Amidst Nightmare's words...
Arati and the others turned to look at Alka and the others.
At this point, Alka and the others were only average in strength within the entire team.
However, they stood there calmly and composedly.
Even the Crystal Dragon spat disdainfully to the side.
"Urulius! You're a girl!" Jason turned and lectured her.
The Crystal Dragon turned away with disdain, gazing at the incessantly chattering Devouring Mouth with contempt.
The look was filled with utmost contempt.
However, Nightmare clearly knew Alka and the others' identities, yet he hadn't revealed them yet.
Instead, he directed the demon's attention to Alka and the others, who had been watching the show from the sidelines.
Forcing the Devouring Mouth to abandon its evil ways.
He couldn't wait any longer.
"Devil from Hell? Nothing you can do can shake my resolve." Jason spoke calmly, a faint holy light emanating from him.
The others silently watched him begin his antics.
"My patience has run out. Die now."
The Devourer flapped its wings fiercely, its body transformed into a stream of blood-red light, and in an instant, it flew towards them.
"Stop."
Alka pointed at the demon in the sky.
In an instant, the Devourer, charging towards them, was pinned to the ground.
The Devourer's orange eyes were filled with disbelief.
Alati and the others stared at Alka with wide eyes.
A cracking sound echoed.
The Devourer broke free from its restraints, flapped its wings, and retreated. Then, it cast various energy shields over itself.
A flash of light.
He was covered in various resistance effects.
His eyes were fixed on Alka.
"Attack!"
The surrounding demons roared, charging towards them like a tide.
At this moment, Alka waved his hand gently, and the cloaking status he had just applied to himself instantly disappeared. A silver crown shrouded in mist was placed on his head.
He raised his hands and clapped them gently.
"Snap, snap, snap."
"Your performance just now was very hard-working. I enjoyed it."
Alka smiled.
Then he pointed to the surrounding demons and said, "Thank you for the gifts."
Alka had been waiting because he had discovered that these demons possessed very useful items, especially for dreams.
"Are you the Dream Kings?" The Devouring Mouth stared at Alka.
"Puzzlement filled his eyes."
"Why? Why would a human be one of the kings of the dream?" He couldn't understand.
This completely defied common sense.
"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
The demons swarmed over them, all sorts of energy bombs already flying towards them.
"Snap!"
Alka snapped his fingers softly.
A mirror, almost completely filling the entire area, suddenly appeared above their heads, then swooped down to cover them.
It flipped over, dragging them into the dream's mirror dimension.
And this mirror dimension was the realm Alka had arrived in.
This was exactly what he had been waiting for.
A shadow-robed figure appeared beside Alka.
"King!"
A large number of white mist-like creatures suddenly emerged from the surroundings.
They launched a powerful attack directly at the demons charging towards them.
Vast swathes of white mist swirl among the demons.
"Disrespect Your Majesty!"
"Demons invading the world?"
"Die!"
These vast numbers of mist-like creatures vary in form, with countless sixth- and fifth-stage creatures.
In Alka's dreamland, the demons' strength has been reduced to the absolute minimum.
A seemingly harmless ball of mist suddenly extended two enormous claws.
The claws, made of mist, lashed out fiercely.
A demon's wings were torn to rags, and with a fierce swing of the other claw,
the demon was chopped into several pieces.
Seeing these normally harmless mist-like creatures fighting so ferociously, Alka quickly declared, "Don't kill them. Imprison these demons!"
At this moment, a massive crystal throne appeared in the void above them. Alka's body slowly floated and landed on the throne.
This gave him a more precise control over the entire Dream Realm, allowing him to make more precise adjustments.
"As you command, my king!"
A disembodied voice echoed from the surroundings.
The mist creatures, which had been attacking with such ferocity, became somewhat restrained, and began to use various cloud-like methods to bind the demons.
However, Alka had also said that they were merely imprisoning the demons, not necessarily ensuring their pristine condition.
A blade-like mist creature swung its hand, completely severing a demon's wing.
"Ahhh! Damn it!"
Before the demon could utter a word, three cloud-like spears pierced it.
Then, impaling it on the spears, it was lifted up, ensuring its survival.
He raised his mist creatures and began attacking other demons with more mist spears.
One could see demon after demon, strung together like candied haws, held beside him.
These mist creatures controlled and captured these demons according to their own understanding.
"Honestly, they look more like demons than they actually are," Pororo grumbled, observing the situation in the sky.
Some of the mist creatures' methods of capture were truly unexpected.
For example, they would rip off all moving parts.
Or, using some incomprehensible power, they would link these demons together into a mass of flesh.
The crystal structures below shimmered faintly. Some powerful mist creatures imprisoned the mid-level demons they had captured and placed them around the crystal structures.
These crystal structures had a similar all-purpose effect.
A cloud of energy similarly surged from the building, trapping the demons and binding them tightly.
Then, the mist-like creatures soared into the sky, capturing more demons.
With complete home-field advantage, the demons were powerless to fight back.
Like chickens raised on a farm, the mist-like creatures were like a farmer engaging in a chicken-catching competition.
Most of their attacks were ineffective against the mist-like creatures.
To truly inflict an effective attack on these mist-like creatures, one must target their souls and spirits.
Or perhaps even a higher level of energy.
There was no other way.
Mirrors appeared in the surrounding space, one after another, completely covering the shattered cracks in the outer space.
As soon as a demon emerged, it would enter his realm.
Countless mist-like creatures surrounded and waited.
Treating this place like a buffet.
"Intruder, feel the world's wrath!"
The misty white wolf roared, swallowing a fifth-stage demon in one gulp.
Then it expelled the demon from its tail, completely engulfed in mist, unable to move.
The cultists were utterly bewildered by the sudden change.
Perhaps because Alka hadn't given clear instructions, the surrounding mist creatures only attacked the demons, not them.
They were momentarily unsure whether to aid the demons in their attacks.
It was clear that the demons were powerless to fight back.
Until they suddenly realized they couldn't move at all.
Looking up, they saw Alka, seated on the misty crystal throne, staring at them with a faint smile.
Shadow Robe, now at Alka's side, waved gently toward the cultists.
A flood of light and shadow enveloped the cultists completely.
"Shadow Robe, am I correct? These demons are rare treasures."
Shadow Robe nodded. "You are correct, Your Majesty. They are exactly what we need."
Only after hearing this did Alka nod.
Then he stared down at the Devouring Mouth, held firmly in place by Shadow Robe's black light and shadow energy.
"Thank you, thank you for sending so many of your compatriots. You are a good man, a good demon, I mean."
"Damn it, mortal, don't get cocky. This time, you win."
He spoke angrily, then immediately pulled away a part of himself.
Kalluto's body was returning to its original state.
"Come as you please, leave as you please?"
A clattering sound echoed through the sky.
Phantom, wearing a pair of crystal antlers, appeared beside the demon.
A large amount of white mist enveloped the demon, dragging its screaming red soul out.
The pink mist in Alka's hand transformed into a spear, which he hurled.
The pink mist immediately struck the drawn demon soul.
The enveloping pink mist immediately enveloped it, condensing it into a spherical pink mist ball.
Phantom brought the ball to Alka.
It contained a portion of the Devouring Mouth that had just descended upon Kalutor.
Now, it would follow the rules of the dream.
Become Alka's trophy.
Alka was the hunter of the dream.
Jason leaned against the crystal dragon. "So, are these creatures flying around us every day so powerful?"
Looking at the giant, mist-like creatures around them, they slaughtered the demons without a trace, slaughtering them like chickens and dogs.
Due to the slight difference between the power displayed in dreams and in reality, the crowd couldn't tell what stage these dream creatures were at.
Alka simply calculated based on the essence of his dreams.
At this moment, the gardener and others beside them observed the situation.
From their own despair to the slaughter of the enemies, it took only a moment.
They looked at Alka on the throne.
It felt strangely unreal.
Some seemed to feel that their prayers had worked. Had they really summoned a dream king to help?
Although the reality was not quite what they had prayed for.
As the Devouring Mouth descended upon Calusentor, a portion of him was melted by Alka.
The original portals leading to the Abyss also vanished one by one, the cracks completely repaired by the dream.
The demons that had already been transported were also completely captured and tied tightly around various buildings below.
"I leave those demons in your care. Do you know how to use them?"
Hearing Alka's words, Shadow Robe nodded.
"This isn't the first time these demons have invaded. Rest assured, Your Majesty."
Alka nodded, then stepped down from the throne and jumped to the side of Sofia and the others.
"Your Majesty, how dare you walk on this impoverished land yourself? This is disrespectful to you," Jason said, hunched over beside Alka.
Looking at Jason's humiliation, Alka rolled his eyes and bumped into him.
"Stop being so rude here."
"Hahaha."
Alka arrived in front of the gardener and the others.
The gardener looked at Alka and nodded with a hint of respect.
"Thank you, thank you for everything."
"That's not necessary. I never thought this demon's so-called backup plan would actually backfire.
They're just unlucky."
Alka said with a smile.
Even though he said that, he probably knew why the demon had dragged this area into the dream.
Besides the flower fairy needing to be revived in the dream,
The main reason was the nightmare Alka had previously dealt with. Clearly, from their previous exchange, he harbored an unusual hatred for the Devouring Mouth.
Although the two had collaborated to some extent, the nightmare had deceived him at the most crucial point.
Nine truths and one lie—even this cunning demon couldn't have imagined such a situation. At this crucial juncture, something completely defied common sense.
After all, Alka's strength in reality was only at the fourth stage, making him a mere ant to the Devouring Mouth.
To the very end, he still didn't understand why Alka was the King of Dreams.
And within the realm of black fog...
Nightmare was laughing madly, his laughter echoing wildly throughout his nightmare realm.
"Hahahaha, look at that shocked expression? What kind of interesting expression can you see on this damned fellow's face? It's so funny!
I'm going to make a video of his performance today and spread it around. I want everyone to see it!
This arrogant thing is like a clown performing on stage. Hahahaha!"
On the other side...
"This isn't the place to talk. Let's go upstairs," Alka said, raising his hands.
The energy that had been swirling around the area beneath their feet, a reserve, began to lift the entire area upward.
Though the people above could see the surrounding dreamscape rapidly falling downward, they felt no sign of any upward movement.
The moment they ascended, they had left Alka's dreamland.
After a quick ascent, they were back on land.
The surrounding scene remained largely unchanged from when they had left.
The ground beneath their feet showed no signs of damage, as if the shattered earth they had just stepped on in their dream had been merely an illusion.
"Back? We're back?"
"Finally, thank the Virgin Mary!"
"Thank you, Lord Alka!"
The guards, upon seeing their return, exclaimed in ecstasy.
As soon as they ascended...
Several birds, formed of blue lines, landed on the shoulders of Gilliana, Arati the Gardener, and the others.
Clearly, something was amiss.
"Not good! Many areas are under attack," Gilliana said, frowning.
When they were dragged into the dream, the negative energy drawn down by the distant energy fluctuations was divided into several parts. Some was given to other scattered groups, causing attacks on other villages.
The rituals were performed in these attacked areas.
The ritual that dragged them into the dream was a large-scale ritual involving the surrounding cult forces and themselves.
"Let's go support! The enemy's main force is
"The troops have all collapsed here. We still have time to rush over." Arati said, looking at the empty area ahead.
The cultists hadn't ascended with them, but had been left behind in the kingdom.
"There's no time to lose, let's go."
Without having time to discuss the events of their recent dream, the group quickly dispersed.
They hurried towards the surrounding villages.
Thankfully, their condition hadn't been significantly affected; after all, they were spectators in the dream world.
However, the attacks on the surrounding villages weren't too severe.
After all, the main cultists had reached their location.
Although it was somewhat unexpected, they had effectively eliminated the enemy's main force.
The attackers in other areas were pirates and a small number of cultists.
With their return, they quickly eliminated the cultists. Now, only some cleanup remained.
Arka and the others did not reunite with the gardener and his companions.
After all, they must have been busy.
In contrast, after clearing out the cult images, Arka and his companions had some free time.
Bloody and exhausted, they returned to camp.
And their boat was carrying an unconscious man.
It was the man they had been searching for, Kalutor, possessed by the Devouring Mouth.
Kalutor still wore the appearance of a demon.
He had only returned to his original demonic form, and his body had become somewhat dry, even to the point of being tattered. He was emaciated.
His emaciated body was covered in wounds, even cracks visible.
For a mere mortal, carrying the power of the Devouring Mouth with a body only at the fourth stage, forcibly elevating it to the sixth stage, was clearly an extremely draining undertaking.
How could a mortal, bearing the presence of those evil gods, possibly survive such a formidable force?
Death afterward was their inevitable fate, perhaps even the highest honor for these cultists.
Even if Alka and the others didn't kill him now, he wouldn't be able to live much longer.
Narvi sat by the boat. He looked up at the unconscious Kaluto lying on the deck.
Looking at his devilish appearance.
Without any sympathy, he simply stared at him intently, wondering what he was thinking.
As the ship slowly docked at the camp,
The devilish Kaluto seemed to regain consciousness slightly, slowly opening his eyes.
The pain and weakness throughout his body made even opening his eyes extremely difficult.
After opening his eyes, he couldn't even turn his head as he took in the situation on the ship.
Looking at Alka and the others around him.
Looking at Narvi in front of him.
"Your God has abandoned you."
"Hmph!" Kaluto snorted with his limited strength.
Alka stepped directly over Kaluto's body, left the ship, and returned to the camp.
Everyone followed suit.
Only Alka's voice could be heard: "He's in your hands. Now it's your choice." "
Narvi just watched.
Looking at his former blood relative.
A faint holy light appeared in his hand, energy accumulating on the blade.
The blade slashed.
"Pay your blood debt, and so will I."