Magical Girl's Knight Brother

Chapter 543 Does the Dream World Not Exist?

This scene is certainly challenging the already uneasy feelings of the old chimney.

He never dreamed that Leisen would actually survive that apocalyptic war, and even the little girl beside him was alive. Moreover, he brought with him a large group of strange-looking, pale-faced, and seemingly lifeless beings. These people were draped in white cloth, and included men and women of various races, which truly gave the old chimney a creepy feeling.

However, he forced himself to calm down, his neck stiff. "You, you don't tell me you're prepared to pay the price of three passes to bring so many 'people'." Old Chimney emphasized the word "people," clearly realizing that most of these guys had lost their humanity. Tang Zijun glanced at Leisen warily, who immediately returned a reassuring look before heading straight for Old Chimney. Seeing this, Old Chimney's men immediately went on alert. But Leisen paid no attention to them, focusing instead on Old Chimney. "Anyway, you're coming with us anyway. You've lost more than a tenth of your men. The journey is long; do you think these few can protect you across the border?"

Upon hearing this, the old chimney's gaze became somewhat uncertain.

To be honest, what Leisen is saying now is exactly what he's worried about most.

Given his personality, if he weren't worried about his own safety, he would have run away long ago. Why would he still be here waiting for Rayson? The reason he stayed here was not only to gather his remaining subordinates, but also to hope to get Rayson's help. After all, Rayson was a legendary scavenger who had escaped from the Omnic Nest, and his combat strength was beyond question.

With him around, the safety along the way will definitely be greatly improved.

What he hadn't expected was that Leisen had brought such a large group of strange fellows. "This is probably not commensurate with our previous deal." "Of course not," Leisen said coldly. "Now you need our protection more. Without us, with your numbers, you wouldn't even make it to the border, let alone the south." "What do you mean?" Old Chimney frowned.

"We'll take you there, and you'll show us the way. It's a win-win situation, don't you think?" Leisen asked, enunciating each word clearly. Old Chimney glanced at Leisen, then at Tang Zijun and the others behind him, seemingly pondering something.

He paused, then said in a low voice, "Why should I trust you? What if you cross the border and attack me?"

He had a fair number of men left, but not a huge one—a few dozen men would be considered a small group in the wasteland, but compared to the hundred or so who showed no signs of life, they were clearly outmatched. Although they were unarmed, the aura they exuded posed a significant threat to Old Chimney. Most importantly, many of them were alien races, individuals whose very forms possessed considerable combat prowess. With such a large group, it was uncertain who would be in charge on the road.

Leisen naturally understood what the old chimney meant, and he frowned. "You don't think we'll betray you after we've served our purpose, do you? Don't forget who I am." "No, of course not. Scavengers, backstabbing is commonplace for people like you, isn't it?" the old chimney said with a forced smile. "So what do you want?" Leisen frowned.

"How should I know?" the old chimney retorted. "I admit I do need your help, but now you need mine too. I need you to prove to me you won't harm me." "How can that be proven, old chimney? I'm warning you, you'd better not..."

Just as Leisen was about to say something, he suddenly sensed something and abruptly turned around to look in another direction.

The old man with the chimney noticed that someone seemed to be approaching and looked up. He saw a large group of several hundred people walking towards them from another direction. Upon seeing this, the two men immediately stopped their negotiation and looked towards the group.

The leader of the uninvited guests was none other than Hawk, whom they had met a few times before. Beside Hawk stood another figure that made Tang Zijun and Leisen take notice—Scáthach. "The Rebels?"

The old chimney squinted, his expression filled with suspicion and bewilderment.

"Why did these guys get here too?"

Upon approaching, Hawke gestured for the group behind him to stop, then strode forward to Old Chimney and Rayson. Scáthach made no move, only smiling at Tang Zijun. "You're going south, aren't you?" Hawke said in a deep voice. "Perfect, we have the same idea. Why don't we be included in this operation?" This immediately amused Old Chimney. "Include you? Don't be ridiculous! I've lost so many men, even my entire fortune, and it's all your fault!" "Don't fool yourself, Old Chimney. You know this day would have come even without us." Hawke crossed his arms and said coldly. "Besides, didn't you see it yourself? The death of the God of Harvest... The gods of the era are not invincible; they too can die."

"Let me ask you this, what does the death of the god of harvest have to do with you?" the old chimney said, turning to look at Leisen. "Brother Leisen, aren't you right?" "Ahem." Leisen looked away, pretending not to hear.

He had noticed Skadi in the crowd long ago.

"You..." Old Chimney pointed at Leisen, then nodded repeatedly. "Fine...fine...fine...fine...you all want to come south with me, right? Then let's renegotiate this deal. Listen up!" The three began arguing back and forth, and while they discussed, the surrounding crowd relaxed a little. Tang Zijun noticed Scáthach quietly walk out of the group and into a corner outside the crowd, so he reached out and ruffled Yedi's hair, then turned and quietly walked towards Scáthach. The two arrived at the "river," gazing at the once glorious city now reduced to ruins.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment, then Scáthach broke the silence with a soft voice.

"Isn't it strange that I'm here? Isn't it strange that I'm a member of the resistance?" "I have many questions. Will you tell me?"

"Would you believe me if I told you?"

"How would you know if I didn't tell you?"

"Too"

As she spoke, Scáthach turned her head and looked Tang Zijun up and down, as if she were looking at a rare treasure.

"To be honest, I'm really surprised. It's clearly a person in a mirror, yet it possesses a human body... no, this body has completely surpassed humanity; it's more like a form sculpted by divine power, like Pandora... Have you mirror people really developed to this extent?"

"Or... is this the divine body you created for yourself after becoming the God of the Mirror?"

"No, I'm just a rather special type," Tang Zijun said casually, then looked up to meet the other person's gaze. "You seem to know a lot about the Greedy Ones." "Greedy Ones... Is that your current name? Well, the Mirror People are what the gods call you. Back then, you were just insignificant little guys." Scáthach smiled. "Let's not talk about such trivial matters." Tang Zijun frowned slightly. "Why are you here? What exactly happened back then?" Scáthach's eyes flickered slightly, as if she was recalling something. After a moment of silence, she slowly spoke.

"Back then... you should know about that war, that war that all the gods faced together."

"I know about the battle between the gods of the real world and the gods of the dream world."

As Tang Zijun was speaking, she saw Scáthach shake her head slightly.

"No, there is no dream world at all, and what fights the gods is not some kind of 'god.' Whether it's Zeus or Odin, from beginning to end, what fights the gods is an existence called a nightmare." "Nightmare?" Tang Zijun frowned.

He had indeed heard of this term. Even now, the Mirror Gods of the Dream World are fighting against the Nightmare Gods. This battle between the gods has lasted for hundreds of years, and if you include the previous generations, the battlefront has even spanned several centuries.

However, Tang Zijun quickly grasped the key point in Scáthach's words, and he looked up in disbelief. "Wait, what did you just say? That the dream world doesn't exist at all!?" "Hmm... that's not entirely accurate." Scáthach sighed softly and said in a deep voice, "Strictly speaking, the dream world is actually a part of the real world, a dimension created by the gods in ancient times... or you could say it's an isolation zone that the gods actively created."

Tang Zijun's eyes slowly widened, her expression incredibly complex.

"...I know what you want to ask, but I don't know the specifics. After all, by the time I went to the dream world, most of the gods had already fallen. All I know is that the dream world was created by the gods to resist nightmares from invading the real world."

"You've also been to the dream world?"

Scáthach nodded slightly and said slowly.

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get here."