Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 785 - 726
Upside down, disoriented tremors occurred on every sense, and the transformations of the Intangible Sons were like a dance, chaotic and uncontrolled. The only discernable order was that they did not approach the Omen Giant by even a hair. The entire subconscious sea was like a stomach with indigestion, involuntarily twitching. Lyle had not anticipated that the Evil God’s "anorexia" would be so remote. The chaotic waves attracted another scheming pilferer.
The appearance of Susanna, now completely devoid of the quadrupedal monster’s form, suggested that consumption among the Intangible Sons seemed to be mutual. She extended her tentacles, now only a colossal, sprawling vague humanoid shape, possibly a head, with conspicuous protrusions covered in intermingling, colorful patches of light. Based solely on the blurred memories, one could no longer distinguish her appearance. It was a bit ridiculous to say, but the reason Lyle recognized Susanna was because of the highly personal toppings attached to her epidermis: a swarm of Irason in elf forms, complete with tentacles and light patches. They were being slowly absorbed, like lard melting into a hot pan, emitting screams far more unpleasant than those of the lazy body itself. The Intangible Sons that Susanna preyed upon probed her inner being, sensed danger, and attempted to transform into her vulnerabilities to survive. Susanna did not consent, and Lyle found it hard to comprehend her mindset at that moment. If she did not care, the Intangible Sons would not have taken the form of the Irason, meaning Susanna must have cared deeply for the Green Dragon Priest; yet she watched their anguished, desperate screams with enjoyment, her consumption process entirely undisturbed.
The Nightmare Behemoth and the Intangible Sons were of the same rank, her existence did not present an irresistible allure to these newborns. Therefore, her consumption process was a bit more brutal, more in line with the natural concept of predation.
[What are you doing?]
Frustration and anger bluntly crashed into Lyle’s mind. Susanna’s form of inquiry was like taking the chat bar and slamming it into Lyle’s face. With her self-maintenance, suppression of resistance, and feeding on her kin, the Elf Executive’s mental state was far from friendly.
Lyle tried to condense his words while conveying his experience with the Intangible Sons in detail. Disturbing someone during a meal always felt somewhat inconsiderate.
It was clear that Susanna realized this, just like Lyle did.
[I brought you to the center of the Intangible Sons, the best spot!! And the result?! You bond with the food, get sentimental, and even get disliked!! Have you lost your mind? Do you no longer have any awareness of being a Chosen One? Sorry, my mistake, I underestimated your ’rebellion’. Since the ingredients don’t like you, just give me some time, and I’ll digest them all. The output this time is much more than I expected, which proves that our arrangements in the Emerald Dream really struck a nerve with the Father God.]
Susanna seemed to have digested a part and regained some rationality. Taking advantage of her less vicious mood, Lyle put forth a new proposal.
"Susanna, I want the Intangible Sons to become a part of Dreamland. We still lack some area bosses, you know. Kristo always lacks some innovation and the bigger picture in his macro-species constructs. Look, we have ready-made ones here."
The lone diner fell silent, a silence that left Lyle in torment. The Omen Giant and the Nightmare Behemoth were like two isolated islands in the Chaotic Seas, Lyle had succeeded in casting an awkward atmosphere over the Evil God’s subconscious sea. At this moment, Lyle missed Andrey’s Liches terribly, for they could consider any point of view without hesitation, no matter how impossible or illogical it seemed, and finally they would appear before you, battered and scratched, missing an arm or a leg, covered in explosive black ash or something worse, with their soul flames flickering brightly. They’d say, "That’s a great idea, just don’t bring it up next time."
Susanna moved, stretching her tentacles as if lifting her eyes to look around, surrounded by Intangible Sons, whose massive scale made the idea of consuming them all seem like a tall tale, even without considering a diet, beyond her capacity.
[You better be prepared. Incorporating these terrifying variables into our fragile framework, they are juveniles now, but they won’t always be. This is too... insane.] 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
A reassuring confidence overflowed the subconscious sea, although his response was not particularly comforting.
"Hahaha, don’t worry, I’ve done this sort of thing many times before."
...
The Emerald Dream, compared to the boundless subconscious ocean, resembles a lighthouse. The light above it, an intertwining of fantasy and beauty, provides rest to the dreamers, but to the nightmares lurking in the darkness, it is unbearably blinding.
The profound tides below are filled with malice, each wave crashing against the rocks a dark probe, while those lurking in the shadows watch for the faint light.
Though it’s a bit crowded here.
The Intangible Sons huddled together, along with Susanna and Lyle, right at the edge of the Emerald Dream’s boundary, due to the temporary command authority granted by rank suppression, Lyle demanded all the chaos to hide at the frontier of Dreamland. On this side of the coast, besides the Intangible Sons who couldn’t squeeze out a single drop of water, were creatures that would drive Dreamland druids to madness and despair at the mere sight.
Lyle felt that since he had already declared himself the Deceiver, he should do things befitting his title—deceive and continue deceiving. He turned to look back and saw the Intangible Sons collectively step back, like commuters during the morning rush hour on the subway, prompting a cold snort from Susanna caught in the middle, though the Intangible Sons paid her no mind.
"Do you feel it? My arrangement..." His words carried arrogance, as if displaying his masterpiece.
[We feel it, Divine Power, an external Divine Power...]
The Intangible Sons were not blind; they couldn’t possibly fail to notice the glaring power suspended above Dreamland. In fact, Lyle himself was startled; he hadn’t anticipated that this conceptual force would be so conspicuous to the senses of the Evil God’s Kin.
"That is the Divine Power of the Holy Light, the concept ’Justice,’ which I stole from the heretics," he claimed with an air of having everything under control, but in truth, Lyle himself was somewhat pained. Raymond, what on earth have you done?
Concept, Justice. The ninth-order power of the Angel of Light, bestowing blessings of holy light upon all those who harbor the concept of ’Justice.’ Lyle had already spread the seeds of Justice at the last academic gathering in the Emerald Dream, and with a large influx of players into the new profession, those who staunchly believed their actions to be ’just’ received the boons of Justice, and the belief itself purified the concept further. With the Gatekeeper Angel as the holy light node, the power of Justice roamed unchecked in the Emerald Dream. By now, it had wholly merged with the Dreamland, giving a degree of automated programming to the dream game created by Lyle and others.
Feeling the ever-growing magnitude of Justice, Lyle buried his uneasiness deep in his heart, convincing himself it was not a bad thing. It merely meant more divinely inspired dreams in the real world, and increased favorability towards the Crusaders among various races.
"Now, let me bestow my blessings upon you. How to use this vast Divine Power, Intangible Sons." The Omen Giant led the way, scaling the ramparts, its twisted, chaotic form shrouded in the endless light.
"God said, let there be light."
[Detection of the Holy Son’s request, activating special effects.] The game data panel received the following prompt.
Intangible Sons of the Evil God’s Kin, allow me to introduce you to my awe-inspiring Holy Light Almighty Sect, with a special focus on our Archbishop Raymond.
Archbishop Raymond, your flock is about to grow!
