Fantasy Clock～Dream Ruler～

Suddenly, an abnormal pulling force erupted from the ground, pulling all the more than forty rulers who were frozen in the air to the ground. Only a girl with blue eyes and black hair stood there unmoved, her oppressive hands controlling the gravity of the mutation, and she was always refusing to lift her hands easily to give the Dream Thieves a chance to breathe.

"Damn...! Why can't I observe it?! What's wrong?"

The Thief of Dreams swung his arms with all his strength in the sky, as if he wanted to grab something that could pull him up in the empty air, but in the end he inevitably fell to the grass shed at the back, with broken pieces. The cracked roof fell heavily on a pile of tall weeds on the ground. His back was hit hard and his eyes went dark.

His mind was blank, only sporadic cognitions floating above countless intertwined thoughts. The effect of Chalt still remained on Thief King, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see where the No. 2 clock masters were heading. Other than that, who was walking outside the hut, where the other dream stealers fell, everything he should know is completely unknown at this moment.

Without the strength to fly into the air again, Thief Dream King felt that all the energy in his body was drained by a blank brain. I don't know how long I've been lying in this place where I shouldn't be able to stay for even a second, when I heard the sound of footsteps.

"Ah! Finally... finally found you, my king."

Following the sound came a man with a saber ring wrapped around his waist. As he walked towards the Dream Pirate King, he quickly waved his hand as a signal, and the sabers arranged in a circle instantly merged into one, so he quickly grabbed it and put it in his waist. The Thief King stood up slowly with the help of the saberman's arm, and the turbulent fierce light in his eyes suddenly moved. He felt the shackles that blocked absolute observation break.

"Except for you... where else?"

"The survivors have all gone to look for you, and two of them are left to go back to the prison arena to check the situation."

"You said...survivors..."

Thief Dream King repeated the three blunt words on his lips, and suddenly realized what he was doing. He waved away the arms held by the saberman, stood up straight and looked ahead—his torturer was lying on the other side. He has lost consciousness on the haystacks piled up into a hill; nearby, there are a few wisps of dissipated blue crystal chips floating upwards. Of course he understood that those crystal blue crystals were dream stealers who hadn't been lucky enough to fall on something that could counteract the impact and died in such an ignominious way. Resentment spread further throughout his body through his veins.

"Hehe...it seems that we still have to go back to the original way——we have to do that."

"This..." The saberman thought for a while but didn't get an answer. He lowered his eyes and blurted out the question, "You mean...?"

"He said he wanted to avenge me, so why didn't I?"

"You mean...is it William Andres?"

Pirates of Dream King didn't answer, but narrowed his eyes jokingly, and then changed the topic.

"What do you think we should do to be in line with the 'Dream Stealer' approach?"

His teasing eyes, and his tone as if he had given up everything else and devoted himself to something, made the saberman suddenly think of something, suddenly realized,

"You mean, like before the domination war started...!"

"Just as you imagined." The Thief King opened his thin and sickly white arms, but it seemed to spread a pair of wings of a god, "Obviously there is the "Holy Mother's Name" standing on our side, we Why do you want to look far away? "Dreams are just a reflection of reality", and if you kill the bodies of the rulers at the other end, wouldn't the spirits also disappear?"

"My wise king, you have finally 'come back here'!"

A dangerous light flashed in Saberman's eyes, and he knelt respectfully at the feet of the Dream Thief King. In the eyes of dream stealers like them, bloodthirsty, brutality, belligerence, and "desperate to fight for what you want" should be the nature of the dream king. All scruples, worries, and sympathies must not defile the king who leads them.

"Ah... I wish I had realized it sooner—this is... the way to really kill the ruler!"