The spiritual world itself is colorful and has a completely different structure from the real world. After Russell's rules were twisted, it became like a washing machine washing fluorescent shirts, full of dizzying light pollution.

Even Yager had to succumb to the picture and closed his eyes.

Fortunately, those annoying colors are gone now.

Here is another place.

The gloomy moon hangs high in the sky, almost occupying most of the sky, and has a terrifying size. Below, there is endless fog and lifeless workshops.

Dreamland.

In order to prevent being pushed out of the spirit world and falling into a place where he shouldn't be, Yager had to forcefully return here midway.

He began to sort out the items he had obtained.

First, there is the "Book of Natural Disasters" that was taken in by Bernadette when the abnormal space he created was shattered.

The text in this book is quite strange, it seems to be the Elvish language that has appeared in the records of the Fourth Age.

The content is roughly about an elf named ‘Goshnam’.

"You have to check it with other information."

Yager frowned.

Elves? He has not been in contact with them since he came to this world. It is said that they were active in the earliest eras. In those eras, the fighting was extremely fierce. Come to think of it, they are not friendly species.

There are indeed some images of the moon on the back of the book.

After flipping through it twice, he put the book down and turned his attention to the other two trophies.

One of them is the Pale Mask.

The one on Bernadette's hand.

Because of the emergency, she was not able to take it back, so now it has been renamed "Dreist". Perhaps some poor daughter who is focused on her father has not noticed its loss.

The corners of the evil tentacle monster's mouth were slightly raised.

And the other one is what the Kos parasite tore from Russell——

A pale yellow light group.

"The breath is very similar to Russell's. But it doesn't seem to be able to react to the outside world?" Yager tilted his head and tapped it.

The light group was motionless.

Don't know what the ingredients are.

But what can be determined is that this thing has a lot to do with Russell's soul. Not to mention using it to do whatever he wants to Russell, the influence can still be achieved.

But just when Yager was about to do something about it and start a terrifying experiment! A sound of footsteps came from behind, interrupting the sin on his workbench.

"Dear hunter."

Miss Doll's clear voice came from behind, "I think you should come over and take a look at this."

"The foundation of the dream seems to have changed."

At the same time, far away Backlund.

After Yagar of Shangfangjeva disappeared, the city finally became quiet. For a whole week, there were no attacks, no disturbances, and no accidents.

Night, Storm, Machinery, and the three churches loyally maintained law and order in the city without any further hindrance.

It really makes people feel peaceful.

Looking at the sun setting quietly in the west, Green took a sip of tea happily.

A brand new monocle was perched on the bridge of his nose.

He was wearing a black robe and a pointed hat, as if he had returned to the most normal appearance of Amon.

The only dissonance was the ugly and hideous scar on his neck.

Red scabs run across the left and right, always indicating the dangerous scene when scars are left -

He could almost change his name to 'Nearly Headless Amon'.

Forget it, let’s not mention the annoying tentacle monsters.

Green touched the scar on his neck and put down the tea cup. As if he suddenly remembered something, he picked up a glass on the coffee table and shook it in the sun.

Inside, a few drops of clear blood were flowing.

"A wonderful new accident."

His eyes curled up and he stared with interest.

You don't need to think carefully to know that in the few weeks since receiving the injection, he has conducted countless studies on the blood. Otherwise, Lunze cannot be restored to his original condition.

Although that mainly depends on the ability of the thief.

"Let's try the power of Storm Path today."

He stared at the blood, and with a smile, dropped a drop of unknown liquid into it. Inside, the ocean breath belonging to the Lord of Storms was flowing.

His spirituality then penetrated the blood that had been lifeless until now.

Nothing much as usual.

Change.

Several bubbles appeared on the blood, as if it was boiling, and terrifying extraordinary fluctuations overflowed from it.

The gray mist suddenly opened in front of my eyes!

"wait--"

Green's expression immediately changed, his body moved, and the thief's ability was fully activated!

But it's still too late!

The terrifying aura fluctuated for a moment, and then completely disappeared from the neighborhood, along with a certain thief who had done many evil things and was finally brought to justice.

Backlund returned to peace.

Above the gray fog.

Klein was sitting upright on a long bronze table surrounded by blood lines, closing his eyes and doing divination. Next to him, the tusks from Kavituwa were floating.

He named it 'Poseidon's Staff'.

Kavitua, a Sequence 3 sea serpent, is now completely dead. The ‘Poseidon Scepter’ is the extraordinary characteristic left behind by him.

This sea snake was originally able to become the evil god who dominated Bayam precisely because of an elven inheritance he discovered. And when Klein found him through the spirit world, he was still entrenched in that ruins.

"This incident actually happened because of that team of archaeologists."

Klein looked at the scepter and muttered to himself.

"According to information from the Loen Army, the ruins on Semir Island are actually one of the elves' ruins. The two ruins are definitely connected. After the archaeologists visited the ruins, they took away the most critical items.

As a result, Kavituwa, who was originally being hunted by Archbishop Cotman, died completely."

"And He found me when I was dying, because of the breath of gray mist."

He didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and stared at the newly arrived extraordinary items in silence for a while.

If Kavituwa had not come to him, his morning would have passed uneventfully.

But in that case, he wouldn't have the powerful scepter of sequence three.

"Looking at the bright side, if he hadn't found me, he would have become one of the echoes of the hunter now."

Klein suddenly concluded quietly.

This is very true.

In a corner that he didn't know, there was actually a hunter lamenting the loss of his head.

Unfortunately, he didn't know.

Klein picked up the Poseidon Scepter and activated its authority——

He saw believers in every corner of Bayam.

Countless indigenous people are huddled in their homes, crying.

They prayed to the pictures of Poseidon on the wall, to the statues, and even to the ocean outside the window.

'Please, whoever you are, save us!'

Corpses littered the streets.

Most of the surviving rebels gave up resistance and returned to hide in the distant jungle.

A leading bald man brought countless wounded people, all dripping with blood, back to their last shelter. There was not much left of their companions, but the Sea Serpent still needed them to fight.

Everyone has numbness and exhaustion in their eyes.

Klein sighed, and his mood instantly dropped.

All living beings suffer.
To be continued...