"The next time I encounter an Unspeakable, I'll be able to protect myself."
No matter how many enemies there were or how terrifying the beings that came, it made no difference to Gao Ming. Once he used Delirium, everyone—including him—would meet a horrific end.
"Equal madness, equal death. No wonder Dream sealed this ability inside the Main Shrine. It's a poisoned blade the weak can thrust at the strong." Seeing Gao Ming's wretched state, Number Two shook his head. Gao Ming had nearly died from a mere touch just now. Probably only a madman would treasure an ability this insane.
"Dreamfold Town's deep nightmare was built on the foundation of one of Dream's ordinary shrines. If I build a nightmare around Dream's Main Shrine, it'll become even more stable. Even Unspeakables won't be able to escape easily. Then I can use Delirium and drive them all mad." Just thinking about it excited Gao Ming.
"You'll probably collapse into madness before the Unspeakables even start losing their minds. You'll forget who you are, forget your abilities, and forget that you're living in a dream." Number Two poured cold water on Gao Ming's enthusiasm. "Delirium isn't a normal method. It's a sickness. Whatever you do, don't become dependent on it."
While Number Two earnestly tried to talk sense into Gao Ming, the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal, who had completely occupied the Main Shrine, let out a roar that resounded throughout Dreamfold Town. The divine patterns on his skin grew more complex. The wounds left by decay tore open, and eight brand-new arms emerged from his body, each hand engraved with the pattern of a different weapon.
These were not conventional sabers, spears, swords, or halberds. Perhaps influenced by Dream, the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal's weapons were tied to mental corruption, Flesh-and-Blood Theology, and mutated violence. Every