The bullet penetrated the unknown being's head.

Magical firearms.

Its impact kinetic energy is extremely strong.

Especially the moment it just ejaculates.

Mike watched as the being's head was broken open, and a hole was exposed in it.

But then, streaks of blood were sewed up, and the man just tilted his head and returned to his original state.

"Mother Goddess..." Mike swallowed.

He thought that such monsters only appeared in stories and news.

Unexpectedly, it appeared in front of him at this moment.

He holds a magical firearm in his hand.

But the firearms that had allowed him to roam the Restoration City in the past could not bring him any sense of security at this time.

His body trembled with fear, and the muzzle of the gun turned slightly, pointing at himself.

Although the guards of Restoration City are decayed.

But he still knows some basic common sense.

No matter how unwilling you are.

He also knew that if he fell into the hands of such a thing, his life would be worse than death!

He gritted his teeth fiercely, pointed it at himself, and pulled the trigger.

Gunshots rang out.

The expected pain did not appear.

Mike opened his eyes blankly.

The bar is still in chaos.

The lights flickered, and the sound of music was noisy.

That being is still sitting there.

His own gun is also in his hand.

what happened……

A chill dampened his clothes.

He gently cupped his fingers to his throat.

A muzzle.

He put his trembling hands on his head.

The skull has been cracked.

He looked at his red hands in shock.

This is a fatal injury.

As long as it is for human beings, this is a fatal injury.

What he didn't understand was that he was still alive.

Be conscious.

There are all kinds of tactile sensations, but there is no pain of fatal injury.

Ken watched Mike's movements, picked up the unused red wine glass on the table, and poured himself a glass of ale.

Due to the distortion around his body, the wine glass broke as soon as he got it.

This is Mike Allick's dream.

But under the influence of Emilia's power.

This is no longer a dream.

What Ken gained was Emilia's power.

That is the power that controls dreams.

Emilia's power is to replace the original main world with dreams.

So this can also be said to be reality.

A reality that can be controlled.

Under his control, with the people in front of him, he couldn't even die.

And as his willpower decreases.

Ken's control over this dream is getting stronger and stronger.

Now, Ken can even make Mike stay in a dream forever, and his body can only die in his sleep.

Mike Alick lowered his head.

He was originally supposed to be the master of dreams.

But at this time, he has been reversely controlled by the dream and has become a prisoner of the dream.

Ken regretfully put down the broken glass.

He asked slowly: "First question, why did Baron Alik ask you to guard the mansion in the afternoon."

"I...I am a member of the Restoration City Guards." Mike replied with a blank look in his eyes: "Baron Alik...he asked me...to deal with anyone who knows about the strange movements in the mansion..."

Emilia is the evil god after all.

Under the control of the corrosive power, Mike Alik was like a puppet on strings, spitting out everything he knew.

"Why does Baron Alik want to deal with the people who know about the strange activities in the mansion?" Ken asked.

"I don't know..." Mike replied decisively.

A famous nobleman.

Inexplicably, he asked his men to clear out those who knew about the vibration in the mansion.

This is why the man in front of me fired without mercy.

He saw the little girl Emilia following him, but for him, his mission was to clear out the people who were close to the mansion.

If an ordinary person with his sister knocked on the door, he would probably die and disappear forever in the corner of Restoration City.

I guess it wasn't the first time he had done something like this.

Mike Alick, this man was very decisive when he fired.

"Who is that bear-like country bumpkin?" Ken asked.

"He is a partner of Baron Alik..." Mike said with dull eyes: "Baron Alik said... let me be on full standby... I will do whatever he asks me to do, treat him as

baron……"

"What does he look like?"

"Just...very dark and strong...wearing a very old black leather jacket. He looks like someone who just came from the countryside..."

Baron Alik didn't just cover up the tremors in the mansion.

He also handed over his black gloves to an unknown collaborator.

These dignitaries of the Restoration City.

He is indeed planning something.

"How do I contact this person?" Ken looked at Mike seriously and asked him the question he was most concerned about.

This strange collaborator is obviously a key figure.

"I have no way to contact him... He only contacts us one-way... We just need to be on standby..."

Mike Allick suddenly twitched.

He screamed in pain, and his consciousness became scattered.

Ken understood that this was because his willpower had reached its limit.

If you continue.

Or he loses his will completely and becomes Ken's puppet forever.

Or his will will collapse and he will become a walking zombie.

Ken's goal has been achieved.

He is not a true cultist, he just has the authority of an evil god.

He has no interest in really corrupting this person.

but.

A twisted wall of flesh spread out from Mike Alik's body, and eyeballs sprouted from his body one after another.

Ken needed an eye, looking for the eyes of that bear-like man.

…

Mike jumped up from the wine table.

Because the movement was too big, he bumped into two soft balls. He looked pale as the woman pushed him slightly with dissatisfaction.

"Having...a nightmare?"

The memory of the dream fades quickly.

The fear on his face gradually disappeared, turned into embarrassment, and then returned to a look of carnival.

He can still drink!

It's such a shameful thing to have a nightmare, and if you make these friends pass out, no one will remember it!

The female companion who held his head in her arms let out a dissatisfied sound, but she could only continue to drink with him professionally.

Suddenly, her eyes were attracted by a figure not far away.

So handsome...

That was an extremely handsome man in formal attire.

The man held the glass of ale and took a satisfied sip.

When did that person come as a guest?

The woman suddenly felt that the man in her arms, who smelled like copper, was boring, and her attention was completely attracted by the handsome guy.

The handsome guy seemed to notice her.

Smiling and toasting to her.

He's looking at me!

He has me in his heart!

The woman stared blankly as a figure blocked the man.

She pushed unconsciously with her palm and knocked down the wine glass in front of her. The fallen wine glass stained Mike's pants.

"I'm so sorry..." The woman came to her senses and quickly apologized to the guest skillfully, but her eyes unconsciously looked at the handsome guy again.

That man has disappeared.

Appear like a ghost, disappear like a ghost.
Chapter completed!