King Ember's Journey to Tevat

Chapter 690 Harvesting Dreams
The heart of God in the doll's chest stopped rioting, and the overflowing divine power gradually returned to its body.

The purple color below the workshop dimmed, and correspondingly, the body of the doll standing quietly in the workshop began to exude an inexplicable pressure.

This coercion is very strange. It is not the kind that a weak person feels when facing a strong person, but the kind of trembling that a lower-level life feels when facing a higher-level life.

"Is this considered... a success?" The skirmisher slowly walked to the railing and looked at the giant puppet in front of him in fascination.

This body finally smells like a "god".

"Not even close." The doctor released his grip on the railing and poured cold water on the stragglers.

"What? Say." The skirmisher looked at the doctor who was rubbing his temples with burning eyes.

"This body can already withstand the power of the gods, but it still lacks the will to drive the power of the gods."

"I can!" Skirmisher responded impatiently.

"No, you can't. If you forcefully drive such a huge power, you will become like those crazy scholars."

The doctor shook his head, wanting to compete with the gods. Will is sometimes more important than the body.

The will of the skirmishers is far from enough to control the huge divine power in the heart of the God of Thunder.

That is a huge force that has gathered the faith of the people of Inazuma for more than a thousand years. It is unique in terms of quality and quantity.

The only one who can compare with it is probably the Rock God of Liyue.

"when!"

Seeing the doctor shaking his head, the skirmisher thumped the railing in front of him. The railing made of steel was bent and broken under this unwilling blow, which shows the excitement in his heart.

"Damn it! Is the gap between me and God... really that big?!"

"The gap between mortals and gods is wider than the gap between mushrooms and humans." The doctor nodded. He looked at the receding sea of ​​thunder below and suddenly changed the subject, his tone becoming confident and excited.

"But this is not insurmountable. Your own consciousness, plus the consciousness of the Xumi people harvested in the void, should be enough."

The doctor stretched out his hand, and he seemed to have seen this huge puppet mecha galloping between heaven and earth.

"How long will it take?" The skirmisher released his grip on the railing and asked the excited doctor.

"Soon, just a few days."

"How many days?!"

Hearing this, the skirmishers looked in disbelief. If he read it correctly, the consciousness just harvested from the void has been exhausted, right?
In just a few days, what method did the doctor use to gather such a huge amount of consciousness? Is it possible that he wants to transcend into gods with him?
Looking at the skirmisher's changing face, the doctor seemed to understand what he was thinking. Patting the straggler on the shoulder, he comforted:
"Don't worry, I have no idea of ​​becoming a god yet. You are the only one who can ascend to the throne of god."

After saying that, the doctor didn't wait for any response from the skirmishers, then turned back to look at the frightened sages behind him.

"Are the preparations for harvesting the dreamland complete?"

"This one……"

"Don't tell me you even messed up this?!"

The doctor's aura suddenly rose, suffocating the scholars in front of him.

"No... not..."

Azar resisted the doctor's suffocating pressure and squeezed out a few words from his throat.

The huge pressure dissipated as silently as it came, and Azar's words made the pressure on the sages suddenly relax.

"Huh...huh..., it's...a little early, isn't it?" Azar asked the doctor while breathing heavily.

"There's nothing you can do about it, because there's a gap in your consciousness because you're a bunch of losers, so your plan must be advanced."

"In addition, the speed and intensity of harvesting dreams cannot be as planned. Please strengthen it for me."

The doctor looked at the sages with a gloomy look. He didn't want to harvest the dreams of the Sumeru people in advance, but he had no choice. The canned knowledge that had driven so many scholars crazy was gone. He could only rely on the consciousness of the Sumeru people to make up for the gap.

Azar's eyes flickered, and finally he nodded in confusion.

"I understand. In that case, let's start in advance."...

The rainforest has always been hot and humid, with the scorching sun in the sky. Even the most enthusiastic vendors in Xumi City can't help but feel a little sluggish.

Amid the endless chirping of cicadas and the rising incense, it is absolutely pleasurable to have a refreshing cup of herbal tea under the eaves.

The Xumi people in small restaurants on both sides of the street fanning cattail fans also prove the correctness of this proverb.

However, among the people wearing vests and short sleeves, there was one person who was completely covered in robes, causing people to look at him sideways from time to time.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

The waiter in the restaurant stepped forward and knocked on the black-robed man's table.

"..."

The black-robed man's body trembled, as if he had woken up from a deep sleep, and he raised his head.

The man's left eye was covered by an eyepatch, adding a bit of ferocity to his appearance. His short brown hair protruded messily from the black cloak, making him look extremely capable.

"what's up?"

The man asked, his burly figure and lion-like eyes making the waiter startle.

"Guest...Guest, you have been here since morning. Look, it's already afternoon. Isn't it time to settle the bill?"

The waiter quickly smiled at the man. The man in front of him was not only dressed strangely, but his behavior was even more so.

I ordered a cup of herbal tea and sat there for a long time. You must know that the chairs in the shop are hardwood benches. Sitting for half a day would be unbearable even for those with strong bones.

But judging from this guy's tone, it seemed like it was just a trivial matter.

Amfortas looked at the herbal tea in front of him that had almost evaporated half, and stood up from his seat.

Then, the waiter felt his eyes flashing. When he came to his senses, the man in black robe and the herbal tea had all disappeared.

"..., someone is coming——, someone is drinking Bawang tea——"

……

"Gulu!"

In the distance, Amfortas appeared. He drank the herbal tea in his hand, threw it casually, and threw the "borrowed" cup back onto the plate he was holding from an unknown distance away.

His arms were exposed from the black robe due to his movements. Amfortas looked at his pink palms, and the idea of ​​"pinch" flashed in his mind. It took a while before his fingers could move.

"The body that was forcibly created will not work as expected." Amfortas rubbed his sore and tearful right eye, shook his head and sighed.

Ever since they learned that the Abyss Cult had a method that could purify the curse, they, who had never cared much about the body, also began to create tough bodies.

Their huge will and strong spirit were what they relied on to snatch the Abyss from the Abyss Cult.

It is a pity that in less than a month, the strongest body they could create could not bear everyone's consciousness.

The result is obvious. The strongest body has been destroyed by himself, and Amfortas can only control this body made of scraps to carry out actions.

"The remnants of the Chiyue Dynasty...it's time to put the search for them on the agenda."

Pulling the blindfold from his left eye to his right eye, he muttered to himself. The sun in Xumi was too dazzling. After being exposed to the sun for just a short time, the right eye of this body could not stand it.

The shortcomings of physical weakness are so obvious at this moment. Their lineage belongs to the Black Sun Dynasty and is good at machinery, but when it comes to creating bodies, it is obvious that the Kanria people of the Scarlet Moon Dynasty are more professional.

The Camrya dynasty that worshiped the underground red moon was extremely accomplished in alchemy. If they could get help from their remnants, Yuanshang would have fallen into their hands by now.

But soon, Amfortas touched his forehead mockingly: "Haha, I come out once in a while, it seems I think too much."

"Chiyue? I'm afraid everyone is dead."

Shaking the unrealistic thoughts out of his head, he continued walking around Xumi City.

(End of this chapter)