The Nightmare opened the conversation box, instantly running the reading club's plan to the back of her mind, and even the sudden expansion of Miss Keroy's figure several times before takeoff couldn't interrupt her.

Compared to the tedious rituals of the noble young lady, it was the creation of the Father that truly intrigued her.

And Ethan, he too had encountered the works of the Father, even knowing a bit about the history of the Scarlet Plague!

Ethan's feedback made her enthusiasm grow higher and higher. If it were someone else, by the time she talked about the types of aberrant creations as if listing treasures, they would already see her as a pervert, but in Ethan's eyes, she didn't find disgust or disdain. This was... the joy of finding a like-minded friend!

She felt that Ethan was the one most suited to become a follower of the Father. Not everyone in organizations like Nightmare could fully appreciate the Father's art.

Most followers believed this was the Father's means of instilling fear in the world, but the Nightmare considered it a kind of cutting-edge art appreciation beyond human comprehension.

When she scrutinized the Father's creations lingering outside the abyss with this mindset, she found that the seemingly randomly combined souls and bodies actually had discernible patterns.

"Abstract art."

When Ethan proposed this idea, the Nightmare's joy was unmatched.

"You spoke well, abstract art! I didn't expect you to be an artist!"

"I just know a little."

Ethan waved his hand. He didn't dare to call himself an artist, nor did he like Old Ba's aesthetic tastes. But considering his visit, some common topics needed to be prepared between friends. He knew Old Ba was enamored with art, so he planned to cater to this interest. After all, regarding Saint Mary, he still felt he owed this old friend.

That was supposed to be the Scarlet High Priestess but became the chosen of the Goddess of Life due to certain historical reasons.

When Miss Keroy landed at the abyss's entrance, the Nightmare was still unsatisfied, she proactively introduced Ethan, "In the area outside the dungeon, a total of 67 types of creations have been recorded, 55 of which were made by the Father. But you can rest assured, once inside, just follow me closely, and these creations won't trouble you."

These Old Gods' creations are the natural defense line of the dungeon. Only believers can cross the dangerous wilderness to reach the dungeon's center, while intruders led by the Empire will face the fiercest counterattack from the Old Gods' creations.

Souls of the dead will be twisted.

No matter how many times this war repeats, intruders are destined not to break through the Old Gods' creations' defensive line.

Because their soldiers decrease every moment while the creations of the Evil God are endless.

This is a wilderness, with no proximity to the entrance.

The Nightmare murmured an incantation, and a black rift appeared in front of the two humans, one cat, and one bird, a stream of red-black energy flowing within, resembling a wound in this world.

She smiled slyly, "If you encounter such a rift without a follower accompanying you, never go inside, because it could very well be a trap."

Once they cross the plane, what awaits them will be the fiercest ambush of the Old Gods' creations.

The Nightmare walked into the rift first.

In the next moment, her smile froze on her face.

Underfoot was no longer ground but a soft and sticky sensation, flesh covered the ground, tentacles stood like walls on either side of her. In hundreds of years, she had entered and exited the abyss countless times, yet never encountered such a scene.

She seemed to be in the belly of some giant creature. Looking around, the density of the Old Gods' creations stiffened even her, an "art lover," to the point of numbness.

Could there be an issue with the incantation?

Her heart tightened, wanting to warn Ethan, but ultimately she was a step too late. As she turned, Ethan had already crossed the rift, which closed almost simultaneously.

"Don't get me wrong, this is—"

The Nightmare quickly said.

Instinctively, she wanted to explain herself, she had never conceived the notion of ambushing Ethan.

In an instant, all Old Gods' creations focused their eyes on Ethan.

The first to rush in was a twisted creation named Limb Fusion, the most common troop in war. Even the Empire's most proud knights couldn't break through the defensive line formed by them.

The Nightmare gritted her teeth, prepared for battle, yet the Limb Fusion ignored her and went straight to Ethan.

Then, in front of everyone...

It performed a backflip.

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