It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Ulysses Philip leaped from the top of the stone house, kneeling to relieve himself.

"But it is not a completely false illusion. During the period of your struggle, I have verified my conjecture and gained some interesting memories. These are all from your real past. Do you have any impression of this house?"

Philip knocked lightly on the door, then reached out and pushed it open and walked in.

Ella glanced quickly, her pupils shrinking slightly,

"......inferior."

On both sides of the cobblestone path, there are blooming daffodils, and a translucent red viscous liquid seeps out from the crack in the door, flowing and spreading in the cracks in the stones.

This is indeed what she has seen with her own eyes, and it is one of the most unforgettable sights in her life.

The man returned from the depths of the room and dragged out a human-shaped thing. It was Professor Anderson whose heart and head grew on a strange plant, like a strangely shaped red translucent coral.

"Ella, do you remember this man?"

Ayla looked away and looked at the ground, but the magic did not cause turmoil.

Philip grabbed Anderson's thinning hair, easily removed his head, and held it up in his left hand.

"And you, Anderson, don't you have anything to say to the students?"

Anderson's head opened his dark mouth, and his cloudy eyeballs turned a few times before facing Ella's direction.

"Williams? You've grown so big...I remember you as a little girl who's not as tall as a lectern."

Ella felt her nose sour, but she quickly suppressed her emotions, letting the indifference brought about by the ceremony take over most of her emotions.

"It seems that you have become a qualified executor, and you are worthy of Howard's student...Professor Philip, all I have to say is this. We are guardians, and that is the ending that suits me, not to mention killing Mine is Kleist and not some student."

Anderson's head grinned widely, and he bit Phillip's fingers covered in white gloves with his teeth that had mostly fallen off, leaving several black teeth marks!

Philip shook his head and threw the head away casually. He shrugged and sighed,

"It's really boring. I thought I could see more interesting pictures, but even in the hallucination, Kraft's people are Kraft's people after all. Don't you people really have a heart? Even if you see the people you used to Teacher, don't you feel guilty at all?"

Ella stared straight ahead, expressionless, and did not answer.

"Let's switch to something else."

Philip grabbed the air around him casually, and made an upward motion like lifting a curtain.

The surrounding environment changed and turned into Henry's textile factory, and the familiar faces of Ella melted in the translucent body of Shoggoth, like candles under high temperature.

"What about you? Do you have anything to say?"

Philip drew the slender sword from his cane and threw the Shoggoth's belly away.A large number of human bodies mixed with stench and hot air slid out along the disgusting gastric juice, they entangled and stuck together without distinguishing each other, howling in pain.

"It hurts..."

"I don't want to die!"

"Why, why... Only you are alive..."

"..."

Someone who was still barely identifiable as a woman grabbed Ella's ankle.

"May I ask you, Ella, to take care of George and Maykle... take care of my children."

Before Ella could respond, Philip lifted the curtain again, and it turned into the bell tower of the White Church in the snowstorm. Two young children fell to the ground clinging to each other. Their bodies were stiff and their faces were pale. He stopped breathing.

But Philip clapped his hands and asked them to open their eyes again, which were cloudy and lifeless, the pupils of the dead.

"Is it sister Ella?"

"We have an appointment to go to a town in Scotland together."

"Let's build a snowman together!"

Ella was silent.

Philip stood in front of her, bent down, carefully observing the possible changes in the girl,

After a long time, Ella took a deep breath and said,

"......sorry."

In the end, there were no gaps or flaws in her magic power and spirit, and the girl looked determined, still maintaining the seal with all her strength.

Philip shook his head, seemingly helpless. He grabbed the air around him again and tried to shake it a few times, but there was only disordered darkness behind the curtain.

He froze for a moment, and let go of his hand.

"That's it? At least give me some interesting reactions?...You are such a cold and heartless girl. I'm really curious what Kraft's education has become in these years."

Ella seemed to be a little self-deprecating answer,

"It has nothing to do with that, maybe it's just my nature..."

"—But I will definitely stop you here. Only in this way can another tragedy be avoided. This is for the people who died, and for those who still want to live."

Ayla counted the time. A full hour had passed since the alarm was issued, and the seal gradually stabilized under her magic power. She was able to win the game and buy time to wait for other executors.

"is it?"

Philip was dejected, and his figure seemed to be a little bent. He sat on the ground of the bell tower of the White Church, and suddenly smiled,

"But you already lost, didn't you—"

At this moment, a pair of invisible hands suddenly grabbed the girl's throat, slowly tightening.

The phantom begins to crumble, revealing the original form of the top of Mount Tambora.

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Amway Suifeng's "His Royal Highness The Demon King Reincarnated Princess", I am tired of watching the more tense development recently, you might as well relax (

Chapter 59 The Inescapable Nightmare

In the chaotic band of light produced by the collapse of the phantom, an extremely familiar figure was outlined in front of Ella!

It was someone who had been with him day and night for more than five years, and Ella could recognize the person only by the blurred outline in the darkness——

That's Ling, Ling Mephisto.

Ling's arms were completely covered with dark gray feathers, and the tips of her fingers were slowly transforming into sharp claws. Her eyes were dull and dull, like citrine covered in dust, losing the original luster and luster of its owner. will.

Ling fanned the wide wings, and a powerful thrust came from the ground, scattering the light spots and flames flying around.

Ella only had time to throw out an old seal, and she was dragged into the sky!

The dark blue water lines kept trembling, and the sharp claws tightened and pierced the skin of the girl's neck. A small amount of blood fell from the air and disappeared under the high temperature.

"Ling!"

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Ling guarded Ella, and the "ancestor" spell gave her a very powerful physical strength in a short period of time. Just the storm raised by the wings can swing away endless burning spots.

She turned her gaze to the crater, where the chains covered with snow and gray flames were rapidly forming, and they made up the last gap in the seal.

Ella can do it.

Ling was sure of this, and her friends would definitely be able to support them until the executors arrived.

And what I need to do now is to ensure her safety, which is no different from five years ago.

Ling swept the flames away to focus on Ulysses Phillips.

The power in the blood is restless, the degree of animalization is deepening, and he is infinitely tending to lose control, but at the same time, the power has reached the height of what he has never done before.

No matter what interference that man makes,

I will definitely stop him——

The chaotic lights and shadows appeared in front of Ling's eyes, and they were all scenes of deja vu.

She didn't panic, her spiritual vision was several times stronger than before, and Ling could still confirm the location of Ella, the seal of the volcano.

She noticed something appearing behind her, and the edges of several feathers became like steel knives, shooting out silently!

"It's really dangerous."

Phillip's voice came from behind her.

Ling first swooped forward for a certain distance, and turned his body in the process, in order to avoid possible attacks behind him.

Philip came into view, Ling's feather pinned a few feet to the right of his head.

This place seems to be a certain clinic, the feather penetrated the glass jar filled with medicine solution, and the light yellow medicine solution flowed out along the cracks, wetting the wooden floor.

Ling couldn't help frowning. This familiar environment made her feel a little disgusted, and the position where Philip was standing deviated too much from the position she judged from her breath.

"Don't be so nervous, I will not violate my own rules of the game - attack you directly, but your attack has obvious killing intent... What if I die, this may cause the seal to fail Bar?"

"Ayla's almost done it, now you're redundant."

"It makes sense... What do you think of this doctor?"

He pointed to Ling's left, where there seemed to be another person.

Ling turned his head in the direction of his finger, and Lawrence appeared in the hall holding on to the handrail of the wooden ladder.

"I'm okay with that, but you guys broke my—"

Dr. Lawrence's words were only halfway through, and Ling quickly lifted the left wing. The sharp edge of the gray wing cut off half of his head, blood splashed all over the wall, the man's body shook weakly a few times, and then fell to the ground. Falling to the ground, a disgusting substance mixed with blood flowed out.

Ling withdrew his gaze, expressionless,

"A boring hallucination."

Philip smiled and shook his head.

"At least listen to what he has to say?"

Ling sneered, shaking his wings to shake off the blood.

"I don't have the patience, and I don't mind killing him one more time."

"What a terrible girl. I'm curious about the reason why you are so decisive. Is it because this place is just an illusion, or is it because you are used to killing?"

Ulysses Philip stretched out his cane, and the space wrinkled as the cane swiped, and then was lifted like a curtain.