Chapter 497: Chapter 175: Kick Me Out When You’ve Had Enough5
What seemed like an impenetrable battle formation turned out to be a burden in this mysterious realm.
If anybody within the formation had ill intentions, the Catastrophe would be drawn to them.
Especially now, when a group of people had been killed by Leonard Churchill, stirring up strong feelings of malevolence.
This wave of emotion had practically attracted all the monsters in Summer Shepherd City.
In their line of sight, swarms of big and small monsters rushed towards the Ghost Building like a tidal wave.
The guards immediately reacted: “Protect the young master! Quickly scatter!” Kak’s face turned pale and he said grimly, “Let them in!”
He wasn’t an idiot.
He had guessed that these two were trying to get into the building.
But the Ghost Building wasn’t a place where just anyone could enter and survive.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have bothered to keep watch at the entrance.
Even the high-ranking officers didn’t dare to attack,
and continuing to obstruct the entrance would result in bigger losses for them.
So, they simply withdrew their obstruction.
Seeing the Lionheart Family backing off from the entrance, Leonard Churchill didn’t waste time and directly shot into the Ghost Building.
Catherine Carter closely followed behind him.
Just as the two of them predicted, the moment they entered, the resentment from the Catastrophe outside disappeared instantly.
However, from the moment they entered the Ghost Building, a eerie spectacle began to unfold.
Right upon entering, Leonard Churchill noticed the surroundings changing. Before he could fully grasp the illusions taking shape in front of his eyes, an Enlightenment message appeared: “You have been exempted from the faith contamination originating from the Lord of Dreams and Pleasure, Arachne.” Leonard Churchill wasn’t surprised at all, he even muttered to himself, “I thought so. It’s right here after all.”
Because this mysterious realm was the seal for a part of the Ancient God. Previously, they hadn’t found any traces of the Ancient God, but now that the seal had been broken, it was impossible not to leak any faith contamination. It seemed that it was all inside the Ghost Building.
Even though he was exempted from the contamination, Leonard Churchill could still hear the cheering in his ears.
Looking at the tightrope beneath his feet and the cheering audience everywhere, the scene seemed all too familiar.
He was back in the circus.
“So, it was a dream after all…”
With a slight daze in his eyes, Leonard Churchill comprehended the situation in a single glance.
This magical Technique was extremely high-tier and was classified as a God Skill.
Combined with faith contamination, any other person would have instantly succumbed to it.
But that didn’t happen to Leonard Churchill.
Apart from being exempted from the faith contamination, it was because he had seen this Technique in the Silver Moon Secret Book.
This was a blissful dream that actively prevented individuals from waking up. The effect of Moon God’s Descent was to let people achieve their most intense desires in their dreams and either satisfy their expectations or compensate for their regrets.
Once caught in it, there was a high likelihood of being trapped in the dream forever.
The Spiritual practice that Leonard Churchill was cultivating now, the Void Moon Mind, was derived from the same lineage and came with its own exemption effect.
Thanks to this, he could clearly see the strands of moonlight filled with Technique arrays in his dream.
Knowing full well that he was in a dream, Leonard Churchill put on a stunningly brilliant smile, his lips painted in exaggerated red extending to his ears.
He elegantly walked on the tightrope, preparing for his final performance. Upon crossing the tightrope, he bowed to the enthusiastic audience below, as he had done many times before.
With his head raised, he wore an incredibly bright smile on his face.
After all, dreams were but dreams.
Having broken through the illusion, Leonard Churchill took out the Silver Moon Secret Book from his Storage Ring.
This secret book was a heritage treasure of the Silver Moon Church. As his identity had been correctly recognized, the illusion also granted him an exemption.
In an instant, the illusions in his vision gradually faded away.
He found himself in the same Ghost Building as before, but inside, there were no dazzling lights, just emptiness.
There was only himself and the dim moonlight filling the room.
On one side, there was a staircase. Leonard Churchill directly walked up.
Thud, thud, thud…
As he went up, he saw a man standing still on the upper floor.
The man was in uniform, a familiar face Leonard Churchill had seen before – it was the “White Raven” Polo, a two-star general of the Federation.
Seeing that even a Sixth-Tier strong person was entrapped in the dream, he couldn’t help but feel that this mysterious realm was full of pitfalls.
If there were no other external influences,
this Sixth-Tier strong person might never wake up in his life.
Leonard Churchill had no intention of awakening this powerful enemy, nor did he desire to kill him.
He continued to ascend the staircase, floor by floor.
On nearly every floor, there was a person entrapped in a dream.
Almost everyone who could enter the Ghost Building was a high-tier card master, but they were soldiers from the Lionheart Family.
Leonard Churchill didn’t want any trouble, so he carried on.
Until he reached the sixteenth floor, where he finally encountered someone he knew.
Under the moonlight, Catherine Carter’s blonde hair glowed, and she seemed to be lost in her dream.
Seeing this, Leonard Churchill couldn’t help but become curious, “Tsk tsk… I wonder what kind of dream the elder miss would have?”
Moon God’s Descent not only granted pleasant dreams but also allowed the Spellcaster to kill within the dream.
Leonard Churchill flipped through the Silver Moon Secret Book, understanding the principle of intruding dreams, he tried to link his Mental Power to the Technique field.
The surrounding view changed instantly.
“It really worked.”
Leonard Churchill found himself suddenly standing in a bustling occasion.
A group of gentlemen, properly dressed in suits, were having a vigorous debate over some important state affairs.
Because it was just a dream, Leonard Churchill ignored their conversation and was more interested in the setting, guessing in his heart, “The Federal Parliament’s hall?”
Looking at the scene in front of his eyes, he was reminded of a painting he had seen before, which portrayed the same image.