Abigail hummed a strange song, holding the key in her hand. The banner she held as a leader was constantly raised. Behind her, a few ghouls who had entered the Hanging Gardens gathered behind her, as if in a line, constantly waving their claws, following Abigail's movements.
In the eyes of these low-level Cthulhu-esque monsters, the young girl who had been chosen by that great god, that is, Abigail, was of a much higher status than them. Therefore, their behavior would also change according to Abigail's will. It was as if in an ant colony, the lower ranks would obey the will of the higher ranks. The current Abby was not the queen ant, but she was the first under the queen.
Abby's actions, which looked like a game, even if her current state was that of a bad child, in the end, she was just a child. Compared to the other people who had been influenced by the Outer God, a child is a child, and still prefers to play.
On the other side, Semiramis, who controlled the entire Hanging Gardens, finally accurately sensed the location of the intruder. And so, the poison dragon she had summoned turned and moved quickly in the direction of the enemy. For this Empress of Assyria, her own actions were a gift. Even if her enemies drank the poisoned wine she sent, they should still be grateful. This was the arrogance of an empress.
At the same time, this Empress of Assyria naturally pulled up a magic screen in front of her, preparing to check the battle situation.
The dark green poison dragon, carrying a large amount of venom, surged forward. The ever-moving venom even directly dissolved many of the existences that had entered the Hanging Gardens into a pool of rotten flesh. Looking at the rotten flesh that was polluting the ground of her Hanging Gardens, although Semiramis felt annoyed, there was nothing she could do until everything was over and she could clean it up. After all, she also had a naive wish like that of a little girl that she was unwilling to tell others. If it were to be realized, this Hanging Gardens should still exist in her hands for a long time. Although the area here was extremely large and it was extremely troublesome to clean up, when her strength recovered, she would naturally also summon Dragon Tooth Warriors to assist her.
This was a magical beast from their myths and legends. To want to kill it was not so easy. Even for her to summon it with the help of a Command Spell was not an easy matter. At most, she could only maintain it for half a night. Fortunately, this group of enemies could not restrain their own temper and had rushed in ahead of time. Otherwise, how to defend the interior of this Hanging Gardens in the latter half of the night would also be a small problem.
"Go! Poison everything!"
A violent sound rang out directly in front of Abigail. This young girl, who had already turned into a bad child, naturally also made preparations to meet the battle. Looking at the poison gas that was gradually spreading around her, this young girl just curled her lips into a smile, her face still wearing a smile. From under her feet, a strange power spread out to the surroundings.
All the space became magnificent and dreamlike, as if the starry sky were scattered around. The fragments of glass reflected the distant, heretical dream. This was no longer the territory of the Hanging Gardens, but a domain that was difficult for ordinary people, and even for the divine beasts and magical beasts born on Earth, to touch and step into. This was the domain where the great Father slept. This was a domain for the selection of people.
Abby looked at the poison dragon with strange eyes that had rushed out, its entire body exuding poison gas. She pouted slightly. She didn't like the appearance of this magical beast before her. It looked even stranger than that cold snake. She didn't want to fight this poison dragon, but she had to. Abby held the key and gently touched her lips. She then curled her lips into a smile. Since that's the case, then let this huge and terrifying existence fall into an eternal dream.
The dream is the reality.
For it is the cradle from which the real is hatched, and also the threshold of truth that nurtures the real. I am the high priestess (adeptus) at the time of the dream's alternation, the servant of the Father God—I know the door, and you, you cannot close it, hehe...
Through the monitor, Semiramis, who was watching all of this, suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart. She felt an extremely complex and strange power and divinity from the black-purple-skinned girl. This was completely different from the divinity she had sensed and the divinity of her mother's lineage. Although she already knew that this divinity came from beyond the domain, to actually see it would still make one feel bewildered and surprised.
"Ah ah... within my womb is the Silver Key... fear the abyss of the endless dream."
The space began to expand again, and a staircase that looked like an illusion appeared under the girl's feet. The angry poison dragon was at the bottom of the staircase. A purple-black gate, tightly locked by a key and carved with strange patterns, stood here. And around that staircase, various scenes from another world were constantly floating. Whether it was the staircase, the gate, or the scenes of the other world around them, once one looked at them, one would feel fear and... a madness that came from nowhere.
And as an assassin who was proficient in magic, Semiramis, after seeing such a scene, was naturally even more affected. The more one understood these things, the more one would feel fear and madness. If an ordinary person were to just take a look and be completely mesmerized by it, their reason non-existent, then that might still be a form of happiness. The kind that, knowing it was wrong, still had to get entangled in it, was the most difficult to accept...
The first moment Semiramis saw these things, she closed the screen. At the same time, she covered her own eyes and gasped for breath, completely disregarding the golden awl in her hand that had already pierced her own cheek. Perhaps that pain could, on the contrary, help her maintain her calm. If you were to ask this assassin who was proficient in magic what she saw, she would answer that it was an abyss that absolutely could not be touched.
Just one look, and one might be pulled into that terrifying abyss. It was a bizarre, distant, and false dream. If it weren't for the fact that the blood of a god flowed in her, and that this was her territory, she was afraid she would have been completely taken in. Even though she was now constantly using her magical energy to calm herself down, the last words that the girl had spoken still echoed in her mind.
"Seventy, seven hundred steps of the dream staircase. What descends is the Dreamlands. The disastrous demonic city, the secret, severe cold wilderness, the lone peak of the foreign god, the unknown, ultimate peak! It awaits a visit in the dream. [The Distant... Dreamlands]."
In the dreamlike space where the poison dragon was, the originally tightly closed gate opened at this moment. A dazzling, seven-colored light, combined with tentacles, gushed out.
On the throne, Semiramis could be sure that the poison dragon she had summoned was more likely to be in peril than not. Even if it didn't die, it would probably be difficult for it to break free from that intoxicating abyss. This was not good news. How could she stop that girl?