My little country

Lilliputian, there is a sea area with very weak spatiotemporal turbulence. The unique spatiotemporal sea environment here makes the communication and communication between the various continents much easier than other places.

Many family forces led by legendary wizards can cultivate merchant ships to travel to and from this sea.

This has created the prosperity of this sea area.

It also caused many Morning Star wizards to find ways to stay here after driving the mainland.

Naturally, such an environment cannot fail to attract prying eyes. Fortunately, the more than a dozen continents that first settled in this sea area were formed into a big power that is now considered a first-class power, and hooked up with the shelter of the forbidden-level force in the Canyon of the Dead.

So as to protect the peace of this place.

The largest continent in this sea area is called the Nine Saint Continent.

Rumor has it that nine highly respected and knowledgeable saints have been born on this continent, thus making it their name.

The center of the Nine Saints Continent is a huge city with flowers like a brocade: the city of the Nine Saints.

This Nine Holy City gathers the culture, force and commerce of the Nine Holy Continent and even the surrounding continents.

It can be called the core hub of this peaceful sea!

The population that travels to and from this city on weekdays will not be less than 10 million, and the number of permanent residents in the city is as large as 30 million.

So how to maintain the daily consumption of this city every year is the top priority of the city's managers.

Simply ensuring that the supplied fleet can make fewer mistakes will consume a lot of management energy.

The permanent residents of the City of Nine Saints do not understand the above difficulties, but are very content with the majesty of the city they are in.

This gave them a sense of co-prosperity among the residents, which made them boldly look at each other even when facing an extraordinary powerhouse one or two levels higher than themselves.

Many residents of the City of Nine Saints even think that no city in this world can compare to the City of Nine Saints.

Although they are not belonging to the Forbidden Land-level forces, they also live in the most prosperous central area in the world!

Until Xiao Yu’s propaganda projection stone was brought here by a businessman, the shocking movie blockbuster-like scenes scared the hearts and souls of the residents of the Nine Saints City and subverted their three views.

Some sane people had to accept the facts, secretly sighing that they were just a group of frogs at the bottom of the well, and they had the idea of ​​going to the miraculous city to take a look around.

Of course, I feel that the content of the projection stone is fake and deceptive. Even if the wizard is certified, it must be a collusion or the ability of a certain world wonder. It can make up thousands of reasons to doubt it. Residents who don't believe it are also there.

In the evening, in the storage area of ​​the City of Nine Saints, the unloading workers who had been busy for a day were rushing to unload the last batch of goods from the trucks pulled by the nearly ten-meter-long mountain tiger.

These unloading workers were panting and using various tools to work, but some people could not stand it and did not dare to stop.

If this truck cannot be unloaded on time, you have to continue to work overtime. Overtime means that the time for meals and rest will be compressed later.

You know, these workers need to come here again at four o'clock in the morning the next day.

If you don’t have enough rest time, you will really die!

"what!"

A muscular man about two meters tall unloaded the last box of goods, and then the strong man carried a box that was more than half his body and walked into the warehouse quickly.

A black-haired young man in his twenties looked at the brawny man, drooling enviously, and rejoiced:

"Fortunately, Mogni came to our group this week, otherwise we have to work overtime these days until the evening is finished."

"Yeah, thanks to him, otherwise we are the damn group, right?"

Next to the black-haired youth was a middle-aged bald man with a pale face. He sighed:

"I heard from the team next door that the amount of goods shipped in the past few days is obviously a lot more, and someone in their team has started to vomit blood.

"Damn it, these vampires! They increase the quantity of goods, but they never want to increase the money. Is this trying to kill us?"

The black-haired youth complained in a low voice.

The middle-aged man shook his head with a wry smile:

"You are still young. This has been the case here for hundreds of years. If we die, they will just change to a younger one. Here, we live one more day and earn one more day."

Compared to the dark-haired youth who was a little excited, the middle-aged man had obviously accepted the reality that unloaders were cheap consumables.

After all, people like them are really powerless to change anything.

Although the city of the Nine Saints is prosperous and great, the prosperity and greatness belong to the extraordinary.

There is no contact with ordinary people.

Even in order to maintain such a prosperous economy with a relatively high cost-effectiveness, the superior and transcendents will increase the squeeze and exploitation of these people.

And these people will become workers. In the City of the Nine Saints, they are often refused because they want to be serfs, and there is no other way out.

After all, the landlord has no more food at home.

As for rebellion?

Extraordinary power belongs to its own world, and the combination of power and power makes this pyramid structure more stable.

The weakness of mortals was magnified to the limit.

The only resistance they can do...maybe the only thing left is suicide.

However, in the recent period, the City of the Nine Saints has gradually undergone strange changes.

First of all, wizards who are rarely seen in ordinary times began to appear frequently in slums.

Then, in the Chase shop where hundreds of them slept together, a kerosene lamp was hung up impressively.

The lamp is small, but the palm is big, but it is particularly conspicuous in the dark, as if it can play a role in dispelling the darkness.

From three days ago.

The black-haired youth and other unloading workers received orders from management:

The lights must be lighted when it gets dark!

Those who have nightmares after falling asleep must report it as soon as possible!

These are two commands that seem strange to the workers.

But the attentive black-haired youth discovered one thing.

Since I started lighting.

He hasn't dreamed for three days!

This made him feel uncomfortable, and it was the first insomnia in his life last night, which made him almost vomiting and bleeding today.

The black-haired young man is named Matthew, and he has been hiding a secret these days.

Perhaps it was a week ago, or earlier?

Matthew found that after falling asleep, he would have a dream that seemed to be indistinguishable from the real one.

In his dream, Matthew was lying on the big wooden bed he had seen, eating unlimited braised pork and drinking the most expensive ale in the pub.

Those noble ladies and even the wives who had seen him dismissive of him on weekdays even climbed onto the big wooden bed, wiping out the demons and defending them casually.

This day, even if you know it is false, it is just a beautiful dream.

And with the weird behavior of the wizards, this dream is likely to be a trap with honey hidden.

But after tasting the taste of honey, Matthew is still willing to pay all the price, just to try again.

Matthew felt that there would be no hope in his future life. What's wrong with using that hopeless second half of his life for a night of beauty!

So, on this night.

Accompanied by the snoring sound, Matthew quietly climbed out of the threshold of Chase Shop. He planned to sleep in a place without lights.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, Matthew opened his eyes wide and looked at the night in the City of Nine Saints with an incredible face.

I don't know when it started, the night in the city of the Nine Saints was also brightly lit!

On both sides of the road, wall lamps are hung every kilometer to emit soft light.

In the sky, there are floating airships hanging huge kerosene lamps constantly parading.

Under the fire, the city of the Nine Saints was bright.

The corners of Matthew's mouth twitched a few times before crawling back.

He stared at the lamp on the Chase shop with red eyes. After three steps and two steps, he climbed up quietly, and then extinguished the faint flame of the flame lamp.

The flame went out.

Matthew can finally fall asleep peacefully and enter the world of dreams as he wished.

The corners of Matthew's mouth in his sleep split to its maximum, and a trace of saliva dripped out.

Matthew didn't know.

As the flame on the lamp was extinguished.

The cold atmosphere surrounds this chase shop.

In just a few minutes, hundreds of people in the Chase Shop began to show pain on their faces, and they began to experience terrifying and strange nightmares again and again.

At the same time.

The depths of the palace of the saints in the city of the nine saints.

The top nine people who manage this continent are gathering together, staring at the crystal ball with ugly expressions.

"Still can't stop the erosion of nightmare power!"

"We underestimated that Cthulhu, even if the dream-drive light works, he is still slowly and uncontrollably expanding its pollution range."

"Also, the intensity is increasing."

"The monster of the nightmare world, I am afraid it will come out again."

Among the nine, one with white hair was full of sadness, holding a scepter and tapping on the floor lightly:

"The lord of the Valley of the Dead sent a reply not long ago, let us wait for changes as long as we can."

"It really doesn't work, he can provide us with a Forbidden Spirit Curse."

"what?"

The other eight people smiled upon hearing this: "But that forbidden curse can prevent the infestation of nightmare power?"

The white-haired old man nodded when he heard the words, but then shook his head and smiled bitterly:

"That forbidden curse can turn everyone in the City of Nine Saints into undead creatures."

"The low-level undead cannot dream."

"..."

When the other eight people heard this answer, they were all silent.

A little, one of them gritted his teeth and said:

"This may also be a last resort. After all, we all know that the evil god is involved. The most taboo thing is to kill the evil spirit indiscriminately, and let the evil god get grievances and grievances."

"If you use this forbidden curse, you will directly take the food from the mouth of the evil god."

"The City of Nine Saints should be safe."

Speaking of this, the other person also agreed:

"That's true, as long as we are still there, the foundation of the City of Nine Saints is still there, and we will be able to recover at most a hundred years."

The white-haired old man was silent and said for a long time:

"This is the last resort, it's not a last resort, it's better not to use it."

"I am a nostalgic person."

"Ha ha."

Hearing the words of the white-haired old man, the other eight sneered in their hearts, they all knew why each other was reluctant.

In today's Nine Saints City, at least 50% of the property is owned by this white-haired old man's family.

For this reason, at least 70% of the young talents in his family have also come to this city of Nine Saints.

In order to avoid the spread of nightmare power infestation.

In the middle of the night a week ago, when the Cthulhu descended, there were people in the city of the Nine Saints who were polluted by aura. Those below the legend, but don't even want to run!

"Do you want to offer a reward?"

"A reward?"

"Yes, this time the opponent is the evil god who can pollute people's hearts and souls with nightmares. We don't know much about it. Maybe there are strange people who can do what others can do?"

"Well, let's offer a reward."

"In addition, expand the scope of dream-drive lights! Increase martial law!"

"Also, those who are deeply polluted by nightmares... take care of them as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

After the nine people discussed, they decided to leave the meeting.

Suddenly, an elf flew over and fell on the shoulder of the white-haired old man and muttered a few times.

The white-haired old man showed a stunned expression and immediately looked at the other eight people:

"The Whitefang Saint came back from the Canyon of the Dead, he also brought other important news."

The Whitefang Saint is the city lord of this city of Nine Saints and the morning star wizard of this continent.

For his return, the other eight people were not too surprised and sat back to their original positions.

After a while, the White Fang Saint, wearing a white ghost mask and a white robe, walked in with a ray of afterimage.

After sitting in the first place, the white-toothed saint uttered a sound that is neither Yin nor Yang:

"In this case, the Canyon of the Dead is too tightly controlled by the abyss, so there is no spare energy to fight the evil god behind the nightmare."

"But... I found new friends!"

"new friend?"

This time, the nine people were stunned, but they hadn't heard the word friend for a long time.

"I don't know... which power is it?"

The white-haired old man asked cautiously.

"The City of Miracles!"

The Whitefang Saint replied simply and neatly:

"In fact, they contacted me first this time."

"It seems...The Son of God in the City of Miracles is very interested in the nightmare events happening in the City of Nine Saints."

"He took the initiative to propose that he is willing to resolve this matter for us and assist us in the losses suffered by the city of the Nine Saints!"

"It just needs us to cooperate as much as possible with the city of miracles in the next action."

"There is no problem with cooperation."

The white-haired old man and the others nodded repeatedly, with a subtle expression:

"It's just that the reputation of the son of god in the city of miracles does not seem to be very good."

"Yes, our Nine Saints City is so prosperous, after he came..."

Several old people all expressed their worries about the sky being three hundred meters high and the ground sinking three hundred meters.

Obviously, the sturdy behaviors made by the City of Miracles during several friendly exchanges have greatly affected the senses of the people with lofty ideals around it.

The Whitefang Saint shook his head slightly:

"This is something that has already been set."

"Also, we have no choice."

"Tell you the truth."

"The evil god behind the nightmare... will not be weaker than the ancient seven evil gods!"

"Forbidden land-level princes don't take action!"

"Not only the City of Nine Saints, but also the Continent of Nine Saints, it will also become a dead place!"