“What do we do?” Patrick asked.
"Keep up with them. Can you swim?" Phil Gray asked.
"Won't we be discovered? Won't this cause too much of a commotion?"
Eli took out two dark blue flowers from his hand. "Eating these flowers will allow us to breathe underwater temporarily. We'll stay submerged and follow them."
"Only two?" Ernest asked.
"Yes."
Phil Gray took the flowers. "Eli and I will go. You guys stay here."
"Your Majesty, it's too dangerous..." Ernest said in a deep voice, trying to stop him.
"Yes, cousin, we're going, you don't need to go."
“If you keep talking, they’ll be gone.” Phil Gray swallowed the flower and jumped into the Lunsey River.
Eli jumped in after him.
Patrick and Ernest watched their reflections in the water with some concern.
Phil Gray and Eli secretly lurked underwater, following George's small boat.
The river water was icy cold in winter, which made him shiver involuntarily.
Fortunately, the small boat did not travel far before it stopped.
They looked up and saw a white channel on the calm surface of the Lunsi River.
George appeared to exchange a few words with his attendants before they went directly into the passageway.
“Let’s go in too.” After waiting a short while, Phil Gray jumped out of the water and said to Eli.
The passageway looks like it's floating on the water, but it feels quite solid underfoot.
There was a road that seemed to stretch endlessly inside.
They walked along the road until they saw a large black door.
The gate was heavy and ancient, with some unknown patterns carved on it.
“Should we push it open and go in? Will we be discovered?” Eli mouthed.
"etc."
Phil Gray noticed a small crack in the center of the door, through which a little light was shining.
He peered over to look at the area behind the door and found that no one was inside.
I gently pushed the door open with my hand, but it didn't make a sound.
They only heard George's voice after entering the gate. It turned out there was another corridor behind the gate, and George and his group were at the very back.
Not daring to go any further, they quietly squatted there, listening to their conversation.
It was George who spoke. "Alright, just tell me when you expect to succeed?"
"It will take another two days, please wait patiently." The voice was completely unfamiliar, and it sounded like an old man.
"Hmph, how many more women would you need?"
"We should at least make a hundred, right?" This was another person, with a hoarse voice that sounded somewhat harsh.
“I’ll have them send some more tonight. I’ll give you two more days.” George’s voice sounded somewhat resentful.
"Rest assured, this nightmare monster, which feeds on the fear of tens of thousands of people and is conceived from female chosen ones, will possess pseudo-divine strength from birth. At that time, you can do whatever you want. Not to mention becoming a king, you could even conquer a Papacy and become the Pope." The hoarse voice chuckled.
What? A nightmare monster? Phil Gray looked at Eli, his face also grave.
"Ha, conquer a church? Do you think I'm stupid? There are countless true religious figures in the church. Just because they live in seclusion doesn't mean they don't exist," George retorted.
"You don't know this, but since the followers of the divine path and quasi-gods have transcended the limitations of mortals, they can go to the divine kingdom. Who can refuse to serve by the side of a god? So there really aren't many divine-level beings in the world of Ver today, so you can rest assured."
“I’m not that greedy; I just want worldly power,” George replied.
"Oh, then it will surely be as you wish in two days."
“That’s good, Elder Jesse. You are an elder of the Church of the Dead, and I trust your abilities. However, the people from the Church of Dawn have recently infiltrated our area. I don’t know if they have discovered what we’ve been doing. Bishop Eugene of the Church of the Dark Night is also getting in the way. We can’t afford to delay any longer.” George smiled and said with a hint of reassurance.
Upon hearing the name Jesse, Eli's face suddenly turned pale. Phil Gray was curious; did Eli know him?
“Naturally, tonight I will let more spirits enter my dreams, and then collect more fear so that our darlings can be fed even more.” The hoarse voice laughed, and it seemed to be Elder Jesse.
"Haha, then I'll increase my efforts and expand the scope of the dream realm to even farther places. I hope the goddess of dreams will bless us and allow her offspring to descend to earth soon," another voice said, mesmerized.
Phil Gray clenched his fists, never imagining that the dream and the girl's disappearance were both his doing.
Eli gave him a look, indicating, "We should go."
The sounds inside have stopped; George could come out at any moment.
They tiptoed open the door, jumped down into the passageway, and swam back the way they came.
Patrick and Ernest remained where they were.
The four of them quickly hid in the shadows.
Sure enough, a short while later, George's small boat returned and docked at the shore.
George came down, his previous gloom gone, and he surveyed the silent night with renewed vigor.
He smiled and said, "Go to sleep, everyone, and drift off into sweet dreams..."
Back at the hotel, the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive. They never imagined that George had such a huge conspiracy—to cultivate a pseudo-god-level nightmare monster!
“Judging from what they’re saying, we have two more days. We must stop them,” Phil Gray said in a deep voice.
“That Elder Jesse is about to reach the level of divine revelation. He is very famous in the Church of the Dead and is known as the Death Summoner. He has signed a contract with a lord of the Abyss of the Dead and can summon a large army of undead.” Eli’s eyes revealed unfamiliar emotions, with a hint of disgust and nostalgia.
“Then the other chosen one of the Dream God must also be at the divine revelation level.” Phil Gray frowned; they were indeed no match for him.
"What should we do then, cousin? Isn't your prophecy meant to prevent him from becoming king?" Patrick asked, somewhat troubled.
“We can’t do it, but others can. I’ll write three letters to expose this. Eli, you send one to the Church of Life, Ernest, please deliver one to the Dark Church, and my cousin, you give the other one to the Holy Son of the Church of Dawn. They should be quite adept at dealing with the undead,” Phil Gray said after thinking for a moment.
“Okay.” The other three nodded.
"Remember to try not to reveal our identities," Phil Gray added.
"Hopefully they'll take this seriously and resolve it within two days, otherwise we'll be helpless once the Nightmare Monster is born..."
After the silent sigh came the sound of writing on paper.
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