A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

There has only been one demigod who can independently kill a demigod at the level of a god endowed person in a hundred years, and only one who can successfully kill a demigod with a complete spectacle at this level has also appeared since the new century .

Under normal circumstances, not to mention that demigods are not easy to kill, even god endowed, most of them die indirectly due to the loss of control of their spiritual veins in battle.

But at this moment, Maxi almost died for no apparent reason several times. If he hadn't defended himself flawlessly from companion skills to mysterious items, and was invulnerable from body to soul, he might have fallen.

He couldn't be invulnerable forever. In Moxiu's fantasy dream, the luster of Maxi's robe became increasingly dim, and his clear mind gradually became cloudy. Worship.

It was almost the power of the scorching sun that was fake and real. In Maxi's vision, the wishing angel radiated a dazzling and fiery light, ruling the world.

Therefore, in the almost desperate situation, Maxi resisted the spontaneous sense of obedience in the spirit, and roared to the sky: "Mines save me!"

Moxiu smiled and pushed forward, the scorching sun behind him erupted into an irresistible storm, countless rays of light enveloped Maxi, the latter's skin burned, and a painful flame spewed out from his throat.

At this time, a fiery golden spear fell from the sky, cutting off the attack of the storm, and at the same time, countless golden "sands" floated in front of Maxi, gathering into the human form of Mines.

Moxiu saw that those sands were burning worms.

Mines injected the cognition filtrate through the vein on Maxi's neck. The Sun Bishop was hot all over and his skin was half-burned, but he was still not on the verge of death, only seriously injured.

"He's a rebel, he's a rebel!" Maxi yelled hysterically.

"He is not rebellious, my lord bishop, this cultist..." Mines held a spear in front of him, as if erecting an invisible barrier, "He stole your memory, distorted your thinking, and used the power of dreams to engulf you The fierce sun (with) in the soul appears..." Although the knight commander is doing his duty, he can't help but criticize at this moment, "If you can spend less time with women, you won't lose your defense so quickly."

Bernice, who was wearing a nun's attire, was shivering in the corner. Her skin was red and hot under the high temperature, which had already exceeded the body temperature of ordinary people. The meaning of blessing.

If the mysterious characteristic of [Taoyuan] is to arouse extraordinary power from extreme desire, then [Wishing Angel] is to bring wishes to reality.

As soon as Moxiu appeared, he created an unmatched illusion for Maxi, causing his consciousness to fall into a deeper dream, and his perception of reality was polluted and distorted. Faith, shaping a false sun.

Had Maxi been more resolute, he could have lasted longer.

Standing in front of Moxiu, Mines felt a mountain of pressure.

The role of cognitive filtrate is to simplify redundant information, popularize complex images, and blur scary scenes, so that perceived things can be safely understood.

Especially effective against illusions that can erode reality.

The distortion of reality by fantasy is a gradual change. It blurs the boundary between reality and illusion, and peels off layers of evolving pictures. Whichever layer the cognition is on, which layer is the reality of the object.

"Your authority is complete, and you can become a demigod at any time..." Mines said in the most cautious tone of his life.

"Unless you can go further, the spectacle can only be used to hinder people's lives for hundreds of years." Moxiu was quite satisfied with Mines, so he patiently said, "You are a gifted person, so I want you to understand that spectacle feeds man, not man feeds spectacle."

In just a dozen seconds of his speaking, the Flame Knights had led their troops to surround them from the ruins hundreds of meters away. They were well-trained, and there were dozens of Sun Priests who were preparing the magic spell to dispel illusions. Even when Moxiu was being targeted, he couldn't take advantage.

At this moment, the alarm sounded from the ground, and Mo Xiu looked in the direction of the Charity Court, frowning, as if he wanted to leave.

"Keep him!" At this moment, Maxi woke up from the pain. He was slowly healing his wounds under the blazing sun, feeling ashamed, and shouted hysterically, "This kind of cultist, If he escapes, there will never be peace in the city that never sleeps—"

……

"Playing Silent Hill with me, right?"

Cloris dodged the creep and fluffy nerves that had suddenly come to life in annoyance. Just now, she and the goblin were kicked out once, and the originally orderly scene suddenly turned gray red and gloomy.

The creep blanket was covered with a layer of flesh and blood, an inexhaustible spring of blood and fiendish gushed out from under the fungus net, and rotting ghouls came out bathed in blood.

Fortunately, Veronica felt in time that the succubus let the two let go of their will resistance and brought them out of "hell" by distorting cognition.

The environment returned to normal.

"What is Silent Hill?" The little crocodile asked ignorantly.

"Be careful not to go too deep into the dreams in the mist, adjust your cognition." Veronica placed Nevillet in a corner where she would not be disturbed, and said to Cloris, "If you fall too deep, I might not be able to get it out."

The so-called "place too deep" is that there are two deformed figures crawling on the rusty and mottled wall-this is the reflection of the dream, representing the two monks of the Grace Academy who were involved in the nightmare and ran away in panic.

"Hurry up and save her, I want to leave!" The little crocodile wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't scare Moyi." Veronica reminded.

"..." The little crocodile hesitated to speak, he was also afraid!

"Is this her nightmare? How are you going to save her?" Cloris asked.

"This is not a nightmare. These are some volunteer security guards from Lesvos. Moyi is on guard..." Veronica said, "Wait another 2 minutes, after the dream spreads and dilutes, I will take her out of the dream." come out……"

"Boom."

There was a shaky impact sound from behind, and Cloris immediately turned her head, only to find a priest in purple leaning weakly against the door.

It's Qifa!

He was somehow missing an arm, and while the burns had temporarily stopped the bleeding, the inflammation and infection were bringing out yellowish pus.

"Who are you... Alligator? Familiar?" Qifa was startled.

There are too many opponents of the Holy Cult of Grace in the deep realm, but he really can't think of any opponent who can extend his hand to Hurricane Island, which is close to the storm layer.

The little crocodile jumped up from the ground. He was 1.1 meters tall, and he didn't feel heavy when he climbed on Cloris' back.

Qifa thought about it for a while, and realized that the three in front of him were obviously not members of the Church of the Sun. They probably came from succubi, and they probably slipped through the net after chasing Kaisan back then.

"Don't speak..." He chanted a mantra with short syllables, and stretched out his hand to capture the nightmare in the corridor. At this moment, Moyi, who was sleeping, seemed to be stimulated, screaming in horror, and all the murals in the corridor writhed into succubus face, Qifa said, "Go to die..."

At the same time, the walls of the guilty on the corridor screamed together, and the terrible wave of sin and desire rolled towards Qifa.

This was what he used to rely on to finish, but now he had to deal with the enemy in front of him.

Originally, the dream of the succubus could also be used by Qifa, but the enemy opened the containment room before the dream receiver stopped working, causing the dream to go out of control, which made him lose a lot of help.

Sinful lust is like a tide of snakes.

"Is 2 minutes enough?" Cloris looked around, first growled at Veronica, and then ordered the little crocodile on her back, "Open a door for me on this wall!"

"Before it was enough!"

Red scales grew on Veronica's skin, and a dark red fire ignited on the scales. Each cluster of flames was filled with painful demon phantoms. Her hands were covered with sharp claws. On the head of the snake.

As soon as her hellfire had burned away, the serpent's head suddenly split, enveloping it from all sides.

"Succubus!" Looking at the enchanting figure and the face that is so gorgeous and beautiful that I can't remember, Qifa immediately came to his senses.

But what he was thinking at the moment was not to contact the misunderstanding by apologizing, but——

Catch her!

If a young succubus can pry a huge dream, what about an adult succubus?

This is Qifa's misjudgment of Veronica's strength, and also his ignorance of the succubus customs.

But it does not hinder his firm will.

The congregation of sinners captured Veronica, even if it was a devil, its monstrous sinful desires could quickly erode and assimilate her.

At this time, in the murals infected by Moyi's dream, there appeared one after another covered in scales and almost naked women. Their faces were different, ferocious and cruel.

A red mist floated out from the seven orifices of one of the women, and Veronica condensed her figure in the mist. She pulled out a long sword made of hellfire from the chest of the other woman, and slashed at Qifa from behind.

Qifa understands that this is the dreamwalker's ability to travel through dreams.

Rather than being born in hell, it may be more appropriate for a creature like a succubus to be born in the dreamland.

He quickly turned around and leaned back, the blade of the sword left a bloodstain on the teaching robe, his skin and flesh were ripped apart, and the fire of hell kept surging.

Veronica raised her sword, and Qifa could only retreat one after another. He hurriedly gathered in front of the wall of the guilty, and was burned by the fire of hell in an instant.

At this time, Qifa recalled the record about the fire of hell when he was studying the scriptures: He is the servant of hell, the nemesis of the abyss, and can burn away all sinful desires, leaving only pain.

The hellfire in his chest eroded slowly like a virus, and Qifa's body and soul almost lost their prototype in pain.

The two passed by the door, and Veronica shouted to Cloris: "The dream is almost overflowing, you go in and bring Moyi out, don't delay until Moxiu appears!"

"I'm not a dream walker, how can I bring it?!"

"Wake her up!" Veronica kicked Qifa to the end of the corridor, and said, "Tell her, no matter how painful the world is, the succubus must first learn to find happiness. In short, you can figure it out. The current dream The concentration is relatively safe, and little girls are easy to deceive!"

"It's easy to cheat??"

"You are so cunning..."

In the middle of Veronica's speech, the Wall of the Guilty once again invaded part of the dream that Moyi overflowed, which meant that the domain controlled by Qifa had increased by one point, and the sinners on both sides attacked the succubus.

Two chopping knives suddenly appeared on the ceiling, and the shadows of the knives fell, and rows of guilty people were cut off at their waists.

The succubus said to the door, "I'll leave it to you this time!"

She has to deal with Qifa wholeheartedly.

Bishop Ziyi is not enough to pose a threat to her, but with the blessing of the Mage Tower, Qifa has the home court advantage, and even if he is seriously injured, he can still entangle with her for a long time.

Not to mention that Mo Xiu has not yet appeared.

"What should I do?" the little crocodile asked worriedly.

"Go in." Cloris was determined.

They were no more than twenty meters away from Moyi's egg, surrounded by creep and fluffy nerves, like a spider's nest, with grotesque mist floating.

"I don't want to go in!"

"You stay awake, if I am in danger, wake me up, can your [secondary brain] do it?"

"I can, but..."

The little crocodile didn't want to say that he was scared to death.

she was.

After swapping out Walsh Caller's holster, she wasn't all that gutsy.

But, Cloris stepped into the mist.

He could clearly see the outline of the succubus in the distance, but the further he walked, the lower and blurred his visibility became.

"Let's go, what are you doing in a daze!" The little crocodile said reproachfully.

"I've been walking..." Cloris seemed to be on an endless road.

"Oops, me too..." The little crocodile opened the leather case, took out a jelly-like blue brain, and stuffed it into the crocodile's head.

"what are you doing?"

"Add a new sub-brain," said the little crocodile, "wait a minute, what is that..."

"what?"

Just as Cloris asked, a blood-red sky suddenly appeared in the misty mist. A chaotic, chaotic, and void wind floated outside the sky. Only the corridors like neural nets formed a stable space. An isolated island was suspended, intersecting with countless The corridors are connected.

"oasis."

Such a word suddenly appeared in the girl's mind.

Then, the picture was pulled in, and the ancient, elegant, and towering blood-colored buildings enveloped the two of them.

"This is the academy," a succubus girl with blue long hair appeared on the side to remind, "If you are a patient who needs healing, please go to the Lesvos Hospital in the city center!"

229. Symphony ([-])

No existence understands the full outline of hell. He is the same fallen domain as the abyss and the netherworld, and the worlds eroded and connected are more numerous than the stars in the galaxy.

Rather than saying that the world is connected to hell, it is better to say that the world recognizes hell. Once it recognizes suffering, it is already connected to hell.

Therefore, the description of hell in the world where Cloris lives is not described in terms of vastness, but in terms of "stability".

The chaotic and disorderly hurricane is the keynote of hell. It infects all demons with mixed information and pain. Every day, countless demons are frantic and hurt others because of pain. curtain down.

Corresponding to the hurricane, there is an "oasis" that has substance, is not disturbed, and is free from the pollution of pain.

A demon that enters a hurricane shatters into a chaotic message, and when it comes to the oasis, it has a physical body.

The human world, whether light or dark, is undoubtedly a vast oasis for demons.Many demons came into the world trying to get rid of suffering, and ended up bringing more suffering.

The succubus is the hope of the demons.They have the ability to communicate with the dreamland, and can collect positive and beautiful wishes and dreams from the dreamland. Therefore, the succubi are always the objects of covetousness. They can temporarily eliminate pain and let the demons have the ability to perceive joy.Getting rid of pain is an instinct engraved in the demon soul.

There are countless languages ​​in hell, and the succubus happens to be able to understand a little bit of all of them through the synesthesia of dreams.

The blue-haired succubus has never seen such "cute" animals as humans and crocodiles. After learning that the two had strayed into it and couldn't find their way home for a while, he kindly invited him to visit the school.

In addition to the bloody sky and buildings, Lesworth College also has pitiful little green trees. These plants are difficult to survive in hell, and have to be transplanted from other worlds and carefully cultivated.

"How about it, it's beautiful, it's a good thing that can only be seen in fantasy dreams," the blue-haired succubus chirped happily, "Of course, I know that beautiful colors are common in other worlds, hell's Red always makes people feel dull... Ah, it's not that I hate red."

The little crocodile pulled Cloris to his side. In the dream, Cloris returned to her original appearance, and [Pearl of Rest] could not stop her.But a crocodile is still a crocodile. Walsh Culler has prepared a blue sub-brain, which can allow part of his consciousness to fall into a dream while the other part of his consciousness remains in the outside world.

He said: "Why don't you wake up that succubus? This ghostly place makes me feel creepy."