Torture Officer Xiao Jie Just Wants to Fish

Even being chosen as a scapegoat by the other party, he didn't have any thoughts of going to the other party to fight for his life.

Because, the fear branded in her heart that day was a hundred times simpler and more brutal than the one shared by Julie and Lalia.

She is afraid of death.

She felt that the old man was so powerful that she could compete against it.

It was an instinctive fear.

Simple and rude, but extremely strong.

Even in countless nights, Joan blamed herself [-] times for this, and cursed her cowardice [-] times...

But when she faced the old man again, she still... couldn't raise the fighting spirit to resist.

Especially after seeing the opponent's more and more "means" other than his own strength.

Joan's fear grew deeper and deeper.

She looked at this scene and lowered her head.

This is something she had expected.

The one that can scare oneself to the extreme...

What else could there be?

Yi also had expectations about what he would see.

It's just that she didn't move at this time.

Sitting on the altar, Yi, whom Rose thought should have no fear and easily passed the first round of trials, was sitting motionless on the altar at this moment.

She admits that she still somewhat underestimated the remains of ancient civilizations.

This "Trial of Courage" is also much more difficult than the "Trial of Delusion".

Because some fears are invisible and constantly cut by swords.

She had already realized what was waiting for her outside the door of this gloomy room.

But she didn't have the courage to look at it for a while.

It wasn't until a while later that Yi slowly stood up.

"We still have to face it... this kind of thing..."

Holding the sword in her arms tightly, she walked towards the door full of distorted symbols.

Then...

She pushed open the door.

What came into view was a strange scene.

The wood on the skewer is screaming, the horse with tentacles is running, the colorful flames are constantly turning into feathers and bones, the armless right hand is making strange gestures in the sky, and the sea with huge pineapples grows The shark with the head of a rabbit is swimming, and the island formed by the huge tongue sticking out of the sea...

In this crumbling world, on the island of the tongue, Yi saw herself.

She was carrying her long sword on her back, with a white cloth wrapped around her forearm, and a look of despair appeared in her eyes.

In her arms, she held a young girl who was soaked with blood.

"elder sister……"

The girl murmured.

Under her skin, the magic power and soul are stirring chaotically, as if they are about to merge with this world.

The blood dripping on the ground turned into an incomprehensible shape, and the body and soul were collapsing little by little.

And all this, Yi can do nothing.

"My sister is here... my sister is here, let's go home right away... everything will be fine when we go back to Qingquan Palace."

She could only comfort the girl in her arms with pale words over and over again.

This was the most frightening experience in her life.

Even if he killed all the cultists, he couldn't stop his close relatives who were pulled into the alien plane from "collapsing" little by little.

However, perhaps Rose was right, and Yi really had no fear.

Because it's more than fear...

More, it is despair.

463 It's You

"Everyone's past is really... tragic enough."

In Rose's room, seeing the situation of the girls, she couldn't help but sighed.

Although I already knew it during the soul trial, everyone present has a more or less unbearable past...

But she really didn't expect that all these unbearables became more and more explosive.

The one who killed his own mother, the one who worked for the extermination enemy, the one whose own sister was violently bombarded by another plane...

In contrast, Julie is indeed the most mediocre, she still does not forget her original intention, and the thing she fears the most is the fear of being separated from her seniors.

But Rose's act of watching was quickly urged by the "core".

"Your Excellency the Consul, it's time for you to enter the second round of trials."

The originally emotionless magical synthetic voice revealed a hint of helplessness.

When Rose heard the urging, she showed a somewhat embarrassed smile.

"That's right...it's my turn."

"I forgot all about it!"

As she said this, she sighed silently in her heart, and stood up from the side of the bed by the window.

Rose naturally didn't forget that she was also undergoing trials.

It's just that she really doesn't want to face what's going to happen next.

Under the reminder of the "core", Rose finally recalled where she had seen this room before.

This was the "guest room" of her home in the succubus territory when she was in the abyss.

Although it is called a guest room in name, it is self-evident what the "guest room" of the Succubus is used for most of the time.

Fortunately, as the succubus queen, my mother has quite good taste, so she rarely spends time in this room.

Needless to say, I am a different kind of succubus who guards his body like a jade.

And his eldest sister actually didn't use this room very much.

Because in Rose's memory, she usually only comes back once every two or three years.

Growing up to this age, most of the time my sister lived among letters and various objects.

According to my mother, this "worry-free and unfilial daughter" seems to be wandering in different planes, looking for something.

But even so, just a few times of getting along with her still made Rose feel afraid of her sister.

Rose knew very well that the door of the "guest room" led to the corridor connecting her and her sister's bedroom.

With a high probability, the elder sister who "tested" himself once in the soul trial will appear again in the form of memory in the "courage trial".

"Well, it's all my memory, and it's all fake."

Rose thought so, and then...

Pushing open the heavy wooden door of his guest room.

The wooden door made a "squeak" sound, revealing the corridor decorated like a high-end club.

There are ambiguous red carpets and orange-red wall lamps, and several charming paintings are hung on the walls covered with golden wallpaper.

Rose walked through the long corridor and found that the doors on both sides were closed tightly.

Only at the end of the corridor, the door of his own room was ajar.

Inside revealed a cool white light.

But the door of the sister's room on the opposite side was still locked.

Although his mother is the queen of the Succubus, she did not give each of her two children a palace.

Even she herself lived in a small manor.

However, although my elder sister's room is not open, there is a high probability that the occasion of this memory will happen in my room...

However, Rose did not feel the slightest relaxation.

Because my elder sister spends a lot of time in her room.

She stood in front of her room door, looked at the "Roslinda's room" posted on the half-closed room door and the "No one is allowed to enter! Knock on business!" on the supplementary post below, Some nervous.

Although, there is also a space that I have lived in for more than ten years and directly belongs to myself.

But when she thought that her old sister might be inside, Rose didn't feel safe at all.

Finally, after a moment's hesitation, she opened the half-closed door fully.

What caught my eye was the furnishings of my room.

There is a huge princess bed in the spacious room, but the curtains and the like have been removed by Rose.

Because she doesn't need such a large space to sleep at all, some books and snacks are piled up on the bed and the right side.

Books range from professional papers and classics such as "Introduction to Space Magic" to entertaining magazine novels and picture books such as "Sig Pictorial".

But most of them come from the main plane.

At the head of the bed was a small, funny little dog doll, chubby and poorly sewn, but Rose put it solemnly beside the pillow.

In the wardrobe next to the bed, the clothes were divided into two piles.

A pile of traditional succubi costumes such as leather jackets and tulle were neatly stacked. Judging from the degree of brand newness, it was clear that Rose had never worn it once.

The other pile is some clothes that obviously don't belong to this era, solid-colored T-shirts, sweaters and soft dark-colored pants, stacked a little messy, obviously what Rose often wears.