Usually, after Twilight comes the night, and night is for sleeping.
This dream felt like an eternity for the Fifth demon god.
His wails echoed throughout the entire Abyss.
Even Mike, standing at a distance, felt his hair stand on end, a chill running down his spine.
It was too tragic.
He couldn’t bear to watch.
Mike closed his eyes silently, but fearing he’d miss something, he quickly opened them again.
Ares said calmly, “Two more moves.”
The Fifth demon god’s wails ceased, and his immense will turned cold and ruthless. He growled menacingly, “Ares, you can’t use the same move on me twice!”
Mike raised an eyebrow. Ares had such a limitation?
It seemed to be a side effect of his battle with the Supreme Demon God.
“You reminded me; I almost forgot.”
Facing the Fifth demon god’s taunts, Ares remained indifferent and spoke again,
“Do you know the legend of the Nightmare?”
Mike’s expression turned peculiar.
No way, no way!
Ares wouldn’t have another sword epiphany, would he?
Ares’s voice drifted on the wind,
“Long ago, at the edge of dreams, there were creatures called Nightmares. Nightmares could cross the boundary between reality and dreams, entering people’s sleep to create the deepest fears and despair. They fed on human fear, and each invasion made people experience endless pain and torment in their dreams until their spirits broke. That’s the story of the Nightmare.” After hearing the Nightmare story, the Fifth demon god fell silent, warily watching Ares. “Don’t worry, it’s just a story. I haven’t had a sword epiphany yet.”
The Fifth demon god’s heart, which had been hanging in suspense, hadn’t fully settled. This sword move wasn’t like a McDonald’s burger, ready to eat just like that.
Even driving a car required warming up first!
Ares tilted his head slightly, tapped his temple with his finger, then straightened up,
“Now I’ve had the epiphany. This move is called [Nightmare Blade]!”
He brandished his sword!
The sword slashed the demon god!
History is just events repeating themselves.
First came [Twilight], then [Nightmare Blade].
These two moves left the Fifth demon god wishing for death.
But he survived!
No matter how long the dream, there comes a moment of waking.
Twilight or Nightmare Blade, they only served to torment the Fifth demon god further!
After taking two strikes, the Fifth demon god’s aura didn’t diminish but grew stronger. He sneered, “Ares’s swordsmanship is nothing special!”
“Whether it’s Nightmare Blade or Twilight, the pain is real, but in the endless cycles of suffering, I’ve found a glimmer of hope…”
The Fifth demon god declared resolutely, “A dream is just a dream, reality is reality! No matter how many nightmares I have, they… can’t hurt me at all!!”
Listening to the Fifth demon god, Mike nodded slowly.
As expected of a demon god, his mouth was really hard.
Was this guy the Supreme Demon God’s cock?
He seemed harder than Ares’s sword!
Too bad, if the Fifth demon god hadn’t been writhing in pain and wailing earlier, Mike might have believed him!
To be fair, the torment was real. But after two dreams, the Fifth demon god did gain something. He found a new way, seemingly discovering a method to deal with the
nightmares.
He had endured countless nightmares, and each time he woke, Morpheus’s lingering power weakened a bit!
The Fifth demon god calculated in his mind.
If he could endure ten more [Nightmare Blade] strikes, he would develop resistance, and the nightmares would no longer be something to fear!
Of course, for the Fifth demon god, dying outright would be the best outcome.
But the humans were very consistent.
They kept the Fifth demon god alive, no matter how much he begged for death. freёwebnovel.com
If he couldn’t die, then he had to settle for the next best thing.
The Fifth demon god could use today’s method, enduring more nightmares to wear down Morpheus’s residual influence!
So, the Fifth demon god even looked forward to Ares’s third move!
The wind stirred the sand and stones on the ground, and Ares remained silent.
Professor Cedric beside Mike suddenly spoke, emphasizing again,
“Watch closely, learn well.”
“I have a feeling that the next move will be the pinnacle of Ares’s life!”
Cedric Blackwell’s comment reached Ares’s ears, and he smiled slightly, “Since becoming a Supreme Being, when have my moves not been at their peak?”
Cedric Blackwell nodded slightly, “Fair point.”
Listening to their conversation, Mike fell into thought.
Is this how they usually flatter each other?
Is it possible that Maxen can’t use a sword, not because he’s bad at it, but because he’s too
bad at flattery?
He can’t join the [Peak Swordsmanship Mutual Flattery League]?
If Mike taught Maxen a few flattering phrases, would he have a chance to join?
But he couldn’t teach him for free. How much should he charge Maxen per word?
Mike shook his head. Ares was about to make his third move; he couldn’t afford to be distracted thinking about Maxen!
First came [Nightmare Blade], then [Twilight], both moves tailored for the Fifth demon god!
If used on the battlefield, they would be quite effective.
Forcing someone to sleep, a moment of distraction, enough to die a thousand deaths!
Mike noted in his mind, “Very cool, must find a chance to learn!”
The third move.
A familiar opening, Ares began another history lesson for the Fifth demon god.
“Greek goddess Hecate, ruler of magic and night. She once forged a Nightmare Sword, making
it impossible to distinguish between Illusory and Reality.
When this sword strikes, there is no pain.
Your consciousness will alternate between dream and reality. What happens in the dream may
be exactly the same as reality, or it may be completely different.
You might wake up at any moment, or you might never wake up.
This move is called [Illusory Reality], and its duration can be a moment or forever.”
The Fifth demon god focused intently, readying himself.
He could feel the extreme pressure; it was coming, it was really coming!
This time, he could withstand it!
He had to!
Bring it on!
Seconds passed, and Ares made no move, instead turning and walking away.
Fifth demon god: ???
Mike: ???
Did Ares actually make the third move?
Ares’s sword was so fast, no one could see it.
He might have struck, or he might not have.
No, the real question was, did Ares truly comprehend the third move?
Mike didn’t know, and neither did the Fifth demon god!
But Mike didn’t need to worry about this problem!
The one being struck was the Fifth demon god, what did it matter to Mike?
If the move was real, Ares’s strike would leave the Fifth demon god unable to distinguish between dream and reality!
If he painstakingly returned to his supreme existence, filled with joy, only to suddenly wake
up and realize it was all an empty illusion, a grand dream!
He would go mad!
Though he was already mad, this would be madness upon madness, double the insanity and
torment!
As long as this move existed, the Fifth demon god would never find peace!
He would never be able to tell what was real and what was fake.
If the move was fake…
The Fifth demon god couldn’t believe it was fake. He was already eternally tormented by
nightmares, unable to forget Morpheus’s image.
Would there now be two men in his nightmares from today onward?
If he had known this would happen, he wouldn’t have listened to the Archdemon and
cooperated with the second demon god!
The Fifth demon god regretted it deeply, but it was too late.
In the void above, Cedric Blackwell, who had worked seamlessly with Ares for years, asked at
the perfect moment:
“Did you really comprehend [Illusory Reality]?”
For a warrior, the mastery of this move was beyond imagination.
It was worth asking.
Ares’s lips curled into a slight smile, and he chuckled:
“You guess.”