Who taught him to restore the country like this?

Ian raised his hand and clapped.

Immediately, two people came in carrying five cloth bags.

Gululu...

Five bloody heads, expressions frozen in shock and pain, rolled to the ground at Ron's feet, covered in dust and coagulated blood.

It was he who placed the managers in the other five main cities.

Ian stared at Ron's face, expecting to see anger, devastation, or at least shock.

However, Ron just glanced at the five heads indifferently, his eyes as if he were looking at a few stones on the roadside.

He even walked calmly to the velvet bed that was soaked in Byron's blood and exuded a strong bloody smell, sat down gracefully, crossed his legs, and leisurely straightened the non-existent wrinkles on the corners of his clothes.

Then, he raised his head and looked directly at Ian with calm eyes, which were as deep as an ancient well, with a hint of indifference that seemed to see through everything, as if silently saying: Continue your performance.

The smug look on Ian's face froze instantly, then twisted, as if he had punched nothing, feeling extremely suffocated. He met Ron's terrifyingly calm eyes.

After a moment of dead silence.

As if waking from a dream, the fully armed soldiers in the room, the thick rock walls blocking the windows, the heads rolling on the ground, and even Byron's broken body... all began to shake and twist violently like the reflection of a stone thrown into the water, and then turned into wisps of green smoke, silently dissipating into the air.

Ron and Ian were the only ones left in the room.

"Aren't you going to continue the performance?" Ron said indifferently.

"When did you find out?"

The voice of "Ian" had changed. It was no longer arrogant and domineering as before. Instead, it revealed a sense of laziness and curiosity, and even a hint of feminine charm.

"Do you think a selfish person like Ian would fight back at this time?" Ron asked.

"Is that so..." Fake Ian nodded thoughtfully, his voice completely transformed into a magnetic female voice: "It seems that forcing a character who 'shouldn't be there' to appear was indeed an oversight on my part. I will pay more attention next time."

"You really have to be more careful next time." Ron didn't hide the murderous intent in his tone.

"Hehehe..."

"Ian" suddenly covered his mouth and giggled, his body swaying and changing like water waves.

The short black hair transformed into a waterfall of dark purple hair. The rough male lines were replaced by extremely charming female curves. The skin became as delicate as ivory. A pair of small bat wings fluttered gently behind her back, and a tail with a heart-shaped tip swayed lazily behind her hips. "Your Majesty Ron hates me."

"However," she bowed slightly and made an elegant salute: "Please allow me to make a formal self-introduction..."

"Sabnil, a cadre of the Demon King's Fifth Legion."

Ron's cold voice sounded before she opened her mouth.

"Ah!" Sabnir pretended to be surprised and widened his bewitching purple eyes, then his smile became even more charming.

"I never thought that the honorable Majesty Ron was secretly paying attention to me. I am really flattered." She twisted her waist and walked forward slowly.

The surrounding environment changed instantly, the dark and bloody room disappeared, and in its place was a huge bathtub filled with pink mist.

The pool was warm and rippling. Within it, countless beautiful women, some familiar to Ron in his memories or only glimpsed briefly, emerged. They leaned lazily, some played in the water, their eyes full of allure. Their snow-white skin shone seductively in the water's light, and the air was filled with sweet fragrances and faint moans.

One after another beautiful scenes that are enough to make the blood of saints boil are being played out.

Sabnir slid to Ron's side like a snake, his soft body pressed against him vaguely, and his breath was sweet as orchid: "This is a small token of my appreciation, to calm your majesty... I hope your majesty likes it."

She ran her fingertips lightly over Ron's arm teasingly.

Ron's eyes were like ten thousand years of ice, without the slightest fluctuation, only bottomless coldness and scrutiny.

"Oh, Your Majesty Ron, please don't be angry."

Sabnir said coquettishly, but he stepped back slightly, putting away his excessive affection, and said with a hint of seriousness: "I did this just to tell His Majesty Ron that the human territory is very dangerous. And Lady Lilith attaches great importance to you and has specially sent someone to invite you to visit the Demon King's Castle."

"Dangerous? Do you think the dream you made up is convincing?" Ron sneered, his eyes as sharp as a sword, piercing through this dream world.

[Level has been increased to level 45]

Without further ado, Ron's mind was like a knife, slashing fiercely at this illusory dream space and forcibly breaking away.

Sabnir didn't stop him. She stood in the shrouded pink mist, watching Ron's figure gradually become ethereal and transparent. The charming smile on her face gradually settled into a deep, warning calm. "This is not entirely an illusion, Your Majesty Ron. Time... the time left for you is really running out."

The dream is like broken glass, peeling off piece by piece.

Chapter 134: Shameless

The drizzle hit the eaves, making a fine and continuous sound.

Ron's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Consciousness emerged from the abyss of chaos, carrying with it the cold touch left over from the dream.

He found himself leaning on a soft sofa, and a thick and warm blanket had been carefully covered on his body, insulating him from the slight chill of the early morning.

His sight was focused on the scene not far ahead. Beta, dressed in a spotless white gown, was concentrating on her alchemy tools that gleamed with a cold metallic luster.

Her movements were precise and mechanical, her fingertips occasionally tapping on the magic runes. A faint blue light lit up and went out at the bottom of the cylindrical container, accompanied by the subtle sound of liquid flowing in the tube.

The air was filled with a strange smell that was a mixture of the fragrance of herbs and the coldness of metal.

My brain felt like it was being soaked in ice water. Those fragments of dreams about destruction, betrayal, and death slowly receded like the tide, leaving behind bursts of stabbing pain and an indescribable feeling of fatigue.

Ron realized that he must have fallen asleep while watching Beta making medicine last night.

call……

Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this was all just a dream.

Just saying...

How is it possible that the third and fourth battles of the Kingdom of God could take place at the same time?

No matter how much the gods target me, they should always consider the most basic rules and not make such arrangements without any bottom line.

He threw back the warm blanket, stood up and walked to the window.

When he opened the window, a cold wind carrying the scent of field soil and icy rain blew in his face, instantly dispelling the remaining sleepiness and making his mind a little clearer.

The anger that was aroused by the dream last night gradually subsided in this real and cold rain scene.

After calming down and reflecting on it, I realized that it was my own fault for being careless.

Even though he knew that the fourth battle of the Kingdom of God in the game was not fought on the Lionheart Kingdom's side, he was still led astray by the outrageous lie woven by the demons and failed to see through the disguise of the dream in the first place.

However, it must be admitted that the methods of the Dream Weaver Sabnir are indeed extremely insidious and difficult to deal with.

She can skillfully utilize the target's deepest cognition and hidden emotions, allowing the target to unconsciously and actively improve the dream, making everything in the dream - vision, hearing, touch, even smell and taste - as realistic as reality.

Being in it is like falling into an elaborately woven spider web, with all five senses obscured. If it weren't for the collapse of key logic, it would be difficult to realize that it is an illusory cage.

It can make people sink into dreams until their energy and spirit are exhausted.

If Sabnir hadn't had so much fun this time, he would have been forced to use his most valuable scroll of return.

Originally, Ian's appearance only made him suspicious, but it was not until the head of the Silver City manager was taken out that he was sure that he was in a dream.

Because if in reality, Silver City was captured, he would be notified immediately that his territory had been taken away.

Sabnir was unaware of this and kept putting pressure on him, trying to push his spirit into despair.

"Sabuniel...what a troublesome guy."

Ron looked at the rain outside the window, his brows furrowed again, and he felt a real headache.

The cadres of the Demon Legion are all at least level 65 and are proficient in powerful sixth-order abilities, and Sabnir is the best among them.

Although the succubus race is not good at fighting, their vast mental power and innate dream invasion ability make them very suitable for playing dirty tricks.

Especially Sabnir, who is known as the Succubus Queen, is extremely sinister.

Once you are targeted by this guy, it means that you have to be on your toes all the time and be careful about every time you close your eyes.

As long as you sleep, she can make you dream.

Once you fall into the dream it weaves, it will be basically difficult to escape if you don't discover it in the first place.

Because the longer you are immersed in a dream, the weaker your spirit will become, and the more difficult it will be to escape from the dream.

A minion like Ron, who is around level 40 and has been trapped in a dream for a day, can basically be sentenced to death.

Ron was able to forcibly escape from the dream thanks to the five seconds of invincibility brought by the level increase.

But how many times can he level up to escape?

Therefore, being targeted by such old coins is really a headache.

However, there is still a solution.

As long as he could find and dispel the nightmare seeds that she had quietly implanted in his mind, he could cut off this invisible chain and isolate himself from the intrusion of dreams.

The reputation mall happens to have these kinds of targeted high-level purification items.

But Ron is not in a hurry to exchange it now. He wants to stay in the muddy water of Thorn Territory for a while.

Scattering the seeds at this moment would be tantamount to alerting the enemy, which would only make the cunning succubus more vigilant and might even lead to more direct and dangerous means.

He planned to deal with this issue when he left the Lionheart Kingdom.

As for how to get through these few days...it's just a matter of getting less sleep.

Even if he fell into a dream, it wouldn't matter. Sabnir had already obtained most of the information - the Uncrowned War Slave Organization, their backup plan in the Lionheart Kingdom's capital, the ability to use the king's blood to repair the slave chains, and Lionheart's ferocious beast form...

never mind.

To Ron, these were all insignificant information, and leaking them to the demons wouldn't have much of an impact.

For the demons, the existence of the Kingdom of Rah, an abnormal variable that can forcibly interfere with the progress of the war between the Kingdom of Gods, is of immeasurable value to them in subverting the existing order and challenging the divine power.

They absolutely do not want themselves, the core of the variable, to die easily. As long as they do not take the initiative to poke the hornet's nest of the demons, they will not only not trip them up, but may even lend a helping hand at the critical moment.

Of course, that helping hand must be accompanied by poison and chains.

"Isn't there much time left for me..."

Ron was trying to figure out what Sabniel's last words meant when he was about to leave the dream.

The door was pushed open gently.

Alpha walked in, his steps light.