"Fu"

After an unknown amount of time, Wang Changle walked out of the thick fog. When he raised his eyes, he found that he was back in front of the cabinet door again.

Not only is the layout in the dark room the same as in the real world, but even the physical touch and sense of reality are not the same at all.

The most important thing is that he sensed the existence of the 'Seed of Origin' in his body. Obviously, it was not only his soul and spiritual body that entered the dream this time, but also his physical body.

As soon as this thought emerged from the bottom of his heart, Wang Changle was shocked and felt a bit unreal.

After all, most 'dreams' are illusory and ethereal. They can only carry the spiritual body, but cannot carry physical matter.

Even the "Lightless Cave" of Tsathogya, or the "Dreamland" that is large enough to accommodate the coexistence of a large number of ancient gods, this top-notch dream world relies on the existence of the real world or life consciousness.

Of course, it is not impossible to make 'illusion' become reality, but it requires being separated from the real world and supported by the huge power of the world and the power of time and space.

Once the power of the huge world and the power of time and space are extracted from the real world, it is destined to gradually become unbalanced and eventually collapse bit by bit.

Wang Changle looked at the moonlight coming through the crack in the door, touched the key and the harvest seal hidden under his ribs, and immediately pushed the door open. He had to quickly investigate the situation here.

"Snapped"

A crisp sound rang in his ears, and he suddenly felt that he had missed a step, and a strong sense of weightlessness and heart palpitations came from the bottom of his heart.

The next moment, the palpitations in his heart disappeared, Wang Changle's feet also landed on the ground, and the street scene in all directions came into view.

Except for the partially collapsed house and the shattered shrine opposite, everything else was the same as the real world. It was just the abnormality that made him frown.

"Dong dong...dong..."

Just as Wang Changle was secretly wondering, he vaguely seemed to hear the roar of war drums again.

After listening sideways for a moment, under the dim moonlight, he looked through the empty streets and looked straight towards the central area of ​​the city. The sound of drums seemed to be coming from the direction of the Colosseum.

This moment of distraction gave him the inexplicable palpitation he had just now, as if it was just his own illusion.

"Huh! (Master, look at the sky!)"

Just when Wang Changle frowned and suppressed the doubts in his heart, wanting to go ahead to find out what was going on, Opal's low cry instantly brought his thoughts back.

As soon as he raised his head, his insightful eyes penetrated the ethereal mist. His body trembled and he was momentarily stunned.

There is no moon above Wang Changle's head. Instead, there is an upside-down town floating in the sky. It is the same as Morgan Town in terms of layout and appearance.

It's just that it's daytime in the suspended 'Morgan Town', and the streets are crowded with people. The so-called moonlight is just the brilliance falling through the mist.

Although Wang Changle had already predicted it, he never expected that the dream world and the real world could actually reach the level of alternating influence between day and night.

According to the knowledge he acquired, this is a precursor to an imbalance in the power of the world, and is also a common method used by ancient gods before they invade the world.

When the dream world is completely integrated with the real world, the ancient gods will also completely lock the world coordinates and follow the dream to come to the world.

Thinking of this, Wang Changle stepped forward to inspect the shattered shrine. When his fingertips brushed against the traces of erosion, the palpitating feeling resurfaced again.

It's just that this time the feeling of heart palpitations is very light, but compared with the previous time when I stepped into the air, the inexplicable breath was as if it was leaving.

Wang Changle sensed this diluted atmosphere, and several memory fragments such as 'the twisted oil painting on the train' and 'the flowing darkness of the street' flashed through his mind.

Although he could not sense the location and belonging of the ancient god from his breath, he could already confirm that the ancient god appeared in the dream.

This made Wang Changle's psychological pressure increase sharply. The ancient god was the most powerful existence among all the gods. Even if the opponent was only a sixth-level incarnation of the ancient god, it would be extremely difficult to deal with it.

This round of battle for hegemony already had two potential enemies, Voldy and the Night Witch, and he did not want to get involved in the battle with the ancient gods.

As soon as he thought of this, Wang Changle came back to his senses instantly. After collecting a piece of shrine rubble, he turned around and ran towards the central Colosseum. He had to find and complete the 'Harvest Sacrifice' as soon as possible to escape from this world.

"Dong dong~"

Wang Changle shuttled through the streets like the wind, and the street scenes on both sides retreated rapidly with the sound of the howling wind.

The continuous sound of war drums echoing in his ears gradually became clearer. Each drum beat was steady and powerful, making his blood boil and his adrenaline surge. Even the speed of his feet became a little faster.

However, he found that the closer he got to the central area, the more collapsed houses and shattered shrines on the street, from a few scattered ones to more than a dozen, and then to massive collapse.

When Wang Changle could see the giant Colosseum at a glance, he saw that not only were there no collapsed houses around, but even the 'moonlight' projected down was gray.

All that was left was the ruins and rubble on the ground, as well as some blade fragments scattered among the rubble, as well as some kind of dark-brown biological tissue.

Waves of dilapidated, desolate, dead, and strange atmosphere invaded from all directions at once.

Even the steady and powerful drumbeats cannot dispel it, but instead add a touch of sadness to the gloomy world.

Wang Changle looked at the scene in front of him. He was sure that there had been extremely fierce battles here, and this may be the reason why this world was not completely invaded by the ancient gods.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Wang Changle. He has no intention of staying in this world for a long time. Now he just wants to complete the 'Harvest Rite' quickly.

"Well, that's..."

However, a few minutes later, Wang Changle stopped and his eyes fell directly on a building shrouded in 'moonlight'.

It was a three-story English-style villa, and it was the only building that stood above the ruins without collapse. Even the small shrine on the roof was well preserved.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Looking at the lonely building, combined with the information obtained from the female nurse-the wood elf, Wang Changle's mind jumped out of 'Buskegee's Hotel'

'A few words.

If he could confirm that the building was Buscage's hotel, he had a hunch that he would gain something unexpected.

"Buzz"

Thinking of this, Wang Changle took a Harvest Seal and started hunting. As soon as the model of Morgan Town took shape, he was slightly stunned.

In this dream world, except for my own coordinates, there is not a single red dot that represents the existence of anomalies.

At this moment, Wang Changle instantly made a choice in his heart. He stepped down and disappeared immediately, and was outside the door in a short time.

"Knock knock"

The sound of a light knock on the door echoed in the desolate ruins and spread far away.

There was no response for more than ten seconds. Wang Changle subconsciously wanted to push the door open, but no matter how hard he twisted the door handle, it didn't budge.

"Click"

Looking at the closed door, Wang Changle decisively took out the "key to the shelter", inserted it, and twisted it.

The next second, space ripples suddenly appeared on the brass door, and a space rift opened in an instant, sucking him in.

"Shua"

Wang Changle's eyes blurred. When his vision returned, he had already appeared in a dimly lit hall full of Baroque style.

The steady and powerful sound of war drums disappeared instantly, replaced by the rich and fragrant woody fragrance, and the joyful and gentle sound of the cello.

As soon as Wang Changle's slightly excited spirit calmed down, a lazy figure with a neutral voice walked out of the corner of the hall.

"Tsk, I didn't expect to meet a stalker who can enter here. It seems that this 'Harvest Festival' will be quite exciting."

"Excuse me, is this the hotel in Buscage?"

Wang Changle stared intently at the man wearing some kind of religious clothing and holding a coffee cup not far away.

When this guy said that sentence in a lazy tone, he felt several emotions from surprise to despair, and this can already explain a lot of problems.

"Hmm?! You're not a stalker selected from Morgan Town, are you from outside?"

Although the religious man used questions, his tone was extremely determined, and even a little expectant and excited. He stood up and stepped forward to confirm.

"Buzz"

A man wearing a British suit walked out of the gap in space first, blocking the religious man.

As soon as he raised his palm, the space in the hall suddenly folded, became chaotic, and shrank.

In a few seconds, the space changed, and the Baroque-style hall disappeared like a bubble. It became an English coffee bar. The spiral wooden stairs spread upward infinitely. The man said with a smile on his face.

"This is Buscage's hotel, and it's also a resting area for stalkers. You can call me Lipu Road? Kabasi. Do you need a hotel, ordering food, information, or other services?"

"I need information about the Harvest Festival."

Wang Changle looked at the man in front of him, who could not feel any aura or emotion, and immediately understood that the man was a powerful being far beyond the sixth level.

"Sincere favor, 3 harvest seals."

Lipu Lu's expression remained unchanged, and he seemed to have expected it. After all, almost all stalkers asked this question when they first came.

"make a deal."

Wang Changle responded quickly. The information about the Harvest Festival was more important than anything else. He immediately placed two seals on the bar.

"The Harvest Sacrifice, a long time ago, was originally a sacrifice for the gods in this world once a year. Later..."

When Lipu Lu turned his wrist, he not only put away the harvest seal, but also took out a cup of coffee from the space mezzanine, and immediately began to describe the history of the past.

"Sorry to interrupt, I'm not interested in the history of this world or how the ancient gods invaded the world. What I need is information about the current harvest festival."

Wang Changle said as he took another Harvest Seal. He didn't have so much time to waste on understanding the specific background.

"Since you know about the invasion of the ancient gods, it's easy to explain. To put it simply, the current Colosseum is the last line of defense in this world."

Lipu Lu paused slightly while stirring the coffee cup, and looked at Wang Changle with some surprise. He tapped the table as he spoke, and a space model of the Colosseum instantly appeared on the bar.

I saw a huge shrine standing in the center of the Colosseum. Countless dark liquids were attached to the shrine and were eroding the shrine bit by bit.

At the same time, doors of light continued to appear in the field, and people recruited from the real world were continuously transported into the shrine.
To be continued...