Fairy’s Box

dream space

In the center of the crystal green rock and the dark red vine knot, there is a magnificent palace-style building. The four sides are covered with the tops of spiral beam columns, and each beam column has a brazier on top, which sprinkles a hazy blue sky. Light.

The interior of the hall is surrounded by water, the duckweed is full, green and clear, and you can clearly see the vines intertwined in the bottom of the water. Countless vines are clustered together in the shape of a bird's nest, guarding a purple-black giant rock.

Jacqueline, no, it should be Mistertin now, standing on the edge of the bird's nest wearing a layer of veil, slender palms caressing the purple-black giant rock, and the childish sweet face is filled with the brilliance of motherhood.

wow-

With the sound of water dripping, a rickety human figure with no facial features wrapped in thick cocoons jumped into the hall, and half-knelt behind Mistertin, making a noise similar to that of a crow.

Mistertin stared at the boulder attentively, his expression suddenly indifferent, he stopped the movement of his hand, and issued a cold voice that was very inconsistent with the tender face:

"I see, let's get ready."

The hunched human figure bowed, quickly jumped out of the water, and galloped towards the outside of the hall with extremely agile steps.

After the other party left, Mistertin's leaf-like pupils shrank slightly, and the pink hair instantly turned white. He looked at the purple rock again, and his voice became soft and soft:

"My lovely child, don't worry, it's just a few bugs, my mother will give you a healthy birth."

gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Flickering ripples floated on the surface of the giant rock, as if enjoying her touch, swaying slightly, making a strange sound like bubbles breaking water.

"What an obedient good boy."

Mistertin laughed softly, his right hand suddenly pointed to the dome of the main hall, and with a harsh screeching sound, dozens of iron cages hung down from above and staggered on the relief ceiling.

A crying creature was imprisoned in the iron cage. It looked slightly humanoid and was suspended in the air like a chandelier. There were countless sharp needles hidden in the surrounding iron shackles. They tore apart these humanoids, causing them to let out tragic and mournful wailing, overlapping and overlapping like a flock of birds chirping, spreading ups and downs in the hall.

"What a wonderful movement, and soon, there will be seven more lovely caged birds."

Mistertin squinted his eyes as if listening to fairy music, and his face showed an intoxicated look. The purple-black giant rock was also more and more excited, and swayed with the rhythm, making a cooing sound.

...

In the dense sea of ​​fog, the rig slowed down slightly, carefully avoided the vines, flexibly circled and climbed, and flew at high speed among the dense obstacles.

"It doesn't seem to be dangerous." Pearson looked at the vines wandering outside, and his mood slowly calmed down.

Before he finished speaking, the drilling cabin was wiped by a vine entwined with smoke, and with a slight shake, the vine was drilled into two pieces at the same time, and Ilunci Adam glared at him on the spot:

"Do not talk nonsense."

"Understood." The assassin closed his mouth honestly.

Nannett looked at the fading thick fog, frowned and said, "This has never happened before. What does the appearance of these vines mean? Is it just a demonstration of Mistertin?"

"Let's think about it the other way around." Yale lowered his gaze, looked at the bottom of the bottomless sea of ​​fog, and said attentively, "Mistertin uses these vines to absorb the fog, which is equivalent to actively reducing radiation, what is the purpose? "

Charlene immediately thought about it, she raised her eyebrows and said, "In my case, I know that life radiation can't kill you. If you choose to actively reduce it, there must be other means."

Luya's expression became serious, her red eyes met the eyes of the black-haired knight, and she said slowly:

"As we know, the real Mistertin died a long time ago, and the current soul, compared with other things born from the corpse, is not so much a master-servant relationship as a brother relationship.

Mistertin's corpse is so powerful that it is likely to have derived something similar to that of the dead soul. It may be weaker in comparison, but there is definitely no **** and **** between them. "

Genevieve also seemed to have figured it out, his expression became more and more ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "And that ghost lowered the radiation net... does it gobble up?"

The atmosphere in the rig suddenly dropped to freezing point. As they had guessed, as the radiation power gradually decreased, in the depths of the foggy sea, a behemoth that had been dormant under the thick fog trembled and quickly regained its vitality.

It has a body that resembles a humanoid, its skin is as gray as a zombie, and it is covered with tall and bulging strong muscles. Below the elbows are a pair of giant deformed claws that occupy one-third of the body.

There is no expression on the face, no lips or nostrils, all facial muscles are directly exposed on the face, and the knife-like texture is clear.

who I am? where am i from... hungry... so hungry...

After waking up, the first consciousness of this goddess is about self-awareness, but its degraded and broken spirituality is not enough to generate self, and then it is overwhelmed by the overwhelming hunger and completely lost its reason.

If you want to eat fresh life...whether it's soul, or flesh and blood...I want to tear their flesh and taste every drop of painful and twisted sweetness in the soul...

Following his instinct, Wuming Shenxie opened his gray-white eyelids, stretched out his hand to grab the network woven by vines, and with a heavy and stiff posture, climbed into the depths of the sea of ​​​​fog.

At the same time, Ms. Eleanor's slightly heavy voice sounded in the rig:

"Kids, I have bad news here."

"Let's talk, we are mentally prepared." Iruncia's face was sinking like water, and her eyelids were not raised.

"The radiation in the sea of ​​fog is getting lower, and the evil spirits that Mistertin's remnant has corrupted into have recovered their vitality and are approaching the rig at a very fast speed."

"How strong is that thing?" Pearson asked.

"It can't be measured by a knight's rank. The quality is equivalent to a lord-level goblin, but it was suppressed from birth, underdeveloped, and its strength is less than 10%. In general, it is not difficult to slap all of you to death."

"It's such a big gap, it's a fart." Nannet shouted indignantly.

"Don't worry, you don't need to fight. Although the dead soul is powerful, it can't take control of the dream space in the past two days. As long as you can go deep into it before you are killed, I can use the remaining authority to kill this god. The sin is re-sealed."

"In other words... the safety of our lives is all in your hands?" Charlene asked coldly.

"No, no, it's all about my operation skills. Just keep your eyes open. The true level of the operation skills of the first rig in Rosevia!"

Following Ms. Eleanor's passionate tone that was almost out of tune, the rig made a sudden stop, and then immediately turned left. A beautiful arc was drawn in the sea of ​​fog, almost avoiding a huge palm that fell from the sky.