Chapter 185 Dream in a Dream

Suren listened to the tactics being deployed through the communicator, a hint of playfulness appearing on his face.

Julian?

The name was naturally that of the "Dream Thief," Julian Williams.

A mysterious-type professional adept in mental illusions, his abilities were somewhat similar to the Wailing Banshee's, capable of hypnotizing people into dreams and killing them within those dreams.

She was also one of the elders of the old Lingdun "Occult Society."

…

Hearing that name in the communicator, Suren knew what the people behind him were planning.

He glanced back and saw that, of the seven pursuers, two had separated to guard a purple-robed female warlock.

Since casting that dream-weaving spell required full concentration and didn't allow for dodging attacks, this action was likely out of fear that Suren would suddenly pull out the Black Scythe, so his companions could provide timely assistance.

Suren increased the distance between them.

But he knew that the spell was unavoidable; increasing the distance was only so that he wouldn't be caught when he started killing people in the dream.

Second-tier professionals, more or less, had cursed objects with strange abilities.

Especially the experts raised by a large financial group like the Oliver family, who weren't short of good things.

Suren's intelligence revealed that the "Dream Thief," Julian, possessed a special cursed object with a very high affinity for her abilities: the Angers' Dream Refraction Mirror.

A cursed object capable of casting mental spells remotely through a mirror.

Just as the female warlock took out the mirror, Suren threw a pile of Mechanical Spiders towards the ground again.

This time, unlike the Smoke Spiders from before, these had special markings.

Having made this small move, he saw that, not far from him, the outline projection of an ancient mirror had already appeared.

…

He'd been hit, without a trace.

The surrounding scenery hadn't changed; it was still inside the ruins.

Anyone else really wouldn't have noticed that they'd already fallen for an illusion.

Suren looked down at the movements of his fingers, a mocking smile appearing in his eyes: "I'm in a dream..."

The methods of mysterious-type warlocks were hard to guard against, especially that mirror capable of projecting mental spells remotely, making it impossible to avoid. Anyone else would have been at a great disadvantage against just Julian.

Suren didn't show any abnormalities, continuing to run in the dream.

And at that moment.

The robed warlock behind him caught up.

A mental-type warlock who clearly wasn't good at chasing was now suddenly catching up as if teleporting, flashing closer and closer.

Because this was her dream; she could have everything.

Since Suren knew that this was a dream created by the enemy.

He didn't try to fight this woman.

Julian was the creator of this dream; she was the master of the dream; she was invincible here.

The normal script was that Suren would unknowingly fall into the dream and then start fighting back.

But he would soon discover in horror that shooting wouldn't kill her, Spider Spears couldn't pierce her... no methods worked.

And the other party could slowly torture him to death.

This was very buggy; you simply couldn't kill her in her dream,

But she could kill you very easily.

Although there was a time difference in the dream, Suren didn't plan to waste time with this "Dream Thief," Julian.

Physical means couldn't harm her, so he would use mental means.

The Dream Creation Space spell was almost guaranteed to hit.

But that didn't mean that this spell had no weaknesses.

Usually, regardless of the spell, "range" and "spell power" could only be balanced.

Maintaining this large-scale dream spell made it impossible to use powerful single-target mental attack spells.

You're proficient in mental spells?

Coincidentally, so am I.

Although Suren hadn't even entered the basics of spiritual magic theory, he had strangely mastered several high-level spells, such as Illusion: Drowning and Illusion: Suffocation.

These were the second-tier spells he had originally gained from the "1911 Hotel," and their proficiency even reached the "Mastery" level.

In addition, his own mental strength wasn't weak, and although he couldn't use it skillfully, at least he had a lot of it.

Using quantity to overwhelm others wasn't bad either.

The moment Julian caught up, the two of them made eye contact, directly clashing with "visual illusions."

"Ah..."

Julian screamed.

Although Suren also felt a little dizzy, he was glad that he hadn't suffered a loss.

…

In the instant that the two clashed, Suren heard an explosion beside his ear.

Looking again, the dream had been shattered, and the Julian in the distance had been heavily injured, her body suddenly falling.

Rumble…

After all, this was a chase, and the people behind him who wanted to catch up had to follow Suren's path.

This time, the Spider Bombs weren't alchemical mist, but high-explosive bombs.

Although he didn't expect to be able to kill these second-tier professionals, it was enough to make them feel threatened.

When the dozens of spiders exploded, a wall of fire formed in the distance, blocking the line of sight between the two sides.

Suren pulled from his hat, and an invisible puppet immediately appeared beside him.

Then, without hesitation, he slashed three times into the exploding flames.

Although the flames blocked the enemy's vision for a moment, it also blocked his own, but this slash wasn't entirely a guess.

Suren clearly knew the location of the Spider Bombs and the range of the explosion.

So, under normal circumstances, if you found a bomb on your left, where would a person dodge?

Naturally, to the right!

The explosion came first, and the slash came after, giving people no time to react.

He predicted the position where the enemy would appear after dodging the explosion, and these three slashes sealed off a large area behind the flames. As long as someone appeared in that direction, they would definitely be hit.

Moreover, the figure he was aiming at was still holding on to a Julian who had suffered mental damage!

The crows in the sky were still cawing strangely,

Crow Gang cadre "Blood Crow" Langfero noticed Suren's movements, and a roar came from the communicator: "Careful of the Black Scythe!"

Unfortunately, it was too late.

As soon as the voice fell, three spatial rifts had already appeared precisely behind the flames.

Although one of the three spatial rifts missed, the two that hit slashed at the unconscious Julian, while the other cut off the leg of the melee professional who was rescuing her, blood spurting like a fountain.

Although he didn't see the "Gray Mist" appear, these three slashes directly caused two second-tier professionals to completely withdraw from the chase.

…

Suren looked back, not continuing to follow up with attacks.

Two severely injured people weren't to be feared, and there was no need to waste the Ghoul's chance to attack.

The Abomination Ghoul had already appeared, and there was no need to take it back after a few slashes, because in that instant, it was already covered in developing powder, and the silver powder had outlined the silhouette of the tall figure.

Seeing the Ghoul appear, the remaining five people weren't surprised, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.

"How could that Suren not have fallen for the illusion?!"

"Damn it, he must have some cursed object on him that resists mental attacks! Don't worry about the injured, keep chasing. That guy's Black Scythe has appeared, he has no more tricks up his sleeve!"

"Now that his puppet has manifested, everyone be careful, avoid the slashes and his firearms, and there's nothing to fear!"

"Prepare to execute Plan C! Stall for time on your end, reinforcements are coming soon..."

“…”

Suren heard the message in the communicator, a hint of amusement appearing in his eyes.

The reinforcements only surrounded them after chasing them for so long.

Not counting "Gun King" Gegg, of the ten second-tier pursuers, three had died, two were seriously injured, and there were only five left.

But the "Trickster" Lloyd whom he was waiting for had never appeared.

Suren naturally knew that the guy was busy directing the forces of the ruins to surround them.

Now that he had the Black Scythe, the remaining few guys didn't dare to approach.

But they didn't expect that with such a burly invisible puppet, Suren's speed wouldn't slow down in the slightest.

Then, as they chased, they were surprised to find that Suren had led them in a big circle and ran back again.

"Not good! That guy wants to kill Julian and the others!"

"He's courting death! If he kept running, we might not have had time to catch him, but now he's seeking his own doom. Notify the people surrounding us to approach! Prepare for spatial seal!"

“…”

That's right.

Suren went back again.

He was still thinking about those two seriously injured second-tier professionals.

One had a broken leg, and the other was unconscious; they were simply freebies, and it would be a pity to let them go.

When Suren ran over, he saw that the guy with the broken leg was treating his wounds.

Not too famous, but an Oliver family bodyguard, apparently called Johnson.

Even for a second-tier professional, having an entire leg severed like that would cause him to become weakened due to the instantaneous loss of blood. Moreover, this was in the midst of intense exercise, with extremely high blood pressure.

Now... the guy looked at Suren, who had returned, his eyes filled with terror.

Although he had heard it ten seconds ago, he couldn't escape with his broken leg.

Suren ran over and shot the unconscious "Dream Thief," Julian, reaping a wave.

Then, Johnson tried to pretend to be weak, attempting a sneak attack, but he didn't expect Suren's close-combat skills to be anything but weak.

Although Suren rarely engaged in hand-to-hand combat, having absorbed the combat memories of so many people, his fighting skills had also reached the level of "Combat Expert." With the "X Serum" modified body, Johnson might not necessarily be able to defeat him in a frontal brawl.

Moreover, his current super hearing and vision made it impossible for him to be ambushed by someone with a broken leg and serious injuries.

Failing the ambush, the two tangled for a short time, and Suren stabbed the few guys to death with his spears.

However, because of the time wasted, the five pursuers caught up.

Suren wasn't in a hurry to leave, stripping their souls and collecting the two's storage rings.

Because at this time, it was too late to leave.

The enemy's encirclement had closed.

Looking towards the distance, a well-equipped team of about a hundred people appeared opposite them. The streets near the ruins suddenly surged with a thick purple light, like the beams of a projector, suddenly projecting several pieces of purple light curtain.

Then, a huge six-pointed star array lit up in the sky, and several pieces of purple light curtain merged, forming a deep purple "big box" hundreds of meters in diameter, covering a large area nearby.

Suren looked at himself being trapped, not at all surprised, raising an eyebrow and looking at the purple light curtain, laughing softly: "Tsk tsk... a spatial lockdown barrier."

Now that he had mastered spatial abilities, he could clearly feel the strength of this barrier.

Very strong, hard to break with guns and cannons.

Even a third-tier expert might not be able to break it.

He had already heard the enemy's battle plan; this spatial barrier could only be opened from the outside. Moreover, they had issued a death order that it would absolutely not be opened until that Master Danze brought the main force over.

Which meant that only one side in the space could survive.

Of course, that was exactly what he wanted.

Since everyone couldn't run away, they would just have to fight.

Oh, no!

It was the enemies who couldn't run away; it had no impact on Suren.

This kind of spatial barrier was like a glass cover; it didn't reinforce the space.

If Suren wanted to leave, he could just open a Space Gate.

Of course, he didn't plan to leave when he stayed.

How could he not cast a net when he had finally made the fish gather?

…

Suren had become a turtle in a jar, and the Oliver family wasn't in a hurry, slowly closing in.

Of course, the most important thing was to fear Suren's last-ditch struggle.

After all, with the Black Scythe in hand, no one dared to be careless if he went on a rampage before dying.

No one expected a previously foolproof siege to suffer such heavy losses.

Ten second-tier experts participated in the hunt, and only five were still alive.

The remaining people all had very ugly expressions.

At this time, a gloomy-faced dwarf appeared not far away; it was naturally Lloyd, the master-level figure in the field of puppet art, the "Trickster."

If you had to say who hated Suren the most, apart from Master Danze, whose opportunity had been snatched, it was this guy.

A highly respected master was actually an ugly dwarf, and the master's aura that he had created instantly collapsed.

Suren had heard Sabina say that this guy hadn't appeared in public since his alchemical puppet was cut down; he was probably too ashamed to face people.

In the instant he showed up, the warlock's seal in that guy's hand had already condensed.

As the implanted equipment was released, black threads emerged from his body...

In the sky, the six-pointed star array slowly lit up, and a huge cross suddenly condensed.

Suren had seen this routine once before, so it was naturally familiar.

He also knew that restricting space with a barrier, apart from preventing him from escaping, was also to maximize Lloyd's abilities.

Just like the siege of the "Wailing Banshee," Lloyd's Arcane Art: Puppet Theater was almost unsolvable within a certain range.

Suren squinted at the cross in the sky, muttering in his heart: "This Arcane Art is really a bit tempting..."

The biggest goal of setting up such a big game today was to target this guy.

…

Probably feeling that he had the upper hand, Lloyd wasn't in a hurry to attack, starting to persuade him to surrender: "Kid, give up resisting, and maybe I can spare your life!"

"Hahaha…"

Suren grinned as he listened.

This wasn't a lie.

If possible, they really wanted to capture him alive.

After all, he had too many secrets, and that Master Danze was very curious.

For example, how he could use the Black Scythe without any side effects...

If he really died, this might be a secret that would never be solved.

Being stared at by more than a hundred people, that "malice" gathered into one, like a sharp spear, piercing Suren's brain.

He didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, who numbered more than a hundred.

Just looking at them, there were thirty or forty professionals who had released their implanted equipment.

Even those who weren't professionals were equipped with elite mechanical equipment.

Clearly, this was the Oliver family's elite team.

Not to mention the magic-type warlocks, mechanical warlocks, and mysterious warlocks, just the hundred or so firearms and cannons would be enough for Suren to kneel on the spot in a volley.

Why call so many people?

Of course, to block the attacks!

There was only one Black Scythe, and it could only slash once. No matter what, there would be a curse backlash, and it was impossible to kill more than a hundred people with the Black Scythe, right?

The gap between attacks would be enough for the attacks of more than a hundred people to drown him.

Lloyd looked at Suren, who showed no intention of disarming, and said coldly: "Kid, I'll give you one last chance. If you don't surrender after three breaths, you will be killed without mercy!"

He was persuading him to surrender, but he didn't relax his vigilance in the slightest.

Because the SS wanted criminal in front of him was too calm.

Professionals who could advance to the second tier wouldn't have simple minds.

From the beginning, they had guessed that something was fishy.

Suren had the opportunity to escape, but he returned for the spoils of two corpses, and then he was blocked?

Although Lloyd felt that this had something to do with their "foolproof" plan, he still felt that something was wrong.

If he was really so "greedy," this guy would never have lived to this day.

The biggest possibility was that this "Suren" had some life-saving means.

But... in this situation, what other means could he have?

…

Being stared at by more than a hundred pairs of eyes, even if Suren could fly, his wings would be broken on the spot!

Forced into a corner of the barrier, he seemed to have no way to escape.

But in the next instant, he clapped his hands together, and the spell of spatial teleportation was already more than familiar to him.

Seeing him move like this, a roar came from the opposite side, "Not good! Attack now!"

Then he heard the sound of triggers being pulled in unison.

But it was already too late.

Suren had already stepped into the Space Gate, and the instant the gun fired, the bullets…

Just as the people of the Oliver family thought that Suren had escaped.

Suddenly, they found that a person had suddenly appeared on the small building behind them.

Looking again, who else could it be but Suren?

"You have a lot of people, huh? Hehe..."

Suren grinned at them, muttering to himself, "Fortunately, I have quite a few people too."

As he spoke, he pulled out three scrolls sealed with spatial spells.

The scrolls unfurled in the wind, and nearly a hundred eerie dolls appeared densely packed. They looked at the more than a hundred people from the Oliver family in front of them, their wooden joints creaking as if mocking them.

Suren narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbing into the air with his five fingers, and shouted softly: "Try out my self-created puppet art... Secret Technique: Hundred Ghosts Night Parade!"

ps. Recently, my schedule has been messed up, and updates are roughly at 6 PM. In the future, I will try to update at 12 PM.