"Hmm?" As if he had vaguely sensed something, the gray fog giant, who was immersed in the long river of nightmares and was gradually squeezing into reality, slowly opened his eyes. After getting up from the dark river reflecting countless nightmares, the Nightmare King's skinny palm slightly opened, and stretched out his sharp and twisted fingertips with hooks, cutting open the gray fog on his chest and abdomen, just like cutting off flesh and blood, cutting off a pale nightmare and holding it tightly in his palm. Is it the Snow Girl? Was she solved so quickly? The vertical lines in the palm of his hand cracked, giving birth to empty gray eyes, and he stuck close to the pale nightmare. After observing the situation inside, the eyebrows on the skinny face of the Nightmare King could not help but wrinkle slightly. In the pale nightmare, the wind and snow were still as violent as before, but the thin-shirted beauty in the wind and snow, who looked like a winter elf, did not float forward in the wind and snow as in the past. This wind and snow evil spirit that had appeared in the dreams of countless northern people and devoured countless lost souls was being tied to a pile of tree branches by a strange demon with two horns on his head and dragged towards the foot of the snowy mountain. The goat-horned demon was humming a rather joyful and strange tune, which completely destroyed the originally cold and solemn atmosphere of the pale nightmare. The catchy and strange rhythm was inexplicably catchy and easy to remember. Even the thorn-crowned evil dog made of countless damaged flesh and blood beside the goat-horned demon had learned it after listening to it several times, and the barking of the dog vaguely matched the beat. Just listening to the demon and the dog singing two or three times, this joyful tune strangely entered the memory of the Nightmare King, and even began to spread uncontrollably to other nightmares that were slightly related.
"Woof woof woof~ I love you~ Woof woof woof sweet~" Whether it was a mountain village destroyed by a huge avalanche, or a traveler starving in the snow, or a family destroyed in a snowy night... With the memory of the Nightmare King as a link, in a large number of nightmares that were slightly related to snow, no matter what the specific situation was, all of them sounded that happy and strange tune, and some even had the vague figure of a goat-headed demon humming happily. What the hell is this? Looking at the nightmare that suddenly polluted a large area of his body and became inexplicably happy, the Nightmare King's skinny cheeks twitched twice, and then he hurriedly lay back in the nightmare river. Under the repeated flushing of the dark river water and countless nightmares, the weird tune finally calmed down a little, and did not continue to flow around in the nightmare of the Nightmare King. But what made the Nightmare King particularly uncomfortable was that the weird tune that was half human voice and half dog barking seemed to be deeply engraved in its memory. No matter how it was washed, it could not be completely washed away. It was still lurking in the depths of its memory, and it felt like it might come out and hum from time to time. I seemed to understand what that damn Aquarius Director meant... Looking at the snow girl who was screaming and struggling in the pale nightmare, but was still dragged down the mountain by force, the Nightmare King's cracked vertical eye in the palm of his hand narrowed slightly, and recalled the Aquarius Director's previous instructions. 'Just use your fastest speed to kill him with the purest power, and never give him the opportunity to speak or play tricks! ' Indeed... that's what should be done! After recalling the lingering demonic melody, a fierce look appeared in the eyes of the Nightmare King. There are too many strange things in the mind of this cleaner, many of which are even meaningless garbage, but they are inexplicably unforgettable. Just like the weird tune just now, after just two listens, it directly penetrated into my memory without rejection, and I couldn't wash it out no matter how hard I tried. And memory is the foundation and flesh of dreams. He, who has a head full of strange memories, is an absolute pollution to me as a creature in the dream world, and a poison that cannot be looked at directly. Memory is as important to creatures in the dream world as the soul is to humans. It is something that cannot be abandoned at all. This level of pollution is extremely dangerous and extremely deadly. I am made up of nightmares and I can't be killed. Even if I am killed by the people of the Cleanup Bureau this time, it doesn't matter if my existence is wiped out. As long as the Fallen Soul Black Abyss is still spewing nightmares, I will eventually have a day of recovery. But if I have too much contact with this strange cleaner, causing the nightmares that make up me to be polluted, not only will my strength decline due to the large number of nightmares, but there is even the possibility of a complete collapse. I must kill him!
After realizing the "danger" of Leon, the Nightmare King's claw-like palm exerted a little force and crushed the Snow Girl's nightmare directly, then closed all the eyes in his body, sinking deeper and deeper in the dark nightmare river. No matter what the price, even if he is completely killed by the people of the Cleanup Bureau, he must be killed! ... "Oh..." Not knowing that he had been targeted by the enemy BOSS, and the priority of killing was even higher than [Dream Eater Armor], after covering his head and getting up from the ground, Leon, who was dizzy from sleep, finally recovered his memory of being covered by heavy snow bit by bit. The mountain with strong winds and snowstorms, the stupid mountaineering girl without winter clothes, and the Scorpion Director pulling a sled... It was really killing! After recalling what he had experienced in the nightmare, Leon couldn't help but hissed with lingering fear. Although the Snow Girl has no other killing methods except for attracting wind and snow, she has the ability to cover up memories. I just saw Director Scorpio dazed when he lifted his hind legs to urinate, and he forgot who he was. It was simply impossible to guard against it. According to Director Scorpio, she seems to have the same power as a first-level cleaner, which means that as long as the infection value is less than 30, once she drags people into nightmares, they will probably be deprived of their memories silently like me. At that time, people who fall into dreams will not only lose all means of resistance, but even their cognition will be confused by her. Seeing a woman in a skirt walking in the snowy mountains, I didn't find it strange. Instead, I took the initiative to fill in a lot of possibilities for her and thought about helping her find a mountaineering leader. If it weren't for my special memory, in addition to Leon Ryan's memory, there are also memories of my previous life. If one was erased and another was left, I'm afraid I would really be fooled by her into going deep into the snowy mountains out of kindness in the case of cognitive confusion, and then be frozen to death in the wind and snow. Um... yes, there is also that dog! After recalling the scenes in the dream from the "third-person perspective", a flash of enlightenment flashed in Leon's eyes. I didn't feel it when I was in the dream, but now I think back, it is definitely not a simple thing. Even in the dream of the snow girl, he can roar and scatter the wind and snow, and press the snow girl to be unable to move. It must be an abnormal creature at the level of a first-level cleaner. If it weren't for it, I might not be able to drag the snow girl down the mountain and struggle out of the nightmare... Um... Wait! After looking down at his winter clothes, Leon, who was still a little confused, trembled all over, completely regained consciousness, and then suddenly looked back. "Fuck! It really pulled it out!"