Tower Defense Game: My Kingdom of Eternal Life

"Be careful. In order to find out your situation, the church even forced Dream Weaver to come here.

He will make you fall into a dream without knowing it, become the person closest to you, and guide you to reveal the secrets in your heart."

Ghost reminded kindly.

"This is not your fault!"

Cheng Shen was not in a good mood.

He got angry when this matter was mentioned. It was obvious that a matter that could be solved with just a word of communication was caused by the Night Watchmen and this group of brainless people. Now the church sent three emissary-level big shots to keep an eye on him!

There are only seven envoys in total in the Redemption Court. Even if you include the five Divine Blessing Knights from the Silver Palace, there are only twelve envoys.

How virtuous and capable he is!

"Ahaha... Let's do that. I'll come back to you in the afternoon when the church's defenses are loosened. However, one code is one code. Before you do the next commission, you must settle the payment this time and make an honest transaction.

"

Ghost laughed and said.

"Yeah." Cheng Shen responded in a moderate tone, and then threw a palm-sized puppet to it, "Remember to bring it with you."

"Can you give me a few more of these? It will be convenient for me to go wherever I want to go in the future."

Ghost said shamelessly.

"cannot."

Cheng Shen refused.

Making a puppet that can block emissary-level perception requires consuming a ray of his consciousness. It would be good if it could be recovered later, but if it is damaged, it will be permanent damage to him.

Although the damage is not high, it is naturally better to avoid it.

Wow...

The flowing shadow melted into the ground and disappeared in an instant. Cheng Shen rubbed the ring on his right hand. The contract established with the ghost through the serial ring had taken effect, but he had not paid the reward this time.

The cost of letting the ghost help him transport the life blood is not high.

Just take risks.

The loss of this bottle of life blood is a small matter. Once the people of the Holy Hospital find out, the entire medical system will be traced to the source immediately.

At that time.

Everything he had run in the clinic would be in vain.

Therefore, doing this is almost equivalent to leaving his fate as a doctor and hunter in the hands of the ghost.

The risk is extremely high.

But Cheng Shen still took the risk.

His bet was not this bottle of life blood, but the reward he was going to give to the ghost. It had just been seriously injured, but Cheng Shen happened to know how to heal it, and could quickly restore its strength to its peak!

This kind of temptation is something that the ghost cannot resist.

The Soul Reaver inflicts permanent damage to it.

If it is not cured well, its strength will forever fall to the next level, and it will be difficult to return to the second-sequence level. This means that it will soon be excluded from the core of the Night Watch organization and reduced to a fringe weirdo.

But now Cheng Shen can give it hope.

The bet was won.

He will have a reliable helper in the Night's Watch organization, instead of continuing to fight alone in an unknown situation.

This is the meaning of his adventure.

and.

Completed this transaction.

Cheng Shen could then feel more confident about letting him do another thing for him.

suddenly.

A strange and hazy mental wave enveloped him.

Cheng Shen's eyes were slightly strange. This mental fluctuation was extremely hidden. It would be difficult to detect it if his soul power wasn't one level higher than his mental power.

"Dream Weaver..."

He immediately remembered the ghost's reminder.

As for the information about Dream Weaver, he has also read it in the Night Watch information. It is said that the consciousness of people affected by Dream Weaver will also fall into a state of chaos, just like being hit with an interrogation agent in a movie or TV show.

.

You will involuntarily fall into the logic of the dream weaver.

But at this moment.

His brain was so clear that he didn't react at all.

Although Dream Weaver is a messenger-level powerhouse, his mental power cannot affect him at all...

The calm street and the scene in front of me have not changed at all. Pedestrians with dark and numb colors in a hurry will avoid it when approaching it dressed as a weirdo. The breakfast stall on the roadside is surrounded by people.

The aroma of cooked noodles, thick soup, meat skewers and other foods filled the entire street.

"Karl?"

The skinny Marge appeared at the street corner carrying vegetables.

"Mother?"

Karl raised his head with some slow thinking. His only intact eye was full of doubts. How could his mother, who never goes out, be here?

"I happened to meet you when I went out to buy groceries."

There was a tenderness on Mag's face that had never appeared in Karl's memory.

But a thought immediately emerged in his mind, she was his mother, and she should look like this.

So Karl accepted the Margo in front of him as a matter of course.

"I heard that you have been dealing with a group of bad people recently. Is this true?"

Margo asked abruptly.

"Bad guy?"

Karl was puzzled.

"They all have a strange appearance. One of them is covered with wounds, and the other is completely black... What did you say when they approached you yesterday? Don't listen to them."

Margo said with a serious face.

Carl's heart tightened, and he didn't know why. He felt scared when his mother showed such an expression.

But my mother is obviously a very gentle person?

There were too many questions, and Karl's already traumatized brain was a little short-circuited, and the picture in front of him seemed to be torn into two.

It hammered its head in pain.

"What kind of bad guy?... I have never... seen the person you are talking about..."

Karl said hard.

"Karl, you have never lied before! Are you going to lie to your mother just to protect a group of bad guys!?"

Margo pressed forward step by step.

"I...I don't...know..." Carl's half normal and half torn face became ferocious, blood seeped out from the cracks, dyeing half of its stiff puppet face red, making its expression look extremely terrifying.

"You really don't know?!"

Mag's eyes were sharp but she quietly took half a step back.

"No……"

Karl shook his head in pain.

Mag's eyes were confused, but after taking a look at Karl's condition, she knew that further questioning might lead to bad results.

Hesitate slightly.

The smile on Mag's face returned: "I'm going home first. You have to work hard and listen to the adults."

Say it.

Her figure walked around the corner at an extremely abnormal speed and disappeared.

At a roadside stall nearby, Cheng Shen stood up with his mouth full of rolled pork noodles, took a sip of the tasteless soup, and swallowed the food in his mouth.

"There's no taste at all... Has this Dream Weaver never eaten food from a roadside stall since he was a child?"

Make a complaint.

Cheng Shen just walked over and merged with Karl.

The ability to strip out Carl's memories and reshape his personality has been mastered since Miles in Nightmare Town.

This moment is used to deal with the temptation of the Dream Weaver,

Just right.

However, since he only has the memory of Karl before his arrival, and the personality he created, and does not have the experience of these three days, there are still some flaws.

But who makes him weird?

No matter how strange things happen to weird people, they are all normal.

In fact, just as long as the Dream Weaver looked around, he could easily find something wrong with him.

Then the problem was noticed.

However, in his mental perception, there was only a blank space where Cheng Shen was.

Nothing exists at all.

sometimes

, a professional's over-reliance on mental perception is also a shortcoming, and Cheng Shen just took advantage of the darkness under the lamp.

Buzz…

A mysterious fluctuation.

The seemingly normal world in front of him seemed to have had a filter removed. Cheng Shen paused slightly, then walked forward without any influence.

"I don't see anything wrong with him."

in the room.

An old man with pale hair and beard said tiredly.

"So, the night watchman really didn't do anything to it." Another old man with a majestic face said.

"I don't know. There was nothing unusual about its behavior in the dream. If nothing happens, I have to rush back."

Dreamweaver shook his head.

"The Dream Demon has been trying to invade the sealed area. If it succeeds, the Night Watch may enter the institute before us.

I have to go back and stare at it."

"Thanks a lot."

Another old man said.

"It's not hard work, but life is hard." The Dream Weaver sarcastically said, "Ever since I awakened this useless ability, I haven't been able to sleep peacefully even a day. Sometimes I have to help those losers weave beautiful dreams... I really want to drown them.

!」

Behind the scenes, a group of redemption priests stood like minions, not daring to disturb the communication between the three elders.

"...It's better to endure it," the man said, "They are the last pure bloods in this city.

I won’t have to trouble them when I open the institute.”

"I hope that day comes soon!"

Dream Weaver raised his hand and waved, and a gap was immediately opened in the space in front of him, and thick black mist suddenly poured out from it like slurry.

He stepped in.

Later.

The dark cracks closed automatically.

The room was quiet for a moment, and the Executor looked at the silent Soul Reaver Wesley, "What do you think about this?"

Wesley rubbed the smooth skull in his hand. The cracks from the last battle were gradually healing. A faint blue eye was still embedded in the empty eye socket, and the depth of the eye seemed to be pregnant with boundless darkness.

"I would like to ask the prophet to predict it."

Wesley said in silence for a long time.

"This is impossible."

The executor shook his head and refused without thinking.

"The Day of Blood Sacrifice is approaching. Each of us must keep a close eye on the actions of the Night Watch. The Seer is even preparing for that event. You cannot waste your life channeling for a trivial matter. The higher ups will not agree to your request."

he said.

Wesley said no more.

Half a moment.

He then said quietly: "I have always felt uneasy in my heart. This may not be the trivial matter you mentioned."

The executor shook his head, thinking that he was too suspicious and ignored him.

He turned around and said to the others: "From now on, we must ensure that there are three personnel above the priest level watching its itinerary at all times.

Everything it does must be logged.

In addition, increase its processing level to the second sequence. If the puppet shows a threat again, use the magic device directly to wipe out the house of doom!"

This kind of treatment even exceeds the average second-tier treatment.

It seems that it can achieve the church's attitude towards eliminating several extremely troublesome second-sequence members in the Night Watch.

But even so, Wesley still felt uneasy in his heart. His eyes behind the hood were staring at the crystal ball, and he couldn't figure it out.

Where does his uneasiness come from?

…

The plan to cultivate deified metal with divine blood and flesh got stuck in the search for nightmare creatures.

But Cheng Shen didn't let the pile of materials in his backpack go to waste.

Start practicing!

Heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, limbs, trunk, facial features...

As long as the corresponding materials are available, divine blood and flesh can be molded into any part, and these parts will be given a special ability. However, Cheng Shen himself has mastered many abilities, and there is no need to make the transformation too complicated.

For example, the divine blood nose can enhance the sense of smell, and the divine blood ears can enhance hearing.

These messy abilities can be completely replaced by his field of perception.

Includes unique bonuses for other parts.

He doesn't need any.

Cheng Shen simply decided to build a body with divine blood that would enjoy the ultimate bonus, discarding all the attributes of its parts and replacing them all with one attribute:

Increase damage.

The output is high enough to kill the enemy instantly, which is the way to go!

To refine divine blood limbs, the main materials required are not only flesh and blood containing divine blood, but also a healthy ordinary part.

It can be human,

Or other monster animals.

In this regard, Griffin's legacy left to him can satisfy his request, including the corpses on the second underground floor that are ready to refine the life blood.

They are all excellent refining materials.

Start experimenting now.

A lot of work.

Gloomy shadows gathered around him at some point. Cheng Shen glanced briefly, raised his hand and threw out a bottle of blue potion. The oak cork was knocked down by a black light in mid-air, and all the potion was sprinkled in the shadow.

"...It really works!"

A moment later, the ghost's excited voice was heard underground, and arms condensed with black liquid stretched out densely like wronged souls in hell.

"I need more of this potion!"

it shouted.

"I'm just a part-time worker. I do whatever my boss tells me to do. I can't make the decision myself."

Cheng Shen said.

Gulu...

There was a burst of bubbles in the shadow, and then it quickly enveloped the entire room. Reason and desire were constantly intertwined in the ghost's eyes.

"You want to threaten me with force?"

Cheng Shen raised his head.

"...How could it be?" Ghost smiled, "Look at the room I decorated for you. Is it more suitable for you to prepare potions quietly?"

"Go find my boss."

Cheng Shen said.

The ghost has fallen to the third level, which is equivalent to the fourth level lord level. Even with hard power, it cannot threaten him now.

Cheng Shen was naturally not afraid.

The worst thing is to expose some strength to get rid of it, and then find another way out.

Fortunately, Ghost made a wise choice in the end.

Less than a moment.

Gululu...

A petroleum-like liquid was stirred up in the laboratory where he was, but fortunately there was no eagle cry outside. A puppet covered in thick black liquid crawled out from the shadows, and its three blue eyes then lit up in the shadows.

.

Cheng Shen then threw two blue potions to it.

"Didn't we agree on four of them?"

Ghost said in astonishment.

"I feel very unhappy that you threatened my employees. The reward for this transaction will be halved. I hope you can get used to your identity soon."

Puppet said calmly.

"Gan!"

The ghost was so excited that he almost crawled out.

"I just said I wanted to sign a contract! Thank you for trusting you so much!"

It said sadly and angrily.

"If you have time to complain, why not use your ability to help my employees find more materials. What is needed to refine this potion?"

Cheng Shen played a game of self-questioning and answering.

The crow doctor on the side immediately said: "We need Wuxincao, Wulingzhi, Pork Sunflower, Whispering Ghost, Mist Dust..."

He named a dozen materials unique to the black fog area in one breath.

"You need so much?..." Ghost was confused, but immediately felt something was wrong, "Are you trying to kill me on purpose?"

"If you say that, I will have to calculate the cost of refining the medicine with you..."

Cheng Shen sighed.