Half an hour later, the Thorny Forest finally spread over.
At this mont, calling it a forest wasn’t quite accurate. It looked more like Rubik’s cubes woven from thorns, stretching from the Dream Crystal ground all the way into the sky!
It resembled a towering fortress wall, toppling towards the Final Land. The dense vines completely blocked out the sunlight.
So Magic Monsters began to sense that sothing was amiss, and started rushing out.
However, the countless layers of thorn walls were so resilient that ordinary Magic Monsters couldn’t break through the barrier.
Even the occasional monster that broke through either changed its survival form to beco liquid or mist, or relied on brute force to burst through.
The forr generally weren’t very strong, and had significant limitations; even if they broke through, they were likely controlled by the Sea of Electrocution, after which they could be slowly cleaned up. As for the latter, even if they used brute force to break through hundreds or thousands of thorn walls, could they really get through tens of thousands of such walls? Definitely not. In the end, they still succumbed to "art."
As for whether there were powerful Magic Monsters that could break through the thorn walls, there were, but very, very few. Currently, Angel sensed that these special Magic Monsters numbered less than a hundred in total, and even if they broke through the thorn walls and resisted the paralysis of the Sea of Electrocution, they would ultimately be trapped by the Shadow of the Cage.
These Magic Monsters only required a bit of ti later to be entirely cleared and could be temporarily ignored.
Right now, their focus should be on the Final Land, spanning just a kiloter in radius but densely packed with countless Magic Monsters.
Laplace had stopped the bombardnt a few minutes earlier and quietly awaited the convergence of the Magic Monsters.
The more densely the Magic Monsters gathered, the brighter Laplace’s eyes shined.
She could completely imagine how satisfying it would be to drop a scale explosion amidst such a vast congregation of Magic Monsters!
One detonation wouldn’t be enough, then two, three... a hundred!
What couldn’t be done in reality, Laplace could do recklessly here, without caring for any cost! If tired from bombing, there’s a safe zone, and if the scales are used up, more are supplied, everything seed too wonderful!
Laplace’s excitent grew, and at the peak of it, she glanced back at Angel in the safe zone: "I’m going in."
At this point, there were still so scattered Magic Monsters attempting to breach the thorn walls. According to Angel’s thoughts, they could wait a bit longer.
However, since Laplace volunteered, Angel wouldn’t stop her.
The Final Land had ford, and it was incredibly difficult for the Magic Monsters to escape. Laplace was free to bombard them, even if they were slightly scattered, just bombard more tis.
With Angel’s approval, Laplace didn’t hesitate and rushed forward imdiately.
When Laplace reached her position, Angel heard Laplace laugh for the first ti. Although she tried to suppress it, the restrained wildness and the faint indulgence were still evident in her laughter.
With the laugh, the scale exploded loudly!
In the following minutes, Angel witnessed what true art was in the Final Land.
Sound-wise, the bombardnts were like drums and gongs, ringing incessantly.
Visually, the intense bursts of light, enhanced by various factors, assud myriad colors, resembling a rainbow rising from the ground, filling the sky.
The audio-visual spectacle was only a relatively inconspicuous part of this feast.
What was truly astonishing was the final effect!
Countless remnants were blasted skyward, blood mist of various colors filled the sky, and the carcasses of the Magic Monsters fell like rain.
A mountain ford of monster bodies continued to pile up, reaching kiloters high.
The Fungal Bloom now lay at the mountain’s very base. Previously needing to slip into spatial crevices to avoid bombardnt, it had grown comfortable amidst the carcasses, no longer needing to hide. It simply lay there quietly, enjoying the abundant energy from the carcasses and the most crucial Nightmare Realm essence delivered by its "master," utterly content.
Angel and Laplace didn’t mind the Fungal Bloom reveling in comfort, as it indeed played a significant role.
By now, Laplace had exploded her entire set of scales seventy tis in the Final Land, aning Angel used the Dream Conch to hand over new scales seventy tis.
This high-intensity bombardnt, if in reality, would have collapsed the sturdiest spaces multiple tis.
Yet here, in the Final Land, the space remained stable like mountains, showing no signs of collapse. All this relied on the Fungal Bloom.
Angel regarded the Fungal Bloom ever more highly, this mushroom truly wasn’t in vain—one of the top five best breeds cultivated by Minister Nuka.
The effects were indeed imnsely powerful.
If the Fungal Bloom’s effects were so formidable, the other mushrooms Ammon, Universal, White Embryo and Shell wouldn’t be weak either!
While Angel marveled aloud, the mountain of Magic Monsters had surpassed one kiloter, reaching two kiloters.
Undoubtedly, it was the highest mountain in the Crystal Origin of Dreams at the mont, without exception.
As for the number of Magic Monsters, previously dense and pervading the sky, now they appeared sparse, like grass piling atop the Corpse Mountain.
The remaining Magic Monsters in the sky numbered less than a thousand, many attempting to flee.
But it was too late. The Thorny Forest and the Sea of Electrocution made it impossible for them to escape this net of heaven and earth.
Unless they fled to the Void.
However, Void cracks aren’t opened just at will; it took the previous energy surges of countless Magic Monsters to open a breach. Now, with most of them dead or injured, even combined, the remaining Magic Monsters couldn’t easily break the Void.
Moreover, Angel was there.
Even if Angel couldn’t summon wind and storm like in the Wilderness of Dreams, as the quasi-master of the Crystal Origin of Dreams, his authority over the Gate of Dreams and Gatekeeper allowed him to crazily reinforce the boundary mbrane outside the Crystal Origin of Dreams.
Under such circumstances, the Magic Monsters were practically like fish in a barrel, bound for disaster.
Indeed, Laplace, to savor the final "artistic aftertaste," even slowed the bombardnt, yet those less than a thousand Magic Monsters still couldn’t withstand the layered waves of bombardnt.
Ultimately, they too turned into fragnts, falling from the sky, adding to the Corpse Mountain’s two-kiloter height.
Minutes later, Laplace elegantly descended from the sky.
Now, only a few dozen of the Magic Monsters remained in the sky, having fled; taking care of them could wait.
After descending, Laplace didn’t imdiately head to the safe zone but landed atop the Corpse Mountain, inspecting so relatively intact carcasses.
Seeing Laplace not return for a long ti, and with seemingly no danger around, Angel went offline, then ca back online at the Corpse Mountain, right near Laplace.
Angel initially thought Laplace was checking if any "treasures" were left on the Magic Monsters’ bodies, after all, though these Magic Monsters had died, their energy hadn’t imdiately dissipated. The energy was quite abundant, enough for the Fungal Bloom to absorb.
Having energy ans that they may contain transcendent organs that carry energy, or perhaps transcendent flesh. And these are actually considered "treasures."
But Laplace did not go looking for any treasures; instead, she was searching for relatively intact Magic Monster corpses, continuously using the scales on her body to reflect the heads of these Magic Monsters.
"What are you doing?" Angel asked with curiosity on his face, stepping over the corpses as he walked forward.
Laplace: "I’m searching for their mories..."
According to Laplace, the scales can act as a mirror, and everything reflected in the mirror has a chance to beco a mory, flowing into the Sea of Void Mirror.
Her scales are sowhat more special, containing the power of Glaipnir, and by using the appropriate thod, she can use Astrology without any other ans to reflect the mories within creatures’ minds.
This is one of the applications of the Reflection of the Heart.
However, to reflect the inner mories of a creature, one must capture them from the mory center of the creature. Typically, the mory center is found in the brain.
This is why Laplace was directing her scales at the heads of the corpses.
She was attempting to read the past mories of these Magic Monsters.
"Have you had any success?" Angel asked, helping Laplace search for intact corpses.
Laplace shook her head: "Strangely, no Magic Monster has had any mory that has flowed out yet."
Angel: "Could it be because they’re already dead, so we can’t read the mories?"
Laplace glanced at Angel and said coolly: "I killed them with my own hands, so I naturally know they’re dead."
The conversation stopped there, because the rest of the words were unnecessary; Angel could understand.
It was a sarcastic remark towards him.
Since Laplace knew these Magic Monsters were dead and still ca here to search for mories, it naturally ant that mories could be captured even after death; the question Angel asked was rather mindless.
Angel scratched his head and tried to make up for it: "What I ant was, so Magic Monsters around here might not be dead yet. They’ve fled to the edge of the Shadow of the Cage—what if we capture them alive and see if mories can be found?"
Laplace paused: "...That could be worth a try."
But Laplace didn’t imdiately go to find those Magic Monsters; instead, she looked at Angel: "We can deal with the remaining Magic Monsters later; by the way, the crisis should be over now, right? According to our agreent, you should answer my question now."
Angel was just about to speak when suddenly, his expression changed, and his face turned pale.
Laplace watched Angel suspiciously as he suddenly sat down on the Corpse Mountain, closing his eyes.
Laplace frowned at Angel. She was extrely doubtful now that this guy was trying to renege on his promise—why else would he start acting just as she was about to ask her question about the "truth"?
Not only was Laplace frowning, but Angel was frowning too, and his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
After a while, under Laplace’s skeptical gaze, Angel opened his eyes.
And the first words he spoke upon opening his eyes turned the atmosphere back to tense.
"...The Eliminators have co again."
...
Upon hearing Angel’s words, Laplace was stunned for a while before she snapped back to reality and asked: "You’re joking, right? You’re deliberately making up an excuse not to answer my question?"
Angel shook his head: "I promised to do it, and I will definitely keep my word. If I were to find an excuse, I wouldn’t need to do it over such a matter."
Seeing Angel’s serious expression, Laplace began to sense the importance of the situation: "Are you serious?"
"Yes."
Angel was indeed not lying.
This ti, only small Eliminators ca, which was clearly different from before. Angel was relieved but still felt sothing was off, so he never turned off his sense for the Void.
In fact, his intuition was correct.
Just after Laplace wiped out all the Magic Monsters, there was another energy fluctuation in the Void not far from the Crystal Origin of Dreams.
"Although I don’t know the situation behind the energy fluctuation yet, it’s certainly nothing good. The probability of it being Eliminators is over ninety percent."
After Angel explained the situation, Laplace frowned and said: "If it’s the sa type of Eliminators as before, I think I can still handle it..."
Angel: "The fear is that the Eliminators visiting this ti might not be the sa Magic Monsters from before."
If they were super-large Dream Realm Magical Creatures, like the continent-sized monsters they had encountered before, they absolutely wouldn’t be able to handle it.
Even with an infinite supply of shed scales, there’s no way to handle such creatures.
Angel’s expression was sowhat gloomy; he had thought that after reaching the worst point, he could finally expand to new territories, only to have things change at the last mont.
Laplace could feel Angel’s oppressive mood. She was now also convinced that Angel wasn’t lying to her.
"What exactly are these Eliminators, showing up so frequently?"
Angel: "I can’t say for sure. But you’ve probably heard of the Extre Sect, right?"
Laplace nodded.
Angel: "I suspect that the Eliminators and the Extre Sect are of the sa type, both raising the banner of the World Will, acting on its behalf."
It’s just that the Extre Sect can have its own agenda, with different factions within it; if you have connections, there’s room for maneuver or even bribery. But the Eliminators are different, as they are united in their external stance and do not give you the chance to explain; they co for slaughter.
There is simply no possibility of a dialogue with the Eliminators; it’s only about who has the bigger fists.
A while ago, the army of Eliminators overwheld them; their fists were bigger, so they won.
But this ti, the regenerated energy fluctuation in the Void ans new Eliminators have appeared, making it unknown who will win this ti.
Angel’s only hope now is that the newcors will be the sa as before, an army of Eliminators. If it really is an army of Eliminators, then even if the number doubles, Angel would accept it.
But if it’s an unstoppable colossal beast... then they will have to make a run for it.
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