Seeing this, Dane cast a spell of concealment on himself, then retreated to the side to watch the show.
After the magic took effect, those wizards shifted their gaze.
But the leading wizard suddenly felt a bit strange, always feeling as if they had forgotten something just now… Gabriel was not affected by the magic. She stared at Dane, as if questioning why he had hidden to the side.
But soon, the show Dane wanted to see began.
The black-robed mages pulled back their hoods, revealing pale foreheads tattooed with a circle of inverted crosses, as if a zipper could open their brains.
Their dark circles under their eyes and faces so thin that their cheekbones protruded made them look like skeleton demons from a horror movie.
But Gabriel was unafraid. She simply frowned: "Who exactly are you?"
The black-robed mage did not answer. He took out a shimmering silver censer from his embrace, bound by a thin silver chain wrapped around his ~ withered arm.
This was some kind of magical artifact.
Behind him, several Black Wizards, similarly dressed in black robes, began to chant incantations.
Amidst the chanting, wisps of grey smoke flew out from the small censer, drifting with the wind towards Gabriel.
Gabriel did not flee; she could not escape.
Nor did she ask Dane for help, as she did not trust this man she had only just met.
She turned and knelt before the cross; in the moonlight, her silhouette was sacred and noble, but she had long since lost her wings.
The grey smoke enveloped her like darkness.
The "Lord" did not respond to her prayers, as if having completely abandoned her.
Compared to the impending crisis, the pain of being ignored by someone she loved caused her more heartache.
The grey smoke completely shrouded Gabriel, then suddenly contracted; the smoke dispersed, and Gabriel was nowhere to be seen.
Dane noticed a few clues; she had been banished.
These Black Wizards were clearly sent by the Church, but the Church was not foolish; they certainly wouldn't assassinate an Angel.
Doing so would be tantamount to helping her ascend to heaven, giving her the opportunity to accuse them before God.
They only wished for Gabriel to disappear, preferably to a place that was neither the Human World nor Heaven.
Dane didn't know what that place was, but he would soon find out.
So he dispelled his magic and stepped out from the shadows.
When his figure appeared before the Black Wizards, the leading Black Wizard instantly realized what he had just forgotten.
He couldn't help but point at Dane: "You…"
Dane had no time for pleasantries with them; he waved his hand, and lightning obediently transformed into fine threads that pierced the skulls of several Black Wizards, completely incinerating their brains in the blink of an eye.
He crooked his finger, and the Black Wizards' souls easily detached from their bodies, flying into his palm.
He used the abilities he had gained from Death to manipulate the souls in his hand at will, viewing their past memories as if flipping through a book.
It didn't take long before he quickly discovered memories related to Gabriel.
"The Dream Realm, they actually banished Gabriel to the Dream Realm, and specifically to the territory of Nightmares."
The Dream Realm is the Dream World established by Morpheus.
There, he and his subjects jointly govern this World, managing the dreams of countless living beings in the Universe.
It can be said that the spatial breadth and depth of the Dream Realm are far greater than that of the entire Universe.
Moreover, in the World of dreams, people cannot die, which means unless Gabriel herself gives up her life, she can only find Morpheus to escape the dream.
But the former has now lost all his power and is striving to find his artifacts, so Gabriel would have no way of finding him.
And the latter is tantamount to suicide; once she does that, she can never hope to return to Heaven.
So, this was a well-played scheme; by throwing Gabriel into this World, the Church in the Real World could truly rest easy.
However, they didn't expect a Dane to be here to disrupt their plans.
Dane picked up the censer the Black Wizard had used and found its usage method in the opponent's memories.
As a God of magic, his learning ability was extremely high; in the blink of an eye, he learned the incantation, uttered a phrase, and activated the magic.
He closed and opened his eyes, and the World before him had already changed.
He looked up and saw countless marine creatures of various shapes swimming; the sky seemed to have transformed into the deep Seabed.
Stars rotated and encircled each other, forming a vortex, like Van Gogh's "The Starry Night."
He looked down at the ground, which was a vast expanse of fine white sand; looking into the distance, this dune stretched endlessly.
He bent down and picked up a pinch, finding it to be transparent and very light; with a gust of wind, it quietly flew away.
This should be the dream of marine creatures.
Dane saw no other life forms here besides marine creatures; he gazed up at the sky, and suddenly, a blue whale swam down from above.
Its large, dark eyes looked at Dane with curiosity.
Dane lightly leaped, flying up into the sky alongside it; it seemed very happy, sinking its body downwards, then carrying Dane upwards.
According to the setting of the Dream Realm, each different dream zone should have a Dream Lord, who can also be considered a "Little Dream God" under the Dream Lord.
Dane wanted to see if he could find this fellow, and then seize control of his dream.
However, as mentioned before, the World of dreams is vast, and without coordinates and permissions, it would be difficult for him to find the Dream Lord of this place.
Moreover, he realized a problem: Morpheus, who had not regained his power, clearly did not possess the ability to manage the entire dream.
So these Dream Lords might very well be busy vying for power, and not necessarily in their own territories!
He remembered that in "The Dream Lord," several Dream Lords had indeed escaped, and Nightmare was one of them.
This might be good news; at least Gabriel should be safe for now.
As the blue whale carried him aimlessly, he saw a small Shadow in front, which looked like a person.
He was very curious; would humans appear in the dreams of marine creatures?
So he had the blue whale swim in that direction; as he got closer, he realized it was an Atlantean.
Strictly speaking, it should be half Atlantean, as his father was a normal human.
Arthur Curry, son of Queen Atlanna of the Seabed Kingdom and Thomas Curry, the lighthouse Guardian of Amnesty Bay, the future Aquaman.
He looked to be over twenty years old, with a burgeoning beard and flowing long hair that drifted casually like seaweed in Water.
He floated there blankly, his eyes staring lifelessly at the sky.
He didn't expect him to appear in the dream of marine creatures; Dane had the blue whale approach and then carried Aquaman onto its back.
Feeling the touch on his back, Arthur suddenly woke up and, turning his head, saw a man he didn't recognize at all.
"Who are you?"
He asked first, but then quickly answered himself.
"Wait, I think I've seen you, you're Shazam!" Arthur was also a young man, so of course he had his Kuaishou account.
Superheroes were a hot topic recently, not to mention Shazam was ranked first.
It would be truly bizarre if he didn't recognize him.
But Arthur wasn't a star-struck fan; instead, he was quite disappointed: "Why isn't it Wonder Woman…"
Good gracious, do you know who you're pining for?
Dane decided to give him a hint: "Wonder Woman is my girlfriend; she won't appear in your dreams, give up!"
Upon hearing the word "dream," Arthur's body became ethereal for a moment; he seemed about to wake up.
But Dane didn't let him return to reality; he took out the small censer and blew a puff of smoke at Arthur's face.
He woke up, but was still in the dream.
"I… what happened to me?"
After waking up, most people find it difficult to remember what happened in a dream, so Arthur was still a bit disoriented when he first woke.
However, since he hadn't left the dream, he quickly recalled.
"Right! You! But I'm already awake!"
Dane smiled at him, then pointed at the bizarre surroundings: "Welcome to the World of dreams, Arthur Curry."
Slap—!
Arthur slapped himself hard across the face; it hurt, and the slap almost made his face swell.
But the dream didn't end, making him even more confused.
"The World of dreams?"
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