"Ha, surround? Don't put on airs! No fluctuation of natural power can escape the Alpha's—" The martial artist's words were only halfway out when a container flying horizontally smashed his face flat. The immense impact sent him rolling backward, cutting off his words in his throat.

Another traitor stared dumbfounded as the witches emerged from their hiding places, some from underground, some from the sky, but more appeared out of thin air, as if they had been waiting there for a long time.

This situation completely defied common sense. So many people were hiding within a distance of less than ten meters. Even without fluctuations in natural power, they should have been able to detect their breathing and footsteps!

Why hadn't the Fallen Ones acting as sentries issued an alarm?

But now there was no time for further thought.

In an instant, the two groups were engaged in a fierce battle.

The originally silent dockyard suddenly erupted!

…

Ling remained outside the range of the searchlight beams—light and shadow always went hand in hand. The high-hanging lights above illuminated the yard, but also made the darkness behind the iron boxes even more intense.

She had long since chosen her targets: the Fallen Ones standing in high places. Their long shadows stretched behind them, merging with the dark side of the boxes, practically offering her a natural opening. If someone looked behind Ling as she approached the enemy, they would see an extremely astonishing sight—her entire body disappeared into the shadows, leaving only half her head exposed, with a few bubbles occasionally emerging from below her nose, without making any sound.

The feeling of being immersed in the shadows was warm and comfortable, unmatched even by the hot springs of this world. Since transforming into a God's Punishment body, she had thought she would never relive this feeling, until Phyllis brought back an incredible message a year ago.

An alternate world that could take them back to the past.

Ling loved this new world at first sight.

Roland also transformed from a somewhat eccentric mortal king into an inviolable Chosen One, even though he couldn't activate the Heavenly Stratum Instrument. She usually tried every means to pester Pasha, Celine, and others to get more opportunities to enter the dream, and being chosen as a protector for witch entrants was also an opportunity she had lobbied for.

Fighting demons was undoubtedly the most important mission, but being able to relax oneself without violating this principle was naturally the best thing.

Therefore, anyone who wanted to harm His Majesty or destroy the dream world was an unforgivable enemy of the Taqila witches.

With the issuance of the command to act, Ling rose from the shadows like a wraith, plunging a short knife into the chest of a Fallen One.

These enemies would not be fatally wounded by ordinary weapons, so an additional action was needed—injecting magic power into it. Under the influence of the swarming magic power, she could clearly feel the other party's astral vortex spinning unstable. This situation was somewhat like the mutual interference between ability effects, and also confirmed His Majesty's view from another aspect: natural power and magic power were not essentially different, they both came from "erosion."

After that, with a simple sweep, the corroded core could be removed, and the enemy would collapse into a pile of flesh.

And the moment the Fallen One fell, she had already leaped across several box tops meters apart, appearing behind another Fallen One.

Fierce fighting also erupted below.

Soon, all the enemies acting as sentries were swept away by her.

Ling stood at the highest point of the yard, overlooking the entire battlefield—the sisters still maintained the level of ability they had four hundred years ago, and even became more agile and sensitive due to the training of the God's Punishment Warriors. However, more striking than their own strength was the soaring morale of everyone.

Betty's strength superposition allowed her to become an existence comparable to the extraordinary in a short period of time. Holding an iron box in one hand, she charged to the front, scattering the Fallen Ones who came to surround her.

Flash and Phyllis were still extremely tacit partners. Whenever the former used a bright flash to blind the enemy, the latter's blade or demonic claws would strike

Now at the most vital part.

And there was Tunen, Rose... everyone was like this. This exciting battle seemed to bring Ling back to the Taqila era. She couldn't help but look at Roland—perhaps even he didn't realize the significance of the dream world to the Taqila witches. It was not only a place to regain touch and enjoy rest, but also to relax their infinitely taut heartstrings.

In the hundreds of years after the fall of the Three Holy Cities and the disintegration of the Association, it could be said that it was the darkest time for them, the survivors. Although everyone mustered their courage and tried their best to adapt to their new bodies, the gradually forgotten senses made them lose the joy of living. Coupled with the lack of progress in the Chosen One project, everyone was burdened with immense pressure. Even if changing bodies could continue, everyone's mental state was declining day by day. Ling even suspected at the time that perhaps they would be crushed by the pressure themselves without the demons even lifting a finger.

But now, the Third Border City was full of vitality. Everyone enthusiastically discussed which takeout was the most delicious, and the forgotten senses were gradually regained. Even without entering the dream world, laughter could still be heard, which was completely different from the scene a hundred years ago.

Ling knew that the sisters' feelings were similar to hers, which was why they showed such high morale.

The existence of these enemies of erosion must not be tolerated in the dream world.

She leaped down, jumping towards the shadow behind a Fallen One, joining the melee below.

…

As early as the moment the container was thrown by Betty, Roland had already rushed forward quickly, headbutting the leading man on the enemy side.

From several encounters with magic creatures, it was known that these monsters, which were exceptionally troublesome for martial artists, were the biggest variables on the battlefield. Whether it was the strange black and red domain or the twisted black tentacles, they were quite troublesome to deal with, and even witches would have difficulty escaping if they were entangled.

However, the magic creature's abilities had no effect on him. As long as he held the leader back, the witches would naturally take care of the remaining enemies.

And as Roland expected, when Alpha found that he couldn't get rid of his restraint for a while, the arrogant tone he had at the beginning finally changed.

"You—"

"I told you, I'm the creator here," Roland didn't want to give the other party a chance to speak at all. Anyway, it was always the same few sentences over and over again, and he had heard it several times, "So what if you're a divine envoy? Is a divine envoy that great?" He pressed him to the ground, muttering indignantly, and punched the enemy's face fiercely until the strange mask shattered, revealing the rotating astrolabe underneath.

Its face was a huge core.

Without hesitation, Roland grabbed the astrolabe and pulled it outwards with force, until it came off completely.

At that moment, the jubilant power in his body suddenly surged out, engulfing the astrolabe and turning it into a brilliant pillar of light, shooting straight into the sky from his hand. As if sensing the call of the pillar of light, the cores that had peeled off from the Fallen Ones also scattered into starlight, gathering together, illuminating the dark night sky in an instant.

That feeling that the world was subtly changing surfaced in his mind again.

But this was not the end… The pillar of light became brighter and brighter, showing no sign of weakening, until it completely enveloped him! Roland felt something rushing into his mind frantically, and a sharp pain almost made him lose consciousness.

Everything in front of him became blurred, and countless snowflakes filled his vision, like a black and white television from the 1970s.

"Hiss… Hiss…"

In the noisy scene, he saw an infinitely wide sinkhole cave.