Chapter 194 The Source of Disaster, the Son of Nightmare!

"Help!"

Dr. Willy should be thankful that he did not appear in the deep seabed, but not far from the sea surface, so that he could float up quickly after being choked by a few mouthfuls of water. At the same time, his doggy-paddle swimming posture also attracted some followers.

"Woo wow!"

Some flexible figures appeared near him and quickly approached him, making loud calls.

God knows how they make sounds in the water.

Willy used all his strength to paddle his limbs, but how could his speed be compared with these natives in the sea? In the blink of an eye, he was approached to a very dangerous distance, and a scaly arm grabbed him.

I didn't expect that my genius brain would fall in this ghost place!

Willy felt desperate, but then he found that the hand seemed to shrink back.

No, it didn't shrink back, but the sea water around his body suddenly surrounded him, like an invisible big hand, pulling him quickly to the shore, so fast that it even pulled a white wave behind him!

Plop!

But in the blink of an eye, he was washed ashore by the sea and fell headfirst into the beach.

"Ugh!"

Nim hurried forward and pulled out the ostrich-like old man. Willy's head and face were full of sand. He spit a few times before turning his head to look at Nim, his expression suddenly startled: "Be careful!"

As the waves hit, several figures covered with green scales emerged from the sea and rushed towards Nim.

This is a group of monsters that are more like fishmen than Nim in every sense. Their heads are completely fish-like, with thick lips and bulging eyes, short limbs, and protruding dorsal spines on the back of the spine. They look a little hunched, but the protruding muscles under the scales show that they are not weak chickens.

Perhaps because they have been swimming in the sea, these fishmen look very strong. The first one to jump out, holding a stone spear, stabbed at Nim's chest, without any mercy because of the similar appearance of the two.

Of course, this also applies to Nim.

Crash!

Several translucent tentacles emerged from the sea water, each of which was several meters long. They flexibly and quickly wrapped all the fishmen who came ashore, and then suddenly contracted. With a sound of snapping, the screams of these fishmen suddenly stopped.

Some green liquid similar to blood dripped into the sea along the tentacles. Dr. Willy, who was digging the sand in his ears, swallowed his saliva and approached Luen calmly.

"These are Black Sea fishmen. It seems that we should not have left the Black Sea area. We may be on one of the small islands."

Nim threw the body back into the sea. Luen noticed that each of these dead fishmen had a little green light floating on their bodies and sank into Nim's body. The color was very light and almost unnoticeable without careful observation. He couldn't help but squint his eyes.

"Thank you for saving me, but I still want to ask, where is this?"

As the chief scientist of Red Gloves, Dr. Willy is well-informed. Nim's image ability can't surprise him at all. After all, compared with some eroders, Nim is still a relatively handsome one.

But Dr. Willy had never heard of such a sky, such a sea, and even some vegetation on the island. He remembered that he was not caught by Luen and went up all the way. How did he come to such a ghost place?

What kind of technology is this, space transfer, or some kind of illusion?

"This is the nightmare world."

After looking at Willy, Nim was probably curious about why an ordinary person could be involved. After thinking about it, he spoke first.

Sure enough!

Luen confirmed his guess and suddenly felt excited, but Dr. Willy was more excited than him.

This old man who looked like he was in his fifties or sixties jumped three feet high, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and his mouth was wide open as if he could swallow two fists.

"What did you say, this is the nightmare world?!!"

He stared around with his eyes wide open, his lips trembling, and suddenly leaned over to grab a handful of gravel, letting it slip through his fingers, with an indescribably complicated expression.

But in general, Luen felt more joy than horror from Willy's tone, muttering to himself: "Why did we come in, how did we get in, Night Watchman, no, Son of Nightmare, who is the Son of Nightmare?"

He turned his head suddenly to look at the two people, and finally fell on Nim, as if he remembered something: "Yes, I remember, they said they found new traces of Night Watchman, it was you?"

"How did you do it, bring us in, can you um!"

Several blood-red ribbons emerged, tying Willy like a dumpling, especially blocking his mouth tightly, Luen touched his chin, "Don't worry about him, let's continue chatting, I'm very interested in this world."

Nim glanced at Luen and was silent for a moment: "I hope you can still have such interest after listening."

Nim's experience after leaving Lucas was very exciting, and he could completely serve as the protagonist of a novel, but Luen didn't want to hear this. He wanted to know the reason why many forces were chasing Nim. If there was no benefit, those forces would not chase him.

All of this may have to start with the Night Watchman.

In the mouth of the Red Gloves, he is the Night Watchman, but in fact, different forces have completely different names for him: Son of Nightmare, Source of Disaster, Destroyer, Apostle of Doom, Moving Coordinates

These are all him. Since Nim was able to enter the Nightmare World, he has embarked on a nearly destined path.

He was not born to save the world, but to destroy it.

As he thought before, he was the chosen one, but it was not his world that chose him, but the nightmare world!

When we step on the ground, look up at the stars, and wantonly transform the world according to our likes and dislikes, do we occasionally think that the world we live in is also a life form that is difficult for us to understand?

Do they have their own consciousness, will they contact each other, communicate with each other, or even fight each other?

No one knows this, and most people will not even consider this unfounded problem. Compared with the whole world, humans who claim to be the spirit of all things are still insignificant, whether in life span or strength.

But Nim can tell Luen with certainty that the world will also fight each other.

The war between them may last for a very long time for humans, and it may not even be detected from a certain time period.

In this unknown struggle, Nim undoubtedly bears a more important responsibility, or mission.

Because he is a coordinate, a coordinate that projects power to the world he is in through his existence!

To this world, he is the source of disaster, betrayer, and destroyer, but to the nightmare world, he is truly a child of destiny.

Son of Nightmare!