Chapter 734: Chapter 290 Nightmare Power, The Deepest mories [10,000 Words]_3
The window on one side was broken.
Neither the carved figures nor the monsters could be seen anywhere at the mont.
Gulas knew Borrell was strong, so he wanted to let the carved figures escape through the window while he held Borrell back.
“Caw~~!” The cry of the carved figures ca from outside the window.
The sound blast caused Borrell to rub his ears; he didn’t bother to pursue the carved figures.
Since the carved figures could fly, and although Borrell was strong, he truly had no ans to capture the flying carved figures.
Quickly, the scene shifted to the carved figures; the image inside the Ancient Castle disappeared.
Since this mory belonged to the carved figure, and it could no longer see what Borrell was doing, there was no image; Mu Rufeng was left hovering in mid-air outside.
Not far away, the carved figure was anxiously circling above the Ancient Castle, wanting to rescue Gulas, but it was too weak to dare to enter the Ancient Castle.
Afraid of being caught by Borrell again.
Afterward, the images began to speed up.
The carved figure harassed the area almost every day, during the day, night, wind, rain, and snow, without ever stopping.
Borrell also used many thods to try to capture the carved figure, but it was careful and ticulous, and each attempt ended in failure.
Finally, Borrell sealed all the windows inside the house with wooden planks, leaving only the one in the laboratory unsealed.
Of course, that too was a trap.
The most dangerous ti for the carved figure, it almost got caught because of that unsealed window.
It was hard to tell how much ti had passed, as the images shifted too quickly.
One winter day, a blizzard enveloped the land.
The carved figure continued its daily circles above the Ancient Castle.
Even the blizzard could not deter the carved figure.
Boom Boom Boom~~!
Terrifying roaring sounds erupted from the Ancient Castle.
Then, there were continuous terrifying growls and tremblings inside the castle.
It seed that so terrible event had broken out inside.
Through the window of the laboratory, the carved figure saw Gulas break free and was now battling with Borrell.
Gulas’s form had grown even larger than before, and he seed to have even less reason.
In addition, there were several monsters attacking Borrell together.
The carved figure knew its chance had co, and imdiately braved the blizzard to return to its habitat, then called over the monsters that had escaped earlier to launch an attack on the Ancient Castle.
It was a violent, brutally violent battle.
Dead, all of them dead.
Whether it was the monsters, the master of the Ancient Castle Borrell, or even Gulas, all were dead.
There were still Borrell’s subordinates inside the Ancient Castle, who had also been modified and had gained strong abilities.
But they still died one by one under the relentless attacks of those monsters, who drank their blood and ate their flesh.
Borrell seed to know he couldn’t escape, so he directly detonated the gunpowder buried beneath the courtyard of the Ancient Castle.
The gunpowder explosion broke the ground apart, and the entire Ancient Castle plunged off the cliff.
Everything was smashed to pieces; the scene dissipated like smoke, and the image disappeared here.
The scene of Corpse Mountain Blood Sea appeared again around Mu Rufeng, the sa one it first saw.
The carved figure and a host of monsters continued to feast on the flesh and blood.
In the distance, the giant monster Gulas was still leaning against a mountain peak, sound asleep.
Mu Rufeng thought for a mont, then applied the Nightmare Power to reveal the most beautiful image buried deep in the carved figure’s mory.
In an instant, the surrounding images twisted, eventually transforming into a very beautiful valley.
There were two tall mountains on either side, but the mountains were smooth, without ruggedness, and were instead all green grasslands, with occasional clusters of flowers.
This was a not-so-large village and a very typical Western-style village.
Windmills, farms, cowboys, and so on, even electricity was connected.
A seventeen or eighteen-year-old blonde girl and an unusually tall and rugged man sat by a small stream.
Around them, many cows and sheep were grazing.
“Yanis, I like you; will you be my wife?” Gulas asked nervously, looking at the blonde girl beside him.
“Gulas brother, you…what are you saying?” The previously composed Yanis’s cheeks turned extraordinarily red, unable to et Gulas’s gaze.
“Yanis, I like you; will you be my wife?” Gulas swallowed hard, steadied himself, and spoke again.
“But… but for a proposal, you need to have a ring.” The girl’s cheeks were red, and after leaving these words, she quickly ran off.
Even leaving behind her family’s grazing cows and sheep.
“Yanis, does this an you agree? I…I’ll go buy a ring right now, and then go to your house to propose!” Gulas finally realized, saw the girl run far away, and then stood up, shouting happily.
The girl, hearing Gulas’s words, ran even faster, but still turned her head to glance at Gulas.
“Don’t worry, I’ll herd your family’s cows and sheep back too.” Gulas waved his hands excitedly and happily at the girl.
The scene shifted to nightti.
The village was lively, as if a banquet was being held.
Looking closer, it turned out to be the wedding of Gulas and Yanis.
But, such joy was shattered by a troop of soldiers entering the village.
The leader, Borrell, led a group of soldiers, killed all the elderly in the village, and captured the remaining middle-aged n and won, youngsters, youth, and children back to the Ancient Castle.
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