The Great Dream God

When Edward stepped into the mysterious third dungeon, a heavy silence enveloped the entire space, as if time had stopped. The air was filled with the dust of history and the smell of rust, which was the unique mark left by time on the ancient armor. Wherever he looked, a warrior in rusty armor stood in a dark corner, like a ghost from an ancient battlefield.

The surface of the armor is mottled, and its former glory has been eroded by time into a deep rust color, but it still stands upright, symbolizing endless glory and tenacity. The warrior's steps are firm and heavy, and each step is accompanied by a slight friction sound of the armor, as if telling those forgotten heroic deeds.

Edward's heartbeat quickened in his chest, he knew that this warrior in rusty armor was not only an obstacle to him, but also a testing ground for his self-growth.

Edward entered his territory, a land forgotten by time, silent and solemn. He saw a rusty knight, standing in the wind like an ancient sculpture, his sword no longer shining, but still intimidating. The knight's eyes were like two deep mines, burning with flames of war. When he saw Edward, he swung the heavy sword in his hand without hesitation, as if to cut off all obstacles.

Edward, with a sturdy figure and calm eyes, anticipated the knight's attack and instantly leaped up, as agile as a cheetah hunting prey, and lightly avoided the sword. His hand, steady as a rock, tightly grasped his sword, the sword light flashed, with a resolute will. He began to swing the sword continuously, and each swing was accompanied by a burst of blood-colored sword energy, like lightning in a storm, tearing the silent night sky.

Blood-red sword qi pierced through the air like a meteor shower, striking the rusty knight's body. They hit the knight's armor, sparking sparks like bright fireworks in the dark night. The impact of the sword qi made the knight's body tremble. Each sword qi seemed to be telling of Edward's determination and strength. He wanted to use this endless sword qi to dispel the haze on this land.

Edward landed steadily from the air, dust rose under his feet, and his eyes were full of astonishment. He thought that the blow he just made could defeat the rusty knight, but he never expected the result to be so unexpected. He swept his eyes across the ground and saw that the fragments that should have belonged to the knight's body were now scattered all over the ground, shining brightly, and they were actually pieces of metal fragments.

These fragments reflected dazzling light in the sun, and they were in various shapes, as if they had pieced together a broken steel portrait. They were not the remains of flesh and blood, but a combination of cold and hard iron and steel, and each piece told the story of the knight who once was. The knight's helmet had been smashed and deformed, but the empty eye sockets still revealed endless silence and tenacity. The fragments of the breastplate still vaguely showed the glory of the past, and the scratches and wear were the traces left by time and battle.

Edward felt a strange feeling in his heart. He realized that what he was facing was not a living knight, but an armored warrior eroded by time. This former warrior may have long gone, and only this rusty armor eroded by wind and frost remained, standing alone, silently telling of its past.

He looked down at the sword in his hand. The tip of the sword was still stained with rust. It was the knight's last resistance. Edward couldn't help but wonder what kind of story was hidden behind this armor?

Just as he was filled with endless shock, a strange scene suddenly unfolded. The originally still pieces of iron seemed to be awakened by an invisible force, and like falling stars, they rose into the air, spinning, dancing, and rushed towards Edward. His pupils suddenly contracted, and fear and confusion intertwined on his face. He could not understand this sudden change.

The iron pieces were like cold raindrops, hitting his skin mercilessly, and each piece brought piercing pain. Edward screamed in pain, his body trembling under the attack of the iron pieces, and every breath was accompanied by severe pain. The iron pieces seemed to have life, tightly attached to his body, ruthlessly extracting the energy in his body, trying to imprison him in this painful cage.

He struggled with all his might, the surging energy in his body boiling under his skin, trying to break free from the iron sheets. However, his efforts seemed to only intensify the torture, as the iron sheets began to fuse together during his endless struggle, gradually forming a complete set of armor, like a heavy shackle that firmly locked his body.

Edward seemed to be trapped in a metal nightmare at this moment. His movements became clumsy and weak, and every struggle was like the desperate twisting of a mouse in a mousetrap.

In the tense and oppressive atmosphere, the iron sheet was like an invisible beast, ruthlessly contracting and tightly squeezing Edward's body. Every contraction seemed to devour his vitality. His muscles were twisted and deformed under the pressure of the iron sheet, and the pain left a deep mark on his face. However, his eyes burned with a resolute light, without a trace of retreat.

Edward gritted his teeth, sweat rolled down his cheeks, mixed with blood, and dripped onto the hard ground. He used all his strength to clench the ancient iron sword in his hand, and the sword blade flashed a cold light in the moonlight. His chest rose and fell violently, as if he was accumulating an unstoppable force.

Finally, with a heart-shaking roar, Edward swung the sword in his hand, like a thunderbolt, pointing straight ahead. The force poured out like a violent storm, instantly breaking the iron sheet that bound him. The iron sheet flew in the air, like a meteor in the dark night, scattered all around, and hit the ground, making a crisp sound of metal collision.

However, this was not the end. As the iron sheet shattered, the jade hidden inside the iron sword was also exposed. It instantly burst out with amazing energy, like a small bomb, exploding violently. The strong shock wave not only destroyed the iron sword, but also shook Edward's soul away from his body. Like a torn scroll, his soul floated in the air, separated from his body, appearing so empty and real.

The air around him suddenly became heavy, as if time had stopped at this moment. Countless iron pieces, like cunning assassins in the dark night, silently penetrated Edward's body, each of them carrying a biting chill and malice. These iron pieces were no longer just material existences, they seemed to have life, carrying an ancient grudge, trying to turn Edward's body into their home, and then eroding his soul, trying to find a new home in his body.

Edward's pupils contracted, and his eyes burned with a determined flame. Facing this sudden attack, he did not retreat, but chose to fight bravely. His muscles were tense, and every inch of his skin was fighting a desperate battle with those iron pieces. His sweat rolled down like raindrops, and every breath seemed to be brushing against death. His body gradually turned blue and purple, which was the mark of pain and also the medal of his resistance.

The sharp edge of the iron sheet cut his skin, and blood was dripping, but he did not give in. His will was as hard as steel, and he would not allow his body to be taken over so easily. After countless struggles and resistances, Edward finally won this invisible war. His soul was like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, regaining control of his body. He gasped, and every breath seemed to be a celebration of new life.

However, when the dust of the battle settled, he was surprised to find that the iron pieces on his body did not disappear, but merged into his skin and became a part of his body. The iron pieces now looked more like purple lines growing on his skin. The cold and hard metal perfectly merged with his flesh and blood, forming a strange symbiosis. This was not attachment, but a strange transformation. His body seemed to become tougher and deeper.

Edward stared at his hands. The iron pieces that once tried to devour him have now become his armor, a symbol of his victory over the devil and a testimony of his indomitable spirit. He stood up, his eyes more determined despite being covered in wounds.