Entering "Dream Festival" so smoothly made Angel a little surprised, but also felt that it should be the case.
When this special dreamland actually started last year, Numinous Episcopate's Royalist Faction had already sent a small team to try to enter here. They did not have the experience Angel had gained based on previous experience. There is no blessing from Goddess, who has the power to control the dream, and he can succeed by relying only on himself, which means that Dream Festival does not resist the entry of outsiders, but only seals all memories inside, allowing them to forget everything after waking up.
"But all this seems to be more extreme than what 'Pale Empress' describes..."
Angel murmured, extending his gaze from the streets below to the plantations next to the primitive jungle in the distance.
There are still not many people on the street, but there has been quite a commotion in the bar recently. The drinkers inside are physically mingling with the guards and bartenders. They roar with excitement, which is completely different from their usual elegance and kindness. From time to time, someone is thrown out of the house and falls on the street. It is not known whether they are completely drunk or passed out.
On the corner of the street, there were several men dressed as local hunters, carrying Hunting Rifle and ammunition, excitedly discussing their plans to enter the primeval forest for night hunting. However, without talking for a few words, they looked at the houses on both sides of the street with bloodshot eyes, as if they had found a new hunting target.
Thick smoke rose from the plantation farther outside the town, and the fire loomed. It was obvious that someone had set a fire. There was chaos all around. Some people tried to put out the fire, and some sneaked into the manor. More people watched with an indifferent attitude, as if what was burned was not their work, but a few weeds.
It's all chaos... Is this what is called "releasing negative emotions"? Angel observed for a while, using the mirrors scattered throughout the dream world that could still be used by her to explore in more detail, and then jumped up and jumped from the window to the street below.
She has discovered that most of the residents of Tizamo Town are still asleep, either lying in bed or sleeping on the floor everywhere. There are only about three to four hundred people who are awake, less than one-fifth of the number of residents.
As for who will fall asleep and who will be awake, Angel guesses that this is related to their status at the time when "Dream Festival" starts at midnight. If they fall asleep, they will sleep until dawn without external interference. Those who originally hung out in bars, wandered on the streets, or were responsible for staying awake during the night will be forced into the Dream Invasion state, where they think they are sober, as if they were invaded by the power of "Nightmare".
Then, they will be controlled by negative emotions, lose the ability to control themselves, use alcohol to destroy, target Hunting Rifle at humans, burn down plantations that they usually dislike, and even rape and kill...
Angel's face changed slightly, and he immediately calmed down completely. He looked at the "Eternal Blazing Sun" church with a round golden hemisphere that was still clearly visible in the dark, and prepared to go there first.
What if the church that controls this place knows something about Dream Festival?
Before Angel could take a step forward, several young people who had just been discussing breaking into other people's homes to play hunting games appeared in front of her. The leader was holding a double tube of Hunting Rifle in one hand and wiping a handful of greasy light blond hair with the other. He scanned her from top to bottom and said without any kindness in his tone:
"Tsk, I didn't expect that the back looks hotter than the lady from Sir Pettit, but her face is so ordinary."
"Haha, let me tell you, how can someone have the body of Simona and the appearance of Anne at the same time..."
Another man, who was carrying a Hunting Rifle and a short knife, wore a wide-brimmed hat, was somewhat short but had delicate skin, and was obviously pampered, teasing his friend.
"Forget it, it's the same with the lights off."
Blonde Man murmured in a low voice, raised the Hunting Rifle in his hand and pointed at Angel's chest that even the loose skirt could not cover, his expression became more and more evil:
"Little girl, as long as you cooperate with us... gosh, I didn't realize it was so big just now..."
Before he finished speaking, Angel grabbed Hunting Rifle and without any hesitation, smashed it into his head, which had the same hair color as his own.
With a bang, the man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, and then there were two more bangs. The remaining two companions, who were controlled by desires and negative thoughts, also fell softly and fell into a real dream.
In view of the fact that the consequences of death in "Dream Festival" will be reflected in reality, Angel did not kill them, but just knocked out these small town youths who did not know whether to live or die.
As for whether the three people who looked pretty good but lost their guard would be dragged into the alley by other people passing by to do other things, she didn't care.
"Anyway, as long as you don't die, your butt will be a little sore when you wake up..."
Angel smiled, bent the barrel of Hunting Rifle and threw it on the ground, and walked towards the church.
On the not-too-distant journey, she noticed that some sleeping residents were awakened by various noises and joined in the "carnival" that spread to the entire Tizamo Town.
As the chaos expands, more sleepers will be involved, forming a positive feedback. I'm afraid it won't be long before the entire town will be enveloped in extreme and negative emotions, and large-scale casualties will begin.
However, according to the information obtained by Angel from Pena, the number of deaths in this town every year is roughly 60-80, and most of them are concentrated in the three months after Dream Festival. Excluding the normal mortality rate, about 50 people should die each time Dream Festival.
Two thousand people beat, smashed, looted, burned, raped and killed, and only a few died in the end... It seems that "Dream Festival" can last for one night at most, and will return to normal at dawn. Otherwise, most people will still be sleeping the next day, and the outside world will have discovered the problem long ago...
She guessed in her mind, avoiding the eye-catching scene in the center of the town where young men and women continued to take off their clothes and get entangled together, and arrived at the door of Saint Sienne Church decorated with gold. As expected, she found that the main door was closed and the surroundings were silent.
"It seems that the townspeople with negative thoughts in their hearts will subconsciously avoid the church representing God. I wonder if those Priest and the deacons will attend the big party just now. Even the clergy must have a dark side in their hearts..."
Angel muttered, Spirituality noticed something, looked up at the narrow window above the main entrance arch, and found that Priest, who had received her before, stuck his head out and looked at her indifferently. Ben's dark brown face was smeared with a layer of white powder, making him look sickly pale. His sparse slightly curly black hair was replaced by a bright golden wig, and his priest's uniform was replaced by a Archbishop white robe inlaid with gold threads. His whole person had an indescribable weirdness.
White skin, blond hair... He is pretending to be from Intis? Is this due to his usual disgust with his colonial birth status and his yearning for the North Continent, the origin of the "Eternal Blazing Sun" church? The Archbishop robe in the dream symbolizes his desire for power... Even in his dreams, he wants to get closer to that God. I don't know whether to call it pious or blasphemous...
Commenting on the dark thoughts of the church Priest in his heart, Angel walked around the church and entered the dark Prayer Hall without candles and oil lamps from the side door. He tried to recite the Honorific Name who said "Indestructible Light, the incarnation of order", but found that he did not get any response.
Even the prayer to God could not be transmitted out of the dream, or that God did not want to see her Priest become corrupt... At least Goddess is still paying attention here, which may be related to my identity... She touched Hidden Holy Emblem on her wrist, which continued to exude a cold touch, shook her head and left the church.
Using Mirror Divination, Angel quickly found Numinous Episcopate members who lived on the edge of the town, "Spirit Medium" Pena.
She was currently with "Weapon Master" who was part Feysac and was a full circle taller than Southern Continent, but the way they got along was not so harmonious.
When Angel stepped into the bedroom, she was wearing a nightgown. Pena, who had obviously just woken up from her sleep, was being pinned down by her team members. Her skirt had been lifted up to her waist, revealing her slender legs that lacked exercise. Her hands were struggling violently, and she screamed sharply:
"Let me go, Zaka, you idiot who only thinks about muscles!
"Wait until I cut off your lower body and feed it to the ghosts in the cemetery..."
The Death pathway Potion where "Spirit Medium" is located will also strengthen the body to a certain extent, but it is not good enough compared to "Twilight Giant" which specializes in close combat. He was soon held down by the man named Zaka and raised his hands above his head, unable to move.
The summoning and controlling Spirit Body that she was good at didn't have much effect in this dream world, because when Angel passed by the cemetery just now, she noticed that most of the tombstones had humanoid shadows floating above them. These awakened spirits quickly flew towards the virgin forest on the other side of the town, as if they had been summoned by some kind.
This means that "Spirit Medium" cannot find any spirit that can help him unless he has a stronger attraction than that force.
Seeing Pena struggling to no avail, his eyes were red, and he seemed to have accepted his fate. Angel silently came behind Zaka, who was untying his belt, and condensed water vapor from the surrounding air to form a piece of ice that was not thick but very hard. He rounded it up and hit "Weapon Master" on the back of the head.
With a muffled sound, Zaka screamed, got up from the ground while stroking his rapidly swollen head, and turned around.
Angel quickly swung the second stick, hitting the Feysac hybrid who was half a head taller than her, spinning like a top. Her limbs fell limply to the side, almost suppressing Pena who stopped crying in surprise.
I have long wanted to hit someone so happily... I only used two points of strength, so I shouldn't smash Mid Sequence Beyonder to death... Angel glanced at Zaka and found that although the other person was breathing weakly, he didn't look like he was dying. Then he looked at Pena, who was holding up her skirt with both hands to cover her body, and asked:
"Do you remember who I am?"
"Of course you remember. I met with you yesterday and told you the information about 'Dream Festival' that I investigated." Pena got up from the ground, his face and eyes still red from the experience just now, "Why didn't you come here earlier? Why did you let me encounter this kind of thing!"
She suddenly roared and rushed towards Angel.