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Chapter 125 Battle in Dreams

Chapter 125 Battle in Dreams

In the "Dark Forest," the trees obscure the sky, and the entire forest is filled with an atmosphere of darkness and desolation.

Kane looked at everything before him and felt a sense of familiarity.

A group of Drow descendants stood beside him, all eyes fixed on him, as if waiting for him to give orders.

He was standing on a thick tree canopy, and below the canopy was a group of adventurers and soldiers, led by Rufus, who was once part of the ruling council's guard. Bell stood beside him.

The two looked around with their heads down, as if searching for something.

Kane looked at the scene with a calm expression, but his mind was racing.

"Sure enough, the Theresa we caught is the Lady of Dreams."

A smile played on his lips, his eyes filled with an air of complete control.

Before entering the dream, he repeatedly recalled his memories of fighting in the Dark Forest and deliberately put himself into the identity of the Drow through constant suggestion.

The dream demon seemed to only be able to read his shallow memories, mistaking him for a drow and failing to recognize him as the one who had chased her in Twin Harbor.

"However, I had anticipated that she would not be willing to be captured, which is why she tried to find a way out by creating dreams."

"Very well, I'll use this dream to see if she has any value in leaving behind."

Kane pondered for a moment, then looked up at the sky, but the sky remained unchanged.

He smiled faintly, looked at the Drow soldiers in front of him, and ordered in a deep voice, "Get down."

But none of the drow moved. Instead, they all raised their eyes and stared at him with their deep gazes. Their unanimous eyes sent chills down one's spine.

Kane glanced down at the canopy and saw that Rufus, Bell, and the others had also stopped searching and were all looking up in his direction.

Everyone stared at him, motionless, as if he were an alien outcast.

Kane chuckled softly and slowly clapped his hands, the "clap clap clap" sounding particularly jarring in the silent forest: "As expected, my thought processes in the dream couldn't escape your detection after all. But this is all you can read."

Hearing his confident words, everyone asked in unison, "What do you want to do?"

Kane remained unfazed, his tone flat: "What I want to do depends on your worth."

He paused, then grinned, revealing gleaming white teeth. "What, aren't you going to make a move?"

Before he could finish speaking, the drow suddenly drew their daggers and scimitars and stabbed at him simultaneously.

Kane's blood surged, and without the slightest hesitation, he slashed fiercely at the weapon of the nearest Drow descendant with his curved blade, knocking the blade away.

Then, with a swift swing, he cleaved the drow's head in two, and a mist of blood instantly spread across the treetops.

At the same time, he dodged the dagger thrusting from his side, and with a backhand, he plunged his curved blade into the chest of another drow behind him. He twisted his wrist forcefully, and the latter instantly coughed up blood and collapsed.

Corpses fell one after another from the treetops, but Kane showed no fear. He brandished his sword and fought again, unleashing the Susas Curved Blade Technique.

But at that moment, he suddenly turned his head.

Whoosh!

An arrow grazed past his ear; it was Bell who had fired it.

Kane remained calm, leaped down from the treetop, and with a swift movement, bypassed the crowd, swinging his sword at Bell.

But then, with a loud "bang," Rufus stepped forward and blocked the scimitar just as it was about to reach the second-tier ranger Bell.

Rufus wielded a one-handed sword and used the same combat technique he had used in their previous encounter, "Cleave," which was one of the few combat techniques Kane had ever seen.

The force of this strike was extremely powerful; the instantaneous impact nearly split Kane's hand, and his weapon almost slipped from his grasp.

At that very moment, Bell drew his bowstring taut, and an arrow shot fiercely toward Kane's head.

"Shield!"

An invisible energy shield suddenly unfolded in front of him, steadily blocking the sharp arrow.

At the same time, a dagger in the hand of a corpse on the ground flew through the air and stabbed straight at Bell.

Bell hastily raised his hand to block, but the next moment, his eyes widened in horror. Kane had actually managed to hold down Rufus's blade with his bare hands, his palms bleeding profusely, but using that force, his curved blade pierced through Rufus's chest with ferocious force.

Rufus's body crashed to the ground, and Kane immediately cast a cloud spell, causing a thick fog to spread out instantly, obscuring everyone's vision.

But the next second, a flash of cold light appeared, and Bell's neck was severed.

Kane charged into the crowd below with his sword, and moments later, whether they were descendants of the Drow, the guards of the ruling council, or mercenaries, they all fell in pools of blood.

Kane stood amidst the corpses, a smile playing on his lips, blood still seeping from the wound on his palm, the blood slowly sliding down.

He looked down at the corpse on the ground and said in a deep voice, "Show yourself? We can have a good talk."

In his view, this dream demon actually had a lot of uses.

Firstly, she can only access surface memories and cannot delve into her deeper memories, especially those involving significant events in the past.

As long as he can control his thoughts, he doesn't need to worry about the secret being leaked.

Secondly, the other party's abilities can only be used in dreams; in reality, he is nothing more than a weakling.

The person she possessed was only at the apprentice level, not even a formal professional.

The only problem is that she is currently attached to Theresa, which means he cannot kill her directly.

Thirdly, she can simulate incredibly realistic environments and enemies, which is undoubtedly a free top-tier sparring partner for Kane, an opportunity that is hard to come by.

This means that Kane can use her dreams to train, saving her nighttime sleep time and giving her an extra six hours of improvement opportunities every day.

Upon hearing his words, the corpse on the ground remained motionless and then vanished into thin air.

In an instant, Kane found himself in the main hall of the wooden fortress, with a woman sitting opposite him. There was a wooden table between them, and the woman's face was covered by a black veil, so her features could not be seen.

Unlike before, there was a cup of floral tea in front of him.

Kane smiled slightly, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and the faint floral fragrance spread in his mouth.

The taste was exactly the same as the tea that Mrs. Ella had served him in his memory.

The woman's gaze fell on him, her face veiled in black, but Kane showed no surprise whatsoever.

"What do you want to talk about?" A hoarse voice came from behind the black veil.

Kane put down his teacup, his smile gentle: "Let's talk. I can protect you."

"Protection?" The woman spoke as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, her tone full of disdain.

"Foolish Drow, you are nothing but an insignificant mortal in the many material planes, a mere second-order ant, yet you dare to presume to protect the great abyssal demon? Do you want to die? I—"

Her black veil suddenly fell off, revealing a gaping, blood-red mouth, its appearance ferocious and terrifying.

Kane, however, paid no attention, took another sip of tea, and calmly looked at the bluffing demon in front of him.

A dog that bites never barks; the more the other person does this, the more it reveals their inner fear.

Kane secretly pondered, and besides, up to this point, all the dream demon could read was the surface memory that he had deliberately revealed.

For a spellcaster, consciously controlling their thoughts is a fundamental skill.

He looked up at the demon, his smile unchanged: "I'll provide you with three meals a day and protect you. In addition, I'll give you five silver coins every month as a reward."

"Five silver coins? You're offering this to a beggar!" The demon's gaping maw paused slightly, then glared at him fiercely. "Too little—"

"So, a gold coin?" Kane raised an eyebrow.

The demon's gaping maw snapped shut, a thoughtful look in its eyes, but it quickly recovered and glared at him fiercely again: "Don't even think about it! Hand over your soul and limbs obediently, and then—"

Kane sighed softly, his tone flat: "It seems there's no point in negotiating?"

Seeing that the other party was still stubborn, Kane's smile deepened, and he said, "Then take a look at this thing, do you recognize it?" A curved knife suddenly appeared in his hand.

What caused the female demon's expression to change drastically was the familiar incantation that had forced her to flee in a sorry state at Twin Harbor: "Protect from evil!"