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Chapter 411 The Church in the Dreamless City

The City of No Dreams is the residence of the Nightmare Clan. It is not a particularly prosperous city, but rather dilapidated.There is a palpitating atmosphere here, which can be said to be a little scary.If it weren't for the opening of the Sun Temple every year, no one would want to come to such a ghostly place.

The Nightmare Race is a foreign race in the Giant Continent, with less than [-] people.In their heads, they are born with three brains, sharing information.And after one is broken, another one can grow within a week.This natural advantage enables them to resist nightmares.

Legend has it that in the ancient times, at the same time as the Taiyin God, there was also a powerful god named the God of Dreams. He was not used to the joys and sorrows of the world, and he was infatuated with depression and created a perfect dream world.The location of the City of No Dreams is the intersection of the dream world and the real world, and the power of dreams often affects this city.Tens of thousands of years ago, the sun god established Pompeii here, which has profound meaning.

The Dreamless City was a later name, and its meaning was to warn other races who entered the city not to dream.Otherwise, you will be dragged into the dream world, at least part of your memory will be lost, and at worst, you will be lost in the dream forever and never wake up again.

Every adventurer from outside needs to buy the dreamless secret medicine in the city if he wants to rest.After eating, you will fall into a dreamless sleep, thus avoiding being drawn into the dream world.

All of this sounds a bit mysterious, and many people scoff at it. After all, the legend of the God of Dreams is too old, almost mythical.For those adventurers who disdain to buy the dreamless elixir, many people never wake up after sleeping, which is unbelievable.

Fortunately, the dreamless elixir is not particularly expensive, and ordinary adventurers can afford it. If they are too poor to afford the elixir, the Nightmare Race will also point out the way out: please go to the church to sleep.

There is actually a church in the city of no dreams, which believes in the only true god that is the same as the human temple in the Dragon Continent.This cannot but be surprising.No one knows the origin of this church, but there are very few believers.

Iman led the team, and after arranging accommodation in the Dreamless City, he and Hephaestus wandered around the city.

On the streets, you can see nightmares with huge heads everywhere. Their heads are surprisingly big, but their eyes are extremely small, their arms and legs are thin, and they seem to have no strength.But they have unparalleled spiritual power.

The gods believed by the Nightmare Clan are the gods of dreams. They believe that after death, they will enter the dream world and enjoy peace forever.It is said that some powerful nightmare tribes can communicate with the dream world when they are alive.

Iman believes in the existence of a dream world, because of his supernatural ability, sleepwalking thousands of miles, able to walk between the virtual and the real, is the best interpretation.

"Things are right and people are wrong, things are right and people are wrong." Hephaestus was deeply moved as he walked. In his memory, the once extremely prosperous city of Pompeii, which received offerings from all nations, was now buried under magma.This piece of land has also become a city-state of alien races.

Iman asked passers-by for the direction of the church. He was surprised that in the continent of giants, although they had different beliefs, they did not believe in the only true God.How can there be a church with a temple.

Following the guidance of the enthusiastic people, Iman and Hephaestus came to the church in the corner of the city.

There was a lot of noise in the church, many poor mercenaries were sleeping on the ground, and some peddlers even set up stalls here to conduct transactions.

The church, which was supposed to be solemn and solemn, turned out to be a shelter, a gathering place for small merchants and hawkers.Even Yiman, a believer who is not particularly firm in his faith, frowned slightly.

It was so ugly, but Iman didn't do anything.

In the innermost part of the church, there is a cross on the altar. This is the only clean place. The old priest is wiping the dust on the altar.

Iman stood in front of the cross, looking at the statue of the Holy Son, full of respect in his heart.

This is a very mysterious feeling, every time Iman sees the cross, Iman will have this feeling, and he can't explain why.

Unexpectedly, Hephaestus was even more devout. He stroked his heart with his right hand, touched the ground on one knee, bowed his head in salute, and muttered a few words before standing up.

Only those who are truly powerful can get closer to the truth and know what the grace of the Savior means.

With a wrinkled face, the pastor said with a kind smile, "Faith lies in the heart, not in the form. God has heard the pious hearts of the two of you."

Hephaestus stared at the priest, slightly dazed, opened his mouth, finally stopped, and asked casually, "Is this always like this here?"

Looking at the chaotic scene in the church, the old pastor smiled and said, "The world is confused, but the Savior will not begrudge his grace."

"What kind of savior, what kind of true god, I think it's just superstition." A mercenary walked up to the altar carelessly, breathing alcohol and said, "I just don't believe it, I just want to scold you, what can I do?"

The pastor shook his head and said, "The Savior will not punish the wicked, but will take away the glory that shelters him."

Immediately, other mercenaries ran over, dragged the drunken mercenary away, and cursed: "You are crazy, we are reluctant to spend money to buy secret medicines, so we come here to seek asylum, why do you dare to scold?"

The drunk mercenary grinned, he didn't care at all, and was about to curse while pointing at the altar, when suddenly he was drunk, fell down in a daze, and snored immediately.

However, the snoring stopped shortly after, with a satisfied smile on his face, but he was no longer breathing.

A mercenary shook his head and sighed: "Another guy who misses the dream world and refuses to come back."

"Is there any hope for this person?" Iman asked the pastor.

The old pastor shook his head and sighed: "The dream world, although it is fake, is perfect."

Hephaestus smiled wryly, "But it's not true after all."

The old pastor nodded and said: "Some people can't extricate themselves from their dreams. It's fortunate and unfortunate." He raised his head, looked at the Savior on the cross, and said piously: "We can live in reality. Thanks to the Savior's grace, otherwise we wouldn't even leave dust, but many people don't understand."

Hephaestus was silent for a while, looked at Iman's puzzled look, and smiled: "Iman, not only you, but I also don't understand. It's just that I know that God doesn't need us to truly believe in Him, but only needs our hearts to believe in Him. It's enough to be in awe, let's go."

"Wait a minute." Yiman suddenly stopped in his tracks, he saw a little boy, about eight or nine years old, with inconspicuous clothes, quietly walking into the church.

With a bright smile on the face of the little boy, one hand reached into the money bag, and as he walked forward, the money bag bulged up little by little.

A ripple flashed through the space, so small that no one noticed it. Even a bird flapping its wings would be trembling several times stronger.

However, Yiman felt the unusualness in this ripple, which was the resonance among spatial ability users.

The little boy was walking very slowly, doing what Yiman used to do when he was a child, using space to steal money.

In a wallet, take away a few humble copper or silver coins, but definitely not all of them.The wisdom of this habit is surprisingly similar to that of Iman when he was a child.

Yiman was very interested, he went to examine the child's appearance carefully, and was shocked in his heart.

That little boy is exactly the same as when he was a child, how is this possible?

The little boy was very guarded, and he walked out through the side door of the church, but Iman locked it and was about to catch up.

Hephaestus grabbed Iman, shook his head and said, "Don't go."

Yiman smiled and said, "It's okay, just go and have a look."

"This is a dreamless city, and all kinds of strange things may happen." Seeing Iman's resolute expression, Hephaestus instructed, "Attention, be careful, especially be careful of temptation."

Yiman also left the church, following behind the little boy.

Hephaestus frowned, very worried, the old priest asked: "That's your friend, you know who that boy is, why didn't you stop him?"

Hephaestus turned around with a dignified expression, and asked back, "700 years ago, that person was also your friend, right? Why didn't you stop him?"

The old pastor was slightly taken aback, and murmured: "Because I, like you, don't understand the truth."

Yiman quietly followed the little boy, trying not to disturb him, he just wanted to see how the little boy's life was, and then walked away silently.

The two are acquainted in appearance and have the same ability, Yiman comforts himself with the coincidence.

If it wasn't a coincidence, it was a conspiracy. Thinking of this, Yiman suddenly stopped in his tracks.

At this time, in front of him was a tall ancient temple, which looked a bit dilapidated, and it could be seen that this ancient temple had not been repaired for many years.

In the ancient temple, there are hundreds of Nightmare clansmen sitting upright. Their heads are bigger than ordinary people, and their cultivation level is really high.

"It is an incomparable honor for the Dream Temple to have distinguished guests coming from afar." A member of the Nightmare tribe stepped out, his exposed hands were wrinkled like old tree bark, showing that he was not young anymore.

The only distinctive feature was his head, which was still compact, smooth and shiny, like a peeled onion.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Yiman secretly prepared herself.

"My name is the Terminator." At this moment, hundreds of Nightmare tribe members chanted sutras together, and a majestic spiritual force came, resonating with a part of Iman's mind.Yiman suddenly fell asleep, and seemed to have entered a dream for a moment.

"Oracle, you must prevent Iman Holder from entering the Sun Temple." These were the last words Iman heard before falling asleep.

(End of this chapter)