Cheng Han set aside his minor resentment over "Profound Pavilion plagiarizing without paying patent fees" and began using "chess piece" to inspect the situation at the various Patrol Stations.
The results were fairly good.
Because of Martial Law, the dozen or so Patrol Stations had long since prepared their responses. All of them had withstood the monsters' attacks, and not a single Patrol Station had been breached.
Of course.
With such a massive offensive organized by the Dream Arising Society, casualties were inevitable.
As many as seven Patrol Officers had died in battle.
Eleven Spirit Mastiffs had made heroic sacrifices.
More than twenty Patrol Officers had sustained injuries of varying severity, with six of them left disabled by their wounds.
The cost could not be called anything less than grievous.
But it was still within an acceptable range, and somewhat better than expected.
At this.
Cheng Han could only let out a long sigh.
A thought rose in his heart once more: Below Heretical Gods, all are ants!
The Serpent of Sin and Life had yet to fully awaken. It had merely spoken a single "dream word," yet it had already unleashed a disaster upon the human world.
He shook his head, his expression solemn. "Humanity will face even more difficulties next. Raising my own strength as quickly as possible is the foundation."
Cheng Han decisively muttered, "Deduction!"
During his earlier battle with the Grand Dream Master, the Grand Dream Master's dream-entry techniques and the "Dream Shield" had both offered worthwhile lessons.
Now that the battle was over, it was time to reap the rewards.
A chill ran across his scalp.
His Spirit Value dropped by several points.
On the "spirit" side of the Body Forging Imprint, one core subsidiary structure—the mark representing dream techniques—rapidly filled in substantially.
Then.
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