Elias sat blankly on the cold grass by the lakeshore.
The cold wind blew across his sweat-drenched forehead.
At this moment, he even seriously suspected whether the dream demon curse had taken effect again.
But here was the problem.
Could one have hallucinations within a dream?
That was a good question.
A question good enough to make his left and right brain fight each other.
While he sat there in a daze.
"Are you done asking?"
The wild horse stared at him.
The horse's face showed no reaction to Elias's shock.
"Uh..."
Elias swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.
"Can you tell me... the specific functions of this gun now?"
The wild horse snorted with extreme impatience.
The wet breath sprayed onto Elias's face, carrying a faint scent of green grass and the fishy smell of lake water.
Then, that cold, magnetic baritone came from the horse's mouth again:
"This gun has currently mutated into a containment object."
Elias was startled.
A containment object?
That meant it had left the realm of conventional weapons and possessed some kind of unspeakable living characteristic.
"The level is not high."
The horse's tone was flat.
"It retains its original basic settings and can still fire various conventional elemental ammunition."
"Furthermore, it can now fire 'chaos ammo' and 'pollution ammo'."
"Those hit have a chance of falling directly into mental confusion."
"Or..."
The horse paused.
"Be forcibly transformed into a mindless aberration by the pollution ammo."
Hearing this, Elias's eyes twitched wildly.
Good grief.
"There is also one more: the chaos energy bullet."
"It requires chaos ammo and pollution ammo to undergo an extremely repulsive fusion within the chamber to be produced."
"In addition, it needs to instantly absorb a large amount of negative or positive spirituality as a driver."
Elias pricked up his ears, afraid to miss a single word.
"Of course, the price is equal."
"Its negative trait is: the holder's daily spirituality consumption will increase drastically."
"And to manufacture pollution ammo, the gun needs to constantly absorb polluting wills from the outside world."
A trace of coldness appeared in the horse's eyes.
"The chaos energy bullet is immensely powerful."
"But it cannot be preserved for long."
"Once it condenses in the chamber, if it is not released immediately..."
The horse looked at Elias as if looking at a corpse.
"It will cause a violent explosion."
Elias sucked in a breath of cold air.
Holding a nuclear button that could go off at any time, was he?
"Finally."
The wild horse summarized.
"Every time a chaos energy bullet is condensed and fired, the firearm will fall into a state of complete silence."
"All supernatural traits will be shut down."
"It will need half a month to slowly recover its functions."
Case closed.
That was why it said "try again in half a month" earlier.
A long skill cooldown of fifteen days.
"Are you done asking?"
After answering all of Elias's questions in extreme detail, the horse spoke again.
It seemed to be in a hurry to get off work.
Elias nodded subconsciously:
"I'm done..."
He was still hesitating whether to ask about the other party's identity.
If he asked and there was some taboo name involved, he might die.
If he didn't ask, what was the other party's purpose? He might still die.
Unfortunately, as soon as he spoke.
The horse heard this and immediately turned around, raising its two thick hind legs high.
The muddy hooves rapidly enlarged in Elias's pupils.
"Very well!"
The baritone voice spat out the last two words.
"Begone!"
"Bang!"
A dull, heavy thud.
Elias felt as if his soul had been struck hard by a thousand-pound hammer.
Without any sensation of pain, he immediately felt himself flying uncontrollably.
His consciousness instantly left the grassland dream.
"Whew—!"
Elias suddenly bounced up from the wooden table, his hands clutching the edge of the table tightly as he gasped for air.
The shirt on his back was completely soaked with cold sweat, sticking to his skin in a slimy, uncomfortable way.
A strong wave of nausea welled up from deep in his throat.
In the air, the fragrance of the dreamlily powder had not yet dissipated.
What the hell was that?!
Still shaken, Elias looked at the elemental revolver on the table, which was still limp.
He had been kicked back to reality from his dream by a horse without any mercy?
Unable to figure out the other party's background, Elias could only swallow this bitter pill.
But the style was really wrong!
According to Old Ed's explanation, if other people's Dream Prayer Rituals were all stream-of-consciousness.
Watching symbolic phenomena and then struggling to interpret the dream for answers.
Then his... wasn't it a bit too specific?!
"Truly absurd!"
Old Ed's raspy voice was still echoing in Elias's mind.
Clearly, not much time had passed.
The old man had been in a state of shock in reality just now and hadn't recovered.
"Indeed absurd!"
Elias wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and replied, utterly baffled.
Just like that, the two's channels unexpectedly synchronized.
The voice in his head suddenly paused.
"Holy crap, you're out already?"
Old Ed asked in surprise.
"Mhm."
Elias steadied his breathing, picked up the cup of cold water on the table, and took a large gulp.
"The Moon Lord... answered you?"
Old Ed's tone carried a thick sense of disbelief.
"He answered, all right..."
Elias put down the water cup, staring into the void with a complex gaze.
"I want to ask."
"In mysticism, which deity does a horse symbolize?"
"?"
Over the next few minutes.
Elias leaned back in his chair and gave Old Ed a detailed account of what had happened in the dream.
Of course, Elias maintained absolute caution.
He couldn't tell Old Ed what he had originally predicted the dream would look like.
He deliberately hid his assumptions about the modern city or the rental apartment being the dream setting.
He also kept the detail about the lake reflecting "Jiang Huan" strictly to himself.
He only kept the parts about the wolf pack, the horse herd, and the specific horse he encountered in the dream.
After hearing this incredible adventure.
Old Ed was also stunned, unable to come to his senses for a long while.
"This... this is..."
The old man stuttered for a long time before he could reorganize his words.
"First, are there deities who use the horse as a symbol?"
"Certainly."
Old Ed's tone returned to the rigor of analysis.
"Legend has it that before the current Seven Gods began to maintain the order of the world."
"There were many ancient deities in the world."
"It was a chaotic era when gods walked the earth."
"Of course, more than that is not something I can know."
"But..."
Old Ed's tone shifted, becoming extremely grave.
"The moon pattern you drew on the ground was blue."
"This is truly baffling."
Old Ed analyzed seriously.
"Even in the core introductory literature for the church ascetics, there is never any mention of the situation you encountered."
"A blue moon? Unheard of."
Listening to Old Ed's analysis, Elias felt increasingly uneasy.
The unknown was the most terrifying.
"Look on the bright side."
Old Ed tried to ease the atmosphere.
"At least the other party bore no ill will."
"He even responded to your question and explained it in great detail, even telling you the side effects of the weapon."
This was true.
Elias glanced at the gun on the table, feeling a little more at ease.
"Though I don't know why a kid like you can attract the attention of a Scale Seven high-level entity."
"And how you could have such dog-shit luck to borrow that power to drive away that entity's projection."
"But ultimately..."
Old Ed muttered in confusion.
"You're only a Scale One."
"Sigh, forget it!"
Elias ran his hands through his hair in frustration, forcefully cutting off the topic.
"Even if the two of us discuss this all night, we probably won't reach a conclusion."
He felt like he was currently a small, broken boat sailing through several terrifying storms.
A single wave could smash him to pieces.
This severe lack of information made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, uncomfortable all over.
He also knew very well that worrying here wouldn't solve any problems.
Instead of being anxious, he might as well sleep.
"Actually, it also proves one thing."
In his mind, Old Ed noticed Elias's somewhat defeatist attitude and spoke up again.
"What thing?"
"Logically speaking, your Dream Prayer Ritual was actually very successful."
Old Ed's tone was extremely serious.
Elias felt this was also a form of consolation.
"What is the essence of the Dream Prayer Ritual?"
"It is to pray to a deity to grant you enlightenment to solve a problem."
"Practically speaking, you completely achieved your goal."
"Only..."
Old Ed paused.
"The process was different from others."
"I think..."
"Perhaps there really is something wrong with your brain."
Old Ed's voice even carried a hint of complex sighing.
Elias was instantly angered by this sentence.
Wait a minute, what kind of analytical consolation was this?
All this for a burger, is that it?!
Elias gave a cold laugh.
"You want to fly?"
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