Volume 2: The Rise of Black Technology Chapter 143: The End of the Dream

  Three years passed quickly, Mo Yan crouched behind the broken wall, gnawing on a strange and peculiar limb. A strange-colored liquid dripped from the remaining limb in his hand and fell to the ground. In the first few months of fighting against these monsters, Mo Yan still had a magnesium rod that could roast them before eating, but now it was long gone, and he had no choice but to eat them raw.

  These monsters, although they look very strange, taste like chicken for some reason, and thanks to this, every time I eat, it doesn't feel as painful as being executed. Now Mo Yan is in an abandoned city, which was generated based on his memory and is weird in many ways. On the north side of the city, you can see the high Eiffel Tower, while in the center of the city, almost three pyramids stand there like Egyptian symbols. The entire city is surrounded by a long Great Wall, and almost all the famous buildings and landscapes Mo Yan has seen are here.

  With those magical monsters in the dream, Mo Yan had been spinning for three years. From the initial passive escape to the current active attack, the monsters in the dream were becoming fewer and fewer as Mo Yan's hunting continued. It is believed that in a few days, Mo Yan will be able to leave this dream world where he has stayed for three years. However, after such a long time, Mo Yan no longer held any good hope for the outside world.

  "This is the second to last one, isn't it?" The goddess's long unheard voice sounded in Mo Yan's ear, almost bringing tears of excitement to his eyes, which had not spoken to anyone for nearly three years: "The last bit of magical power is in the desert outside the city, it is the core and source of these powers. Although you have killed all other monsters, it has already been weakened enough, but still be careful, without eating it, you are still not immune to the magic power."

  "Three years already!" Mo Yan suddenly stood up and swallowed the last bit of food in his hand, shouting excitedly: "I've been fighting here for three whole years! Every day is just fighting, nothing but fighting! Don't even mention how tired I am, what has the outside world become now? Even if I could get out, what could I do?"

  "It's just dawn now." The goddess heard Mo Yan's words and smiled, saying: "Don't you know that the flow of time in dreams is different from outside? This can be considered the bottom layer of your dream, three years is just one night in the outside world, you still have a lot of time."

  "This theory sounds very familiar, just like in the movies." Upon hearing the goddess's words, Mo Yan slowly calmed down and said: "The last monster is outside the city, right? As long as I eat it, this dream can be lifted. Anyway, I'm already tired of eating these monsters, and even after I leave, I will probably dislike chicken meat too."

  Mo Yan finished speaking and walked out of the place where he had been hiding. A small flying backpack appeared on his back, and the air waves it sprayed allowed Mo Yan to fly into the sky. As Mo Yan's battle here lasted longer and longer, the weapons he could use also increased, and his physical fitness was greatly improved, allowing him to do whatever he wanted in battle.

  "The reason you can't resist the power of witchcraft is because your soul is too weak." The goddess continued on her way to fly out of the city: "This is the deepest level of your dream, and also the closest place to your soul. Your power here is just the power of your soul, and you even have to thank those two demons for giving you an opportunity to upgrade your soul."

  "My soul was really weak at the beginning." Mo Yan smiled and said, "Even the weakest monster could chase me around, my body couldn't run far before feeling tired. If I hadn't discovered this city and used its complex terrain to dodge them, I don't know if I would have been able to survive."

  At the very beginning, Mo Yan was at his most enjoyable time. Although M911's power was not weak, it still seemed too powerless against monsters. Every day, Mo Yan was being chased by various monsters and could only use the city's terrain to dodge them, paying a considerable price or spending a lot of time to kill some isolated weak monsters to fill his stomach.

  However, as the number of monsters he swallowed increased, Mo Yan's power gradually grew stronger. Not only could he manifest some powerful weapons that he knew about, but he also wouldn't feel tired so easily. He could run even faster and his senses became sharper. Now, after hearing the goddess' explanation, Mo Yan roughly understood the significance of these changes.

  After flying over the bombed Leaning Tower of Pisa and the Great Wall surrounding the city, Mo Yan arrived in the desert outside the city. The yellow sand in the dream was more dazzling than that in the real world, like golden grains shining with dazzling light under the sun, and the last magic also hid under this piece of yellow sand.

  Mo Yan slowly descended onto the ground, materializing a large-caliber Barrett in his hand, vigilantly staring at the calm yellow sand as he waited for the monster's appearance. If this was indeed the last core of magical power, then this battle wouldn't be easily won. Mo Yan had no idea what he was about to face.

  "It has sensed you and is approaching." The goddess's voice sounded in Mo Yan's ear, and he also saw that the sand dunes in the distance had some strange movements. Mo Yan raised his hand with the weapon in it, aiming at the moving sand dune, quickly pulling the trigger to shoot out dozens of rounds of ammunition. In a dream, there was no need to consider the issue of ammunition. Because whether it was firearms or anything else, they were just manifestations of Mo Yan's perceived strength and subconscious choice of power, and their very existence did not conform to normal principles.

  A string of bullets accurately hit the moving sand dunes, causing some damage to the monsters hiding inside. A two-headed centipede let out a miserable cry and crawled out from within, violently shaking its body, turning the originally calm desert into a sea of yellow sand, and the windless sky suddenly blew strong winds, forming a massive sandstorm.

  "Are you sure I have to finish eating this?" Mo Yan looked at the long, train-like centipede and let out a bitter smile, saying: "I estimate it'll take me three years to finish eating this thing, and it looks really powerful too!"

  Its weakness is in its head. The goddess said, "You only need to obtain the energy core within it, which contains the principles and laws of all magic powers. Be careful with this final battle, it's not that easy to defeat, or you'll be swallowed by it instead."

  "Hah, now I'm not someone to be trifled with!" Mo Yan said with a handsome smile as he gazed at the gigantic centipede charging towards him: "In these three years of battle, you've seen quite a few of my original world's weapons, but today...I'll let you see...what it means to have infinite firepower!"

  Mo Yan waved his hand in the air, and hundreds of unmanned aerial vehicles suddenly appeared in the sky. After a brief aiming, thousands of air-to-ground missiles were launched. The smoke and flames emitted by them obscured the entire sky, and then hit the charging double-headed centipede, causing massive explosions that sent large amounts of yellow sand flying everywhere.

  Then this was not the end of Mo Yan's attack, as dozens of missile carriers appeared beside him while drones launched missiles. The military green vehicles carried thick and hard objects that slowly stood up, carrying rolling smoke to fly towards the place where a huge explosion had just occurred, bursting out with a fierce explosion thousands of times stronger than before, and the secret technique called Dongfeng washing the ground was used on the Double-headed Centipede.

  "Pfft... " Mo Yan spat out the sand in his mouth and emerged from the sand dune. If the explosion of dozens of nuclear bombs wasn't caused by his own strength, he would have been reduced to ashes within the blast radius. Fortunately, this was a dream world, and his own strength wouldn't harm him.

  "It's a bit too intense...” Looking at the already glassified explosion center, Mo Yan suddenly remembered that he still needed the core of the double-headed centipede, and couldn't help but say with some regret: "With such an intense explosion, not to mention the core, I'm afraid nothing will be left behind."

  "Don't let your guard down! You've only weakened its power, you haven't killed it yet!" The goddess's voice appeared in Mo Yan's ear after the explosion, and she wasn't surprised by the result of Mo Yan's power. Maybe the various weapons Mo Yan had used over the past three years had already made the goddess somewhat desensitized to them.

  "Is that not enough to kill it?" Mo Yan furrowed his brow upon hearing the goddess's words. His previous attack could already be considered his full strength, and if even that was unable to kill the monster, he truly did not know how to continue fighting it. However, the dual-headed centipede transformed from the witchcraft power did not give Mo Yan any time to think of a countermeasure.

  I don't know if it was hiding in that corner, or when it had already arrived under Mo Yan's feet. Just as Mo Yan and the goddess were talking, it suddenly drilled out from under Mo Yan's feet and swallowed the person who had blown it up with injuries all over its body... "Master?" Liriel looked at the cow-headed man slowly opening his eyes in front of her and smiled: "How did you fall asleep in the office? We used a lot of effort to get you to the bedroom, and just now we couldn't wake you no matter how loudly we called. Did you have another strange dream?"

  However, the Minotaur was unresponsive to Lilith's words, and in his eyes was a silent death, an empty and soulless gaze staring blankly at Lilith's face, as if this were merely a body without a soul...