The witch ladies want me to confess my love

Fourier's prompt came a little late, and Heizhen's flag penetrated the heart of the chain.Aweici's spirit body collapsed, and the huge magic power fell like black mud. In an instant, the girl's figure was swallowed up.

The dark wizard laughed wildly. This was the human comedy he was looking forward to. This was the "Thunderstorm" he was looking forward to. This was the dream he was looking forward to. In the script he composed, the moment when the flag of Black Jane penetrated Fafnir was the direction of the story. The moment of end.

The dream of the client whom Fourier knew was over. Now, the dragon witch that the black wizard expected stretched out her arms from the black mud, majestic and terrifying in all directions!

"Jill?" The dragon witch broke out of her shell and looked at the dark wizard and said, "I seem to have had a long dream."

"Jane...Jane."

The dark wizard half-knelt on the ground and looked at his queen with his hands on his chest. His fish-like eyes were filled with tears of joy. The Dragon Witch glanced at him and looked at Fourier and Fife further away. Na's magic power also changed her clothes: a claw-shaped forehead protector stuck to her forehead, and the original silver-gray hair color was mixed with a hint of dark gold, just like her eyes.

The black dress is covered with gray-black armor, which is as dark as if it is swallowing the light. The chain is fixed on the chest, symbolizing the fate of being bound. When she walks towards Fourier, the long legs covering her legs The leg socks reflected the vortex of contraction and expansion, and the heels of the high heels clicked on the ground, making a crisp "tapping" sound.

Fourier was silent, but the red crystal blade in his hand became noisy - since the client is no longer the client, then she is the enemy, and the Dragon Witch still holds the cage-handled sword in her left hand, then she Also a swordsman.

No matter who you are, they are all within the scope of "kill all". This is fate.

"Shut up." He said softly to his weapon. At this moment, his eyes were redder than the crystal blade he was holding.

"Joan of Arc," Gil also stood up and stopped the Dragon Witch, "That man is not the master of the sword, but the slave of the sword. What a sad joke. This is what the foreign gods prepared for these confused and sighing foreigners. Gifts, traps and curses, it's called 'Oath', it's the least scary and most terrifying type of country-subjugation spell.

Don't get close to him. You are a noble holy virgin. Now you want to lead our banner. How can you step into such a filthy area? "

"Get out of the way, Gil."

The dragon witch's calm voice made the dark wizard freeze on the spot. After spending a lot of effort and half a thousand years, he finally brought the goddess back to the human world. Her attention was actually focused on other men. She was quite concerned about this kind of obsession. Deep men are naturally filled with unpleasant feelings.

He looked at Fourier angrily, but Fourier had only the Dragon Witch in his eyes. His crimson eyes and pale golden eyes were clashing in aura. It was Heizhen who seemed to have a stronger aura and retreated first. step.

Even though it was only for a moment, her eyes still looked at Fourier with a touch of tenderness.

"Don't be like this, Joan of Arc, the anemones still have to be watered. They will wither if you don't come back." Fourier said.

"What the hell are you talking about...ugh."

The Dragon Witch covered her head, feeling that memories that did not belong to her were flowing backwards, competing with her for the dominance of consciousness.Madam Gerald, who had gone crazy, rushed towards the Dragon Witch with a sword, hoping to achieve revenge by destroying the dark wizard's most cherished thing.

Then the Sword Witch died.

Although the Dragon Witch was in a state of mental turmoil, she was still powerful. As soon as she released the Noble Phantasm in her hand, the black karmic fire enveloped Mrs. Gerald, and the sharp stakes spit out from the fire stabbed her from all directions. Passed through the body of the Sword Witch.

After Mrs. Gerald's death, the runes surrounding the Sword Witch turned into smoke and dust, and were trampled to pieces by the jumping Fourier and the monsters chasing him. The young man held the weapon box in his left hand and used the shotgun at the bottom of the box to blast the monsters. On their heads, the crystal blade in his right hand drew a thin red line horizontally, cutting off the tentacles that swept towards him.

The endless array of demons rushed towards Fourier's direction. Under their oppression, the light of fire and swords got closer and closer to Fourier's body, until the monsters used themselves as a cage to engulf the young man.

The Dragon Witch stumbled to her feet, and when the dark wizard seemed to have defeated Fourier, she also took back the initiative.

The dark wizard flipped through the magic book, and the red moon in the sky was breaking. Following the massacre in Antwerp in 1576, the blood sacrifice ritual began again.

What Gil wants is not just a dragon witch that can only move in the imaginary space, but he wants his holy virgin to appear in the real world and lead an army to take revenge on the world. To achieve this, he must first sacrifice Orleans. Put Aweiz...

The dark wizard's thoughts came to an abrupt end. The cage that trapped Fourier was first orange, and then scarlet light came out.His thinking stopped for a second because of the severe pain. When Gil looked down, a thin red circle appeared on his wrist, and the palm holding the magic book detached from his limbs and fell to the ground with a splat.

Then, Fourier appeared there and kicked the dark wizard's magic book away.

"what?!"

"Come again, dark wizard!" Fourier raised the crystal blade: "Isn't this what you were looking forward to?!"

Chapter 29 Cry with you on Thursday·Hope

[The nightingale lives in the sacred linden tree, feeling the world through thinking and singing

She praises the weeping true love story and is willing to turn it into poetry

The nightingale that sings for you brings blessing—

'May the eternal, crimson and dreamy creatures wait for you in your dreams']

What shocked Gil was not just Fourier's escape. He clearly heard an old song coming from his sword.Even if Fourier's sword is some kind of living thing, it should be silent at this moment.

In the sacrificial magic of dark wizards, symmetry is meaningful, and all elements are given real and imaginary meanings:

Orleans is "real", imaginary number space/Abbei is "imaginary";

Mrs. Gerard is "real" and Mrs. Foer is "virtual";

Kane is "real" and Osh is "virtual";

Jeanne Alter is "real", and the Dragon Witch is "virtual".

Fourier is "real" and Gill is "virtual".

In order to reverse the virtual reality, Jill prepared five groups of symmetrical virtual and real relationships, including himself.Based on the considerations of concealment and safety, he eliminated his own existence, mentally manipulated the hypocritical personality of Toby Gerald to implement the plan, and introduced Fourier, the outsider element, in order to establish and establish the relationship with the real world (reality). His symmetrical existence is located in the dream world (empty world).

When the sacrifice began, Orleans slipped into Abets, and Abets replaced Orleans in the real world, the changes he expected began.

To this end, the dark wizard wants to copy the Sword Witch, forming a symmetry and let them fight each other; to this end, the dark wizard wants Mrs. Foer to give birth to twins, forming a pile and let them fight each other; to this end, he wants to create Miss Alt, so that To form a symmetry, let her fight with the dragon witch he expected; for this reason, Fourier entered Orleans to form a symmetry and fight with him.

Now, the sacrificial magic is activated as Jill wishes, and Ruota and Phoenix who are not symmetrical are immediately cleared. Everything in the real world (real) is being replaced by the dream world (virtual): Orleans is replaced by Aweiz. Replaced, Miss Alt was replaced by the Dragon Witch, the original Sword Witch was dead, and the Sword Witch's position belonged to Mrs. Foer who was still alive.

Among the five sets of symmetrical relationships between virtual and real, "virtual" has defeated "real" three times, more than half of the times.In this way, the party located in the dream world (virtual) can be judged to have won a complete victory.

With the help of the huge magic power obtained from the sacrifice and the characteristic of Aweizi not being bound by common sense, after suppressing the side that belongs to the real world (reality), the dark wizard can play with the concepts of real and virtual, and make "virtual" and "real" "Exchanging places, the Joan of Arc that he never forgot was transformed from "virtual" to "real" existence, in order to achieve true resurrection.

But why?Fourier, who was supposed to be transformed, remained in his previous state. The transformation of the concept of virtuality and reality was ignored by this man... No, it was ignored by Him who manipulated Fourier.

What is the "oath" of the subjugation-level spell? He who is attached to Fourier is the real source of danger.

["I want a red rose to give to my beloved"

Why do you have a sad face when you tell me this?

I want to comfort you and give you flowers

crimson, crimson rose

The scarlet color that engulfs you will definitely make you happy

It’s your favorite true red rose

However, there is only a pale shadow in the courtyard]

The singing continued, and the dark wizard felt that with every passing second, Fourier became more and more dangerous in his eyes.The Dragon Witch also felt this way. She waved her flag, and the large and small chains in the Abyss obeyed her orders, chasing Fourier together with the monsters summoned by the dark wizard.

"I am very fond of this person. If there is a trial, he must be the last person to go to the trial." The Dragon Witch said softly to the air: "Unfortunately, the positions of reality and dreams are changing, and fantasy has won. Reality."

"wrong!"

Fourier's voice and the weapon box he threw came into the perception range of the Dragon Witch. The Dragon Witch heard the young man say: "It doesn't matter what the dream of the black wizard turns into. The revenge of the Dragon Witch becomes It doesn’t matter what happens, just give Miss Alt...back!"

"Careful, Jeanne!"

The black wizard's severed palm was reborn. He didn't care to pick up the magic book that Fourier had kicked away, so he weaved blasphemous spells and stabbed Fourier in the forehead. Feeling threatened, the Dragon Witch also waved her flag and burned the sinners with flames. Fourier's figure appeared in the flames, and one floating pile after another appeared, piercing the center of the flames.

[But it doesn’t matter, lizards, daisies and colorful rose trees will tell me the answer

Pure white flowers can also turn into deep red

Like the scarlet dove in the book

Just pierce my heart and pour hot blood into the veins of the rose tree

The roses that never thank you will appear in front of your eyes

For the first time since I was born, I present a rose to you from a height of 25 meters in the sky.

Look at the true redness overflowing from every pore on your body]

The weapon box stood in front of Fourier. It melted quickly and turned into a viscous liquid, dyeing the five crystal blades hidden in it red. When Fourier held two of them, they turned into two-handed swords, and the other three They were arranged in parallel, suspended in mid-air and followed behind the man.

Slashing with the front edge, stabbing with the reverse edge, blocking with the reverse edge, slashing with the front edge... The scarlet light depicts the movement of the weapon in the swordsman's hand. Fourier is facing the army from the dream world. He is silent, but more terrifying than the howling chains and demons. He is alone, but more powerful than the stagnant army.

As enemies, the dark wizard and the dragon witch could no longer tell whether Fourier had swallowed up the weirdness, or whether the weirdness had swallowed up Fourier. In any case, the transformation of virtuality and reality did not affect the young man at all.

The dark wizard is still thinking about countermeasures, but the dragon witch has already entered the battle to fight.

"Hey, Fourier, can you still speak?" the woman asked rudely.

"Of course, I am even more glib than before." Fourier said with a smile: "When people are hindered by demagogic singing, they always do something to distract their attention... Why do you think I like to say Talk nonsense, if I say nothing, His voice will come after me.

To me, this is more terrifying than a country-level spell. "

【In the cool moonlit night

The nightingale sacrifices herself and sings to death

The petals of the rose were first as pure as the feet of dawn

Silver as the wings of dawn

Like a reflection in a silver mirror

Like a watery lake

A delicate blush rose to the petals of the rose

Red like the morning glow in the eastern sky

Ruby-like stamens hidden among the petals

The nightingale is dead, the rose is reborn]

The Dragon Witch held a sword in her left hand and a flag in her right hand, and black mist enveloped her surroundings.Under the fleur-de-lis flag with a white background and black borders, chains and demons were infected by leadership, and they sacrificed their lives and turned into a black torrent rushing toward Fourier.

Viewed from the sky, at the girls' school that had been reduced to ruins, the red and black air curtains collided with each other. The black enveloped the red one, but the red one stubbornly held on to its own front, advancing and dividing the black air curtain.

Gill also joined in, and he realized that if Fourier was not killed as soon as possible, his fantasy would be ended: At this moment in Aweiz, the dream world (virtual) and "time" should not exist. The concept of "space" has the passage of time and the change of space... coming from the two crystal blades on Fourier's chest.

It was they that caused Aweizi, who had no concept of time and space, to have the influence of time and space. In the blink of an eye, Fourier had stepped into the category of head-on confrontation with the Dragon Witch. The flag, the cage-handled sword and the crystal blade collided, and the power of The aftermath ripped apart everything it touched.

Noticing the enemy's eyes on his chest, Fourier shook his head and said: "If you were Miss Alt, then you would definitely ring in the light on my weapon box when we first met. The number and quality of the crystal blades.”

"I just remember you soaking naked in the bathtub. You have good muscle lines, which I like..."

The Dragon Witch replied in a dreamy tone. Severe pain hit her head. All the memories of living in Phoenix's house, the happy little sparrows in the girls' school, the anemones placed in the bedroom that were carefully cared for every day, like And hated Fourier.

How is it possible, why is it that the girl who only existed for a year can match her with Jill's help?

[You who picked the rose knew nothing about the nightingale’s sacrifice

Excitingly give it to someone you like

"I'm afraid this flower won't match my clothes."

The woman frowned and said, "The nephew of the Chamberlain gave me some jewelry, which is more precious than roses."

Frustrated, you leave the manor

The rose in my hand fell into the ditch and was run over by a carriage

When you are immersed in the book, when you embrace the grapevine that symbolizes prosperity

Only the nightingale’s soul still sings——]

Fourier looked at the opponent with sympathy, but the offensive in his hands became more and more fierce. When the Dragon Witch waved her flag in anger, Fourier escaped from the attack and discarded the scarlet crystal blade under the gaze of the two enemies. Putting his hand into his chest, strange ripples spread.

"Under the suppression of common sense, my last two crystal blades were useless. They only reminded me how weak and helpless I was."

Fourier's hand moved little by little, grabbing something from his chest and dragging it outward: "But Aweiz is not reality, and common sense is lacking. It allows the dark wizard to replace reality with fiction, and it allows the imaginary Joan of Arc to be 'resurrected' , then in the same way, it also allows me to interfere with time. This fairness is admirable.

Aweizi, Revenge, Dark Wizard, Dragon Witch, you are all a dream after all, and you always have to wake up from your dreams. "

Fourier pulled out the object hidden in his chest - a golden crystal blade, which was close to the size of a dagger. Then, the young man lifted the crystal blade and placed it across his neck.

The dagger slit Fourier's neck, and what flowed from the wound was not blood, but a symbol of time.The hour hand, minute hand and second hand gathered together to form a golden magic circle that was spinning crazily at the young man's feet and in his eyes.

The project constructed by the dark wizard to transform dreams (virtual) into reality (real) is forced to go backwards and returns to the starting point of exchange. Dreams and reality are clearly based on both sides of the world. Dreams are still dreams, and reality is still reality. The two have not happened. Change of position.

The dark wizard and the dragon witch lowered their heads and saw the scarlet crystal blade passing through their chests.Reality defeated the dream, and they who belonged to the dream naturally ushered in their own death.

"Jill, I'm going to take a nap."

The Dragon Witch stumbled forward. She had already realized that a life born from a dream cannot be recognized by reality. When everything ends, she will sleep quietly.

"Joan of Arc, I still haven't made any progress. I can only stay where I am, watching you...ahem," the dark wizard knelt down on the spot, stared at the crystallization of his wish, and said in the gentlest voice. : "Then you should sleep for a while, my comrade, next time..."

Fourier crossed the dark wizard's side, leaving behind bloody footprints. As the victor, he was also hurt, but his life was stronger, that's all.

The Dragon Witch disappeared, and the client whom Fourier knew came back. Before she fell forward, he reached out and grabbed her... hair?

Even in a coma, Hei Zhen still groaned in pain, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

"I'm sorry, my hands are not working properly." Fourier asked Hei Zhen to sit in the corner against him, "If you were awake, you would have burned me, but luckily you were not awake, so you could do this." Hold you and let you listen to me quietly.

It’s just that I prefer the noisy you, silly girl. "