Release that Witch

......

She made a long dream.

In the dream, countless people wearing white coats and masks surrounded her, and they were busy with sweat.

Judging from their stunned and dignified look, it seems to be dealing with a very difficult thing.

By the way, I was seriously injured before, and I have already fallen into dying. Is this perhaps the self-comfort of the brain?

She knows how bad her condition is. Under normal circumstances, the medical staff will turn to the head and ask for the aftermath, without spending energy to do nothing.

Although she believes that Roland is the one who created the world, she is equally aware that the gods are not omnipotent or they will not let God find opportunities.

And she insisted on the end of the other party's request, it is also a matter of conscience.

Realizing that I am dreaming is a wonderful feeling. It is like being soaked in warm soft light. The pain is all gone. People talk as if they are coming from far away. It is also more blurred and drowsy.

Gradually, the scene merges with other fragments in memory.

The gray sky above the head turned into a white, shadowless lamp.

When the doctors were busy, they left one by one. She "seen" that she was picked up by the medical staff and then sent to a pair of men and women. The two kissed her and showed a happy smile on her face.

Then she crawled and grew up a little.

Walking the lantern... She realized that this might be the last flashback of the brain. The strange thing is that the memory fragments that I couldn’t think of before, and only a few extremely vague impressions, are completely reproduced in the dream.

She saw her childhood home, the backyard with sheets and the family.

It turned out that the place where she lived at that time was like this.

Lying in the arms of her family, she closed her eyes with satisfaction.

When she was completely blinded by her sleepiness, there was a whisper of love on her head.

"You said... What is the name of the child?"

"If you don't, it's called Fiji."

......

After a long time, Fiji slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the familiar ward ceiling, her thoughts were blank for a while before I reacted.

Wait, myself... is this still alive?

She tried to feel the whole body, but found that her hands and feet all responded to her will, not only that, there was no lag between consciousness and movement, as if they had never been hurt.

Fiji was surprised to raise his right hand to the front. Although the whole arm was covered with bandages, from the outline, it was no problem to use it as it was. Before this hand was clearly hit into several breaks, even the bones were broken into the flesh, and it was impossible to restore the original by conventional means.

She couldn't help but burst into laughter.

That guy... I really did it.

At that time, I actually vowed to say "because I am a god". Didn't he notice that his age is not suitable for such a line?

"Hey...the master..." At this moment, a whisper of a near nightmare came from the ear.

The Fijian language turned over and found that the little girl with white hair on the side of the bed was not someone else. It was another "world creator" in the mouth of God. She put her hands on her head and seemed to be still asleep, but from the slightly melancholy eyebrows of the other side, I was afraid that she was always at the bedside during her coma.

Fiji smiled and sneaked out of bed, plunged the radish into the bed, and then walked out of the ward with a light hand.

In the lounge area of ​​the corridor, she saw Roland, Vakiris, and many martial arts counterparts.

Seeing her appear, there was a commotion in the crowd, and many people came around and asked her about her situation. But she passed straight and strode to Roland and grabbed his hand. "Go, it's time to do business."

Roland instantly felt dozens of scorching eyes on himself, "Oh... right thing?"

"It is too convincing that one person declares that he is a creation god. But if you add a genius martial artist, the effect may be very different. Is this not your exchange condition?" She raised her eyebrow and smiled. "You I fulfilled my promise, and it’s my turn."

"You are like this?" Roland asked in surprise.

At this moment, Fiji was still wearing a striped shirt of a hospital patient. The bandage was wrapped around his ankle from the ankle to the neck. Only his head was exposed, and the bag was like a donkey.

She took Roland and walked toward the corridor. "Of course, this is more convincing, isn't it?"

......

In the conference hall of the sanatorium, the prism city is sitting around in a circle, and the complex looks at the report of Fiji.

"The enemy at that time and the demon have a distinct difference. It not only has incredible power, but it is also hard to be fatally hurt, even if I push the power of nature to the limit. According to it, only the world Creators and gods can destroy their core."

"The facts also prove this. I have hit its head disk many times, but the other side is unscathed. If it wasn't for Roland's arrival in time, then the thing is probably irreparable. The enemy calls itself Delta, from erosion, is the god. The messenger. If it is one of the murderers of the Prism City, it is entirely inferable that its associates have similar characteristics. There is no doubt that our world is in great danger."

This statement has made a rumor in the field.

The demon person is not afraid of the martial arts, only the martial arts can kill it. But now suddenly there is a god-in-law, and even if the power of nature is not effective, does it mean that it has no rival at all?

If it is said by other martial arts, everyone is still skeptical about the ability problem, but it will not be questioned by Fiji.

An invincible enemy is just chilling when you think about it.

Not to mention that there are still a few "God".

"I am very glad that you are finally fine, and I am glad that Mr. Roland is standing on the side of the association." After the stone was indulged for a while, he first said. "Actually, from the information collected from the scene, the enemy does have the power we cannot understand. The defeated one must also be the martial artist who is present. With the description of all parties, we have reason to believe that it is the hunter Roland who defeated the enemy of erosion. In addition, he can rescue you from unimaginable serious injuries, and there must be extraordinary means, but... By the enemy's words and words, he is considered to be the world creator, will this be a bit... too sloppy? ”

"I agree. After all, this concept can be big or small. If the world is created by some people, where are these people before it appears?"

"It's ridiculous, our world should be born from the big bang of the universe!"

"If this is the judgment of Miss Fiji Han, I would like to believe it. Everyone has seen her injury. It can't be overstated by the return of life. It is basically a day and night to recover, except who can do it. at this point?"

"Don't forget that the enemy of erosion also claims to be God! If both are gods, who is it?"

The high-level officials have been talking about it for a while, although they deliberately lowered the volume, but all of them are martial artists with good strengths, and they can still clearly hear each other's conversations, and the voices questioned account for the majority.

"First of all, you made a mistake." Fiji Han interrupted everyone's argument. "I didn't think that Roland was the creator of the world because of this battle, but I doubted it earlier, but it was confirmed in the battle. As for the specific complexity, I will not do more here. I know that this sounds unbelievable, but everyone seems to ignore it. The founder is by my side. If he can come up with decisive evidence, this will naturally happen. Conclusion?"

Roland couldn't help but touch his forehead. He knew that this was not an easy thing to believe, so he didn't plan to disclose it to the association at first. However, since he has already reached this step, how can he cooperate with the next person to do his best to help him declare his identity.

"I don't know if the association still has the core of the fallen nature of power?" Roland looked to guard the rock.

"Most of the cores were taken away by the enemy in the fall of Prism City. The rest were only a few of the results of the recent hunting." The meteorite nodded. "They are now being taken care of by me."

"Then take the core out," he said slowly. "It's time to let the imprisoned magic return to the world."