Chapter 320 319. Sigimund
When the Puji army, representing Lin Jun's spiritual power, joined the battlefield, the situation was instantly reversed.
The battle line was quickly pushed back from the narrow cave entrance to the outskirts of the entire forest, and then fell into a fierce stalemate.
The sounds of explosions and biting were heard everywhere. Puji and the wild wolf kept fighting and dying, but neither could completely destroy the other.
This does not mean that the true soul power of both parties is at the same level, but the power that can be projected into Fan Puji's dream is limited.
For Lin Jun, [Spiritual Guidance LV5] is like a thin pipe. Even if he has spiritual power like a reservoir, he can only transport it slowly through this pipe.
If he were in his own home ground, it would be effortless for him to crush the opponent's mental power that was currently coming through.
Of course, a large total volume is not without advantages.
The war of attrition is now taking shape. Even if the loss of soul power is ten times more tragic, it is insignificant to Lin Jun. I wonder if it is equally easy for the other side?
Since it was a consumption, Lin Jun simply blocked Inanna and her Pujis who represented her spiritual defense deep in the cave and prevented them from intervening.
The entire dream finally came to an end with the forest covered with wolf corpses and puff debris.
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"Boss... I had a nightmare again." The next morning, Inanna woke up and said in a daze.
"So how does it feel? Tired?"
After asking this question, Inanna realized that her mental state this time was significantly better than after her last nightmare. "It seems... okay? Not that bad."
She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Those Pujis who came to help me in the dream...were they brought by you, Boss?"
"I guess so."
"What the hell is going on?"
"To put it simply, someone wants to harm you in your dream." Lin Jun said in a relaxed tone, "But don't worry, I tried it last night, and the opponent's level is just so-so. I've got your back, there's nothing to be afraid of."
After hearing the boss's words and recalling the timely reinforcements in her dream, Inanna breathed a sigh of relief, but then became worried again: "Boss...will you get hurt?"
Lin Jun thought about it and thought that a “scratching” on the mental level probably wouldn’t be considered an injury, right?
"No. But if they don't stop, your dreams will probably be like this."
Hearing that her eldest son was fine, Inanna finally felt relieved, but new doubts surged in her mind: "But... who wanted to harm me? And killed my mother..."
"I'm not sure about that," Lin Jun analyzed casually, "Maybe it has something to do with your identity, like being your father's enemy or something like that?"
Inanna nodded, but her face was still full of confusion and she seemed to have no idea.
"By the way, I remember you seem to have a lot of sweet dream flowers at home?"
…
Deep within the Scarlet Spire, facing the High Fortress of Duke Alama.
In a dark and enclosed hall where not a single ray of light could penetrate, the black light lingering on the huge magic circle had not yet completely dissipated.
At the six nodes around the magic circle, there were six tightly bound humans lying.
Their chests were still rising and falling slightly, but their eyes were empty and lifeless, as if their souls had long been sucked out, leaving only a breathing shell.
In the center of the magic circle, a pitch-black coffin was slowly pushed open. Sigimund, the vampire duke, dressed in a pitch-black tuxedo, sat up from it, a faint look of doubt on his pale face.
Hearing the movement of the coffin, Malgas, who had been waiting outside the door, walked in quietly: "Duke Sigimund, is everything going well?"
Malgas is not a vampire, but his face is also pale.
In order to extend the contract in Duke Sigismund's hands that belonged to Duke Alama's wife to her daughter, he paid a heavy price.
This is what abyss magic is like. It is extremely powerful, strange and difficult to defend against, but it also comes with huge costs or risks. It is not an exaggeration to say that it harms yourself before harming others.
Sigimund glanced indifferently at the six "consumables" around him whose spirits had been completely broken. With a wave of his hand, he sucked out their blood, turning them into withered corpses, squeezing out the last bit of value.
"It's not going very smoothly. We've encountered new obstacles."
"Is it the dream potion made with the Dream Flower?" Malgus seemed a little surprised. "The intelligence clearly stated that the little girl didn't stay in the Duke's Mansion... How could they react so quickly?"
Sigimund shook his head: "No... It doesn't seem like a dream."
The dream potion can create layers of beautiful dreams for the user, like layers of shells, slowing down the speed at which his dreams are eroded by "strange dreams".
But recalling those sudden bursts of puffs, it seemed more like he had taken some kind of potion that increased his mental strength.
After hearing the Duke's description, Malgas remained unfazed. "Sir, any potion that enhances mental strength is not suitable for long-term use. Furthermore, she is ultimately consuming her own spirit, while you are only consuming captives. Once the connection of 'Strange Dreams' is established, it will never be broken. She cannot escape your control."
Sigimund understood what Malgas said, but he wasn't satisfied. "Of course I know she can't escape, but I don't have much time to waste. Xenophon, that idiot, I've warned him countless times not to challenge him to a duel, but he acted on his own and was nearly killed by a human swordsman on the battlefield. Now that the war on the western front has stalled, His Majesty has repeatedly urged me to intensify my offensive against High Castle."
"Sir, didn't His Majesty also ask Duke Eleanor to come and assist you?"
"Eleanor?" Sigimund sneered. "She's only good at raising a few blood animals. On the battlefield, as long as she doesn't hold us back or stab us in the back, she's a great help. Expecting us to join forces with her to attack Alama's High Castle head-on? What wishful thinking!"
In particular, Sigismund's relationship with Eleanor was not good.
"Malgus, I know you've paid a heavy price, but everything must be done from beginning to end," Sigimund said gravely. "If we can't shorten the time we can control her, all this will be meaningless. Do you understand?"
"I understand..." Malgas' tone was filled with helplessness. It was obvious that he would need to make more efforts in the future.
Sigimund patted him on the shoulder, his voice laced with temptation. "Don't worry. After this is accomplished, I will personally commend you to His Majesty and ask for the Book of Miracles. With it, your abyssal magic... perhaps it will truly reach its peak."
Finally, he added: "You know I won't break my promise, just like last time."
Malgas bowed his head deeply: "Yes, sir! I will do my best!"
(End of this chapter)
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