Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 727 - 680
"Damn it! She dares to desecrate the gods!" Trivank was furious, completely disregarding any plan, looking thoroughly enraged.
"Calm down! Her aim is precisely to anger you, to make you charge out and expose yourself! Don't forget why we're here!" Kelin grabbed Trivank, trying hard to help him control his emotions.
However, Trivank was already overwhelmed. He shoved Kelin aside, yelling at him, "Someone is desecrating the Divine, desecrating the faith, and yet you urge me to stay calm? Have you also betrayed the gods?"
With Trivank's roar, his skin began to writhe once more, and his whole body swelled up like a balloon.
Seeing this scene, Kelin knew their plan was a bust. If they didn't escape quickly, they'd soon face a full-scale assault from the dream's master who controlled the entire world.
In fact, when Kelin saw the sky suddenly rain with red wine and heard the rousing music in his ears, he realized that Perfikot had already discovered it was a dream and could control this realm.
After all, a Dreamwalker's ability is merely to invade dreams, not to control the dreams of others.
If they could control others' dreams, they would not be Dreamwalkers anymore.
To put it simply, these guys can only invade someone else's dream and apply some influence beneficial to themselves or implant small suggestions.
Usually, they can achieve their goals so long as the dream's owner doesn't realize they're dreaming and doesn't know they can control the dream.
Once the dream's owner realizes they can control the dream, it becomes the worst nightmare for the Dreamwalker.
An ordinary person might not do much since their imagination is limited, at best causing the dream to collapse.
But for someone like Perfikot, who can realize they are dreaming and immediately control their dreams, invading their dreams is practically courting death.
Even though one won't really die in a dream, being killed too many times in the dream would still cause one's consciousness to dissipate and become a living corpse.
Moreover, invading someone else's dream is already an exceedingly dangerous endeavor. If the dream collapses, the dream owner might just wake up feeling they had a nightmare.
Yet for the invader, it equals being caught in a world-ending apocalypse, and one wrong move might drop them into the deepest part of the dream.
No one knows what that is, and no one has really been there, but most Dreamwalkers are very aware and adhere to the commandment to never easily tread into the deepest dream—they know you can't come back from there.
And now, they are about to face an awakened master of the dream who can even imagine the gods.
This had already left Kelin profoundly shocked.
After all, the Ancient Gods are eerily ancient, at least thousands of years old, and stories and information about them have long gone extinct for an unknown time. A mortal might have heard legends or stories, but absolutely could not have truly seen the Divine nor emulated them.
For anyone trying to simulate the gods in their mind, the stories are a significant hurdle to constructing their likeness.
Because humans cannot imagine something they don't understand.
So even if they thought of shaping the gods in their minds, they couldn't truly create the Divine, at best making an incongruous puppet without soul and power.
But Perfikot had indeed seen the gods, still possessing the sensations from the last time she saw the War God, which made the Divine imagery she crafted incredibly lifelike—not only having an imposing presence but looking indistinguishable in appearance and aura from a real Divine.
If it were just puppets devoid of breath and soul, Trivank could still control his emotions, since he was merely a fanatic and not insane.
Everything in the dream was false; even the crafted gods were just a thought within the dream.
But if these false puppets suddenly possessed an aura comparable to reality and were perfectly replicated 1:1, to Trivank it became highly convincing.
He nearly worshipped the fake Divine created by Perfikot if Kelin hadn't held him back.
But now, this guy is in a state of extreme rage over the Divine kneeling to Perfikot, and even Kelin couldn't restrain him.
Thus, a giant monster appeared on the golden streets in the city.
It had the upper body of a human but the lower body of a caterpillar, looking both disgusting and sinister.
Its body was covered in sticky slime, looking like a slug hatched out of a shell.
The slime seemed toxic as it corroded the ground, even though the entire city had turned into pure gold.
Seeing this, Perfikot laughed recklessly.
At the same time, she was enraged; such a disgusting monster intruded into her dream, making her feel the realm was unclean.
"Since it's dirty, it must be cleaned!" Perfikot drew her Golden Touching Rod, pointing it at the monster, and shouted, "Fire and brimstone shall fall from the sky! The wrathful wave of Nabisstin shall strike!"
Immediately, countless fireballs rained down from the sky, igniting everything around the monster, while overwhelming floods poured down as if the sky had fallen.
The flood did not extinguish the flames; instead, the flames burned the water.
In the forefront of the turbulent waters appeared the image of eight massive horses, soon transforming into eight fire horses, charging straight at the monster.
Seeing this apocalyptic disaster, Kelin felt utterly despairing, knowing they were completely doomed.
But giving up resistance here wasn't an option either. He sighed helplessly, then tore away his disguise, transforming into a cloak resembling torn black cloth, an indistinct, slender figure, facing the oncoming fiery flood alongside the monster Trivank had become.
"Jump to the roof!" Even in dreams, outright defying would lead to death," Kelin knew far more about dreams than Trivank. Here, everything followed the dream owner's beliefs; if she believed you'd perish, you would.
Hence, Kelin didn't want to gamble on whether the fire and flood, clearly not benign, might kill him or whether he could withstand them.
