Volume 5: King of the Mountain Chapter 269 Chaotic Dream
Murphy was dreaming again.
In the dream, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, just hatched from the eggshell, observing the world around him ignorantly.
In front of him was a towering tower. He was in the incubation room on the top of the tower, surrounded by dragon guards and more dragon eggs. Everything was so new and novel.
Then, a giant red dragon emitting dazzling light appeared before his eyes.
That towering figure was as huge as a mountain, but his eyes were so kind and gentle.
Alexstrasza (Red Dragon Queen): "My child, Atreus, I bless you with the power of life. May you always be healthy and free from the harm of death."
The warm life force surrounded him, and Murphy could feel his body thriving under the nourishment of that life energy. Waves of powerful life force surged in his body, and that strong feeling made him excited.
Murphy looked at the Red Dragon Queen in front of him, his heart full of admiration. With a click, another dragon egg beside it opened by itself. Alexstrasza turned to take care of the other baby dragons. Murphy couldn't help feeling anxious. He was about to go up and say something, when suddenly the scene in front of him changed. The towering tower disappeared, replaced by a dense and lush forest and a female green dragon.
The green dragon queen Ysera exuded a dreamy and ethereal temperament, and her green eyes looked at him indifferently and calmly.
Ysera (Green Dragon Queen): "Dem'skar, my loyal guard, I am about to enter the Emerald Dream to drive out the evil nightmares that have invaded there. During my absence, you must protect my forest."
Murphy could hardly help blurting out, "My queen, I swear on my life that I will never let you down and I will protect this forest..." He stared into Isera's green eyes and said so. The green light gradually obscured his vision and the scene in front of him changed again.
Before Murphy could react, he found himself standing in a wasteland with a huge red dragon in front of him.
"Rex, come on, aren't you very powerful? Don't you want to be a warrior of the Red Dragon Legion? Then attack me with all your strength."
"Lord Valastasz, I will not lose to you, ah!"
Murphy rushed towards the huge red dragon in front of him, which was several times his size, like a wild beast. He was then swept over by the dragon's tail and fell heavily to the ground.
Boom! Murphy struggled to get up, but a shadow appeared in front of him.
"You are too young, Rex, give up." A dragon claw fell on his head, but Murphy suddenly raised his hand, and a huge dragon claw directly blocked the opponent's attack.
Valastasz showed a look of surprise and admiration, "I have to say, you have impressed me."
Murphy felt a surge of excitement and pride in his heart. The next second, another dragon claw landed on his face...
"Valastrasz, my faithful companion, you have performed very well tonight."
It was the Red Dragon Queen's voice again, but this time, the voice carried a different kind of throbbing.
Vaelastrasz? Are you talking about me? Murphy was stunned. He tried to adjust his sight. When he turned around, he saw the Red Dragon Queen lying beside him. Murphy felt something was wrong. I am Vaelastrasz? No, I should be Rex. No, no, what Rex? I am - Demserkar? Atreus?
Murphy's consciousness was in a mess. He tried hard to figure out what was going on. No, these were not me. What happened just now? Yes, I was dreaming!
Murphy reacted suddenly. His mind was not completely clear in the dream, but he still had basic judgment. The constant scene changes and memory switching made him gradually aware of the abnormalities around him.
Combined with the previous scene changes and identity changes, he suddenly came to his senses.
It was the memories of the six dragons he devoured, intertwined together.
He unexpectedly regained his self-awareness in his dream.
" What's wrong , Valastrasz?" The voice of the Red Dragon Queen sounded again.
He felt a warm body hugging him, and Murphy felt excited, but also a little weird. The excitement undoubtedly came from the remaining memories of Vaelastrasz, but for the dragon clan - although the human forms were sexier than each other, especially Alexstrasza, who was simply tempting, but when he thought that the one hugging him was a giant dragon over a hundred meters long, it was difficult for Murphy to get into the role.
"Nothing, I'm just a little tired." He tried hard to hide the strangeness in his heart.
But the other party still found out.
"That's not what you would say. I just strengthened you with my life force..." The Red Dragon Queen stared at him, her eyes suddenly becoming sharp. "You are not Valastrasz. Who are you?"
Murphy was stunned. Hey, Alexstrasza could actually see that he was abnormal? Wasn't this a dream? How did she know that I was not the real me?
As soon as this thought came to mind, the Red Dragon Queen's gentle female dragon face suddenly became ferocious. Murphy subconsciously wanted to retreat, and the next second -
"Harlin, what are you waiting for? The ceremony is about to begin."
Murphy was shocked to find that the scene in front of him had changed again, and the Red Dragon Queen had disappeared.
A cute blue baby dragon appeared in front of him, looking at him curiously. Behind it was a towering tower made of blue crystalline rocks. The arcane energy gathered in the sky into a visible torrent.
It’s the Demonic Hub!
Murphy immediately realized where this place was. The Demonic Hub was the holy land of the Blue Dragon clan, and it was where the magic web of the Sky World intersected.
It can be said that this is the area with the most powerful arcane energy in the entire world.
This must be a memory switch again, he thought, and followed the blue dragon girl in front of him to fly into the tall tower. Inside the magic core, Malygos, the king of blue dragons, was mobilizing the energy of the magic network, as if he was about to perform some kind of ritual.
Murphy has already felt, or judged based on past experience, that all the memories left by the dragons, the memories that appear in his dreams, are often the most profound memories of their lifetime.
The memories harvested this time were obviously the same, the day when Atreus broke out of his shell and was blessed with life, the day when Demserkal was entrusted with an important task, the day when Rex joined the Red Dragon Legion, and the day when Valastrasz was favored by the Red Dragon Queen.
Of course, there was also the day when Harlin in front of him was given the title of "Weaver".
Murphy fluttered his wings and landed among a group of blue dragonets. He was curious about the process of the Weaver Ceremony.
Malygos' figure is exceptionally majestic and tall. It is obvious that in Harlin's memory, Malygos is undoubtedly an extremely great image.
Malygos (Blue Dragon King): "You are the new generation of warriors of the Blue Dragon Legion, the messengers who control arcane energy, and the maintainers of the magic network.
The Demonic Weave is an invisible web constructed of arcane energy. It is the source of the magic in this world. However, it should be noted that the end of the Demonic Weave originates from the Twisting Nether. The essence of arcane is the tamed power of chaos.
Be careful, they can bring you powerful strength, cast magical spells, and achieve what you want, but they can also bring you destruction.
Now, in my name as the Keeper of the Weave, I grant you the power and wisdom of the Weaver."
The blue dragons came up one after another to accept the gift. When it was Murphy's turn, he was quite excited.
Arcane light shone upon him, and arcane energy surrounded him.
That’s right, that’s the feeling, the feeling of mastering magic!
Murphy felt intoxicated, he didn't expect Malygos to be so friendly to his subordinates, unlike that madman Deathwing... He killed Malygos in the first place, and now he feels a little embarrassed when he thinks about it.
As he was thinking, he suddenly found that Malygos was staring at him, his eyes gradually became cold and filled with hatred.
"Is there any problem, Lord Malygos?" he asked nervously.
"Problem? Of course there is a problem - Deathwing? No, you are not Deathwing, who are you! Even if you turn into ashes, I will recognize you."
Malygos' words were a little confusing, but Murphy was surprised. Damn, are you kidding me? How come all of you guys can recognize me? Are you so perceptive?
That’s not right. This is a dream. These Dragon Kings don’t exist at all. These are just memories. How could they recognize me?
Memory—Dream—I understand!
Murphy suddenly realized that it was his subconscious that triggered the counterattack of the virtual image in his memory, just like Inception...
It is because I thought of what happened before that my memory naturally reacted.
It was completely the result of his own wild imagination. The other party did not recognize him at all, but rather sensed his memory.
Ah! Don't think about it, don't think about it.
However, the more Murphy tried not to think about the memory of killing Malygos, the more related images kept popping up in his mind, and the angrier Malygos became.
"Whatever you are, whatever you have done—die!"
Just as Malygos opened his mouth and exhaled, the scene in front of him disappeared again.
Murphy breathed a sigh of relief, so the next dream to be read should be.
"Nefarian, my rebellious son, what are you doing? Where have you been hiding? Come to me!"
The deafening roar made Murphy tremble from the bottom of his heart. No, it was not him who was trembling, but Nefarian, the owner of this memory.
He suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was in human form, and still in the form of a teenager.
As for the roar, it was undoubtedly Deathwing, and it seemed that because Nefarian was too afraid of his father, the voice seemed abnormally distorted and crazy.
"Come out! Don't make me say it again!"
Damn it! Murphy's heart trembled. Among the five dragon kings, the one he feared the most was Deathwing. Not only was Deathwing the most powerful, he was also the most evil. Most importantly, he felt the most sorry for Deathwing. After all, he had forced Deathwing to be corrupted by the power of the abyss, and left him in Deeprock to wait for the inevitable crazy ending.
If this happened, he probably wouldn't be able to hide it at all, and would be recognized immediately.
But he had no choice but to go to meet her. Murphy vaguely felt that these strange dreams were actually the process of him gaining power in reality.
Only after experiencing the memory fragments in the dream can you gain the corresponding power.
"Come out here, you rebellious son."
Boom! The ground was shaking. Murphy was about to walk out when he suddenly felt someone pulling his clothes. He lowered his head and found a black-haired girl looking at him with fear.
Onyxia! He recognized her instantly.
The Onyxia in front of him looked still very young, but there was already a hint of her charming face in the future. However, the girl version of her looked more dark, gothic, gloomy and uneasy.
"Don't go out, he will kill you." Onyxia said calmly, but the fear in her eyes could not be hidden.
"Don't be nervous, Oni. He won't hurt me. He is our father after all. And if I don't go out, who knows what he will do..."
Murphy - or Nefarian, touched his sister's hair and walked out of the hiding place resolutely.
"Father."
In the huge dark stone palace, on the obsidian throne, sat a man wearing black scale armor.
The Deathwing in front of him actually appeared in human form. Neltharion's eyes were like burning lava, and his skin was also etched with scars by the lava. Flames were burning in the gaps of his armor, making him look like a monster.
"Are you hiding from me?" Neltharion asked unusually calmly.
However, the calm voice was like the calm before the storm.
"Of course not, I'm just studying magic."
"Magic, magic, and magic again. You are just like your mother. You only know how to study those inexplicable things. You don't understand what real power is. Ah!!! Shut up."
Neltharion suddenly roared, covered his ears with one hand, and stomped his right foot nervously. Every time he stamped his foot, the hall trembled.
Murphy felt that a hatred was gradually brewing from the depths of Nefarian's heart. It was Nefarian's bitter hatred for Neltharion, but this hatred was also drowned in fear. Yes, it was this hatred that finally made him create the magic of "Dragon Soul Tear".
However, seeing Nefarian's current state, Nefarian probably didn't understand what was going on, but Murphy could probably guess that he had begun to be affected by the whispers of the old gods.
He looked at the man in front of him with some pity. He seemed domineering, but was destined to destruction.
Neltharion suddenly raised his head and glared at him. "What's with the look in your eyes? Do you hate me? Or are you plotting some conspiracy? Hahahaha, very good, let this hatred become even deeper. Maybe one day this hatred will give you some power!"
Neltharion laughed like a madman, then talked to himself. After a while, he became furious because of Murphy's gaze.
Murphy said nothing, just stood there silently, savoring Nefarian's hatred. Huh, not bad, not bad, it seems he didn't recognize him.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Murphy felt a death gaze. When he turned around, he found that Neltharion was looking at him with resentment.
Damn, why should I think about these things? Don't think about them, don't think about them. Don't think about how you left Neltharion to die in Deep Stone Abyss. Don't think about how you killed his son. Don't think about how you used his body to cause trouble.
Damn, why are you still thinking about it?
roar!
With a roar, Neltharion transformed into . The terrifying dragon almost filled the entire field of vision. The huge dragon head was close at hand, and its bloody mouth slowly opened.
Murphy raised his hand almost instinctively—Nefarian's dragon soul was torn apart!
Boom! A dark red magic shot towards Deathwing in front of him, and in an instant, everything in front of him twisted and shattered.
Murphy felt himself falling, falling endlessly in the darkness, until he landed on the cold rock with a plop. After a while, he slowly climbed up.
Murphy looked around, this is - the Dragon Feast Ceremony Hall!
Everything around was a little blurry, the howling storm, the red lightning, yes, this was the top of Tongtian Peak.
Whose memory is this?
He looked around and was surprised to find that he was surrounded by people. They had different styles. Some were wearing armor in the style of the Arathor period, some were wearing more ancient leather armor, and there were even many primitive people with bare upper bodies, revealing their majestic muscles. But without exception, they were all mighty and majestic ancient warriors.
He suddenly noticed that everyone's chest had been dug open, revealing a bloody, black hole. They looked at him silently. It was so quiet. He was used to the majestic singing, and the scene before him gave him a creepy feeling.
Murphy forgot that he was dreaming. He got up from the ground and looked at the ancient dragon feasters around him. A feeling attracted him and led him to the altar. It seemed that something was waiting for his arrival there, and the crowd automatically parted.
He walked up to the altar, and a figure shrouded in darkness looked at him and stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation to him.
Murphy walked towards the altar like a puppet and slowly lay down on the altar. He felt cold all over, like a fish lying on a chopping board. The black man raised the sharp blade in his hand and stabbed it suddenly into his chest. The hot metal pierced into his chest.
Murphy's whole body was convulsing in pain and he struggled to get up, but the man stabbed him again and again, pulling out his beating heart from his chest and swallowing it in big mouthfuls.
No, that's my heart!
He was shocked and angry, but the black shadow just ate his heart. In a rage, Murphy stretched out his hand suddenly, and a red lightning shot out from his hand.
boom!
Everything in front of him shattered, and Murphy suddenly woke up from his dream. He found himself lying on his back on the beach, one hand raised upwards, still casting a spell. Not far away from him, a seagull was lying on the beach with its eyes open, black smoke coming out of its body.
Looking down, he saw several peck marks on his chest.
Huh! He let out a long breath.
It turned out to be just a dream.
Wait, so it worked?
He opened his eyes again, looked at the seagull that had been blasted to charcoal on the ground, and then looked at his hands.
That was undoubtedly his masterpiece just now.
I closed my eyes and felt the power surging in my body. This time it was completely different from the past.
It was unusually clear, completely unlike the previous times when he had a vague and uncontrollable feeling, and was not even sure whether the power existed. This time he could clearly feel the layers of this power.
Dragon Thunder!
As he stretched out his hand, the red lightning condensed into a lightning spear in his hand. With a flick of his hand, the lightning spear shot out, exploding a ball of sparks on the sea.
Haha! So cool.
The pure flame of Arandel! The black dragon's head appeared out of thin air, spewing out blazing white flames, gushing over the sea surface and boiling the seawater.
Arcanagos's arcane vortex! A huge energy vortex appeared in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, the arcane sphere turned into a meteor and exploded a column of water on the sea.
The magic power in his body was still being produced continuously. He closed his eyes and could clearly feel the changes in his body. This time it would definitely not disappear like before.
Then there is only one last trick left to try - transform into a dragon!
The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils turned into dark golden vertical pupils.
