Chapter 392: The Beetle
Chapter 392: The Beetle
"Tsk, what a violent woman!"
Scorpion Chief looked up at the night sky, covered in fragments of dream creatures, and couldn't help but click his tongue. He then beckoned to the puppet that had emerged from the box.
"It's your turn... Check every dream creature she lets slip by."
Hearing the tall, thin man's words, the pale puppet, who had been staring intently at Lyon, nodded. Its slender body awkwardly straightened up, imitating Scorpion Chief's actions, and looked up at the blood-red sky.
"Roar!!!"
In the instant the pale puppet raised its head, the sky, covered in sharp red hair, suddenly filled with countless tiny black dots.
Even though the Red-Haired Director's killing efficiency was astonishing, with countless dream creatures being sliced into fragments by the crimson hair net every second, the endless stream of dream creatures in the Nightmare River seemed to have no end. They continuously spewed out new nightmares.
Under the relentless assault of the infinite dream creatures, the crimson canopy created by the Red-Haired Director eventually showed some gaps. Some of the more solid and hideous elite nightmares, covered in wounds, managed to break through the Slaughter Blood Hair's blockade and squeezed into reality, their bodies drenched in blood.
The grinning phantom draped in gray mist, the headless knight wielding a bone whip, the skeleton colossus made of thin bones, and the thin-robed beauty arriving with the blizzard... One by one, these figures from stories and nightmares appeared vividly before Lyon and his companion.
...
These things... seemed familiar, as if he had heard of them somewhere before.
Lyon looked up at the dream creatures, eager to pounce on the Capital City, and his eyes revealed a thoughtful expression.
The grinning phantom shrouded in gray fog... It seemed to be from a folk tale in the Black Forest Kingdom, a monster that roamed the wilderness, preying on lost travelers. And the headless knight with a bone whip was likely a messenger who extracted the spines of evildoers as an offering to the God of Death.
The skeleton colossus also seemed to be from some legend, probably assembled from the remains of corpses during famines and wars, devouring anything it could to satisfy its hunger. And the beautiful woman with translucent pale skin, arriving with the blizzard, was from an ancient tale in the Northern Kingdom.
Compared to the countless dream creatures easily sliced apart by the Director, these nightmares that managed to squeeze into reality seemed to have much greater "fame."
So for these dream creatures, the more people who knew about them or even believed in their existence, the easier it was for them to appear in nightmares, and the stronger the resulting dream creatures became.
"Squeak."
As Lyon pondered the origins of these dream creatures, the pale puppet, covered in thorns, shook its head. Its ball-like body stiffly rotated a few times, and its unsettling hollow gaze fixed on the grinning phantom at the forefront.
"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!"
The sound of the puppet's joints twisting echoed again, but this time, it didn't appear beside Lyon. Instead, it manifested in the night sky above the Capital City.
To Lyon's surprise, the grinning phantom, shrouded in mist, that enjoyed preying on lost travelers, strangely solidified and slumped down like the puppet.
Immediately after, the headless knight riding the skeleton horse also fell, its armor shattering into pieces, revealing pale arms and legs like the puppet's, lifelessly lying among the scattered armor fragments.
(End of Chapter)Even the skeleton colossus, taller than the clock tower in the capital city, had at some point transformed into an incredibly tall and sturdy gray puppet. It was completely immobile, and if it moved even slightly, the thorns covering its body would pierce it, causing blood to gush out. It howled in pain.
"There are fewer leaks than I expected... Let's kill a batch first!"
After glancing at the nightmares that had turned into puppets in the sky, the tall and thin Scorpion Director muttered to himself. He drew out a slender stiletto sword from a box and thrust it into the silent puppet standing beside him, piercing its heart in a swift and decisive manner.
As if triggered by a chain reaction, the elite nightmares captured by the gray puppet's gaze suddenly trembled in unison. A small rhombus-shaped wound suddenly appeared on their chests, and a gush of bright red blood spurted out.
Whether it was the foggy titan, whose size was similar to an ordinary person, or the skeleton colossus, over a hundred meters tall, they all let out desperate screams the moment the small sword wound appeared. In an instant, they all died, their bodies crumbling and collapsing to the ground, turning into a pile of remains floating in the night sky.
"Keep watching, try not to miss any!"
After giving a reminder to the puppet still gazing up at the night sky, the Scorpion Director sheathed his stiletto sword and searched through his box while holding the still-bloody sword. "You're Lyon, right... That nightmare I met before coming here, what it said was mostly nonsense, but one thing it said was right."
He took out a bottle the size of a human head from the bottom of the box, opened it, and poured out a black-gold beetle. The tall and thin Scorpion Director extended his hand towards Lyon and said coldly, "Give me Olivia's hair, then go wherever you need to go. This isn't a place for a third-class purifier like you to stay."
"..."
Lyon couldn't help but look up at the sky after seeing his hand, steady as a statue.
The headless knight and the skeleton colossus' corpses were still floating in the capital's night sky. This time, the Scorpion Director who wanted his hair probably wasn't a nightmare in disguise, but...
"Sorry, my task is to follow you and notify the director once we find the Nightmare King."
"Hmph... So why not just give me the hair directly? What use is there in keeping you around, you useless burden?"
"This has nothing to do with me, but I trust the director's judgment. There must be a reason why she asked me to stay."
"Haha, suit yourself."
The Scorpion Bureau Director glanced at the red hair wrapped around Lyon's shoulder and scowled in disgust. He then quickened his pace, emptying the bottle of nail-sized black-gold beetles onto the ground. He then took out a palm-sized mother beetle from the bottom of the bottle and attached it to his chest.
"Ssss! Ssss! Ssss!"
As the tall and thin Scorpion Director finished his actions, the scattered black-gold beetles let out sharp cries. After the beetles had cried for a while, he twirled the mother beetle's antennae, and the palm-sized pure gold mother beetle started to cry.
(End of chapter]
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