Chapter 71: Divine Might!!

Feeling his head split open, Silas stumbled two steps and nearly sat on the ground.

And the hypnotist, ethereal as a phantom, looked at Silas coldly. "I won't let you off so easily, little fellow. I will repay the pain you caused me a thousandfold."

With that, the hypnotist wasted no more words, nor did he pause. The green short knife in his hand once again stabbed towards Silas's chest.

Silas, enduring the intense pain, roared, "Lupo!"

Awooooo…

Following Silas's roar, a wolf's howl came from an unknown direction within the pitch-black mist.

"?" The hypnotist was taken aback, but his hand didn't idle; the knife directly pierced Silas's chest.

"Damn it! How is this different from the animations!" Silas felt sweat drenching his entire body. He sat powerlessly on the ground, unable to stand up for a moment.

At this moment, two eerie blue will-o'-the-wisps gradually appeared in the pitch-black mist. These two will-o'-the-wisps, moving at high speed, trailed a stream of cold light.

"How did it appear in your consciousness!?" The hypnotist was greatly alarmed.

As the master of this nightmare world, he couldn't see it with his naked eyes, but he could see it through his consciousness.

The thing running in the mist was the dog that had always been by this apprentice's side!

"This fellow is strange!" the hypnotist thought, then raised his short knife again, preparing to attack.

The green short knife was raised high. This time, it wasn't aimed at Silas's chest, but his eyes.

If this strike landed, it would definitely pierce Silas's brain.

Awooooo!

Lupo, not far away, instantly sensed its master's danger. Its fur instantly transformed into a chilling wind, and its entire body flew through the mist, like an arrow loosed from a bowstring, pouncing in front of the hypnotist in the blink of an eye.

Lupo, riding the wind, bit the hypnotist's weapon-wielding hand, then, with a twist of its head and a spin of its body, actually threw the hypnotist away.

Whimper…

Its body shielding Silas, it bared its ferocious teeth. Its fur, transformed into a chilling wind, danced in the air like flames, looking incredibly handsome and majestic.

The hypnotist, thrown away, floated in mid-air. Looking at his right arm, which was constantly freezing, his face darkened. He immediately closed his eyes and began to chant.

"Invincible, I am invincible. I am the god of this world, I am the nightmare of this world… Now I command this world to heal my wounds!"

With continuous self-suggestion and hypnosis, the professional-level hypnotist displayed his powerful mystical knowledge.

A few seconds later, the ice disappeared, and his arm had returned to normal.

Looking up at Silas, who was protected by Lupo, the hypnotist's face became even uglier.

"My spiritual energy is almost depleted. I can only activate my authority one more time, and the entire nightmare world might collapse. I must fight a quick battle!"

Thinking this, the hypnotist's gaze fell upon Lupo.

"That apprentice is not worth mentioning. The real trouble is this dog. Then, I'll banish this dog first!" the hypnotist thought, then once again activated his hypnotic suggestion ability.

"I command this world to expel this dog!" the hypnotist roared hysterically.

Instantly, the entire misty world began to churn rapidly, then abruptly formed a giant hand that grabbed Lupo and flung it away fiercely. It actually threw Lupo out, to some unknown place.

"Fortunately, with the advancement of my knowledge, the consumption for this banishment was much smaller than I imagined." The hypnotist felt he still had plenty of strength left, and his demeanor became much more composed.

Silas, barely recovering his senses, watched Lupo disappear, his heart sinking to rock bottom.

"This distorted feeling is like being in a twisted nightmare," Silas murmured.

The hypnotist flew over at this moment, a smug look on his face. "It's not 'like'; it's a fact. Your consciousness is now immersed in the nightmare I created, and I am the master here! The god of this place!"

Silas struggled to concentrate and looked up at the hypnotist, asking weakly, "So, I'm dreaming now? Being hypnotized by you in a dream?"

The hypnotist walked over, grabbed Silas's neck, and said, "You can understand it that way. Now, submit to my powerful knowledge!"

"Hehe…"

Hearing this, Silas's lips curled up, and he suddenly let out a laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" the hypnotist said, then stabbed again.

Silas completely ignored this stab, his expression calm. "Thank you for reminding me, ant."

"Ant!?" Hearing this word, the hypnotist's face instantly twisted.

Because he felt Silas was looking down on him, which was a huge humiliation.

"Do you know your current situation!?" The hypnotist's face contorted as he began to stab Silas's body frantically.

Silas seemed completely unafraid of this pain, his demeanor calm. "Your hypnosis was very successful. It made me think I was still in reality, not in a dream. Your suggestions and hypnosis affected my judgment and even suppressed some of my instinctive memories."

"But you were still too confident, actually taking the initiative to tell me this is a dream world," Silas said, then raised his hand and grabbed the hypnotist's knife-wielding wrist.

"!!!" The hypnotist's eyes instantly widened in disbelief.

"How can he touch me!?"

Silas's demeanor was no longer weak and withered as before, but rather, a lofty indifference and the displeasure of a superior.

"You seem to claim to be the master of this world, the god of this world. Truly overestimating yourself!"

His voice grew colder, his tone more inhuman.

At this moment, the hypnotist already felt the pressure and gritted his teeth. "Who on earth are you? You are definitely not an ordinary apprentice!"

At this very moment, the hypnotist finally realized that something was wrong.

Silas's lips curled up slightly, his chin slightly raised, and he said indifferently, "Ant, you are not yet qualified to know what kind of existence I am."

With that, Silas raised his hand and said calmly, "Warriors from the Shadowed Vale Abyss, descend!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

As these words were spoken, a cold wind began to blow through the entire mist, and heavy snow began to fall from the sky.

Dong!

A distant bell toll came from an unknown place, suddenly ringing out in this world.

In terror, the hypnotist, through his control over the world, seemed to sense something and instinctively looked up.

"This is!!!" The hypnotist's eyes widened, his mouth instinctively agape, his spirit completely stunned, as if he had gone mad.

An imposing Icy Warship broke through the mist and appeared in the sky.

Around it, numerous phantom lights flowed and flickered. Dozens of warriors clad in armor, riding phantom giant wolves, and wielding long spears appeared in the sky, their indifferent eyes gazing at him.

"Ant, to be able to witness my warriors, my warship, is the greatest honor of your life, and even your next life." A magnificent, distant, noble… a voice that could not be described by any words in the world sounded.

The hypnotist's entire body couldn't help but tremble violently. His body seemed to have turned to stone, incomparably stiff.

He wanted to turn his head to look in the direction the voice came from, but his instincts were frantically telling him: Don't look! Don't look! You'll die if you look!

"Could it be…" the hypnotist thought, trembling inwardly, his entire spirit on the verge of collapse.