Chapter 2814: Chapter 575: Arcane Throne, The Legendary Gargamel!

Ghost Alley Domain.

A certain territory.

Inside the castle, an eerie thin figure resembling a street lamp is asleep. It is [Mr. Street Lamp], a friend of [Skin Stripping Ben].

The skin stripper’s death made it realize that a spectre is lingering in the Nightmare World, randomly hunting the Nightmare Lords.

No one has captured it so far. The high-ranking Monarchs are indifferent to the lives of the lower tiers, engrossed in the upcoming invasion wars. They’re madly recruiting Nightmare Creatures and Lords in their territories.

Once a Nightmare Overlord investigated this matter, but as there were no clues, eventually it was left unresolved. Ultimately, there are simply too many Nightmare Creatures; every day brings countless deaths, and unless an Overlord Level falls, the upper echelons simply do not care.

"Squeak..."

A black wind blew open the castle door.

Mr. Street Lamp opened his eyes and coldly said:

"Who?"

He released an aura at level 8, a mysterious amber light illuminated within a hundred miles, only to see a dark shadow like a swordfish rushing ahead, appearing before him in an instant. A pitch-black, cold longsword stabbed, bringing forth a flash of black light.

Crack.

The street lamp head cracked open with a click, then with a sizzling sound, it completely exploded, the headless corpse falling to the ground.

A shadow in demonic armor formed, sitting on Mr. Street Lamp’s large bed, picked up the Nightmare Crystal, devouring the corpse.

It was always so silent, since its birth, it hadn’t said a word.

In its mind, the Pan-Plane seemed to reflect worlds and civilizations like star points, most of which were in the territory of the Council of Ten Thousand Clans. Threads of fear and negative power flowed into its body, allowing it to grow steadily at every moment.

Unwittingly, the name of Twilight Demon had spread across several domains, leaving a notorious reputation in nearly eight hundred worlds, whereas some Weak Gods’ Belief Lands were only one or two thousand, not exceeding three thousand small worlds.

Because it actively attacked, created, and spread fear, thus achieving such a terrifying rate of growth. Today, ordinary level 8 Nightmare Lords were no longer a match for it. In this world of despair and terror, apart from Overlords and Monarchs, everyone else was its prey.

...

Three years later.

Nora Calendar 1615, Blood Battle 1503.

Nightmare World.

At a distance extremely remote from the Black Dragon Territory lies the vast Mind Domain.

This immense Nightmare Land is perpetually shrouded in pale golden mist, no one dares to tread lightly, faint dragon roars echo, the endless towering Flesh and Blood Mountains declare its owner.

Spirit Monarch Helmont!

In the realm of Nightmare, ranked among the best.

Rumors say this Monarch can perceive all beings’ inner hearts, even ordinary Gods, if it wishes, stand no chance of privacy in front of those all-seeing Golden Eyes, hence no one dares to visit this Monarch lightly.

Who doesn’t have some darkness in their heart?

Moreover, Spirit Monarch possesses the strongest spell-like ability of the mind system within the Multidimensional Plane, capable of killing invisibly, destroying one’s will.

Historically, the astral world and Nightmare World have erupted in many local wars. Gods trying to break into this golden mist, except for strong Gods, almost none met a good end. Even some Weak Gods were hit by Spirit Monarch’s mind spell in God’s Incarnation and had their divine fire extinguished from across the astral world.

The strange mind spell, impossible to guard against.

Henceforth, this has become a forbidden zone for life.

Unlike other Nightmare Monarchs, Spirit Monarch is solitary, beneath its command not a single Nightmare Creature, it is mysterious and elusive.

Three figures arrived at the edge of the mist.

Devouring Sky Demon Lord, Rotten Sovereign, Ghost Alley Monarch.

"Are we really going to meet that one?"

Ghost Alley Monarch felt a bit nervous.

Rotten Sovereign said:

"What are you afraid of, with Demon Lord accompanying, will that giant dragon swallow you?"

"I’m not afraid, I just feel it’s unnecessary. This one is too proud, consistently disdainful of being among us, even ignoring the Lost Monarch, impossible to invite."

Ghost Alley Monarch defended.

"Let’s go, remember, don’t damage a single blade or leaf within the mist, otherwise, provoke that one, it’ll be even more hopeless."

Devouring Sky Demon Lord said as He stepped into the mist, followed by the other two.

Within the golden mist, dragons hovered in the air deeply, golden rivers flowed endlessly, and beautifully radiant golden landscapes unfolded. In short, the scenery here was vibrant, utterly inconsistent with the eerie red and black of the Nightmare World.

"Heard that inside the mist is the dragon’s mind domain, when it dreams its dreamscapes are materialized by its powerful spirit force, transforming into trees and grass, mountains and rivers, all creatures."

"From my observations, over the past ten thousand years, the golden mist has constantly expanded, this one’s power is growing ever stronger, probably quite close to the Void Dragon."

"Therefore, if we manage to invite him, this battle is basically secured. Just one Lost Monarch isn’t enough, after all, Edmund is too fierce... Heavenly Will is strong too, and that Frost Witch isn’t weak."

In low whispers, the three suddenly stopped.

The golden mist churned, within it emerged a pair of incredibly brilliant, blinding Golden Dragon Eyes, radiating endless majesty.

All life has heart, even Nightmare Monarchs.

At this moment, Ghost Alley Monarch felt like its heart was wide open, being ogled completely by those dragon eyes, leaving it both shamed and angry, yet not daring to act out.

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