Chapter 240

Chapter 240

No.

Tadansa knew every individual in his web of dreams. Under the Priest Moses' reminder, he had selected slaves sensitive to images and trained them in simple circle drawing, but the time was too short, and there was too little leisure. The ritualist apprentices he chose were still learning how to hold their pens better.

But such words could not be spoken before an ally, even if they were said, Mr. Demon Hunter would not be able to solve this problem, and it would only make the worried Demon Hunter find it hard to concentrate on the battle.

Tadansa could only assume a praying posture, suppressing his unease, and said, "The Lord will resolve it."

The Demon Hunter paused again as he swung his weapon.

This tall leopard man looked at Tadansa, pondered for a moment, and then earnestly advised, "Relying too much on the divine is not a wise path."

It sounded as if believers should stay away from the gods, and logically, a Demon Hunter who serves as both a judge and a cleric should not say such things. But in the next second, he explained, "The Pillar Gods bear heavy responsibilities. I can see that the Lord you believe in also takes the initiative to shoulder them. Therefore, as a cleric, you must understand that we are different from ordinary believers. Our duty is to share the burden of the gods, not to let the gods worry about us while they already bear so much."

These words were somewhat harsh, but fortunately, Tadansa understood the Demon Hunter's meaning.

"I will do better next time," he promised, even though it meant freeing up a few laborers to learn, making the others digging tunnels work harder.

Tadansa indeed learned his lesson. As the manager of the Dark Sea Cave Mirror's Pupil Church (in its embryonic form), he needed the Lord's reminder to realize their exposure.

But the church cannot truly move forward relying solely on divine support. Since other Pillar God churches can proudly claim they share the burden of their gods, the Mirror's Pupil Church must also be capable of doing so.

The competitive Tadansa had already outlined plans in his mind, not feeling at all that comparing the Mirror's Pupil Church to the Pillar God churches was inappropriate.

However, this time, they could only rely on the Lord...

"Are you ready?"

The voice of the deity echoed in his heart, and Tadansa put aside his guilt and replied, "We are ready."

The bald birdman called a young slave forward, the same rat child who often accompanied him on errands.

The rat child nervously gripped the engraving tool, watching as Tadansa lifted his hand to cradle his face.

The observing Demon Hunter frowned, noticing that Tadansa showed a moment of surprise.

In the next second, a silver glow of magic shot from the bald birdman's eyes, forming a bridge connecting him and the rat child.

Mind Swap!

Led by the Dreamweaver who created the web of dreams, two members within the web temporarily exchanged bodies.

Body swapping meant that as long as one was within the web of dreams, they could receive help from other members at any time. However, in Tadansa's web of dreams, there was no one who could provide assistance in ritualism.

It should have been so, but just now, someone who had not been invited and with whom he had never shared dreams entered the web of dreams.

Tadansa had never thought that the web of dreams could be infiltrated, but he immediately realized that only the Lord could bypass him and manipulate his web of dreams.

So, the person the Lord sent into the web of dreams was—

The silver glow of magic dissipated, and the rat child blinked.

His appearance did not change; only his stance shifted slightly. Even the Demon Hunter could tell that the one controlling the rat child's body was no longer the original person.

The engraving tool spun in his hand, and the unknown individual, who had already planned how to draw the ritual array, stepped onto the silver mirror.

"Alright," the rat child's tone was different from before, "get back to your tasks, leave this to me."

With that, he bent down, not using a ruler or compass, and made the first cut on the silver mirror.

The Demon Hunter narrowed his eyes at the fine line drawn by the first cut.

Too precise.

Both the action of drawing the line and the posture were too precise, as precise as some of the ritualists he had worked with many times.

The Demon Hunter instantly suspected the identity of this unknown individual, but his talent for sensing threats was warning him that enemies had infiltrated the cave.

The agile leopard man, wearing a short cloak over his tight combat suit, raised a pair of gold-forged short swords to block a dagger thrust from the shadows.

The weapons clashed briefly, sparks of bright yellow magic flickering and continuously exploding, creating new sparks.

The sparks danced around the frightened slaves, the scorching light magic illuminating the cave without a shadow.

The Shadowwalkers, who had yet to emerge, were suppressed by the light, except for one—the one who initially jumped out, the Shadowblade representative who had appeared before the council castle. He continued to fight the Demon Hunter in this environment.

While parrying, she even had the spare capacity to taunt, "If it were a Holy Knight, I might have to retreat temporarily. Demon Hunters are better suited to fighting fiends, don't you think?"

The Demon Hunter, who would normally give lengthy advice to Tadansa, remained silent in the face of an enemy, responding with a Purification Slash that disrupted the Shadowwalker's tainted magic.

Outside the cave, which had turned into an icy world, the potatoes and peas, under the influence of the Field of Flowers, rapidly became fiendish. Their shapes grew grotesque, their colors darkened, and their toxic branches shook off the snow to entangle the slaves who hadn't managed to enter the cave in time.

The attempt failed. A drop of blood fell on the snow, and the skin of the Crimson Mage, now crimson, reached out to grab the toxic branch. Merely touching it caused the fiendish potato to wither as if its moisture had rapidly evaporated.

Hundreds of Crimson Mage clones formed a defensive line in front of the slaves, directly blocking the fiendish plants and plant fiends.

The trembling slaves watched in amazement, all those born in the Dark Sea Cave seeing for the first time that professionals would protect them.

Although they had seen through Tadansa's dream declaration what life was like for ordinary people on the continent, witnessing this scene in the Dark Sea Cave was different for them.

The stirring emotions resonated through the web of dreams, spreading courage and boosting everyone's morale.

Some slaves even clenched their fists, wanting to cheer for the Crimson Mages, but before they could shout, the front lines changed again.

Roar—!

Amidst the long howl of beasts, nearly dozens of Crimson Mages were sent flying backward.

A massive orange fox, over ten meters long, leaped out from somewhere, transforming into her beast form right in front of the Councillor of the Aberration Sect at the Dark Sea Cave.

The sight of this high-ranking beast person plunging headfirst into the snow was somewhat comical, but when she pulled her elongated snout out of the snow, her fangs were dripping with the bloody corpses of two crimson mage avatars.

The temporary defensive line formed by the crimson mage avatars was instantly breached, and the mutated plants and plant fiends that had been held back surged through the gap, lunging at the slaves once more.

The Flower Shepherds in the rear, who had been eagerly anticipating the slaves' fear, terror, and regret, were taken aback to see that the slaves, just bolstered by a Courage Resonance, were now raising their sickles, hoes, and rakes against the mutated plants and plant fiens.

After a brief moment of surprise, the Flower Shepherds burst into mocking laughter.

What do these foolish slaves think? How could such farming tools possibly be effective?

"…Of course they can!" Tadansa shouted as he pushed his way forward, "This is our resolve, the resolve of all of us, to fight and take revenge!"

He stepped to the front of the crowd, facing the mutated plants and plant fiends, and roared, "Focus your attacks!"

Yes, attack! Attack! Attack!

Every sentient being within the Web of Dreams concentrated their desire to kill the enemy on Tadansa…

In the underground chamber where the ritual array was drawn, Lin paused slightly with his engraving knife.

Having used his divine body array to keep an eye on the battle outside, he began to ponder a question.

Now that he had joined Tadansa's Web of Dreams, would his attack be included in this focused assault?

If it was included, would he be recognized as Ritualist Lin, or as Mirror Eye?

The question had barely formed when reality provided the answer.

With a mighty swing of his sickle, Tadansa unleashed a surge of vibrant magic, and the collective killing intent of over ten thousand people formed a powerful and vast psychic shockwave, sweeping across the entire battlefield!