Release that Witch

"What's so weird," Wajilis said coldly. "Do you think anyone can have the ability to enter the depths of consciousness? Or... you are actually proud of imprisoning a Maharaja?"

Obviously, even in an absolutely unfavorable situation, the other party did not abandon his pride. Roland even had a hunch. If he bullied too much, the other party would probably rush to the witch to rush to death.

However, this reply really made him feel surprised to ask for the title, but it was mentioned casually. After all, the high-level devils mostly have their own unique title, and the promotion of the ceremony in the city of the Devil is not a nameless generation. Only he did not expect that the origin of this devil is more complicated than he imagined.

Roland originally thought that Wakiris was an accidental escape from the memory fragments, but now there is one more possibility: the other party may come from the real world!

The title of Nightmare first appeared in the instrument of Erskuk. Saying hello to it proves that it is not a historical figure, but is still active in the top of the devil. In addition, the memory fragment was repeatedly watched by Roland several times. During this period, I did not hear the name that corresponds to the Maharaja. If the devil language learned from Cabradabi is correct, it means the host at that time. Not yet promoted to Maharaja.

Combined with its own "actively deep into the conscious world" and the analysis of the Northland Pearl's frontline situation, Roland has become more inclined to the latter answer!

In other words, the Wakiris sitting across from him is at least a long history of eight hundred years, and the strength and insight are the rarities of the devil. If you count the obvious reaction to the cockroach, this time can be pushed farther! The value of such a conversation is far greater than a soul re-enacted from the memory fragments, even if it does not say anything, it is equivalent to erasing a majestic devil for the front line, this is already significant. Now!

"I have to correct your statement. First of all, I have not imprisoned you. At least now, you are free." Roland pretended to be calm and convinced. "Second, breaking into the dream world is your subjective behavior. I don't think this. There is my mistake inside."

"..." Wajilis said in a moment, after a long time, he was sullen and vomiting. "Do you call this a dream world?"

Pride makes it unbearable for any humiliation, but it also makes it impossible to make obvious and unreasonable arguments. This silence has confirmed the origin of the nightmare: it really came to this place through the conscious community.

"Because every time I fall asleep, I will enter here. In a sense, it is no different from dreaming."

"The ridiculous!" Wajilis whispered. In the field of pioneering consciousness, this kind of thing not only requires talent, but also requires a highly concentrated spirit and a steel-like will, so that it will not be lost in the magic sea. As a result, this unmagic male can do as long as he sleeps and sleeps. It’s too unfair!

"Hello, this is something you ordered, please enjoy it slowly." At this time the waiter brought the meal up, and the various pastries and drinks quickly filled the table and looked quite delicious.

"That's the truth." After the waiter left, Roland applauded. "As I said before, frankness is good for each other. I won't lie to you on this kind of thing. Not to mention the above is not the point. The focus is on the truth of the battle of divine war...and the future of the respective ethnic group." He picked up the chopsticks and made a gesture of asking, "We can talk while eating."

Wakiris once again confirmed that this male is different from all the human beings he has seen before. This kind of big event involving ethnic continuity has a reason to eat and talk. If you change to other normal people, I am afraid that it will be serious and serious. But he is not like deliberately teasing himself, as if for him, doing this is a normal thing.

It picked up the cup of turbid peninsula coffee and took a sip on his lips.

Suddenly the soft touch of the slid across the throat.

Actually... it’s really good.

I don't know why, it suddenly has a feeling of losing.

No, you must take the initiative! Wakiris forced himself to drop the cup and asked in a deep voice, "Where did you hear from it, is the battle of God not the ultimate battle?"

Roland put a picture of the cockroach from the wallet and put it on the table. "You have seen her, isn't it?"

Due to the appearance of a sly portrait in the "image material" left by the reflection church, it was estimated that it was earlier than the establishment of the association. Therefore, he deliberately made the spirit look like a scorpion, and wanted to see if the devil in the memory fragment would reaction. Despite the facts and expectations, Shakiris’s shock at the time showed that it did see the woman.

After a while, the monk of the nightmare nodded. "Who is she?"

"The **** of betrayal." Roland slowly told the secret talk in the Rose Cafe.

After listening to this incredible words, Rao Wajilis was also stunned. "Is it... the gods mentioned by my mentor are referring to her?"

"tutor?"

"The Thousand Shapes" Sistallis, which taught me a lot of knowledge..." After a moment of hesitation, Wakiris said the past of the Yunxiao School. "The failure of its promotion also caused the stormy school to lose its last." An umbrella. ”

"It turned out to be... this is the case..." Roland suddenly realized that the intelligence of the two ethnic groups had been integrated for the first time in history. He felt that the missing piece in his mind finally showed its original shape.

"Your Majesty, what do you think of?" Felice asked.

"Do you remember the portraits hanging on the wall at the meeting of the three kings vows?" Roland took a deep breath. "I am afraid that the person in the painting at that time is the high-order devil called Sistallis." ""

"what did you say?"

“The Federation will enshrine the portrait of the devil?”

"How is this possible?" The Tachila witches showed an unbelievable look.

"If you follow the influence of the Yunxiao School in the first battle of the gods, it will not be strange to see such a situation. Since the devil in the school can become a Maharajah, there are always witches or ordinary people from the school. I guess Sistallis had doubts about the battle of God before he died, right?"

This kind of claim is equivalent to standing on the side of human beings in the eyes of some people.

"...I can't deny this," Wajilis closed her eyes. "It has had a dispute with the king of today, but the wave of war is not blocked by one or two people."

"The same is true for humans." Roland calmly said, "A cloud school that has been disintegrated can only be remembered at most, and until the second war of the gods breaks out, even this memory no longer exists. That history does not exist. Any paper has been passed on until now, in all likelihood, three seats ruined all the records and the devil's coexistence in the past will make people feel lucky, especially when the situation is unfavorable, it will only weaken the determination of human resistance, so the cloud school Must be forgotten as a stain!"