Chapter 620: The Purebred Lyon
Chapter 620: The Purebred Lyon
As a swarm of "Nightmarion" emerged from nowhere and surrounded him, Nightmare Lyon's eyebrows rose slightly, and he exclaimed in astonishment, "You are... humans?"
"Die!"
Without any intention of engaging in idle chatter, the group of cleaners, following the tradition of the Cleaning Bureau to strike first and complain later, immediately grabbed their weapons and charged... and began releasing anomalies.
The horned man, who had once been Lyon's classmate, roared and his body suddenly inflated tenfold. With a chaotic array of effects, he charged ahead towards Nightmare Lyon.
Nightmare Lyon's legs had already turned to stone, and countless white feathers drifted down from above, locking onto every possible position Lyon could teleport to. A rusty sickle blade gently yet bloodily slit his throat.
Cleaners from the Cleaning Bureau? Why would they come to the Soul-sink Abyss?
After having his neck sliced in half by the sickle, Nightmare Lyon, with his head slightly raised, frowned. The mirror crown on his head flickered slightly.
Just then, the horned man, who had already charged halfway, suddenly stopped. With a look of terror, he fell headlong, closed his eyes tightly, and began to struggle desperately in the pitch-black river.
"No! No! Don't eat me!"
At the same time, the other cleaners who were launching their attacks were also instantly pulled into their own nightmares by the flickering mirror crown. They fell to the ground, screaming and writhing in agony.
"Run! Lyon's gone crazy again!"
"Director, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have come!"
"Help! Lyon is eating people!!!"
In an instant, the offensive of over four hundred cleaners was shattered, leaving only two first-class cleaners standing.
After blocking the nightmare forcibly imposed by the mirror crown, Abigail and the other first-class cleaner's attacks became even more fierce. The rusty sickle blades seemed to swim through Nightmare Lyon's flesh, leaving countless scars on his body.
At the same time, surprisingly, no blood flowed from Nightmare Lyon's body, which was covered in cuts. Instead, it resembled a torn feather pillow, bursting with fine white down that mingled with the gray mist surrounding him, creating a loud, sizzling sound like oil being poured into water...
Is that all?
Nightmare Lyon didn't even bother to change his expression. He grabbed the gray mist that covered his body and shook it off, like dust.
Poof!
The loose gray mist around him suddenly solidified and turned into a gray robe. The deep, gruesome wounds on his body disappeared as if they were mere dust on his clothes, and Nightmare Lyon brushed them off. They turned into small fragments of nightmares that fell into the River of Nightmares below.
"Boring."
After receiving the full attack of the two first-class cleaners, Nightmare Lyon narrowed his eyes and warned, "Listen up. Although I didn't obtain all the powers of [Nightmare], I have already transcended the boundary between humans and gods. You can't afford to provoke me, and likewise, I have no intention of causing trouble for the Cleaning Bureau."
"So I'll give you one chance. No matter how you got here, if you leave my territory immediately, I'll spare you... Damn it!"
A furious roar was heard as Nightmare Lyon realized something was wrong and hastily retreated.
The silver arm holding a small knife still emerged from the sickle's blade, swiftly slicing through the crown on its head, and before it could react, it grabbed the falling half of the crown and disappeared into the mirror-like blade.
...
It seems that an ambush is still necessary!
Taking advantage of the extreme speed effect of the Minos Mercury Spell, Leon severed the crown on Nightmare Leon's head with a single stroke, and half of his body was coated with the spell's effects. Leon's expression instantly relaxed slightly.
Nightmare Leon and the Scarecrow Nightmare wasted no time, and the cleaners naturally didn't just stand by. Instead, they seized the opportunity to quickly hold a pre-battle meeting, preparing to kill this nightmare that had almost reached godhood. The successful beheading of the mirror crown was the greatest achievement of this brief meeting.
Leon's memory of the effect of the mirror crown on Nightmare Leon's head was profound. It was the nightmare granted by that crown that had enraged him to the point of destroying half of the dream realm. Even after realizing that it was a non-existent nightmare, his mood remained low for a long time.
Now that there was an opportunity to destroy one of Nightmare Leon's "exclusive weapons" through an ambush, Leon naturally chose the crown he had a grudge against. After disabling the crown that could force people into dreams within a range, the cleaners who would have been instantly defeated now had a chance to utilize their abilities...
"Abigail!"
Seeing the success of the "Crown-Severing" plan, Mason, who had created an opportunity for Leon with his scythe, was overjoyed. Before he could urge her further, a castrato-like, clear singing voice echoed from Abigail's hiding place.
"Don't eat me! I... huh?"
"The Director will avenge me! You... hmm?"
"I peed my pants, and you're still going to eat me? You're not picky at all... Ahh!"
With the mirror crown shattered, the soothing song spread, and the cleaners who had been dragged into the nightmare suddenly broke free from the nightmare Leon had been chasing them in. One by one, they regained their senses.
As for Nightmare Leon, who witnessed everything, his expression instantly became a mix of various emotions—anger, resentment, astonishment, and shock—flashing across his face.
Just as his expression was turning into boundless rage, ready to face the retaliation of the Cleaning Bureau and make these damn humans pay, a figure he was all too familiar with suddenly appeared, lifting a non-existent strange curtain in Nightmare Leon's field of vision.
"You've already lost!"
Just as Leon was secretly gesturing to the other cleaners, preparing to say a few words to buy some time for them to cast more curses, he saw Nightmare Leon suddenly shuddered all over and, without hesitation, turned and ran away!"
What?!!!
Leon couldn't help but feel embarrassed as he watched himself, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, now fleeing without even uttering a harsh word.
Well, it's no surprise that I've learned this tactic from him—the ability to immediately switch strategies upon sensing something amiss.
(End of Chapter)
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