A rare magical miracle in the world

Chapter 231: Chapter 142: Bailuo’s Miracle Entity (Vote for Recommendation, Monthly Ticket) _3

Because it’s a dreamscape, there must be a prototype.

Here, it was the place that Fiona and Nors feared the most in their lives, the village that was destroyed, that night of destruction.

“Damn it!”

On the other side, Nors’s arm was tightly bitten by a monster that looked like a corpse ghost. The intense pain felt so real, “If we die here, what will happen?”

“We will enter a dream within a dream.”

“If we die multiple times,” said Fiona, “we’ll never be able to return to reality!”

Concerning the magic of dreamscapes, Lilith had already started researching. It was like a twin sister to the psyche, sharing the same origin.

“If we won’t die, that’s good!”

Hearing about having more than one life, Nors immediately perked up. He flipped the corpse ghost over, then fought off the approaching monsters with reckless abandon, disregarding his injuries.

Unfortunately, it was like trying to extinguish a cartload of burning wood with a cup of water; Nors was eventually overwhelmed by the monsters.

“Brother!”

Fiona bit her lip in desperation, the sight of corpse ghosts gnawing on flesh ringing in her ears.

But Nors was indeed one of the strongest warriors among the People of Yatun. Even if he was hacked to pieces, he would never make a sound.

“Brother…”

She took a deep breath. She wanted to sense the Fairy Power, to use psychic magic to save her brother.

However, she couldn’t do it. Fiona really couldn’t.

“Get away! All of you, get away!”

Fiona shouted desperately. She couldn’t stand it any longer and charged into the horde of corpses: “Let him go, let my brother go!!”

“Snap!”

A hand suddenly reached out from beneath the horde and grabbed Fiona’s foot.

“Ah!”

Amidst her scream, Fiona too was dragged into the encirclement of the dead. There, the ‘Nors’, whose nearly half of his face had been bitten off, revealed a strange smile: “This dream is over, let’s go to the next one.”

“…”

Fiona had indeed had her suspicions, but she really hadn’t expected that the Nors, who felt so real, would turn out to be fake.

“Roar!!”

‘Nors’ lunged at Fiona, joining the other corpse ghosts to begin feasting on this real delicacy.

“Boom!”

However, ‘Nors’ was repelled the moment he touched Fiona.

“Ah!!!”

‘Nors’ wailed in pain, emitting black smoke all over, and he sneered at Fiona: “Resist! Good, very good! I love it when girls resist!”

“He…”

Fiona quickly looked down and discovered the power that repelled the other came from a mark on her chest.

It was her contract with the Silver Wing Unicorn and also the pathway through which the Silver Wing Unicorn had merged into her in a state of non-existence.

“The more you resist, the fresher the meat.”

‘Nors’ noticed something peculiar about Fiona, but he wasn’t stupid. With a wave of his hand, a tidal wave of corpse ghosts surged forward.

To wear her out with fodder before personally finishing her off was the best hunting method.

“Fiona! Fiona, what’s wrong with you?!”

In reality, Nors looked on with anxiety at his suddenly vacant-eyed sister.

It wasn’t just her; many others were affected too.

Aside from the Tree Elves, nearly all the People of Yatun, including the fairies, were in the same state.

“What’s going on?”

Bailuo had never encountered such a bizarre situation, and he too heard the woman’s singing, but it stirred no reaction in him.

There were also Nors, Jiera, Alaya, and all the Tree Elves led by Lu Anya.

“Abadun?”

“Miya?”

“Shuster?”

Bailuo looked at the children around him, congregating a holy light capable of expelling all impurities, yet this power failed to awaken them.

The power of Avalon was still not perfected; it had a long way to go.

Just like now, when a troop type involving a whole new domain suddenly appeared, but Avalon was unprepared to think and to deal with it.

“The conscious ones, the four of them, Nors, plus the Tree Elves.”

Bailuo muttered, “The former are strong enough, immune to the strange Miracle Power, for its force cannot shake the passivity of those at the Heroic Level.”

To deal with the four, you must not rely on fancy skills; if you’re going to fight, do it head-on, with force, cut the crap.

“Tree Elves…”

Bailuo quickly understood the essence of the adversary’s ability: “Tree Elves do not need sleep, nor are they animals, they do not dream.”

“Dumbass!”

Bailuo turned his gaze to Kristin, hoping to pry more information out of her.

“I don’t know!”

Kristin subconsciously accepted the nickname “Dumbass”: “I’ve never seen such a Sea Demon, you should be pretty powerful, right? Can’t you detect it either?”

“Tsk.”

In fact, Bailuo had been on high alert since the naked women appeared.

Yet Bailuo sensed no fluctuation of Miracle Power, like scanning the air, finding nothing.

This indicated the creature’s formidable strength.

If it could evade detection by his senior sister and himself, it could far surpass the Sea Monsters.

“Abilities related to mind, spirit, dreamscape?”

Bailuo didn’t need to guess; he perceived it immediately.

The problem was, what to do about it.

If he opened the Gate of Avalon and took away the trapped People of Yatun, would they recover or continue to suffer?

This question furrowed Bailuo’s brow: “Eerie abilities are much more troublesome than facing outright power.”

“The Sea Monsters under Morgan’s command really do come in every type,” said Bailuo: “To develop the Lower Miracle to such an extent, the Master of Miracles is not to be underestimated.”

“Do you need me to come back?”

His senior sister sensed Bailuo’s confusion and promptly asked.

“No need.”

Bailuo said, “I’ve almost figured out the opposite party’s ability; the only problem is how to break it.”