Chapter 212 Your Wife Is in My Hands!

The dull and silent pastoral land of truth is now bustling with activity.

The black-winged dream gods transformed into various forms of people, objects or beasts, and nervously searched every inch of the plain full of daffodils from the underworld.

The three leading dream gods, Morpheus the Shaper, Fangtasos the Illusionist, and Phobertor the Terrorist, were all bruised and ragged, and looked around suspiciously.

At the slightest sign of trouble, they could not help but lean back against each other, summoning their own artifacts as if they were facing a great enemy.

Obviously, this was a stress response after being beaten.

Soon, after realizing that this was another panic, the three looked at each other awkwardly, slightly distanced themselves, and cursed a felon from the underworld in their hearts.

At first, Morpheus the Shaper and Phantasus the Illusionist, who had rushed to the scene upon hearing the noise, laughed at Phoebustor's dusty appearance.

Not long after, the two Dream Gods who underestimated the enemy and rushed forward recklessly suffered the same fate as their brothers.

Moreover, even if they were careful, they still could not escape the fate of being beaten.

That bastard was not only ruthless, but also had a ruthless heart. He ran away immediately when he saw more people, and when they pulled away and scattered to catch up, he would turn around and beat up the lone one.

As a result, the three Dream Gods who led the team did not dare to split up easily, and could only squeeze together and search every area of ​​Narcissus Plain one by one.

Although this stupid method greatly slowed down the search progress, the strategy of advancing layer by layer was gradually narrowing the suspicious range, forcing the guy who was more slippery than a loach into a limited activity area.

But this time, they would not be able to escape so easily.

The three dream gods looked back at Hypnos, the god of sleep, hanging in the air behind them, and they were relieved. They continued to wave their hands, signaling the three thousand dream gods to check the last suspicious area.

At this moment, Lorne and the other two, who were hiding in the tall grass using camouflage magic, looked at the pursuers approaching from all directions and cursed inwardly.

The twin gods of the underworld not only bullied the weak, but also brought all the dream gods under their command to go out together. It was really a bit too much.

"What should we do now?"

Thetis stopped the recovery magic of the buff type, glanced at Lorne, and then looked behind unconsciously.

After leading the way, shouldn't a friend also shine and heat up?

Sisyphus, who was vigilantly observing the surroundings, felt a chill for no reason.

"It's not time yet..."

Lorne shook his head and stopped Thetis's plan to sell out his teammates.

They just arrived at the Garden of Truth, and they didn't even know where Adonis was.

If he threw out his trump card in such a hurry, he would have no bait to use when he encountered a more critical situation in the future.

Then, he looked at the Dream Gods who were constantly advancing towards this hiding place, as well as the three Dream Gods and the God of Sleep Hypnos who were monitoring the whole scene from the outside, and quietly clenched the gun of nation-building in his hand, his brain working rapidly.

As the twin gods of the underworld, Hypnos also had a record of hypnotizing Zeus, and his combat power was basically comparable to several main gods of Olympus with weak combat power.

If he fought hard, he might not win.

But not being able to brush Hypnos did not mean that all Hypnos were on the field.

Whether it was the three Dream Gods or other Dream Gods, in Loen's view, they were only at the level of super soldiers and miscellaneous soldiers. As long as they were not dragged down, they could easily break through the blockade of these guys.

After making up his mind, Loen's divine power gushed out, and the great power of the [Bull], the destruction of the [Wild Boar], and the speed of the [Goat] suddenly stimulated him.

The surging tide of power was like awakening a terrifying beast, rushing towards the "terrorist" Phoberto.

Looking at the rapidly expanding phantom of the monster in front of him, Phoberto, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt his scalp tingling and was filled with grief and indignation.

Fuck, why is it me again?

If Loen could hear it at this moment, he would definitely explain the reason.

There is no way, I have to pick the soft persimmon, you taught me.

"Stop them!"

Seeing that there was no escape, Phoberto roared and rushed up with his Dream Gods.

Then...

Then, he and thousands of Dream Gods were injured and flew all over the sky.

But at the same time, Hypnos also responded, leading the other two dream gods to encircle the center together.

"Run!"

However, Loen did not linger in the battle, and directly took Thetis and Sisyphus and rushed out of the torn gap.

I am here to do business, not to fight the gods of the underworld.

As long as we can successfully break through, we will win!

Hypnos, who failed again, did not show any anger on his face, and spoke to comfort the dusty subordinates of the Dreaming Gods.

"Don't worry, they can't run away..."

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A few hours later, Loen in the grass raised his head, looked at the lavender sky above and the dense phosphorescence floating around, and couldn't help but have a headache.

——Dreamland.

The great barrier set up by the sleep god Hypnos and the three thousand Dreaming Gods can blur the world and illusion, pull people into dreams and eternal sleep, and let them control them.

Loen has the protection of the sixth incarnation [Flame]. Although it can help himself and his two teammates resist the endless sleepiness around them, he can't walk out of the Narcissus Plain shrouded by [Dreamland].

So, although he succeeded in breaking through, he was still running around.

The gods who could influence Zeus were not so easy to deal with.

I miscalculated...

Lorne tapped his forehead in annoyance, dispelling the drowsiness in his mind, and then turned his head to look at Sisyphus beside him.

Otherwise...

"A-choo!"

The son of the wind god, who was yawning, suddenly shuddered, lost all sleepiness, and sneezed heavily.

Forget it, if I encounter Hypnos, I will throw the king bomb. What if I encounter Hades, the stronger god of the underworld, or Hecate, the master? How can I play this card?

Lorne shook his head and extinguished the urge to sell out his teammates, trying to restore the exhausted divine power in his body.

After continuous high-intensity confrontations, even using three superimposed powers at once, his divine power is almost gone.

At this time, Thetis next to him also cast healing and recovery magic, trying to replenish blood and mana for the C position daddy among the three.

Sisyphus, who is good at running and has basically zero output, can only consciously stand guard outside and act as a sentry.

However, the relentless army of the underworld will obviously not give them this opportunity to slowly recover.

In less than half an hour, Sisyphus sensed from afar that the god of sleep Hypnos was leading the three dream gods to find the trail.

"Hurry, they are catching up!"

While Sisyphus hurriedly warned, one after another ox-horn gates opened in the lavender sky, and one by one, the dream-talking gods wearing armor, holding swords and shields, bows and arrows, and javelins came out in a line, filling the surrounding space.

Legend has it that there are two gates in the dreamland. The one coming out of the ivory gate is a false dream, and the one coming out of the ox-horn gate is a real dream.

Obviously, in order to form a group to brush Lorne, the elite monster running around, the power of the entire dreamland has been fully mobilized.

While Lorne was secretly complaining about the stubborn god of sleep, his eyes flickered.

If I remember correctly, Hypnos's future wife was one of the three Graces.

At that time, the Trojan War entered its most tragic stage. In order to help the Greeks, the goddess Hera ordered Hypnos to hypnotize Zeus. But at first Hypnos did not dare to hypnotize the king of the gods. Hera then promised that after the matter was accomplished, she would give him a young Grace as his wife, and Hypnos followed Hera's order.

In the end, Hypnos paid the price of being beaten by Zeus and got the beauty back.

Okay, you have to fight me to the death, right?

Looking at the menacing dream army, Lorne forced himself to raise his somewhat sluggish spirit and prepared to break through again, while gnashing his teeth and secretly sending Hypnos the unique Minotaur blessing of Crete.

——One of the three Graces, right? Your future wife is gone!

"Buzz!"

At this moment, a dull sound came from under Loen's feet, and three figures fell into a dark crack in the ground.

Then, the soil squirmed, the cracks closed, and even the broken flowers and plants grew again and returned to their original state.

The Dreaming Gods who arrived later crossed the grass without noticing and continued to move forward.

Everything seemed to have happened.

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At the same time, in a dark underground tunnel, Loen held up the Spear of the Nation and pointed vigilantly at the corner in front.

"Who? Come out!"

"No... don't be afraid... it's... it's me..."

Accompanied by a stuttering and dull voice, a tall figure with black horns and muscular body, dragging a long-handled battle axe, came out of the dark corner, the beast-like scarlet eyes, staring at the ground, revealing the embarrassment of a child meeting an adult.

Seeing the figure in front of him, Loen couldn't help but be slightly stunned and called out the other party's name.

"Asterios?"