Chapter 230: 142 Bailuo’s Miracle Entity (Please Recommend, Vote for Monthly Tickets)_2

Even with newfound power, Ina was still the same timid and fearful girl, “I know I was wrong; I won’t dare again, I beg you, please don’t hit me anymore…”

Not just Ina and Hailbo, at this moment, many people of Yatun, including fairies, had fallen into this bizarre dreamscape.

“What is this place?”

Upon opening his eyes, the boy surveyed the familiar room; it was where he had grown up, his home.

“Cough cough cough, Miya? Cough, Sister Alaya?”

“Abadun?”

“Cough cough, where are you, cough…”

Lying powerless in bed, Shuster looked pale, even his lips were strikingly white: ‘It hurts so much, Miya, Brother Bai Luo, where are you?’

“Sis, don’t go, don’t leave me behind.”

Flames engulfed the village, and a woman stood in front of a burning large house, looking at the boy trapped beneath a wooden beam.

“Mars?”

Diana looked incredulously at the scene before her; this was the very village of the people of Yatun that was destroyed over a decade ago.

And the endangered boy was her own younger brother, someone who had died more than a decade ago.

“Unforgivable!”

Diana clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging in deep, blood flowing ceaselessly, but she felt no pain, only endless rage, “Who dares to desecrate the dead here?!”

Mars was a pain Diana could never forget.

But the events of that year were entirely different from what was happening now.

‘Sis, run, survive, you must survive!’

Diana desperately wanted to become a strong warrior, just so she could find Count Thorn and avenge her brother and her clan.

“Ah, it’s fake.”

“Then let it be fake.”

“But do you truly have a clear conscience?”

The flames disappeared, leaving behind only the ruins of the village, but standing unharmed before Diana was Mars: “Sister?”

“Shut up, impostor.”

Diana was not Hailbo, nor was she Ina or Shuster; her spirit was incredibly strong and would never be shaken by mere illusions.

“If falsehood does not deceive, then let’s not deceive.”

‘Mars’ spread his arms wide, and from beneath the scorched earth, countless corpses crawled out, their faces twisted.

But Diana could still recognize these people vaguely.

They were indeed her fellow villagers, like her, the descendants of the dead Seven Kings of Yatun.

“Damn it!”

Diana gripped her weapon tightly, intending to attack, but on looking down, she found that she wasn’t wearing the uniform of the Dawn Guards at all.

Diana was barehanded, and even her clothes were as thin as they once had been.

“Miracle Power doesn’t work here,” the impostor Mars said with a creepy smile: “You must face my power in your most vulnerable form.”

“I enjoy strong-willed women because they taste much more delicious,” said Mars, his mouth splitting into an incredibly ferocious grin as he licked his lips, chuckling, “I can’t wait to have a taste of you.”

“Don’t make such a disgusting face with my brother’s likeness!”

Diana considered Mars to be her reverse scale; the childhood spent with him was her life’s treasure, “Get out of my head, monster!”

“Huh…”

“Huh…”

Elsewhere, the siblings Nors and Fiona of the Baiying Family stood back-to-back, surrounded by countless souls.

Their dreamscape was identical to Diana’s.

The same scorched earth, the same ash-covered village.

“Bro, what’s going on here?”

Those nude women,” said Nors, “and that eerie singing, the enemy must be a Miracle Troop Type that can affect our minds.”

The Avalon Sanctified Light Barrier was formidable, but it wasn’t invincible.

Some powers and abilities could deceive its judgment system and sneak in through the loopholes.

Clearly, the unnamed Sea Demon must have employed such methods.

“Can you still cast spells?”

“No, I can’t.”

Fiona found she had no Magic Power in her body: “What kind of Sea Demon could do something like this?”

“Indeed.”

Nors found his Dragon Crown Vermilion Halberd gone.

The enemy could erase even Heroic Level power, indicating its strength was far superior to that of a Heroic Level.

“Roar!!”

As the siblings spoke, a group of zombie-like creatures charged at them, and Nors struggled to fend them off but could not defeat them all.

“Bro!”

Fiona was incredibly weak, weaker than she should be.

This dreamscape was too strange; the constitution of the people of Yatun was excellent, and it should have been impossible to feel so exhausted after just a few movements.

“The suppression is too severe, why is this happening?”

Was it a mind-affecting spell? But if that were true, given her training in mental magic over the past few months, she shouldn’t be driven to such a state.

“Fiona, run.”

Nors too was breathlessly tired; the Fighting Saint Method was of no use here.

Without the Avalon Treasures, without the Fighting Saint Method, Nors was just a mortal.

“No!”

Fiona would never abandon Nors, no matter what. She carefully observed her surroundings, her mind racing.

“No, it’s all wrong; this isn’t how it is; this isn’t a dreamscape.”

If it were a dreamscape, the enemy could simply send out the strongest creatures to crush Fiona and Nors, without needing to follow any rules.

“Dimension!”

Fiona suddenly realized a possibility: “This is the Dream Dimension; we are trapped in a dream!”

That unnamed Sea Demon had a strange Ability to pull a person’s will into a dream.