"burn!"

Outside the ruins in the snowy mountains of Neforheim, Rocky holds a torch.

A trace of decisiveness and anger shone in the prince's eyes, and he said to the others around him:

"There is no other way, we have to burn it."

"Your Highness!"

A Golden Palace guard with a battle axe on his back looked at the "people" wandering in the ruins with some helplessness.

He whispered to dissuade:

"Maybe they still have some help, maybe we..."

"They are out of salvation!"

Behind Loki, an older rune guard whispered:

"Their souls are left in the nightmare, becoming a springboard for connecting nightmare and reality, extending the power of nightmare to the real world..."

"During that transfer, their souls were crushed."

"What you see is a living body."

The old man sighed, and he also held a burning torch.

He turned around and shouted to the soldiers who didn't know much about magic:

"The evil hidden deep in dreams is filling their bodies, and once they have completed their fusion, our fellow citizens will become brainless monsters and minions that rage the world's present moments."

"They are no longer saved. All we can do is give them the last respect!"

"His Highness Loki's decision was correct."

The old man held the badge tightly in his hand, and he said:

"In the name of the Great Rune Tower, we support His Highness's decision!"

"We must burn the city and burn those remaining nightmare forces, otherwise it will continue to corrupt Neforheim... or even spread to other worlds."

"We will find the monster hiding in the dream!"

Rocky's cold voice rang out in the evening, and he said to the others:

"In Odin's name, we will never let it go!"

"burn!"

His Highness closed his eyes and threw a torch into the ruins in front of him.

The flame covering the magic began to burn when it touched the ruins.

Behind Loki, others threw out the torches in their hands.

With the help of the rune guards of the Great Rune Tower, the flames on the ruins burned extremely violently, like a storm blown by the wind, and in a posture that swept everything, it soon ignited the ruins of the entire castle.

Probably, the nightmare has too much energy left here, and when the flames come into contact, the energy is ignited like gasoline.

"Your Highness..."

The flame burned, projecting Loki's shadow on the ground. Behind Loki, the guard of the Big Rune Tower whispered:

"What happened here must be reported to His Majesty the Queen."

"It is not yet certain of the strength of this evil spirit, but it is obvious that it is no longer something we can deal with if we can pull a city into a nightmare so easily."

“It retreated.”

Loki answered with a expressionless face:

"It left voluntarily, maybe it felt threatened..."

"You stay here to report to the Great Rune Tower, Master, I will take a team of wizards into the mountain and search in the direction it leaves."

"I don't doubt your magical power, Your Highness."

The old man dissuaded:

"But I think you'll wait until His Majesty makes a decision before acting...Asgard has lost one prince, and we can't lose another."

"Time doesn't wait for anyone."

Luo basically just regarded Niforheim as a trick to solve his own problems.

But after he actually came here, he realized that the problem was much more serious than he thought.

Loki does have resentment towards Odin, but he also regards Asgard as his home.

He wanted to prove that he was more suitable to be king than his brother, so he had to perform his duties, and he took the risk of making a deal with Laufi for this.

Now seeing this in Neforheim, if Loki escapes again...

He no longer has to fight for the position of king.

"well."

The rune guard behind him also sighed. The old man with Lun runes tattooed on his face looked at the mountains covered in darkness and said with concern:

"I would have liked Prince Thor here. His thunder power has strong restraint against these evil spirits."

Loki's expression changed a little.

He knew that these rune guards who were loyal and never intervened in politics were just unintentional words.

But those words made him feel uncomfortable.

It's Thor again...

It was him who stood here to protect the people, Loki...

His brother obviously gave up his responsibilities and mission to his hometown, but everyone still missed him.

but...

Are you destined to be unable to escape from the shadow of your brother in your life?

"You go and notify your mother."

Loki grabbed the Eternal Gun and said coldly:

"I'm going to set out!"

After saying that, His Highness the Prince rushed into the mountains below the city with a team of rune guards.

Behind him, the flames ignited from the city were burning.

The fire surged into the sky.

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In the deepest frozen fog forest in the country of Neforheim, the magician Miss Zatanna is busy around the dream gate.

She frowned on her face, and she was quickly laid a large talisman on the ground.

Around her body, dreams and the present are blending.

The roots of the nightmare tree that should have been rooted in the dream have pierced the barriers of the two worlds and have taken root and sprouted in reality.

Pulling this cold forest into the dream filled with dark red like ashes.

The difference between present and dreams becomes blurred here, turning it into a maze that changes at any time and is complex.

Partly illusory, partly real.

The two were entangled in a fantasy way, which made Zatanna feel at a loss.

“It grows too fast.”

The magician stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

She looked back at the nightmare tree behind her. In just a few days, the size of this nightmare tree was far greater than that of the tree in her dream world.

It became wide and hideous.

The branches without leaves are like the crown of a fluffy sky, just a tree, but like a small forest.

Those interlaced branches cover everything around them.

On that branch, those dark red talismans were shining, like bright lights, illuminating the smooth light from the branches, but this scene was not beautiful.

Only thriller.

An indescribable thriller.

“I have to close this door.”

Zatanna looked at the circular light curtain wrapped in vines, which was the dream gate used to connect this dream with her dream.

Let the power of nightmare flow in two directions.

The door was free to close in the past few days.

But today, after the substantial nightmare destroyed a city in Neforheim, the door could not be closed.

It is maintained in an active opening posture. In Zatanna's dream world, a continuous stream of nightmares are poured into this, allowing the evil spirits born in the nightmares to receive sufficient "nutrition".

The nightmare is about to be born.

After absorbing the fear of a city, it will transform from a symbolic existence into a living being that exists...

It's like a human childbirth.

Deep in the fog country, near Asgard's underworld, an evil spirit that feeds on fear is about to recover.

Zatanna is not worried about the birth of the nightmare.

This is her plan...

Throw the nightmare on the land of Asgard, cut off its connection with the dream dimension when it is born. Without the power supply of the nightmare dimension, the newly born nightmare will become weak.

It has a high chance of being defeated and sealed by Asgard's rune wizards.

This plan was implemented smoothly.

But now, the last step is coming, and unexpected problems are coming.

Nightmare seemed to have insight into Zatanna's thoughts.

It uses the power of the nightmare dimension to force it open and maintain the door to dreams.

If Zatanna could not close the door before it was born, then her and Merlin's dream world would be the first to be occupied by nightmare.

Nightmare is not stupid either...

Compared to fighting with Asgard's huge number of rune wizards, the dream world that only Zatanna protects is obviously a better persimmon.

Any plan has risks.

Now, it's Zatanna's turn to face the risks of her plan.

“Fortunately I made preparations in advance.”

Miss Magic took a few steps back, and she took out a few strange old seals from her waist and threw them on the talisman that emitted black light under her feet.

Amid her unique antonym magic, the dream eaters who had no specific entity like insects were summoned from the sea of ​​lightlessness.

The moment these spirits that feed on dreams were called to pounce on the doors that hooked up the two dreams.

The twisted creatures began to draw the power of the door with their sharp mouthparts.

"A few more!"

Zatanna threw out a few old marks again, and more dream eaters were called over like dense swarms of bees.

They made a strange sound of old men and lay on the vines that bound the dream gate.

It's like a swarm of locusts.

The power of nightmare was swallowed, and the surface of the open dream gate was rippling with a floating halo of water waves, and its magical structure was becoming loose.

And the talismans on the vines that looked like door frames were becoming increasingly darker.

Those talismans are about to be extinguished.

A door can be opened from both sides, and the door lock here is about to be destroyed.

Zatanna just needs to go back to her side and then smash the door lock there, and the door will be closed permanently.

This is not difficult at all.

The premise is that no one disturbs you.

Just as Zatanna walked towards the dream gate, the neighing of the war horse suddenly rang out in the area where dreams and reality were intertwined behind her.

Along with the neighing sound of war horses, there was also a gloomy and smooth sound like a snake.

"Where are you going? Little sister."

Zatanna turned around and saw under the swaying branches of the Nightmare Tree, the surging black air was condensed into a strange figure.

A black war horse with a divine horse was raising its head and neighing.

Its eyes were red and there was no trace of hair on its body. The floating horse's hair was like shaking black smoke. The four hooves and neck were decorated with exquisite saddles, and the horse's head was still covered with iron armor.

Its four hooves were burning with dark red flames.

Nightmare beast...

This is not the hybrid species that the Lords of Hell are tamed, nor is it a fantasy creature like Ye Qi, who has degenerated for several generations in the world.

It is the authentic nightmare beast.

A strange creature that will only be born in nightmares and can walk through dreams.

And on the back of the mighty nightmare beast, there was a stranger sitting.

It was wearing a tattered green robe, which was divided into four petals under it, just like a special skirt.

Its body is thin and pale. Just by looking directly, you can feel a strange ethereal and distorted, as well as the deepest depravity.

It has a thin face, like a guy with extremely malnourished and severe Internet addiction symptoms, with dark red eyes and heavy dark circles.

It also has a sharp face, like those evil demons, or like some kind of special devil.

It has sharp ears, exaggerated eagle nose, and a scattered, chaotic black hair.

It was like a head of black grease wrapped around the head, beating and shining.

It held a staff like an elongated bronze key in its hand.

Or, a spear?

In short, this guy was riding behind the Nightmare Beast, looking at Zatanna who was constantly retreating with a picky look.

"Well, 9 points in the face, full figure, and high attainments in mysticism."

The guy glanced at the dream-eating people who were summoned to lie on the vines and swallow the nightmare.

It looked up and looked at Zatanna, it said:

"It's a pity... the soul is no longer pure."

"I am a little obsessed with cleanliness and don't like things that others have used..."

It raised its hand, and the entire earth where reality and dreams merged was twisted, and in the pale light that changed like a nightmare, balls of black mud were called out.

In the manipulation of the nightmare, they turned into twisted black armored knights, surrounding Zatanna from all directions.

"Countless eras, countless eternities."

"The Sandman stopped me from devouring that delicious world again and again."

"Every era has warriors he chose to fight with me, but what's wrong with this era?"

The nightmare master riding behind the nightmare beast grabbed his chin with his claw-like hands. It tilted its head and looked at Zatanna in front of him.

It says:

"Did the Sandman drink too much? Or went crazy? Why did he choose you to fight me?"

"Do you think you have a chance of winning?"

Zatanna ignored the provocation of nightmare and looked around vigilantly.

She had a ball of magic in her hand, but before the magic could be thrown out, a severe pain came from her abdomen.

"Dang"

The sound of glass breaking sounded in Zatanna's ears. Zatanna herself was pierced from behind by a nightmare knight who appeared silently. She was shaken for a week and then hit the ground hard.

The pain woke her up from her dream...

She looked back and saw that the dream gate was not weakened at all, and she did not summon any Dream Eater at all.

It's all a nightmare.

A nightmare that keeps spinning.

"Bang"

Zatanna was snatched by the nightmare that appeared from the black fog and lifted it into the air.

The Nightmare Lord said cruelly and lightly in a tone of playing with prey:

"Guess, Zatanna Zatala, how many times have you been killed?"

"Guess, Zatanna, poor child, how many times can you hold on in the nightmare of reincarnation?"

"A last guess..."
Chapter completed!