Quadruple split

The next day

Game time AM08:20

[Permanent Barrier: False Dream] In the center of the Gray Forest

"Good morning, Monica."

Leaning against a dead tree that was so big that three people could hug it, Mo Tan gently plucked the strings of the lute and played "Come Home Often" affectionately. He smiled and said without looking back, "Since you appear in this place at this time, it means... the decisive battle that has been delayed for so many years has finally started again?"

Monica's eyes widened when she heard this, and she said in astonishment: "Sir, are you..."

"Of course, I just followed the words of that old immortal [Master of Arms] and set up a trap. By the way, I tricked the second-rate leader who was trapped in Jackdaw Castle and was almost crazy out to 'exchange feelings' with those third-rate cannon fodders of the Destroying God Society who had already gone crazy."

Mo Tan burst out laughing, and the joyous and chilling sound came to an abrupt end. Instead, it was replaced by the chaotic malice that filled the air, making even Monica, the 'dead', feel difficulty breathing.

Monica, who had never expected the other party to betray both of them at the same time and had never shown her true feelings to anyone from the very beginning, staggered. Although she managed to steady herself before falling to the ground, she was still greatly shocked and looked dazed.

"Listen to me, dear."

Carrying the lute on his shoulder, Mo Tan walked slowly to Monica with a friendly smile. He stretched out his right hand and lifted the delicate, smooth and round chin of the spy lady with his slender index finger, and said softly: "There are too many heroes, good people and saviors in this world. They are kind and upright, or upright, or selfless, or repaying evil with kindness. They are selfless, they are dedicated, they do not ask for anything in return, they do not care about gains and losses, and most importantly... those beautiful qualities in them have nothing to do with 'me'."

Monica pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and avoided the other person's gaze.

"Of course, this doesn't mean I'm a bad person. After all, I don't intend to stand against those good qualities."

Mo Tan and Monica passed each other. Mo Tan narrowed his eyes and listened to the faint shouts of killing in the distance. The curve of his mouth became more and more obvious. "What I want is actually very simple, enough chaos, enough cost, enough reward or enough suffering, no cheating, no credit. Anything that can please me will be purified into a chip with unparalleled gold content, winning my loyalty and friendship, and even a little mass-produced 'love' if necessary."

The next moment, accompanied by a loud bang that sounded from a distance, the light gray clouds suddenly exploded at the same time. Monica's body swayed and she was almost knocked to the ground. However, Mo Tan relied on his excellent balance ability to stand calmly with his hands behind his back, looking at the invisible battlefield.

At this moment, whether it is the remnants of the Lord of Arms and the [God-Destroying Society], or Hogel and the expeditionary force of [Jackdaw Castle], they have all been "sunk" to the bottom of this false final dream, fighting for their lives as an inseparable core part of the dream.

The cause was a crazy betrayal. It was that madman named Tan Mo who, after completing a century-long mediation, turned around and pushed both partners to the end of the dream, making both sides mistakenly believe that they had fallen into the other party's trap, and then the situation quickly fell into an irreversible situation.

Compared to the "betrayal" itself, the process is not complicated. In short, Mo Tan, as an "outsider" who has won the trust of the Lord of Arms, returned to [Jackraven Castle], and after meeting Hogel again, he guaranteed with his own personality that as long as he is willing to cooperate, the torture and nightmare that the [Twilight Crow Eastern Expedition Army] has experienced for countless years will end.

It must be said that for these members of the Eastern Expedition Army who have been tortured for a long time and even lost their vitality, no matter how firm their belief in the gods is, the temptation of "liberation" is enough to break through their doubts and suspicions, allowing them to cast indiscriminate and unreserved trust in the "outsider" named Tan Mo who brought the new Lord of Arms.

And now it seems that this trust has not been rewarded as a matter of course.

We must admit that Tan Mo in the Realm of Innocence is indeed a perfect lobbyist with no blind spots, but fundamentally, if there are no external factors, then no matter how eloquent and eloquent he is, it is impossible for him to deal with the Eastern Expedition Army in Jackdaw Castle, which has a firm belief and has fought bloody battles to this day, in just a few days.

What really "convinced" this army, led by Commander Hogel, who had already dedicated everything to the gods, was actually the suffering they had accumulated over these long years and the despair that had no end in sight.

This is a penance of the highest standard, a road to martyrdom with redemption at the end but no end. Compared with this kind of torture, death and sleep are more like a gift. However, in this final dream, even death is a luxury.

"After all... the leader of Jackdaw Castle holds the 'key'."

Mo Tan put his hands to his ears, enjoying the war cries and prayers that seemed to come from another world, and said in a leisurely tone: "If everyone falls into a deep sleep, the remnants of the [God-Destroying Society] will break into the fortress unimpeded and seize the 'key'. Even if those so-called lunatics have long been like the Eastern Expedition Army and have been dead for more than a dozen centuries after the 'Final Dream' unfolds, those long-tempered souls still have a very small chance of escaping and regaining freedom in the original world."

Monica nodded stiffly and said dryly, "So that's why [Jackdaw Castle]..."

"If 'fight to the death' is based on the premise that no one can die, then the only outcome is 'fight to the death'."

Mo Tan shrugged and smiled, "For some reason, I have also dabbled in soul studies. Although my attainments are not very high, I still know some common sense. For example, although the soul can also 'die', the more resilient the soul is, the slower the process of 'die' will be. For example, you, my dear Monica, you have been able to survive until now as a dead body, and even let Xiu use those... haha, although I don't know what they are specifically, they must be small props related to the 'soul' to confirm that you are still alive, also because your soul is strong enough."

Monica sighed weakly and said helplessly: "To be honest, until now I still don't know what the 'soul' is."

"That's normal. After all, this is a problem that even a monster that has stepped half a foot into the 'realm of God' cannot decipher, understand, or explain."

Mo Tan smiled and said in a light tone: "I originally thought that the so-called 'soul' was actually a snapshot mechanism, but after taking a look around in this 'dream', it is obvious that my original thinking was superficial."

Monica pursed her lips in confusion, and after a long while she said helplessly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Tan Mo, I really am..."

"So you still want to talk about something practical?"

Mo Tan blinked, then turned and walked to Monica, raised his hand and put his arm around her shoulders: "No problem, just ask whatever you want to ask."

Monica was surprised for a moment, not expecting this guy to be so easy to talk to. After a few seconds of reaction, she took a deep breath and asked seriously, "What did you do?"

"I used the 'key' to open a door for them."

Mo Tan lowered his head and sniffed the elegant fragrance lingering in the girl's hair, and said softly: "According to my discussion with Mr. Bingzhu, if I, who is considered an 'alien' to the whole world, hold the key, I can open a brand new passage. It will be a dead end that leads neither to the original world nor to a brand new 'nightmare'."

Monica nodded slightly. Because the two of them did not deliberately avoid her during the discussion, the girl understood everything up to this point.

But she did not interrupt the other party just because she heard the known information. Instead, she quietly curled up in Tan Mo's arms, trying to be a qualified listener.

"Except for us 'outsiders', nothing can cross the 'latitude'. This is the consensus between the Lord of Arms and me."

Mo Tan maintained a pleasant smile and explained to the little spy in his arms happily: "In the intrinsic world, any attempt other than 'logging out of the game' will be strangled by the underlying logic, but it is different here. This is a dream, and the key in Hogel's hand is the highest authority in the dream. Do you know what this means?"

Monica tilted her head and looked into the other person's cunning eyes, and said thoughtfully: "This means... if you get the so-called 'key', you will become the master of this dream?"

"No, no, no, dear, the master of this dream will always be the despicable, selfish, and shameless chief judge who has been dead for who knows how many years. It will not be the Lord of Soldiers, it will not be Hogel, and it will not be me."

Mo Tan shook his finger and said cheerfully, "But I will become the core node of this dream. To put it simply, I will 'gain the right to dream'. When Hogel had this right before, all he did was simply... maintain stability."

At this moment, accompanied by a series of deafening muffled noises coming from all directions, Monica immediately hugged her shoulders and looked around in doubt: "This is..."

"This is a betrayal to them, but also a reward to them."

Mo Tan took Monica's hands and danced the court ballroom dance that was popular in the Cang Yue Empire. He smiled at the noble female spy who followed his dance steps awkwardly and said, "Everyone remembers the way home, but a certain metaphysical destination for me is a shackle that you cannot break in your entire life and a chasm that you cannot cross."

"Tan... Your Excellency Tan Mo..."

As the other person's dance steps became faster and faster, although Monica had some dancing skills, it was difficult for her to control the rhythm and she could only be led by the other person to make moves. She could not help but scream out as if she was sitting on a runaway express train.

"The Lord of Arms is a very smart man. Or rather, even if he is not a smart man, his vision and pattern are far beyond the reach of you, the miscellaneous scum. So he came to the conclusion the moment he saw me..."

Mo Tan hugged Monica's slender waist, and the whole person spun rapidly like an out-of-control gyroscope: "If I were to dream this dream, then everyone could be relieved from my homesickness, because as the holder of the key, I would only open a 'door' that even I cannot step into, and behind it is only nothingness and paradox. It will be the highest standard of 'euthanasia' in the world that only the victims of this end dream can enjoy."

At this moment, for Monica who was forcibly dragged into the dance by Mo Tan, if she wanted to ensure that she did not vomit, she must have a stable visual anchor point in this situation. In this case, that anchor point can only be the other person's eyes that can tolerate everything, ignore everything, and despise everything.

"And the fundamental rule of the [False End Dream] is to trap these lonely ghosts abandoned by the world. In this way, when the grand 'euthanasia' is completed, this End Dream will automatically collapse, the thick fog on the dark swamp will dissipate, and the regent will become the new ruler of this corrupt land, allowing it to be reborn under the Violet family emblem."

The owner of those eyes laughed foolishly and sighed, "How wonderful! The [God-Destroying Society] and the [Eastern Expedition Army] have been freed, Violet has lost its hidden dangers and expanded its territory, and even you, my dear Monica, you have fulfilled your loyalty, died a worthy death, died without regrets, and died beautifully..."

Monica looked away with a hurried breath. She suddenly had a bad premonition. If she continued to look at the man in front of her, he might kiss her in the next second, or the second after the next second, and then...

Bang——

Nothing happened.

Almost at the moment when a blush appeared on the girl's face, she was ruthlessly pushed away by the pair of arms that were not solid but made her feel very safe, and she fell to the ground in a daze.

"What about me?"

The always unpredictable guy rolled his eyes and waved his arms angrily: "What about me? What about me?"

"So, what exactly do you want?"

"you."

"Huh?"

"The God-Destroying Society."

"ah?"

"The Dusk Crows' Eastern Expedition."

"ha?"

"Including this inherent barrier called [False Dream]—"

"???"

"I! Want! All!!"

Chapter 2470: The End