Pena is also affected by negative emotions? By the way, she, Zaka, and Lucas all lived in Tizamo Town for a year, and developed a negative personality similar to that of other townspeople. When they entered Dream Invasion on this day, they were controlled by him... "Nightmare" Where is Lucas? He won't go out and manipulate other people, right? In the dream, he should be stronger than other Beyonder...
Several thoughts flashed through Angel's mind at the same time. When this "Spirit Medium" jumped in front of him, he stretched out his hand and detonated a "Slumber Charm" Charm that he took out from Mirror World.
In the dream, this Charm is naturally fake, but like her other abilities, it can exert real effects. With a slight explosion, Pena, only Sequence 7, was instantly surrounded by deep sleep, fell to the ground, face down and stopped moving.
"After being controlled by extreme emotions, she became both a victim and a perpetrator... No, everyone in the town is a victim. The problem lies in the power that creates dreams..."
Angel picked up Pena and put him back on the bed beside him. "Weapon Master" Zaka lay on the floor aggrievedly and left the building.
She originally planned to summon the three "Numinous Episcopate" to explore Dream Festival together and protect them by the way, but after contacting them, she discovered that unlike herself who had the power to protect them from the "dream", these Beyonder also fell into the same situation as the first exploration team last year, being completely controlled by the dream and losing their ability to move.
Their memories are still there and they know the identity of Angel, but they are unable to cooperate at all.
So I'm still the only one exploring... Angel sighed and didn't try to find the last missing team member, but headed in the direction where the ghosts in the cemetery flew before. That is the direction of the original jungle, while "Dream Festival" only accommodates the surrounding plantations in other directions, but the jungle direction contains a considerable forest area, obviously there is some kind of anomaly.
She did not use Mirror World to move quickly, but walked on the streets, expecting the power hidden in the dark to find her instead of looking for it herself.
Avoiding the gradually noisy main road, Angel came to the edge of the town. Just as he was about to cross a plantation blocking the road and enter the primitive jungle, he heard a scream coming from inside the manor where the plantation belonged.
The voice was sharp, high-pitched, and slightly broken, and it obviously belonged to a minor.
Angel frowned and stopped.
She didn't mind too much when passing through the town. Firstly, because most of the atrocities did not actually involve danger to life. Although most people had negative emotions, they still had a certain resistance to killing the residents they usually knew. The movement of 100 people in the central square of the town was even a consensual party. Secondly, she was worried that "Dream Festival" would end at any time and let her waste a whole year waiting for the next abnormal dream to appear.
But that doesn't mean she can remain indifferent to the loss of life.
Let's fight quickly... Angel made a "tsk" sound, and his figure flashed into the manor, which was composed of a four-story beige building and a huge garden.
Smoke filled the inside of the manor, and screams, grins, and shouts came one after another. Gunshots were heard from time to time inside the main house, and the bushes, which were maintained not much different from the gardens of Backlund's high-end villas, were set alight. In the light of the fire, several men dressed as plantation slaves were splashing oil everywhere in an attempt to make the flames burn brighter.
"Haha, burn you North Continent dogs!"
One of them shouted with fanaticism, the hatred in his eyes undisguised.
Regardless of the possibility that the manor would really be burned down, there was no telling how many people would die, including themselves... Angel stretched out his hand and waved, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, the flames in the garden were extinguished in an instant, and the low shrubs were even covered with a thin layer of frost.
Several excited slaves rolled their eyes and fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
After clearing this hidden danger, Angel pushed open the half-open door of the main house and entered the two-story high hall.
What was happening in the brightly lit room made her eyes widen in surprise.
On the thick wool carpet, a middle-aged woman with long black hair spread behind her and her skirt lifted up to reveal her fair skin was hugging a strong Southern Continent slave.
There were several naked and impatient slaves standing nearby.
At the top of the spiral staircase leading from the living room to the main house, several men dressed as servants were holding Hunting Rifle or pistols and aiming at the top of the stairs. From time to time they would pull the trigger to shoot bullets, or they would avoid the counterattacks from above. A servant who had been shot in the shoulder and was moaning was already lying on the ground.
The two groups of people were clearly in the same room, but were strangely divided into two parts. No one noticed Angel who walked through the door.
In the corner of the hall, a black-haired girl about twelve or thirteen years old curled up, covered her ears with her hands, and watched everything with dull eyes.
Spirituality told Angel that the scream just now was made by this girl.
I thought there was some murder, but the woman seemed to enjoy "Dream Festival". The man upstairs who was holding a gun to fight back was very accurate and had good tactical skills. There would be no danger in a short time... Angel watched everything happening in the hall speechlessly, and finally decided to stop this farce to avoid leaving a psychological shadow on the girl.
Although she will most likely forget all this when she wakes up.
As the non-fatal disease that put the slaves outside the house into coma spread silently in the air, the middle-aged woman with average appearance but quite good figure seemed to have exhausted all her strength, slowly lying on the chest of the slave beneath her, and fell asleep. Then came several slaves beside her, another group of people fighting on the stairs.
A few seconds passed, the gunfire stopped, the heavy breathing and low curses disappeared at the same time, the whole manor was deathly silent, and only the black-haired girl shivering in the corner and Angel were still awake in the hall.
Angel, who wanted to leave, looked at the girl's empty eyes, sighed secretly, walked forward, squatted down and looked at the girl with standard North Continent appearance, stroked her long black hair as smooth as satin, and said softly:
"Don't be afraid, it's safe here."
As Angel used a little of the power of "Instigation", the girl's eyes slowly focused on her disguised round face, and her trembling body calmed down.
Only then did Angel notice that she was different from the other Tizamo Town residents she had encountered before, and did not exude obvious malice or extremely negative emotions.
Could it be that she was scared out of her wits... She asked tentatively:
"Can you tell sister what your name is?"
"Ah, Amandina..." the girl replied hesitantly, her tone gradually becoming smoother, "Can you go upstairs to see dad? I'm worried that he will be injured."
"He is safe," Angel comforted, extremely confident in his ability to control the disease. "And his shooting skills are very good. Those people should not have hurt him."
"He once got Legion of Honor Medal, and others called him Sir Pettit!"
After hearing Angel's words, Amandina finally showed a smile on his face and said excitedly.
The girl's appearance did not look like she had entered "Dream Festival", which made Angel a little curious. After questioning, he learned that she had just returned to Tizamo Town from Pylos Port two days ago, and had been studying at Grammar School in the port for most of the year.
Because the time it took to enter the "Dream Festival" range was too short and I hadn't absorbed too many negative emotions yet, so I didn't show much malice? Angel guessed, and suddenly remembered that Sir Pettit was the father of Amandina from the young guys he met in the town before. Then...
She glanced at the middle-aged woman who was half-naked and sleeping on the slave's chest, and found that the figure was indeed outstanding, and there was no trace of her being the mother of a teenage girl.
Still worse than me... Looking down at his chest, Angel commented, and then Ice Mirror condensed a blue snowflake shape on his fingertips, gave the girl a mirror that barely emitted low temperature and was difficult to melt, and said:
"Don't worry about other people, they are just asleep. Go to your room and lock the doors and windows to hide. If there is anyone outside, don't Door Opening. If anyone breaks in, hold this mirror and call my name.
"My name is Angelica."
After saying that, Angel no longer lingered in the manor, and the figure blurred and disappeared in front of Amandina's eyes, causing the girl to cry out in horror, almost thinking that what just happened was just a dream.
After a moment, she hugged Ice Mirror tightly in her arms, hesitantly bypassing her disheveled mother and the slaves and servants who were usually docile and obedient, but tonight they were like crazy, and ran towards her bedroom.
Leaving the manor, Angel finally entered the primitive jungle shrouded in light mist, which seemed a bit illusory.
The "Hidden Holy Emblem" on her wrist became colder and colder, and the mist that constantly switched between black and white on the surface became thicker. The red aura of "Blood Emperor" inside was suppressed to the deepest level, making it almost difficult to see clearly.
This made Angel sure that she was getting closer to her real goal.
"I came here last time in a dream without anyone, and cut down a few trees, but I didn't encounter any changes in the Holy Emblem..."
Angel was thinking as his eyes swept over the tree stump that he had chopped down last time and had yet to grow branches again.
Like the walls of the hotel, traces of the last damage are still there, but they will be slowly repaired as the dream continues to prepare for next year's "Dream Festival".
This allowed her to confirm the continuity and destructibility of dreams.
If everything is irreversible, she can also summon the real Catastrophe in her dream, burying the entire dream world with meteorites, earthquakes and volcanic eruptions to prevent the danger from spreading to reality.
Of course, that will make the entire residents of Tizamo Town, including the three-person team of "Numinous Episcopate" and the just Amandina, really die within the next three months.
I hope it won't come to that point... She gathered her thoughts and walked deeper into the jungle.