Two unremarkable figures descended quietly.

None other than Eamon and the Daydreamers.

"Mr. Froude, please, invade the dream of Mrs. Dream and send me in." Eamon looked at the sky and said calmly.

The day dreamer nodded and said:

"Dreaming is a very dangerous behavior. Please be careful, Speaker of the Great Council. The strength of the Madam in the Dream may be slightly inferior to that of the Lost Monarch, but she is definitely not someone to mess with. We still put our own safety first."

Eamonn said:

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

The daydreamer closes his eyes.

His hands changed, like butterflies flying.

A colorful butterfly appeared behind him.

Immediately after, there were two, three... ten thousand, millions, hundreds of millions.

Countless butterflies surround the starry sky, forming an unimaginable colorful storm.

This scene is extremely shocking and will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

I don’t know how long it will take.

The butterflies began to become disillusioned one by one.

In the end, only one butterfly is left, turning back and floating in the palm of the daydreamer.

He opened his eyes and exhaled thick breath.

"Found it, are you ready?"

Eamonn nodded.

"let's start."

The butterfly suddenly turned into colorful mist, forming a whirlpool channel.

The daydreamer made a gesture of invitation and solemnly said:

"Dream please!"

Eamon took a deep breath, waved his sleeves and stepped into it.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a blue and clear world.

Blue sky, white clouds, golden fields.

The river flows and the windmill spins.

All this is so harmonious and beautiful.

There is no murderous intent or danger at all.

The small wooden house by the river stands quietly.

Eamon stepped forward, his eyes calm.

In the wooden house, a distinctive-looking, male-female figure in blue robe is cooking.

"Star Master Blue Dream?"

"Who are you?"

"You asked me to save you."

"Ah? Really?"

Seeing the confused expression of the blue-robed figure.

Eamonn just stood silently.

Not long after, a peasant woman came here carrying clothes from the river.

"Who are you? Why do you come to my house?"

She looked at Eamon warily.

Eamonn asked: "Are you the dream lady?"

"What lady in the dream? Get out of here quickly, or I'll go to the village and call someone." The peasant woman's expression didn't seem to be fake.

Seeing this, Eamonn stopped talking nonsense.

He pressed lightly towards the void.

Then billions of flames spewed out, and ripples of high-temperature heat swept across.

boom!

The world of blue sky and white clouds collapsed layer by layer.

Hidden beneath the beautiful appearance.

It's a scene like purgatory.

The wheat in the golden fields turned into numb and ragged people.

They were bound by chains hanging from nothingness.

They seemed to be having a sweet dream, and they all showed happy smiles.

He had no idea that he was being harvested one after another.

A giant blue figure that reaches the sky and the earth is trapped in the giant pillar.

Countless golden chains were inserted into it, binding it.

The innocent peasant woman just now transformed into a tall and thin ghost with vaguely female features but a ferocious face. It was lying on the blue giant, sucking something.

The sky is shattered like a mirror.

A giant woman's face appeared, cold and ruthless, with a strange face, eight eyes closed, and eight hands covering her eyes. Her flaming red lips opened and she said coldly:

"Eamon, how dare you enter my dream? You really don't know how to live or die!"

Eamonn put his hands behind his back and asked with a smile:

"Dream Lady Sirin, why do you want to imprison Blue Dream Star Lord?"

"Because He broke into my dream."

"Then if I come in, won't I also be imprisoned by you?"

"Huh, that's how it should be, but I'm in a good mood, so I won't keep you today. You can leave. If it happens again, you will end up with the same fate as Lord Blue Dream."

"I have no intention of making an enemy of the beautiful Madam, but this Blue Dream Star Master is my friend. I want to take it away, but I hope Madam will be more generous."

"dream!"

"I am indeed in a dream."

"...God's patience has its limits. Nora is currently facing a bloody battle. If I start a war with you, can you handle it?"

"I just took away someone who is insignificant to you. You will not start a war with me. Because war will kill people...including gods! Madam, as a powerful god, you may have existed from ancient times or even ancient times. You

Are you willing to have your life taken away by a mortal who only lived for more than 10,000 years using Sauron's Great Disintegration Technique? To erase you from the history books of time? To have your followers forget you completely, and there will be no possibility of resurrection from now on? You

Are you willing? Madam."

"You're threatening me."

"I am just objectively stating what may happen after we go to war. As you can see, since the end of the ancient era, we wizards have tried our best to avoid conflicts with you. We believe that, unlike the chaotic abyss demons, gods can communicate

Yes, we have no direct conflict of interest. We can coexist. You spread your beliefs and I study my magic. In fact, if it weren’t for the protection of the star realm, I don’t know how many living beings would be devoured by demons. We also all

I understand. I also hope that Madam can be noble and allow me to take this friend away."

Eamon said calmly.

The lady in the dream listened silently.

I don’t know how long it will take.

He suddenly said:

"Okay, you can take it away, but I hope you can remember that I, Shirelin, helped you once today. Otherwise, even if your legendary wizard masters the lysis technique, I can make Nora's blood flow into a river and make you okay.

The situation of the bloody battle that was easy to stabilize has since become unbalanced. Eamon, I am indeed afraid of death and being forgotten. But the power of the star realm is far beyond the imagination of your wizards. I hope that when your ambitions are too inflated in the future, you can think of my success today.

."

The next moment, all the golden chains on the giant pillar collapsed.

The blue giant's momentum gradually exploded.

Eventually he regained his level 10 form.

It opened its eyes, looked at Eamon, and said gratefully:

"Thank you, Lord Eamon."
To be continued...