Chapter 1355: Chapter 1210: If You’re Going to Be Awesome, Be the Most Awesome (Part 2)

"When did you start having the illusion that you could capture me in the dream?"

"?!!!"

Unfortunately, touching the dream is a clash of wills, and touching her with a "hand" couldn’t trigger the [Lord of Demons], otherwise, the battle would have ended by now.

Leon glanced at the Pure White Holy Mother, whose eyes were full of shock, feeling it was about time, he withdrew his knife, switched to a brand new dreamscape, wiped his body with his raised hand, and changed his clothes into a black robe with red clouds, his eyes gradually seeping crimson blood color.

"Do not underestimate these dreams just because they are fake. Until you successfully break free from them, these dreams are real to you, and everything in these dreams, whether space, time, or mass, will be under my control."

After the light-speed costume change, Leon, with spinning black and red shurikens in his eyes, once again thrust the long knife in his hand, piercing the abdomen of the Pure White Holy Mother with a single strike, pinning her onto a suddenly appearing cross.

"The next moment will equal 72 hours, and during these 72 hours, I will keep stabbing your body with a knife... Madame Pure White Holy Mother, how long can your will hold on?"

...

Is No.3 going to win?

Although unable to understand Leon’s cosplay content, feeling the weakening aura of the Pure White Holy Mother in their duel, Deer Horn Girl, who was pressing the formation in the distance, couldn’t help but breathe a long sigh, and then a deep dread floated into her heart.

The fastest way to break the dream is to smash and grind with a large amount of root essence, but the pure white land’s root essence was suppressed by herself, the Pure White Holy Mother can no longer do this, and thus can only take the second-best option by actively understanding the dream, finding its "flaws" and using real-world power to shatter the dream.

But No. 3’s use of dream roots is indeed too proficient, the dream worlds he creates have distinctly different rules yet are basically self-consistent, appearing frighteningly real, almost as if these strange worlds and people truly exist, what’s more deadly is that the number of these dreams is extraordinarily vast.

Every time the Pure White Holy Mother, enduring those deadly attacks, barely understands a little of the current dream, No. 3 would immediately change it, pushing her into a brand new dream world, forcing her to start the "deciphering" process all over again, and so far he hasn’t created any duplicate dreams.

Under such a perverse and bizarre dream invasion, not to mention the Pure White Holy Mother who isn’t known for her spirit, even if someone like herself, who can freely come and go in the spirit realm and has a much stronger will, were dragged in, would likely face the same deadly fate, only continuously weakened in the endless dreams, this truly is...

If I hadn’t witnessed him devouring the Dream Resting Master, slowly taking away all the dream roots step by step, I would almost have believed he is the one born from the dream, No. 7!

"Amazing, so this is her trump card after all."

Seemingly sharing Deer Horn Girl’s opinion, the Hanging Star Master, watching the battle nearby, spat out the dry grass from his mouth, an expression of peculiarity on his donkey face as he said:

"To think she could come up with such a method, the Pure White Holy Mother is truly a genius!"

Huh? The Pure White Holy Mother? Isn’t it No. 3?

Deer Horn Girl was startled by these words, and then asked with wide-eyed confusion:

"What happened to the Pure White Holy Mother? Isn’t she about to be defeated by No. 3 in the dream?"

"Not necessarily."

The Hanging Star Master shook his head vigorously, raising his right front hoof, pointing towards the old yellow ox’s direction.

"Look, see those Angels."

Angels? Can they save the Pure White Holy Mother? But weren’t they all captured by No. 3?

Following the direction pointed by the Hanging Star Master’s donkey hoof, Deer Horn Girl gazed over with a face full of bewilderment, seemingly discovering something, her radiant eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Is this... the Essence of Roots?"

Gazing at the Angels whose bodies began to emit a white radiance, seemingly faintly connected to the aura of the Pure White Holy Mother, Deer Horn Girl was suddenly taken aback.

"How is it possible! She obviously hasn’t merged wills with these Angels. Why can she extract the Essence of Roots?"

"That’s why I said she’s a genius."

Pulling out a small melon from who knows where, clamping it between his donkey hooves and taking a couple of bites, the Hanging Star Master said with a look of appreciation:

"I thought those Vow Weavers she concocted were just to ensure the ’purity’ of the pure white land, didn’t expect she was hiding such an intention... Tsk tsk, really a remarkable idea, if she succeeds, she might really rival No. 1."

Still unclear of the reason, watching from a distance the thin strands drifting from the Angels, gradually infiltrating the dream, worried about the Pure White Holy Mother turning the tables, Deer Horn Girl couldn’t help but anxiously say:

"Why don’t you explain it a bit more clearly!"

"Isn’t it already quite clear?"

Swallowing the melon in his mouth, the Hanging Star Master said with a resigned donkey-face:

"The method to extract the Essence of Roots is to completely merge with the race one originates from, ’consuming’ one’s originating race from the existential level. The reason why everyone doesn’t do it is because this ’consumption’ is mutual.

Upon completing this consumption, while converting one’s will into the will of everyone, the will of all clansmen also becomes our will inversely. Although this grants unprecedented powerful strength, our own will would be infinitely diluted, and we would no longer be our original selves."

"I know this!"

Watching the donkey dragging and pulling with mysterious hints instead of getting to the point, Deer Horn Girl couldn’t help but interrupt:

"What I’m asking is how did she do it! She obviously didn’t complete the consumption, so why can she condense the Essence of Roots?"

"Because of those Vow Weavers."

"???"

"The purpose of the Vow Weavers on the surface is to extract goodwill and exchange it for the Angels’ malice, to preserve the good thoughts and crystals of the pure white land, but while instilling these good thoughts, the Pure White Holy Mother probably also mixed in her own will.

Over time, although the Angels of the pure white land have not been directly consumed by her, they have nonetheless become a kind of ’extension’ of her will. As long as these Angels continue to be led by her [good], it’s equivalent to maintaining a basic unity of thought, tantamount to an incomplete consumption.

The Essence of Roots emerging by doing this is unstable and incomplete, easy to collapse due to the tendencies of the Angels themselves, needing a lot of time to incite and call upon, but on a power level it is indeed the Essence of Roots... look, No. 3 is likely to lose."

"Ah?!!!"

Under the slightly regretful gaze of the Hanging Star Master, with the external infiltration of the Essence of Roots, the immense dreams Leon conjured using dream roots started making sounds of being overburdened, finally shattering with a boom after reaching a certain threshold.

She’s finally escaped!

At the moment when the dream was forcibly shattered, the Pure White Holy Mother, covered in blood from stabbings, forcibly shook off Leon, who was chasing her with stabbing intent, and clutched the crack in the dream world with difficulty, hauling her spirit out by force.

When the spirit of the Pure White Holy Mother escaped from the dream, her body immediately "replayed" the injuries on the spirit level, one by one manifested into blood holes penetrating through, and a long knife pierced through the forehead from the back of her head, almost splitting her skull open with one strike.

Damn No. 3, how ruthless!

Frantically absorbing the minute amounts of Essence of Roots converging around, mending her battered body, the Pure White Holy Mother, whose spirit had been stabbed to death countless times, glared with a face full of rage at Leon, emerging from the dream with a knife, and pale-faced admonished:

"Still pursuing? Look at what’s on me!"

What else could it be? The Essence of Roots, your plan to extract the Essence of Roots through the Vow Weavers, I already knew in advance from the "background introduction" when I touched the Vow Weavers.

Glancing at the gradually gathering Essence of Roots on the Pure White Holy Mother, Leon, landing on the back of the old yellow ox, chuckled, then reached out to pat the old yellow ox’s belly, activating [Lord of Demons].

And the old yellow ox, born from Leon’s dream, even "extracted" part of his soul fragments, almost an extension of Leon’s will, mooed cooperatively, and bulged its belly full of high-ranked Angels vigorously,

In the next instant, under the shocked gazes of the donkey and horse combo, all the Angels swallowed within the cow’s belly froze simultaneously, and then before Pure White Holy Mother’s eyes filled with appalling terror, completely transformed into pure demons.

And the Essence of Roots emanating from the Angels, originally pure white, instantly converted into an ebony torrent, aggressively surging towards the equally terrified Pure White Holy Mother.