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What's wrong with her?

Just then—footsteps sounded outside the door, stopping precisely in front of her door, followed by a clear knock.

Elena took a deep breath, determined not to lose her composure in front of strangers. She stood up, straightened her clothes slightly, and finally reached out to open the door.

A man dressed as a priest appeared in front of her.

Galan looked at the figure that had disappeared from the room, then looked at the girl in front of him whose eyes were a little red and spoke.

"I know the whole truth, and I know what happened to you. Do you want to know?"

Elena looked at the priest in front of her, and finally she slowly nodded.

She wanted to know the truth.

After the two sat down...

Elena spoke first, her voice tinged with a mixture of bewilderment and longing: "What is the truth?"

Garland did not answer immediately. A complex expression appeared on his face, which was covered by the mask of a gentle priest, as if he were sighing or looking at something distant and envious.

"You know what?" he said slowly, his voice low and carrying an unusual weight, "You really are lucky."

"What?" Elena was completely stunned. This sudden remark, which had nothing to do with her question, caught her off guard and even brought a sense of absurdity.

Happiness? In this eerie place? After just experiencing that agonizing internal struggle?

She didn't understand what the priest was trying to say.

Galan looked out the window. Although he was a con artist, he took matters of the heart more seriously than anyone else. He believed that the girl in front of him, who was kept in the dark, had the right to know everything that Xiling had done.

"You're his lover, aren't you?" Garan withdrew his gaze and looked at Elena again, his tone as calm as if stating a fact.

"Wh...what?" Elena didn't expect the other party to start with this kind of topic, and she quickly waved her hand.

"No, it's not"

"Then he must really like you, otherwise he wouldn't have done so much for you."

Elena muttered silently, "He's so nice to everyone."

However, Xiling in the picture kept appearing in her mind. Finally, the first thing she saw when she woke up was his familiar figure. A sense of security instantly overwhelmed all her panic and confusion!

That sense of security was so profound, so... taken for granted.

A flutter of emotion stirred within her heart, but after taking a few deep breaths, the tremor subsided. When she looked up again, her gaze was refocused, carrying an almost desperate resolve.

“Father, please stop beating around the bush. Tell me, what exactly did he do for me? And what about here… what is going on?!”

"I don't know exactly what methods he used, nor what terrible price he paid, but he successfully forced his life form into a half-dead state. Only in this way could he infiltrate this dream through soul projection..."

"Half-dead?" Elena repeated the word, feeling a bit incredulous. A hero... half-dead?

Garland continued, "He should have told you this is a dream, right?"

Elena nodded.

"Then he definitely didn't tell you the truth about this dream."

Through Garan's account, the whole truth was laid bare before Elena.

A look of bewilderment, pain, and disbelief crossed Elena's face, before she finally let out a soft laugh.

So... she really is dead.

-

Meanwhile, at the heart of this twisted dreamscape—the moon composed of viscous darkness and flowing pale halos—a guest arrived: a hero carrying terrifying murderous intent.

The moon's master floated silently, with long, gray-white hair that gently swayed in the windless space. Xiling looked at those familiar features, those familiar contours, and even the curve of the corners of his mouth was exactly the same!

That was Elena.

When the "being" bearing Elena's face spoke, it wasn't a girl's clear voice, but a bizarre noise mixed with countless insane babblings, indescribable in any human language!

But Xiling understood, and understood it very clearly.

"You've finally arrived..."

"Damn hero!!!"

Chapter 110 The Battle Between Heroes and Ancient Gods

Ancient gods are beings so ancient as to be unimaginable.

They do not die; each dissipation is merely a prelude to their next rebirth.

With each birth, their strength changes. Some speculate that this change in the ancient gods is due to the development of the times, the progress of the world, and their own development and progress.

They are like the underlying logic of the world; as the world expands, so do these underlying logics.

These ancient beings, to this day, no one knows how they did it?

But everyone knows one thing: the ancient gods are older than all living beings. They are witnesses to ancient history, and they have even seen... heroes.

The moon has been cut in half...

In the presence of survivors and countless patients infected with the disease, the moon, which had always hovered overhead, was forcibly... sliced ​​open in full view of everyone!

Garland stood by the window, the pale moonlight illuminating his face.

He witnessed the trajectory that severed the moon.

He received the signal.

He turned away in silence. A heavy black leather trench coat was draped over his shoulders, and a wide-brimmed hat was pulled low, completely obscuring his eyes. A large-caliber pistol with an astonishingly long barrel, meticulously maintained, was holstered under his arm, while a short blade resembling a butcher's boning knife was tucked behind his back into his sleeve.

"This night... has been too long."

"It's time to wake up from this nightmare."

These living beings in the dream, these inhabitants whose will is slowly distorted and assimilated by the ancient god, are both the chains that bind the ancient god and anchor him in the form of a dream, and also a part of His body!

As long as there is one such living being, even if the ancient god is killed in this dream, he will be resurrected in these people!

To truly end the ancient gods, we must first destroy the anchor that sustains their existence!

The only one capable of doing this is Garan, the other controller of this dream.

“Go, stranger!” Garan’s gaze seemed to pierce through the roof, looking at the torn moon, where a battle raging that could shake the very foundations of dreams was unfolding. “Go and bring utter death to that damned ancient god!”

"The rest... is up to me."

While all the survivors were still in a state of collective bewilderment, shock, and chaos due to the dramatic change in the sky.

Garland, alone, stepped into the desolate streets of the town. His heavy boots echoed rhythmically and dully on the cobblestones, like a death knell tolling for this decaying world.

tonight.

Garland.

Join the hunt.

-

On the battlefield of that pale moon.

Xiling's figure transformed into a silver-white shooting star on the battlefield!

Countless tentacles made of solidified moonlight, like destructive beams of light shot from the void, tore through the viscous darkness and blasted toward Xiling at a speed beyond comprehension!

However, at this moment, Xiling was even faster! Faster than he had ever been! Faster than even he could have imagined!

But he was oblivious to it, or rather, he didn't care at all. In his burning eyes, there was only the monster with Elena's face, surrounded by countless frenzied tentacles!

Kill! Only one thought roared in his mind, crushing all reason and pain!

Sword light cascaded down like a waterfall! One after another, the tendrils of moonlight snapped and shattered amidst a mournful shriek, turning into scattered pale light fragments.

This violent scene seemed to please the ancient being.

The ancient god, bearing Elena's face, grinned with a twisted, joyful smile that was completely unlike Elena's.

The inexplicable murmur echoed again, "You heroes are truly monsters..."

"It's just a newly matured cub... and it can do this much... very good... excellent..."

On Irena's face, greed almost overflowed. "I'm becoming more and more satisfied with you as a vessel..."

The other party was clearly someone who knew what a hero was.

However, Xiling was completely unconcerned. His purpose in coming here was pure and simple—to kill!

Anger is fuel!

The holy sword in his hand emitted an even more piercing hum, and his speed increased again! He shattered the ground beneath his feet, his body like an arrow released from a bow, instantly tearing through all obstacles, and fiercely charging towards that smiling face so close to his feet! Facing that all-too-familiar face—Xiling's eyes showed no wavering, only the purest killing intent!

"You deserve to die!"

The holy sword slashed fiercely towards the space between that face's eyebrows!

A metallic explosion that pierced eardrums!

A gigantic scythe, seemingly forged from pale moonlight and withered bones, appeared out of nowhere in front of the holy sword's trajectory!

The terrifying impact shockwave, like a real tsunami, spread wildly from the two of them! The lunar surface material beneath their feet, hard enough to withstand the impact of continental plates, shattered and annihilated like fragile biscuits!

The ancient god, bearing Irena's face, hovered steadily amidst the raging energy turbulence, that nauseating smile still etched on his lips. Through the gaps between the crossed swords and scythes, he gazed into Xiling's burning pupils: "Young hero..."

His voice carried a condescending, playful tone: "I know the characteristics of your race better than you do."

"is it?"

"How about this then?!"

There was no stalemate, no probing!

The holy sword and the scythe transformed into the cores of two destructive storms! The unimaginably hard earth collapsed, shattered, and turned to dust like a sandcastle under their ferocious clash!

“Young hero…” The ancient god’s tone suddenly took on a false doubt, as if he were asking a disobedient child, “Didn’t your elders… teach you the correct way to fight?”

However, the scythe in His hand grew faster and faster, the angles more and more unpredictable, and His power seemed to increase endlessly! In this clash of pure skill, He gradually began to suppress Xiling in the battle!

Just as Xiling was deflected by a heavy scythe strike, and her figure showed an extremely slight moment of hesitation!

A moonlit tentacle silently shot out from the spatial rift beneath Xiling's feet! Its target was his back!

However, the Starry Cloak, imbued with a large amount of magic by Xiling, suddenly struck out and collided with the tentacles, blocking the attack for Xiling.

The smile on the ancient god's face deepened.

Like opening Pandora's box, countless tentacles shimmering with cold moonlight surged out! They lunged at the enemy with suffocating malice!

Xiling was instantly engulfed in a raging tide of tentacles!

The ancient god hovered in the air, bearing Elena's flawless yet hollow and eerie face, looking down with an elegant and composed demeanor, as if simply waiting for a predetermined ending.

But as He said, He knew very well what the so-called hero was, the ultimate life form.

Death? No, for this kind of monster, pure violent destruction... is a joke.

He knew better than anyone what a twisted life form the existence of heroes was, especially since He was not at his peak at the moment.

His authority—the moon—may manifest here, but other more fundamental and powerful forces of law have been locked away by that clinging priest… through this dream!

The mere thought of the being that sealed Him caused a terrifying, grotesque twist to appear on Elena's beautiful face! But this rage vanished in an instant, replaced by an almost manic excitement!

He even wanted to thank that priest!

Look! A naive hero! And he's accompanied by a tiny, fragile insect! This is practically blatant seduction!

That's right, a hero is difficult to kill completely by external forces. But he can... kill himself! Just like now!

This foolish brat, in order to enter the dream of this dead man, used that damned holy sword to pierce his own heart! He deliberately suppressed his will, using the properties of the holy sword to forcibly suppress his own life, placing himself in a half-dead state, neither alive nor dead!

Everything was for that pitiful girl!

And wasn't all of this... meticulously orchestrated by Him? Using that girl, He led the hero step by step into this soul prison tailor-made for him!

The ancient god raised his hand and stroked Elena's smooth cheek with his fingertips, as if admiring a perfect work of art.

What a contradictory and foolish life!

Despite possessing power sufficient to shake everything, they are bound and driven by those insignificant ties, like mayflies... even willing to walk towards the altar of self-destruction.