Chapter 120

Chapter 120

After the battle between the Silver Moon Maiden and Mirror Pupil to decide who would be the Dream God, Hui Cui once again found himself entering another's dream.

Even someone as patient as he had to ponder a question at this moment.

And that was—

What did Mirror Pupil think of him?

Was he just a gun that automatically aims and fires when it sees an enemy? So all Mirror Pupil had to do was throw him in front of His enemies to get their corpses and spoils of war?

If that were true, then He was dreaming too sweetly.

Hui Cui silently released his pistol, took out the shotgun named Giant Spirit Sneeze, and loaded it with bullets encased in a fiery red shell.

At the bottom of the bullet, there was a faint shadow of a long golden dragon, a bullet imbued with the power of the Light Dragon.

"Greetings, Dragon God."

Hui Cui whispered, clicked the hammer back, and without even looking, fired into the sky.

Bang—!

Three hundred and fifty tiny pellets spewed from the 18.4mm barrel of the shotgun, instantly covering the lush treetops within ten meters above Hui Cui. The leaves and branches pierced by the pellets rustled in the moonlight, and in the blink of an eye, the silver moonlight was tinged with a leaping golden hue.

The fire almost immediately ignited and spread like a wild wind to the next tree. By the time Hui Cui reloaded a new bullet into the shotgun, neither the treetops above nor the water submerged beneath the roots showed any trace of the profane and filthy moonlight.

Sparks danced, and the temperature rose.

But as an apostle blessed by the Six Pillar Gods, Hui Cui was always under the effects of environmental adaptation and unhindered movement. Even in a geothermal power station five kilometers below a city subway station, where the temperature reached one hundred and fifty degrees, Hui Cui could walk on lava without any protective gear.

He lifted his right foot and landed steadily on the water, then pulled out the other foot from underwater.

Soaked shoes and socks caused no discomfort while walking, but to prevent possible attacks from below, it would be best to freeze the surface of the water.

A white automatic pistol had already flown out from Hui Cui’s arsenal behind him and came to his side.

But Hui Cui ultimately did nothing.

He still remembered how the frozen ice broke during the last battle, providing Mirror Pupil with a convenient hiding place.

This time, he would not give that evil god such an advantage.

***

"The gunshot," the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar said with a troubled expression, "Well, it was expected."

The young apostle of Contradictory Twins seemed to have a cooperative agreement with the seed called Mirror Pupil. His involvement was expected.

Otherwise, the Silver Moon Maiden wouldn’t believe that She could lose to a mere seed.

She didn’t even think She would lose to a seed plus an apostle. The Silver Moon Maiden believed that in the battle where She lost Her dominion over dreams, the Six Pillar Gods must have secretly done something to cause such a ridiculous outcome.

Perhaps the madman of Contradictory Twins directly descended upon Her apostle at the time.

Isn’t that what apostles are for?

While spitting out contemptuous words in her heart, the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar actually looked rationally towards the burning area, using the murmurs of the plants to confirm the position of the apostle of Contradictory Twins, and chose a direction where they wouldn’t meet for the time being.

She took two steps and stopped.

A mermaid wearing tattered white robes appeared before Her.

The mermaid had fluffy blue curls that floated in the seawater, and a corner of lake-blue ear fins peeking out from the curls. Fine scales could be seen at the corners of his eyes, on the backs of his hands, and around his ankles, which shimmered with a rainbow-like light under the moonlight.

He held a trident, staring at the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar, and also at the Bone Mermaid, whose jaws opened and closed without air passages or lungs, allowing it to roar continuously. In its phosphorescent blue eyes, which matched the color of the scales, a silvery light shone like melted silver.

"Truly pitiful," Saint Moses said, "'I'."

"Wow," the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar marveled, "Impressive."

The undead Moses roared, and the soul fragment the size of a fingernail, after carrying his former magic, could only imagine how much of it could still be used for thought.

Besides the pain and anger over the death of the conch blower, and the pain and anger of being awakened, what else could the undead Moses have?

Saint Moses fully understood and thus had no interest in listening to its roars or engaging in conversation.

He charged forward with the trident, and the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar let out a light laugh, stepped back, and raised her hand. The surrounding trees twisted and lashed out at Saint Moses.

"Ahhh—"

A gentle chant escaped from Saint Moses' lips, and the hypnotic spell of the legitimate conch blower spread with the sound waves. The branches swung once and then fell limply back, their moving roots stopping, and the trees fell asleep in the dream.

However, their actions caused a slight change in the terrain. As Saint Moses avoided tripping over a root, the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar made the undead Moses draw a long sword from the moonlight.

Clang!

The materialized moonlight clashed with the trident, and taking advantage of this close combat, the Silver Moon Maiden smiled at Saint Moses, but saw no waver in his eyes.

In those phosphorescent blue eyes, only a mirror-like silver shimmered.

It was the blessing of Mirror Pupil, strengthening Saint Moses' resolve so that his will would not be swayed by desire spells.

And the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar could clearly discern which domain's power was aiding Saint Moses.

The small moon hidden in the skull glowed brightly, and the moonlight shooting from behind the hollow eye sockets of the undead Moses almost seemed to lick the silver in his eyes.

"Indeed, it is as I thought!" She exclaimed joyfully, "I guessed it! A seed can accommodate the domain of dreams within its native domain only if the native domain is extremely close to the domain of dreams! Otherwise, a weak seed that can't even master its native domain, trying to forcefully accommodate the domain of dreams? Its end would be nothing but death!

"I am so hungry, so hungry, truly so hungry. Saint, where is your little master? Let me see Him—"

Bang!

A bullet interrupted the words of the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar.

The controlled Bone Mermaid vanished like shattered moonlight at the spot, but in an instant, it reappeared in another patch of moonlight.

Upon reappearing, It looked at the Contradictory Twin Apostle who had arrived with the flames, about to say something, when another bullet already anticipated its move and struck.

The bones that had just coalesced in the moonlight shattered once more, as the rapidly approaching flames covered the moonlight with fire.

In the overly bright burning forest, there was no place for the moonlight to dwell, and the Bone Mermaid did not reappear this time.

Hui Cui fired another shot without hesitation, a dragon of fire spewing from the gun barrel over a hundred meters, igniting hundreds of trees along the way.

If the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar had chosen to emerge from the moonlight under these trees, it might not have even formed a complete head before having to relocate again.

But such attacks were insufficient to kill It.

Hui Cui also wanted to deliver a fatal blow, but when he aimed several times from a distance, he noticed that while the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar was battling Moses Gobi, it maintained vigilance towards Hui Cui's direction.

A direct attack might be futile, and indeed, it was.

Hui Cui's first shot, which had a guaranteed hit effect, failed to strike as the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar disintegrated on its own before the bullet could reach it.

For a deity, a guaranteed hit is not an uncounterable effect... especially when It had prepared in advance to face the Contradictory Twin Apostles.

Given this, the only way to kill a Silver Moon Maiden's avatar was to use brute force.

First, drive away the moonlight, then burn all the plants to restrict Its movement.

It would be best to evaporate the seawater beneath his feet, or perhaps, destroy this dream completely.

Dangerous thoughts swirled in Hui Cui's mind as he turned the gun toward Moses Gobi nearby.

For some reason, Moses Gobi's expression upon seeing him was even more displeased than when fighting the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar.

Even Hui Cui, who had been forcibly dragged into this dream by the Mirror-Eyed Pupil, didn't display such a sour face. The snow-haired Dover Birdman was truly incomprehensible; whose dissatisfaction was this senior Apostle showing?

In the next second, Moses Gobi, whom Hui Cui had aimed at, vanished like a wisp of smoke in the burning forest.

Hui Cui, who ultimately did not fire, watched him disappear, then turned his pink eyes, piercing through the flames and trees to locate the position of the reappeared Silver Moon Maiden's avatar.

Taking out a teleportation charm, he teleported directly to it.

Among the Extraordinary Occupation Shifters of the Geljiang (Gelatin Artisans), perhaps only the apostles of the Six Pillar Gods could use teleportation charms with such nonchalance.

Hui Cui used the teleportation charm to intercept the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar four times and collided twice with Moses Gobi, who was also trying to intercept the avatar, before he noticed something strange.

The Silver Moon Maiden's avatar was avoiding combat.

Or rather, It was willing to fight Moses Gobi but unwilling to fight Hui Cui.

Saint Moses also noticed this and, upon blocking the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar for the third time, swung his steel trident while gritting his teeth and asked, "Old hag! What is your purpose?!"

The moonlight sword blocked the heavy strike of the steel trident, and the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar, not finding its escape shameful, only laughed mockingly.

"Guess," It said.

"Or, let your little master guess..." It added, pausing for a moment before suddenly using the sword to push Saint Moses away and raising its head joyfully, "Ah, He's come in!"

Saint Moses frowned at this inexplicable statement.

What was going on! This did not align with their agreed plan!

The original plan was for Lin to act opportunistically within the divine realm, not for Lin to enter this dream.

As the Dream God, Lin could interfere with the entire dream without entering it. And while the Silver Moon Maiden's avatar could create dreams using the power of the Undead Moses, it lacked the ability to enter the divine realm of the Mirror-Eyed Pupil. Staying in the divine realm ensured Lin's safety.

To Moses, Lin's safety was paramount. After all, wasn't the Silver Moon Maiden causing all this trouble to kill Lin and obtain new powers?

So, they couldn't give It a chance to get close to Lin!

Saint Moses believed his plan was flawless, yet Lin changed the plan without notice.

Even if Lin had entered the dream, the fact that the Silver Moon Maiden seemed prepared suggested that this dream was a trap!

The Silver Moon Maiden's avatar delightedly noticed Saint Moses' tension, its laughter nearly drowning out the Undead Moses' roar.

"Do you want to know why your little master came in? I can tell you.

"This dream isn't the remnant of the Conch Blower's dream, nor is it a dream made by the undead you. This dream... how do you say it, yes, suicide narcolepsy, this dream is one of the many ongoing dreams of countless suicide narcoleptics.

"These suicide narcoleptics are scattered across the continent, and even if your little master cooperates with the Inquisition, there will still be many people, and non-human beings with souls, that He cannot notice. Because the young god's divine realm is incomplete, and He has not grown to the point where He can control all the dreams of sentient beings.

"In other words, outside, He would find Himself unable to stop the expansion of this dream, noticing more and more suicide narcoleptics. Unless He enters, as the young Lord of Dreams, to personally block the spread of the roars.

"I knew He would choose the dream as the battlefield because it is His home ground.

"I also knew He would definitely enter this dream to prevent more suicides,

"At that moment, I could meet Him.

"Predicting His actions is easy, don't you know, Saint?

"He wants to walk the path of the Pillar God, right? And I understand too well, too well, the actions of those mad guardians who call themselves Pillar Gods."