Chapter 335 334. Offensive and defensive momentum
"Are you just waiting to see me and that barbarian fight to the point of mutual destruction so that you can come out and reap the benefits? Are you disappointed that I'm standing here unharmed?!" Eleanor's sharp accusation almost pierced through the stone wall of the spire.
Sigimund, who was pointed at the tip of his nose by her, almost wanted to roll his eyes. If Eleanor really had the ability to cause mutual destruction with Alama, he really wouldn't mind being the one who took advantage of the situation.
Unfortunately, she obviously didn't.
But at this moment, Sigismund was indeed in the wrong. The Blood Knights were slow to act this time, and he had nothing to say.
But he also has a secret!
The daily "strange dream" connection forced him to stay in the magic circle that maintained the ritual for a long time, and midnight was the time for the "strange dream" connection.
I have to say that Alama actually dared to launch an attack at midnight. He is really not afraid of death.
Sigimund was also helpless in the situation at that time. He couldn't just run out by himself and lead the Blood Knights to charge halfway and then suddenly faint. He would have to expend his mental energy in his dreams to deal with those weird monsters.
In the end, it was already a huge risk to just arrange for the Blood Knights to go out and scare Alama away.
If he fails to handle it properly, his knightly order may suffer another heavy blow.
Unfortunately, Eleanor didn't know this, and Sigimund didn't want her to know.
Therefore, in Eleanor's view, it was clear that Sigimund deliberately used her and her troops as bait to consume Alama's strength. How could she not be furious?
Finally, Eleanor threw her hands in anger and said, "Stop trying to get a slave from me. Whatever tricks you're playing, go play them on your own!"
Sigimund: "..."
Looking at Eleanor's departing back, Sigimund with a gloomy face turned his gaze to the side.
There stood the evil wizard Malgas, his eyes vacant, his breath nearly dead, and he remained silent from beginning to end.
Both the captives used in the ritual and the evil wizard himself seemed to be exhausted to the limit.
At this point, he couldn't help but suspect that this might be a trap carefully set by Alama for him!
Could it be that the cold-blooded man not only had the heart to watch his wife die bit by bit, but now he even uses his own daughter as bait?
If that's the case, then his loss in this round wasn't unfair.
The tug-of-war on the battlefield of dreams continued day after day, with no sign of victory. He had no idea what tactics the other side had used.
But, it's time to give up this ritual.
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"Sir, as long as you don't actively invade, the slaves' mental strength won't be depleted too much." Malgas said after regaining consciousness.
"No, what I'm asking is how to completely disconnect this ritual!" Sigimund asked with a frown.
"I told you, it can't be stopped!" Malgas had a sad face and a weak voice.
"How can there be a ritual that cannot be stopped?" Sigimund's voice was cold.
"You are not connected to each other, but to the space of 'Strange Dream' itself! This connection cannot be severed until the other party's spirit is completely destroyed! There is only one way..."
"You mean..."
"Destroy the opponent's body! The spirit will naturally dissipate without support!"
"What kind of solution is this..."
The humans have obviously already taken action to respond. Would they still give themselves the opportunity to assassinate them at this time?
Even Sigismund himself didn't believe he could succeed!
But you still have to try.
"Actually, there is another way to delay temporarily," Malgas said again.
Sigimund motioned him to continue.
"Dream potion made from the Dream Flower!"
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In the end, I was the one who had to take this potion?!
In the end, while Sigismund was arranging the assassination plan, he ordered Malgas to continue looking for other ways to break the connection or a shortcut to quickly win in the "dream".
At the same time, he asked his pharmacist to see if he could get the raw materials to make the dream potion.
Finally, we had to find a way to get another batch of prisoners - in comparison, this became the simplest and most direct task.
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At midnight, Lin Jun arrived at work on time, his consciousness sinking into that familiar dream: "Ding ding ding ding! I'm making a grand entrance! This time it's... Holy shit!"
The strong wind mixed with coarse sand made Lin Jun's head covered with dust. Looking around, there was only endless hot yellow sand, and the scorching air distorted his vision.
This time it’s a desert!
The environment was getting worse and worse. Even if Inanna's own mental strength was not damaged, the pressure accumulated from watching the Puji Legion fighting in her dreams every night for a long time was not small, and all of it was reflected in this increasingly desolate dream scene.
He quickly expanded into a stocky green puff, and with his short legs, he puffed up a huge sand dune. Looking out, he finally spotted a tiny oasis amidst the vast yellow sand.
Sure enough, Inanna was there, barefoot, playing in the water on the shore.
Lin Jun hid his figure and landed silently behind a few clusters of drought-resistant shrubs at the edge of the oasis, and began his nightly routine - rubbing mushrooms.
I don’t know how long it took, but then I felt a familiar vibration, the edges of the dream connected again, and the strange dream began!
Lin Jun skillfully arranged the Pujis to form a defensive formation and be ready for battle.
What will be the opponent this time?
A giant scorpion?
A lizard lurking in the sand?
Or something more interesting?
However, as time passed, the expected frantic enemy attack did not occur. The desert was dead silent, with only the howling of the hot wind blowing across the sand dunes.
What are you doing?
Is this some trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain?
A small group of Puji went out for reconnaissance, and carefully stepped into the dream territory belonging to the other party.
There are scorpions, lizards, and all kinds of desert-style monsters.
But they all... stayed where they were?
Relying on favorable terrain such as sandstone and caves, they adopted a strict defensive posture and had no intention of taking the initiative to attack.
Did the player go to the bathroom?
Or do you want to avoid fighting today?
How could I agree to this?
I've worked so hard to squeeze in so much mental energy, if I don't use it up, wouldn't it be all in vain?!
If the enemy doesn't come, then you can only go there by yourself!
He left about one-third of the Puji to protect the pink Puji who were still playing in the water, and led the main force to launch a mighty attack!
Melee Puji is in the front row, ranged... uh, it's too low here... here... um... um... the whole army charges!
In the end, Lin Jun suffered a rather ugly casualty ratio. Of course, this was all because it was his first time as an attacker and he lacked experience.
But the strange thing is that the opponent really seemed to have no intention of fighting. Even though he suffered heavy losses, he did not try to counterattack or launch a roundabout sneak attack on Fan Puji.
Is this finally exhausting?
In line with the excellent competitive spirit of "playing dumb when the wind is against you, and being nagging when the wind is favorable", at the moment before the dream was about to end, regardless of whether the opponent could receive it or not, Lin Jun sent a message containing a kind greeting to the opponent for the first time:
"You can't be... can't bear to play anymore?"
(End of this chapter)
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