The Great Dream God

Under the bright sunshine, the mysterious and strange white mist enveloped the quiet little house like a dream, making it blurry, as if covered by a veil of disordered time and space.

This fog was unusual. It carried an unfathomable magic that distorted the surrounding environment and filled it with an unknown dangerous atmosphere. In this hazy illusion, a familiar figure stood. It was Edward, but his eyes were unusually strange at the moment.

At this moment, Edward was controlled by a triangular tentacle monster from the abyss. His body was like a puppet, obeying the invisible evil force.

In his eyes, the former loyalty and enthusiasm had been replaced by a deep rebellion, a desire for freedom, a resistance to bondage, and a challenge to his own destiny.

In his hands he tightly grasped a bloody scimitar, the blade flashed a dazzling cold light in the sunlight, and every reflection seemed to tell of his determination and anger.

This scimitar, once his glory, now points to his former master, Meng Jin. Meng Jin has now become his opposite. This change was not Edward's original intention, but the invisible power of control and rebellion pushed him to this unpredictable turning point.

"Mengjin, the ties that once bound us together are severed today, without a trace of leeway." Edward's words contained endless firmness and cold determination. His former loyalty had been burned out by the flames of betrayal. He chose to completely oppose his former master and prepare for an inevitable decisive battle.

His strength continued to rise under the baptism of battle. Behind his body, the strange tentacles belonging to the triangular tentacle monster broke out, like a dancer in the dark, agile and deadly.

These tentacles are as flexible and changeable as octopus tentacles, sometimes as fast as lightning, sometimes as entangled as pythons, launching round after round of violent attacks between the reality and illusion of dreams, making it impossible to breathe.

Meng Jin and Lisa fought side by side, and their cooperation was tacit and smooth.

"Be careful!" Meng Jin warned in a low voice. He was keenly aware of the threat hidden in the shadows.

Lisa nodded, her eyes firm and resolute. She gripped the sword tightly, ready to meet the coming challenge.

Suddenly, a dark shadow passed by them. Meng Jin immediately swung his sword to fight back, and a sharp sword light cut through the night sky.

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the shadow was hit by the sword light and turned into black smoke and dissipated into the air.

"That was a close call!" Lisa gasped, a trace of fear on her face.

Meng Jin did not speak, his eyes still fixed on the front. He knew that the battle was far from over, and they had to remain vigilant and courageous at all times.

The surrounding houses kept collapsing during their battle, with debris and dust flying everywhere. They seemed to be in a ruin, with only the swords in their hands and the faith in their hearts supporting them to move forward.

"We must find an exit as soon as possible!" Meng Jin shouted loudly, his voice full of determination and urgency.

Lisa nodded in agreement, and she followed Meng Jin's steps, and the two continued to shuttle and fight in the ruins.

In the strange white fog, Meng Jin jumped to another roof swiftly like a cheetah in the dark night. His heavy breathing echoed in the silent fog, revealing his nervousness and anxiety. He tried his best to suppress the shock in his heart and tried to keep himself calm in the face of the impending danger.

Edward's voice sounded particularly harsh in the mist, and every word was filled with deep resentment: "Meng Jin, you took away not only my freedom, but also my love and yearning for life. My hatred for you is as thick as this white mist and cannot be dissipated. Today, I will repay you with your blood!"

His tone was firm and resolute, as if his anger and desire for revenge had taken over his mind. Controlled by the triangular tentacle monster, he was more like a puppet driven by the dark power, and this power just happened to become his tool for revenge.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and the tentacle behind him seemed to have life in his hands, like a giant python soaked in darkness, accumulating endless malice and power.

It swung violently in the air, and every swing brought a suffocating pressure, which reminded people of the ferocious monsters in the deep sea. The tentacles drew a hideous arc in the air, as if tearing the space apart, causing waves of terrifying ripples, and the entire environment trembled and twisted under the impact of this energy.

A powerful energy wave spread out from him, sweeping across the world like a tsunami, instantly covering the entire field of vision. This energy seemed to be the center of the storm, carrying destructive power, and attacking Mengjin at lightning speed.

It is like a sudden rainstorm, violent and merciless. Every drop of "rainwater" contains the power to overturn the world, announcing the cruelty and ruthlessness of this confrontation.

The atmosphere in the air suddenly became tense, and every nerve was tense under the pressure of this energy. Facing this sudden attack, Meng Jin's eyes did not show any fear, only firmness and determination.

Edward's movements were like thunder in a storm, and could not be ignored. He shook his body violently, and the thick tentacle, like a giant python, suddenly stretched out from his back, like a whip of death in the dark, ruthlessly whipping at the target. The power of the tentacle was so strong that it was suffocating, as if it could shake the heavens and the earth and distort space. Every swing of it brought destructive power.

Mengjin, a place with a long history, now stands quietly in the long river of time, like a frozen historical picture scroll. However, this tranquility did not last long, as an irresistible force suddenly struck, targeting this house and breaking the original harmony and silence.

Those tentacles suddenly appeared like ghosts, like angry pythons, attacking the house with amazing speed and force. Under the impact without warning, the old building seemed so fragile, like a fragile dead leaf trembling in a fierce hurricane, and was ruthlessly torn into pieces in an instant.

The tentacles moved with precision and ruthlessness, like a precision cutting device, starting from the foundation of the house, all the way up to the roof, splitting the entire building vertically, leaving no room for anything. The power was so great that it seemed to be able to cut through space, time, and everything that stood in its way.

With each swing of the tentacles, the structure of the house gradually collapsed, tiles flew everywhere like rain, and the ancient wooden beams groaned under the huge pressure and broke into countless pieces. A deafening roar echoed in the air, like the anger of nature, announcing the end of this house.

The tension in the air suddenly escalated, and the atmosphere of the decisive battle reached a boiling point. Smoke and dust rolled, like the haze of war, filling every inch of the air, making it almost impossible to breathe. The sound of houses collapsing echoed in the air for a long time, like a tragic symphony, announcing that this decisive battle had entered a white-hot stage.