No, there's another being who knows his strength within the dream.
Alka surveyed his surroundings, the force dragging them into the dream.
It was obvious this was the work of a nightmare they'd previously encountered.
And this nightmare was absolutely aware of it; it even knew he'd consumed the fragments of the dream god.
So there was an ambush, targeting him in the dream?
Alka grew slightly wary.
Everyone present was startled by this sudden change.
The Silent Saint and the Gardener combined their energies, interweaving golden and green energies to form a barrier that enveloped them all.
The area they stood in was still falling toward the dream, and the surrounding environment was constantly changing.
The Devouring Mouth, and the cultists behind him, whose strength had been enhanced by the advent of the evil god. They also didn't take advantage of this moment to attack, but instead stared at them, waiting as if they were already lambs to the slaughter.
A spiraling fog of fear surrounded them until they finally landed in the world of dreams.
The bizarre scenery around them made the guards and those who came to support them panic. They felt as if they had arrived in hell.
"Where is this?"
"Have we fallen into the abyss? Or have we been dragged into hell?"
Various panicked voices rang out.
"Don't panic! This is just a dream!" the gardener roared.
At the gardener's voice, the panicked people seemed to find their bearings. They forced themselves to calm down, steadying their emotions.
However, the slightly trembling hands gripping their weapons suggested that it was merely suppressed emotion.
At this moment, beneath their feet lay a broken piece of land, floating in the dream world as if carved out of the very spot where they had just stood.
As the dream world around them stabilized, the Devouring Mouth frowned slightly and surveyed its surroundings.
"Isn't this the realm of nightmares? Demon, you've deceived us," said the burly man with the enormous maw on his belly behind them.
But his voice had changed, and the aura emanating from him had become exceptionally sinister. He had now become a vessel for an evil god.
"Nightmare...has his shattered state completely clouded his mind?"
The Devouring Mouth surveyed the surroundings. Nightmare had borrowed its own power to drag them into the dream, but was unwilling to drag them into its own nightmare.
The demon sensed something was amiss, but when he considered the Nightmare in its shattered state, he wasn't surprised.
Under normal circumstances, he was already a lunatic with a disturbed mind. It would be strange for him to become normal after being shattered.
Fortunately, he had already considered all this.
He then stopped thinking: "It doesn't matter, as long as I'm in the dream."
The Silent Saint, the gardener, and the others looked at their surroundings.
"Is this the dream world? What I see with my own eyes is completely different from what's described in the book," Rickey said, observing the surroundings.
Alka observed the crowd's reactions.
It seemed that everyone, except the gardener, felt either fear or curiosity about their surroundings.
Clearly, the gardener, a believer in the flower fairy, seemed aware of the existence of dreams.
Also, the gardener frowned, seemingly taking the situation seriously. In reality, he was probably worried about the flower fairy who was being revived in the dream.
He could sense that worry.
Back in the dream, Alka felt empowered.
Like a fish released into the sea.
Speaking of which, even after Alka's dream power reached the fifth stage, he had yet to actually see anyone enter the dream in a physical form.
Now that a large group of people had been dragged into the dream in physical form, Alka realized that he seemed to have gained even greater abilities.
He could clearly sense the emotions emanating from the mental states of the creatures before him.
For example, the gardener's unstoppable worry.
Rekai and Arati appeared calm on the surface, but the completely unfamiliar dream environment made it impossible to conceal their inner tension.
Conversely, the Silent Saint remained remarkably calm, regardless of the changing environment or the despairing foes she faced.
Her emotions remained unwavering, unfazed by any significant fluctuations.
Alka could also see the Devouring Mouth's mental state, as if it were part of some powerful being. The separated fragments clung to Kalutto's physical form.
He absorbed the flesh and soul of this body, nourishing his present existence.
It wasn't just Kalutor who provided him with nourishment; the followers in blood-red robes behind him also served as a source of nourishment.
Not only this Devouring Mouth, but the several evil gods who had just descended used the same method.
This seemed to be some kind of universal descent ritual.
Is he worthy of being an evil god?
At this moment, Alka, like a prying eye, frantically scanned everyone present.
This sense of surveillance intrigued him.
"You dragged us into a dream? Do you intend to bury us here?" the gardener suddenly asked.
Alka observed the gardener's emotions.
She ostensibly asked this question for her own sake. But in reality, she wanted to confirm whether the demon before her knew the true location of the flower fairy's resurrection.
A flank attack? Faced with the gardener's question, the Devouring Mouth remained unfazed. Instead, he smiled and raised his head.
He sniffed the air.
"Panic? You're afraid I might know something, aren't you?"
Alka could see that the gardener's emotions had intensified, though outwardly he remained calm.
But there was a distinct hint of amusement in the demon's expression.
"Yes, just as you expected."
The Devouring Mouth spread his hands, appearing unusually content.
But in reality, he was just pretending, stalling for time.
Alka could see the magic he emanated, a magic unusually concealed within, somehow opening a portal to the abyss within the dream.
This was where reality was dragged into the dream, where reality and dream intertwined.
Here, dreams intermingled, yet the rules of reality also existed.
This was a normal phenomenon, as reality was dragged into dreams, just as Alka and his companions had once been dragged into dreams along with the entire island.
This situation created complete chaos, and complete chaos made it very easy to open a portal to the Abyss, previously inaccessible in reality.
Clearly, the demon was trying to stall for time.
Seeing this, Alka remained unhurried. Faint dream energy gathered beneath the ground where they stood.
That was the energy of gold and silver within his dream bubble.
The two energies intertwined throughout the area, preparing beneath it. He could instantly push it back into reality.
This area was able to enter dreams because of Nightmare's power.
After all, once complete, it had been a dream god.
But Alka's power far outweighs his own. Besides being the king of dreams, he's also a dream god, possessing divine authority and even controlling the gateway between reality and dreams.
With the aid of gold and silver energy, unless the fragments of the god within Alka's body are fully assembled and revived, no one can stop him from pushing this area back into reality.
Because this is essentially repairing a fault.
At that point, whatever the demon intends will fail.
Being pushed back into reality will cause even more rapid changes, and the chaos will be repaired in a remarkably short time.
Those portals will be crushed by the very existence of the world.
This is the absolute confidence borne by the divine bloodline of the dream kings, the guardians of the dream gates.
This is also an opportunity to see what methods the demon has prepared. After all, now is the time to unveil all its schemes.
Take advantage of this opportunity to eliminate them all.
And since the enemy is trying to stall for time, Alka won't reveal that he's also waiting.
The entire scene remained inexplicably silent and stagnant.
"Flower Fairy, as a fallen god, yet not completely dead, even after all these years, yet still seeking to revive.
Oh, my power isn't strong. How could I possibly withstand your combined might in reality?"
The demon spoke with a sinister tone, glaring at Ruikai and Alati.
"You've been defending yourself in reality, making ample preparations, just waiting for us demons to charge."
At this, the demon opened its mouth and let out a strange laugh, full of mockery.
Then it pointed behind them.
"What a shame! I've discovered your little secret."
"My followers have searched for so long, but still haven't found the true place of resurgence.
That giant flower in your city might look good on ordinary people, but you think you can hide it from me? Hahaha."
The demon spoke as he quietly dispersed magic power from his back, continuing his preparations.
"The true place of resurgence is hidden out back, hidden in that dreamland?"
At this point, the gardener could no longer contain herself.
With a roar, she waved her hands violently.
Countless vines, shrouded in a lush green light, shot out from the void around her, instantly spreading outward and hurtling towards the demon.
"Don't worry."
The demon's hands blazed fiercely, waving a large amount of magma, swirling with immense energy forward to block the vines' onrush.
The surrounding cultists also took action, completely blocking the vines. With several evil gods descending, even the gardener, possessing the strength of a sixth-stage warrior, found it difficult to gain an advantage.
Suddenly, the surrounding space became restless.
The already bizarre dreamland became even more bizarre.
The inky landscape began to swirl, then rip apart.
The barrier was broken.
"Hahahaha! Despair! Cry out! Then watch the gods you believe in fall!"
The Devouring Mouth laughed heartily.
Demons began to pour out from the cracks that opened around them.
As the cracks widened, more and more demons swarmed in.
These demons floated in the dream world, seemingly still accustomed to its strange state, and then attempted to join them.
A feeling of despair spread among the crowd.
Sofia and the others looked at Alka.
After seeing Alka give them a reassuring look, they stood still, calm and composed.
They seemed somewhat out of place in their surroundings.
The demons filed in, but there were still no high-level demons.
However, intermediate-level demons of the fifth stage began to appear in large numbers.
These demons varied in form, but it was clear that they all possessed a powerful presence.
A sulfurous aura began to linger around them.
The demons roared and surrounded them, not rushing to attack, despite their extreme eagerness.
But the Devourer stood there, and no one dared to move until he spoke.
The Devourer looked at the crowd and smiled, saying, "Don't be afraid. I won't harm you. I will take you with me, and you will witness the final demise of the soon-to-be-revived Flower Fairy!"
Clearly, this demon's true purpose wasn't to prevent the Flower Fairy's resurrection, but to bring about its utter demise. "The Holy Mother will punish your evil demon!" Arati shouted, his eyes radiating an intense holy light.
"Oh, oh, oh, the Holy Light brat is angry!" The Devouring Mouth made a frightened gesture, took several steps back, and said with a smile.
That deeply insulting gesture brought anger to the eyes of Arati and the members of the Holy Mother Church following him.
But their anger could not mask their current despair.
"The Holy Mother? Where is she? Can she save the dying flower fairy?"
"No, she can't. This is a dream world. You'd better pray to the gods within those dreams. Too bad they were the first to escape. Hahahahaha!"
The Mouth of the Abyss burst into laughter.
Not only him, but all the demons densely packed around him also began to laugh.
At this point, his magic power and his previous concealment had been completely successful. Now he was truly showing off his evil humor.
"How about I give you a suggestion?" The demon suddenly shut his mouth, his laughter fading.
He stared at them and said, "How about praying to the Dream Kings? They're more effective here than the gods you worship, hahahaha!"
After saying this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"What a shame, hahaha. The gods you foolish mortals worship are one of the main culprits of the world's destruction.
These Dream Kings are eager to wipe you out. How could they help you? Hahaha!"
So that's how it is. In dreams, even the power of the Virgin Mary is beyond reach?
Is this how the other Dream Kings view reality?
It must be said that while this demon may have a bad taste, he is indeed one of the powerful beings that has survived from ancient times.
He knows much more. Alka quietly hid among the crowd and listened carefully.
These are all rare pieces of information.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a faint flicker of holy light in his mind.
Clearly, the Holy Mother seemed somewhat dissatisfied with his current complacency.
At this moment, the flower fairy's mark on his forehead also flickered slightly, and a faint floral fragrance emanated from it.
A weak but angry voice echoed in his mind.
"How long are you going to wait? Crush this damn clown!"
Hearing the flower fairy's voice in his mind, Alka rubbed his cheek awkwardly.
It seemed as if both goddesses were a little displeased.
The faint floral fragrance at this moment also attracted the attention of everyone present.
The Mouth of the Abyss looked at Alka, narrowing its eyes slightly.
Alka immediately concealed his body in the dream realm.
This was a dream realm, and he was the king of this area.
"Hmm... floral scent? Are the Virgin's followers also blessed by the flower fairies?"
Thanks to Alka's timely concealment, his attention clearly didn't allow him to penetrate the shield. To see Alka's true nature within the dream.
"Let me think. That poor fellow who called out my name, made a deal with me, and wanted to escape the oppression of the two gods, seems to be just like you." At this, he smiled.
Clearly, he was referring to the person he had signed with him.
The Nafas family, who had signed a contract.
"Those mortals are so audacious, trying to exploit the two gods' power and claim my benefits without paying the price.
Mortals, they're always like that."
He suddenly turned to Alka and said, "I admire you, a mortal. Why don't you follow your predecessors and turn to me for faith?
I will grant you strength and make you the sole survivor of this disaster."
He suddenly glanced at Sofia and the others beside Alka.
"Well, if you're worried about your companions, I can spare their lives for your sake."
Even the Silent Saint Arati and the others couldn't help but glance at Alka.
He was so perceptive, and he must have learned about them from Kalutor and the others.
Even at this moment, he still felt the need to be a little disgusting.
"Roar!" The crystal dragon standing next to Jason suddenly roared.
"What harsh words you use, you lucky survivors of the Prismatic Clan!" He glanced at the Crystal Dragon and said with a hint of disdain.
"What a pity! In the face of the calamity brought by the gods, even you couldn't escape destruction? Now only a clueless little creature like you is left.
What a tragedy."
Hearing this, Alka was almost tempted to ask him to continue his performance.
This demon seemed to have a big mouth, unable to resist spouting cryptic messages to anyone he saw.
While expressing his wicked humor, he also added a touch of sarcasm.
Now, sensing victory was certain, he spouted a frenzied stream of words.
It seemed as if he was ready to curse everyone present and then finish them off.
And to Alka, these words sounded like meaningful and extraordinary information.
When it came to this kind of top-tier intelligence, Alka always believed the more he knew, the better; who knew when it would reveal itself beneath a treasure. This was Alka's experience.
However, the demon stopped talking and stared at Alka, seemingly awaiting his response.
"Um...why don't you say more?"
"What?" The demon stared at Alka, seemingly puzzled.
Then, a slight irritation and a hint of anger lingered.
"Are you kidding me? You pathetic mortal."
At this moment, Nightmare was still hiding in his realm of fear, staring at him.
He stared intently at Alka.
"Damn it, what are you waiting for? Charge forward now. Make that guy on the stage a laughingstock, a clown!
Hurry! Hurry!"
He hid in his own realm of fear, roaring madly, even trembling as he imagined what would happen next.
At this moment, the Devouring Mouth frowned.
"Nightmare! I know you're watching, you damned coward. But you're nothing but a pathetic fragment. Hide in your black fog and watch.
Watch this shattered world being dragged into the abyss, becoming part of it!"
"Big-mouthed demon! Don't you see?"
At this moment, Nightmare's emotions seemed to erupt, his voice echoing around him.
"Hey, coward, hiding around?"
The Devouring Mouth smirked disdainfully.
"You keep talking here, aren't you just searching for the Flower Fairy? Don't think I don't know."
Hearing this, the gardener's eyes widened, and he was about to take action, but Pororo, standing beside him, suddenly restrained him.
At the gardener's puzzled look, he shook his head slightly.
So this demon was talking here because he was doing just that.
"But your performance on stage, in the eyes of some, made you look like a clown. It was hilarious! I almost laughed out loud!"
Hearing this, the Devouring Mouth suddenly frowned and looked towards Alka and the others.
Looking at Alka, at the companions around Alka.
Watching them stare back at him.
"See? They're not afraid or panicked at all! They're watching you perform! Hahahaha.
How can you become someone else's joke on your own stage, showing off like a monkey!"
At this moment, the Devouring Mouth no longer cared about the surrounding conversations.
Instead, it focused on Alka and the others.