A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

Walsh Caller pricked up his ears to listen.

This little bastard is really not an ordinary person, he actually instigated a demon, and even planted the demon in the Grace House!

Bad, too bad, downright bad!

Cloris thought over Veronica's words over and over again, and in the end, she couldn't help asking: "Aside from the abyss? Is there no other master, such as..."

"Although the gods like to claim ownership of such-and-such authority, 'name-giving' can indeed allow them to go further in this field, but no one can dominate the abyss," Veronica finally found a glimmer of knowledge. superiority, but now is not the time to flirt with a girl, since the other party is thinking about something, she naturally knows everything, the succubus recalled, "However, it seems that a new god has indeed appeared in the past 200 years. Prestige, I remember that honorable name seems to be..."

Veronica uttered a few syllables that made Cloris' heart almost stop: "rot...evil."

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"Fuxie" is a god's honorable name, not his real name, so it usually doesn't attract much attention when it is pronounced. After all, there are too many cult members who pray to Fuxie through rituals every day. A little mouse squeaks twice casually The probability of attracting the advent of God is even rarer than winning the lottery.

But Cloris is extremely sensitive to this appellation, so when she hears it, she can't help feeling horrified.

She subconsciously associated Holy Father Mercy with corruption, but on second thought, the teachings of the Holy Cult of Grace had nothing to do with corruption, and even if there was any connection, it was more like a competition for power.

Moreover, the abyss can and will not tell you any virtues.

"Why do I feel that you are afraid?" Veronica asked curiously, "Do you know this honorable name?"

Veronica knew about the existence of Rot and the Void Disciple, but she obviously didn't understand the internal connection between the two. Cloris shook her head and didn't answer.

The girl turned to ask, "Where's Moyi?"

Veronica closed her eyes and felt for a while, then pointed to the ceiling where the guiding tube extended.

"Walsh," Cloris said.

"I know, I know, what are you urging, come on, lift me up." Walsh Kale had already taken off the goblin leather jacket, and in order to avoid exposure, he was wearing a small emerald green crocodile at the moment.

Cloris summoned the Touch of the Void, stood on tiptoe, and lifted the goblin up.

With a tear, the little crocodile opened two new inlays in the ceiling.

Originally, the Grace House had very strict security guarantees for the dream receiving facilities. In addition to the external protection of the Wall of the Guilty, there were also secret texts for monitoring and alarms engraved inside.

It's a pity that the Wall of the Guilty will not take the initiative to attack a priest of the Grace Academy, and Walsh Culler's skills just don't need to break through hard, let alone crack the "door lock" in other forms.

This is why Cloris must abduct the goblin. In fact, even without the help of the goblin, Veronica can forcefully break through the barrier, but it will definitely attract the attention of Qifa and others, and time will appear urgent .

Cloris climbed up to the ceiling with the touch of the void, and after leaving the nightmarish Hall of Flesh, the surrounding environment was much brighter and clearer.

The three of them came to a long and narrow stone corridor, surrounded by ventilation ducts and other conduits for transmission, and a pair of murals full of religious metaphors were engraved on the wall.

"I suspect that these things may come alive at any time." Walsh Little Crocodile muttered softly while looking at a mural of believers fighting fiercely with evil things.

He is not as strong as Veronica, and he does not have a retreat like Cloris. From the goblin's point of view, as long as there is a slight mistake, he has to fall here.

It's all because he didn't communicate with Theo Pavel Calle, but who would have thought that he could reunite with his relatives on this broken island?The goblin didn't have the skills to do his own thing, and he didn't want to cause trouble to his elder brother, so he fell into the current predicament.

Theo Pavel Kahler's intentions are good, but he should never have hired such an exploitative bastard gangster!

"Someone is here." Veronica said suddenly.

Cloris took out the brooch from the ring, and the little crocodile immediately got into the wall, while Veronica was still standing there. At this moment, two monks came from the end of the corridor. They walked hurriedly, rubbing shoulders with Veronica. And pass, moving from one room to another.

Walsh Culler came out and asked, "What did you just do..." Seeing "Nevulet" looking at him with a smile, the goblin immediately changed his words, "Okay, I won't ask."

"Fully understanding each other's abilities will make the cooperation smoother," Cloris said, retracting the brooch, "You can regard her as a dreamwalker."

Veronica nodded and asked, "What about you, the little guy who can go through walls."

"Lucky dealer, trick expert."

"Not bad."

These two skills are somewhat well-known. The former involves the authority of fate, just like the dream walker involves the authority of dreams, and it is one of the important paths to the corresponding high-level skills.

The latter is relatively mediocre, and there are limited ways to advance, but it is practical. As long as you have the heart, the formula and materials are relatively easy to obtain.

This is also the best effort Walsh Culler can do for himself in the deep world alone.

"Where is the symbol of the spirit vein?" Veronica used charm and hypnosis, trying to get to the bottom of it.

"Devil, don't go too far!" Feeling that his thinking was disturbed, the little crocodile jumped up and down, flicking its tail.

"Oh—" Veronica laughed dangerously, "You know I'm a demon?"

"Except for the devil, who would call 'hell' so affectionate? You are so stupid!" Walsh Culler retorted.

The word "stupid" hurt Veronica.

Seemingly sensing danger, the little crocodile immediately hid behind Cloris.

The girl asked plainly, "Did you find Moyi?"

"Let's think about it..." Veronica sniffed the spiritual substance and traces of dreams in the air through the touch of the soul, "I'm not very familiar with Moyi, and I don't have any impression of the smell of her soul, ah, it's here..."

She groped to a closed door, the cold bright silver exuded a metallic luster, and as soon as the three of them approached, under the illumination of the light, they saw faint shadows floating around them.

"Don't worry, it's just residual consciousness." Veronica said.

Cloris winked at Walsh Caller.

"I knew it!" The little crocodile complained to himself, walked to the door and used his ability to open the inlay, this time he used his milking force, "The...material of this door...is very strong...huh...it seems to have several layers ……seal……"

As soon as the goblin finished speaking, Cloris immediately sensed something was wrong, and she wanted to stop it. However, gray mist suddenly gushed out from inside the door, and mixed thoughts poured into her brain, as if countless people were holding a concert in her memory——

"Dreams are sealed in the door!" Cloris said, "Bitch, get it done!"

Veronica made her move when the dreamland overflowed, but a part of the gray mist still diffused out and was sensed by the siren in the corridor.

The signal foreshadowing the danger suddenly sounded, and the murals in the corridor suddenly became more colorful under the immersion of the gray mist, the stone flakes peeled off from the lifelike sculptures, and bright red blood flowed out.

At this time, the monks in other rooms immediately ran out to check the situation, and someone yelled: "The dream is leaked! Damn it, who didn't open the seal in advance according to the regulations! The dream receiver has not been completely closed! It will pollute all of us..."

In the middle of his speech, he suddenly saw a woman wearing a cat mask, a nun and a baby crocodile.

Without thinking too much, the monk reacted immediately.

A crimson mist floated out of the nun's seven orifices, and those mist gathered into a beautiful woman whose face she couldn't remember, and flew towards the monk at high speed. , ordered the little crocodile: "Open the door!"

"Releasing the fog now will cause disaster!"

"I say, open the door!" Cloris said more severely.

"They are not like you and I can resist the pollution of consciousness, they..."

"If you want to be made into crocodile char siu by Qifa!" The girl interrupted him.

Hearing what Cloris said, and then thinking of Qifa's gloomy and terrifying expression, the little crocodile with a tangled expression gritted his teeth, and with a sharp tear of his two little hands, opened the door completely...

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Inside the door, silky nerves and substantive consciousness breed the environment as a hotbed. The smooth stone is covered with layers of turquoise creepers, and blood-colored stalactites hang from the ceiling. The distant sky seems to be burning with the scorching sun, and the chaotic wind It makes people unable to see the whole picture of the scenery clearly, only the bluish-gray dreams silently tell stories, and when these "stories" come into contact with reality, they distort everything into grotesque outlines.

Above the nerves and creepers, a transparent egg is like a bubble, suspended in mid-air serenely, with long sea blue hair soaked in the solution of dreams, and the immature succubus is curled up in a deep sleep, as if experiencing a waiting The nightmare of healing.

"Is this the succubus?" The little crocodile jumped in. Through the filter of the sub-brain, he knew that the dream had not completely invaded the reality. Right now, everything they saw was the result of the cognitive transformation of the dream.

It takes a lot of willpower to completely distort reality, but it is much easier to distort one's perception.

However, when the dream-infected people really believe everything they perceive, then even the most false things will become real.

The back of the little crocodile's head secreted a jam-like orange light, and those orange lights gathered together to form a gelatinous brain. He opened the inlay of the crocodile leather case and stuffed the cerebellum in, feeling much refreshed.

The little crocodile said: "I thought that succubi were very lewd and lecherous existences, but this child looks..." He stared at Moyi, "Except for the horns and scales, it doesn't look much like an ordinary innocent girl the difference."

"What you just threw in was the brain?"

"Oh, it's the symbol of my spiritual pulse," the little crocodile explained, "[The sub-brain] has a limited capacity, but it can regenerate every once in a while, so I plucked out the head of the Holy Father of Faith and Grace, so as not to be disturbed by so many mixed opinions." The consciousness is polluted."

"..." Compared with these weird symbols of spiritual veins, Cloris felt that her touch of the void was extraordinarily normal.

"Hurry up and save her, I'll close the door, and then we'll leave!" The little crocodile was terrified.

"Not now, we must release all the dreams," Cloris looked at the eggs that were oozing dream mist and solution, resisting the sense of splitting consciousness, and frowned, "Touching those things rashly is easy to be destroyed." Get sucked into a dream, never come out again, have to let that bitch deal with the dream pollution..."

Veronica had already revealed her real body at this time, she hugged the unconscious nun in her arms to prevent her from getting involved in nightmares, and at the same time, quickly hypnotized the priest who came.

However, the ear-piercing alarm had already sounded, and the extremely penetrating tone pierced the ground.

At this moment, the Sun Knight and the Guards of the Duke's Mansion have fully invaded the castle. The price like blood is paid on the red earth to the wreckage of metal and flesh. The nightmare scene really happened, and the abyss of desire crushed everyone. There was hardly a normal dead body in sight.

If Meistek hadn't been on the front line in person, and there were people from the Church of the Sun overseeing the army behind him, the morale of his guards would have collapsed long ago.

Even so, these people are still in a state of trance, and they may go crazy at any time and stab their teammates severely.

In this case, Mines still asked them to fight to the death, no different from driving the servant army.

Of course, there are differences.

Compared with most of the servants, Luentia's personal guards are indeed capable of fighting.

Chifa confronted Mestek and his heavy cavalry.

I don’t know if it’s because of his temper tempered by repeated suppression by the Church of the Sun. The skills that Qifa is good at are difficult to work on Mesteq, and the circulation of [Vortex] can not only attract everything together, but also distort the mysterious characteristics The trajectory of the defense is watertight.

Qifa knew that if he hadn't relied on the Mage Tower, he would have already lost by now.

Most of the holy statue of Usha wrapped around him has collapsed, and the spirit stored in the murals and sculptures has also been annihilated by Mestek's terrifying elemental cannon. In addition to his support, his own background should not be underestimated.

Just now, the Knights of the Sun almost wanted to occupy the high ground on the ruins, but as the huge statue of the wishing angel appeared in the distance, they rushed back to help at the speed of light under the leadership of the commander of the knight, Mines.

This reduced Qifa's pressure sharply, and he was able to use his breathing time to delay time by communicating with Mestec.

"Your Excellency, the Church of the Sun treats you like a lackey, serving them is not a smart choice."

"Otherwise I will be loyal to you?" Meistek didn't mean to hold on. He withdrew part of the vortex to restore his strength, and used fireworks like artillery fire to create noise from time to time. What can we say?"

"If the Duke can sever the relationship with the Church of the Sun and support the Holy Church to spread the faith in this airspace, we certainly have the sincerity to continue to cooperate."

This sentence is very insincere.

The Duke's Mansion without the Church of the Sun is like a grass without roots. The Grace House will choose which one to choose between the weak Luentia and the powerful Uenos.

Moreover, Qifa is relaxed on the surface, but he is still looking for the flaws of Meistek behind his back—every time after using the vortex, Meisterk's face will become gloomy, and the corners of his mouth will twitch, as if he is enduring severe pain. It grows several centimeters in just half an hour, is thick and hard, and bends towards the palm.

At the same time, Meistek's facial features also shifted in a swirling manner centered on the bridge of the nose, but he controlled the timing of the skill activation well, and the effect of each distortion gradually faded in the interval between uses.

After Qifa let the desire puppet eroded by [The Desire] launch a few tentative attacks, he finally noticed that Meisterk's movements were obviously slow for a moment, his soul suddenly floated out, and the nightmare suddenly attacked Meisterk, At this time, the latter vortex suddenly dissipated like a bubble.

The environment around Meisterk was instantly cold, and even Qifa's soul seemed to be frozen for a moment. He shifted his body to avoid the invasion of Qifa, and at the same time aimed at Bishop Ziyi's body with the [Star Core Esophagus]. Flesh.

Knowing the trick, Qifa immediately controlled the movement of his fleshy body, but his physique was inherently fragile, let alone agile. With a sudden sound, half of his arm was lifted into the air, and his burning right shoulder was scorched before bleeding gushed out. The temperature stopped.

His body was injured, and even the soul of Qifa's nightmare let out an uncontrollable roar of pain, but his consciousness was still clear, and he quickly gathered all the wreckage of the holy statue of Usha on his body to provide protection, while his soul continued to invade without hesitation. To Maestek.

Although Chifa's body is fragile, he can endure pain just like Mestek.

The latter's internal organs have long been twisted together, but he has been patient and has not shown it. His distorted expression is not fake, but it is precisely because the pain is real enough that it induces Qifa to launch a lore that puts aside his worries.

Meistek did grasp the flaw of Qifa's move, but he didn't expect the general to fail, failing to completely eat the enemy's king chess.

Suddenly, the nightmare penetrated into the soul, and Meistek's (strong) tenacious will gradually became passive and hopeless. He tried to struggle, but there was no means of resistance other than the will. All this happened very quickly , even the heavy cavalry in the outer formation couldn't rush to and destroy Qifa's body wrapped in an icon in just a dozen seconds - even under this wrapping, Qifa was a target for slaughter.

Just when Meistek was in despair, suddenly, an alarm sounded from under the ground.

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Maxi never expected that he would encounter such a vulnerable situation.

As a bishop of a place, he is a god-endowed person who is good at fighting, and the robes and jewels he wears are all sacred objects. Even if Uenos comes to him, he is sure to retreat calmly, but now, he is in another god. Fear is felt in front of the giver.

A holy artifact is another name for a spiritual artifact, and it also has a curse, but this kind of curse is more aimed at outsiders. For believers and superhumans of this path, the effect will be much weaker, and it will be regarded as a holy and great blessing.

This is consistent with Cloris' Ring of the Void. If someone else wears it for a long time, even a demigod may be unlucky enough to be involved in a natural disaster and die.

The key point of divine endowment skills is "divine endowment". Usually, many catastrophe-level skills in the church system are born out of the authority of gods and have divinity. Therefore, if these skills are combined to deepen the communication with the gods, and then go through special rituals By praying, skills can be reborn and promoted, almost the embryonic form of authority.

As for the demigod, it is precisely by relying on the rudimentary form of authority that he can make a contract with the spectacle and go a step further.

Maxi's seventh companion skill is [Holy Judgment Speaker], which can convict the target and impose constraints according to the Sun Canon.

But now, all his convictions are invalid.

At the same time, the power of the cultist in front of him has never been seen before, and this alone can make him invincible in front of the demigod who left the spectacle.

Of course, Moxiu wasn't really terrifying to the level of a demigod.