Gods were mortal enemies.

What's more, it seems that He has Aegon under his control right now.

……

"I have a proposal."

Idea King Imnar spoke first:
"Let's set aside our past grievances for now and focus on dealing with this fallen deity, shall we?"

“You know I’m not good at fighting. I mean, I’m just a scholar,” Crow responded first, taking a step back as he did so.

Then his head was pressed against a red-hot gun barrel.

"You go first." It was Rebecca.

A wry, awkward smile appeared on Crow's face. Sensing the murderous intent that could erupt from the gun barrel at any moment, even he dared not make any other unnecessary movements.
"Your Excellency Chief Enforcement Officer, I helped you eliminate your competitors, have you forgotten?"

The fact that he can still bring up such insensitive topics at this point shows that Crowe still has someone to rely on.

He could never really be just a scholar who is not good at fighting.

...

With a gun pointed at him, Crow continued to ramble on: "And you know, I played a part in the incident in Luoyan City."

To Milo, this meant that when Klaus helped him enter the Abyss, Emma would be there.

But Rebecca interpreted it differently.

...

bang——

This kind of smooth talk might work on others, but Rebecca doesn't buy it.

She fired immediately.

The shockwave rippled through the church, centered on the gun barrel.

Then, something strange happened.

The church environment, which was originally dappled with light and shadow, began to distort, and the space, light, shadow, and even the rules all began to show signs of disintegration and recombination.

The bullet pierced through Crow's skull.

But he didn't die.

Not even blood or brain matter spurted out.

"So... what's going on now?"

Amidst the chaotic interplay of light and shadow, Crow tilted his head slightly, reached into his eye socket and pulled out a burning bullet, then looked up at the old bishop in the center of the church.

What was originally not a very long distance now feels like a vast distance of mountains and rivers separating the two sides, once the view is out in the distance.

Over this vast distance, countless clergymen, disguised as the Hooked Priest, were densely packed together, their gazes fixed on Crow.

A pressure that threatened to crush him instantly was suddenly applied to Crow.

His sanity level fluctuated for a moment.

...

"hiss……"

His body trembled violently.

At that moment, the old bishop beneath the goddess statue in the far distance also slowly cast his gaze over.

That simple glance alone caused Crow's pupils to dilate dramatically.

His sanity level is skyrocketing.

It's even on the verge of collapse.

"This is impossible..."

He roared from the corner of his bleeding mouth.

Klaus is the longest-lived scholar. After countless cycles of cleansing and polishing, his sanity is now arguably the most resilient among all human races. He has experienced similar situations before, but those only existed during his youthful years when he had not yet grasped the limits of lifespan.

...

But that's just how the rules are.

If what he is experiencing now were placed on King Kurans, whose overall level of knowledge is far inferior to that of Crow, the reaction might not be so intense.

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The more thoroughly one understands the abyss, the more immune one is to the chaos and disorder within it, thus maintaining one's composure.

...

Inside the church, all the light and shadow were distorted, and the matter was constantly collapsing and rebuilding.

Even the smallest particles could instantly transform into vast celestial bodies in front of Crow. He could even see his thoughts materialize, like some kind of wisp of smoke floating in the air.

Even emotions have become tangible.

He saw emotions such as fear, astonishment, and bewilderment being continuously compressed within a machine.

The machine contained rollers and blades that squeezed, shredded, and finally ground these emotions into clumps of something like minced meat.

Even the sanity bar has become visible.

...

Everything that is abstract is transforming into something substantial.

But the essential things began to become abstract.

For example, Crow's body, his hair, flesh and blood began to transform into a written description, which was based on his own knowledge and a series of complete and comprehensive summaries of his own body, including the "slight changes" that came about after he had used various strange means to regenerate countless times over the long years.

...

The same thing happened to the others.

Milo initially thought this was just another form of cognitive distortion and control of consciousness, that is, what you see ≠ what actually happens.

But when he discovered that the power of fear he possessed was no longer in the form of black matter, but had transformed into the abstract form that traditionally existed only in people's hearts, Milo knew that all of this seemed to be real.

(End of this chapter)