The Great Dream God

There were lines of determination on Meng Jin's face, and the spear held tightly in his hand shone with a cold light, like a flash of lightning in the darkness, ready to pierce the enemy's encirclement at any time.

The flame of wisdom burned in Lisa's bloodshot eyes, and the magic flute flipped in her hands, containing immeasurable power, waiting to be released at the right time. The three of them, back to back, formed an indestructible line of defense.

Edward took a deep breath, the air surging in his chest, like a strong wind roaring in the valley. His eyes became as hard as steel, flashing with determination.

The sword he held tightly was his life and his belief. It was now shining in the moonlight. The sword suddenly emitted a bright light like blood, as if his determination was burning on the sword, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

A powerful sword energy gushed out from his body, sweeping around like a storm, and the enemies could not help but pause under this pressure. Edward's sword seemed to be connected to his soul, and every tremor of the sword tip contained his anger and courage.

This was not only a warning to the enemy, but also a declaration of victory. The three of them faced numerous crises without fear, because they knew that as long as they had faith, they could turn the tide.

"Stand back, I'll clear the way!" Edward's voice was like a thunderbolt in the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, shocking everyone present. His figure was like a ghost in the dark night, disappearing in one place in an instant, and suddenly appearing in the terrified eyes of another enemy.

The blood-colored sword energy danced in his hand, sweeping through the enemy camp like a violent storm. Every flash of sword light was accompanied by a sharp scream. The enemies fell to the ground one after another under his sword energy, and none of them could resist this destructive force.

At this critical moment, Edward's teammates believed in his determination and strength, and they retreated tacitly to create a space for him to fight. Edward's sword dance became more fierce, and every swing seemed to draw a path of life, leading them through this sea of ​​death.

After a fierce battle, they finally fought their way out of the enemy's siege. On the devastated land, a stream of blood flowed into the distance, reflecting their tired but determined faces. They retreated to a house in the village, which seemed ordinary but was a haven of tenacity and hope.

Meng Jin crossed the corridor of the mansion at lightning speed and instantly reached the second floor of the room. His steps were firm and steady, as if every step was in time, all in preparation for the upcoming battle. He stood in front of the window, which was like his battlefield lookout, allowing him to have a clear view of the turbulent situation outside.

The world outside the window was shrouded in darkness, and the enemy's figures were surging like a tide, their malice and arrogance were particularly clear in the night. Meng Jin's eyes were calm and determined, without a trace of fear or panic.

His hands danced rapidly in the air, like a conductor playing a war symphony, and every gesture was precise and powerful.

White lights bloomed from his hands, which were the symbol of his strength, his weapon, and his belief. These white lights were like sharp swords drawn from their sheaths, flashing dazzling light, piercing the darkness and pointing directly at the heart of the enemy. Each beam of light carried endless power, penetrating the enemy's defenses, repelling them, making them tremble under the light, and their army was defeated. Meng Jin's attack was like a torrential rain, continuous, and his determination and courage were fully demonstrated at this moment.

Meng Jin frowned, looking at the scene in front of him, his heart full of worry. Lisa's anxiety was obvious, and her voice was full of urgency, "Meng Jin, we can't be besieged by the villagers like this forever. We must find a solution, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

She quickly took out the mysterious magic flute from her pocket, intending to use its magic power to hypnotize these villagers who had lost their minds through melodious music and calm them down. However, no matter how she played, the music of the magic flute echoed in the villagers' ears, but failed to touch them at all, as if their souls had been locked tightly by some force and could not be awakened.

At the same time, on the first floor of the old house, Edward was in the middle of a fierce battle. His movements were as agile as a cat, and every swing of his sword was extremely accurate, repelling the villagers controlled by the triangular tentacle monster one by one.

However, the situation on the battlefield always changes rapidly. An unexpected enemy suddenly jumped out of the burning fireplace chimney and grabbed Edward's ankle with his hands like iron pliers. Edward was caught off guard and lost his balance in an instant, falling heavily on the ancient stone slabs, shaking up a cloud of dust.

The three-legged tentacle monster on the back of the village residents' heads swiftly climbed onto Edward's head, its movements were swift and accurate, like a cunning cheetah. Its body instantly merged with Edward's body, and its sharp triangular tentacles tightly wrapped around Edward's head like vines, like a tightly woven net, leaving no gaps for escape.

This strange creature seemed to have the magical power to control people's hearts. Edward's eyes flashed with unprecedented horror. His reason began to collapse under the cold touch. An irresistible fear surged from the bottom of his heart. He could feel that his mind was being eroded bit by bit and occupied by the dark power.

"No, I can't be controlled by it!" Edward shouted firmly from the bottom of his heart. He tried to break free from the restraints with his willpower, but his body betrayed him. Like a ship without a helmsman, it was at the mercy of the strong winds and huge waves.

He suddenly stood up straight, and all the strength in his body seemed to be mobilized by the tentacle monster. He turned around and rushed straight towards Meng Jin and Lisa not far away with an unknown violence. The light flashing in his eyes was no longer the light of reason that he was familiar with, but replaced by an unknown and dangerous madness.

Meng Jin's pupils suddenly contracted as he watched his friend Edward, the man who had fought side by side with him and shared laughter with him, now wielding a sharp sword like a zombie, pointing directly at the two of them. His voice echoed in the empty battlefield, a mixture of anxiety and confusion, "Edward, what's wrong with you? Stop! This is not you, you're being controlled!"

However, no matter how Meng Jin called out, Edward's eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul, and only mechanical movements remained. The sword flashed, and every swing carried a deadly threat, approaching Meng Jin and Lisa.

They could only dodge quickly, the shock and pain in their hearts were beyond words. Edward's swordsmanship was sharp, and every move and style revealed his past training and determination, but now, this power was used against them.

Lisa's face turned pale. She tried to resist with magic, but seeing her former companion so out of control, her heart trembled. She clenched her teeth, her eyes flashing with determination, "Mengjin, we must find a way to wake him up. We can't let him go on like this."

Faced with this sudden change, Meng Jin felt mixed emotions. He and Edward had a deep friendship, but now he had to fight to protect himself.