Picking Up Supreme Treasures in the Dream Realm-Chapter 472 - 333, The Calamity of the Ancient God

Extreme agony!

Extreme regret!

This is how Sebastian feels right now.

"Hiss!"

The hissing sound of the ice corpse came from behind.

This indicates that the ice corpses are chasing.

However, the number is not many.

More ice corpses did not chase after them.

Sebastian glanced back, with a mind to turn back and fight the ice corpses fiercely.

Even dying in battle is better than such agony.

But survival is an instinct of life.

Driven by instinct, Sebastian marshaled all his power again and charged forward.

His figure flickered, and he leaped straight into the sky.

With the help of the roaring strong wind, he glided over a thousand meters in one breath, crossing a narrow ice crevice.

Sebastian looked down at the crack, inexplicably remembering the wall in the dream realm.

He naturally had a thought: "In the dream, I climbed over the wall and escaped the pursuit of the ferocious dogs.

"So, in reality, if I leap over this crevice, can I shake off the ice corpses?"

Sebastian was gliding in mid-air and subconsciously turned his head to look.

He clearly saw two fast-moving white shadows under the ice suddenly stop several hundred meters from the ice crevice.

Sebastian was surprised: "Did I really shake off the ice corpses?"

"Bang!"

His feet hit the ground, and he continued to run wildly forward.

The guilt in Sebastian’s heart suddenly lightened by more than half: "The wall appeared in the dream realm, and the ice seal appeared in reality.

"I happened to have that dream before the ice corpses attacked, this is definitely not a coincidence, but guidance from the dream realm.

"The Great Xia people said, in supernatural concepts, sometimes dreams represent revelations from the soul.

"I didn’t want to abandon my teammates to escape, but a soul revelation told me this is the only way to escape.

"Wanting to survive is not shameful, I was just following the mysterious soul revelation, otherwise, I would have certainly been killed by the monsters."

Hating the Great Xia people while also being superstitious about them is quite a common contradiction among many white people.

Sebastian exhaled a breath, quickening his pace slightly: "You can’t blame me, I just want to live."

When people make mistakes, they often don’t admit their faults but try every way to exonerate themselves, sometimes even blaming others.

This is an instinct.

Because no one can bear enormous guilt for long, self-exoneration is a way of relieving oneself.

At this moment.

The voice of Captain Wolfgang, filled with endless resentment, suddenly appeared in Sebastian’s ear.

"Murderer!"

Sebastian was shocked to the core, showing an incredulous expression on his face.

Didn’t the captain die?

At this moment.

The mental defense that Sebastian had built to desperately exonerate himself, was like a dam hit by a flood, collapsing with a crash.

And the "flood" that breached the dam was the long-accumulated guilt.

At the same time.

Yang Fan suddenly appeared behind Sebastian, pointing at his back remotely.

The power of the rule object was activated once again.

A strange supernatural aura was then emitted.

After doing all this, Yang Fan didn’t linger for a second but quickly activated the Shuttle Boat to leave.

Sebastian was completely unaware of this.

He just stood there, dumbfounded, entirely consumed by explosive negative emotions.

His eyes were blank, and he kept mumbling: "Was I wrong? Was I wrong?"

Hundreds of meters away.

An ice corpse flitted over, appearing beneath the ice layer.

Just as it was about to pounce on the target, its figure suddenly stopped.

The ice corpse, as if seeing something terrifying, turned around frantically, fleeing far away.

It seemed to be afraid of Sebastian.

A few seconds later.

A triangular snowflake gently drifted down from the sky.

The icefield wind howled, yet this snowflake was unaffected, which was clearly a strange sight.

Sebastian continued to mumble: "Was I wrong? Was I wrong?"

If someone nearby said, "You’re not wrong," maybe he could escape the vortex of negative emotions.

Unfortunately, no one said those words.

The triangular snowflake continued to drift down, landing precisely on Sebastian’s forehead.

The next moment.

A horrifying scene unfolded.

"Ah~"

Sebastian let out a wail, and his body immediately began to mutate.

His limbs elongated like noodles, with ten fingers squirming, rapidly growing like tentacles.

Countless ice crystals emerged from beneath his skin, quickly covering the surface of his body, turning him into an "Ice Man."

The most disgusting part was that a large mouth opened up between his chest and abdomen, with bloody innards spilling down.

Sebastian gasped a few breaths, his neck quickly elongating and bending, taking one bite after another of his own innards.

"Was I wrong?"

He muttered to himself while his mouth was full of blood.

Fragments of organs kept dropping from his mouth, turning into ice mid-air before hitting the snow with a "crack."

After finishing his innards, Sebastian wrapped his tentacles around his own legs and feet and began gnawing on them.

A minute later.

He, no, it now, had chewed the lower half of its body clean.

From the lower half of its body sprouted a mass of buds, each budding a slender tentacle.

The tentacles rapidly grew longer, their diameter increasing until they reached a length of five or six meters before stopping.