A subjugated princess will never die a vagabond

No wonder it was too late, her huge body was too slow, and Cloris's execution efficiency was always very high.

The girl walked through the church and entered the confessional through a side door.

In the dark and narrow room, extinguished candles were burning on both sides, and the wax solidified along the damp stone wall, dripping on the fourteen fuzzy idols covered with mold and black moss in the shrine.The water vapor is filled with the fishy smell of the sea, and ugly chiseled reliefs with distorted lines are steamed in the mist. Wearing a wet white robe with white hands on his chest, he prays to the god statue embedded on the wall directly in front of him.The statue looks like the light-winged giant that Cloris had seen in a dream, and it also looks like the tentacles growing from under the white robe that are digging out the outline for him.

"I am in heaven...hiss...ha...my Father in heaven...ha...please forgive me...hiss...the sins I committed in ignorance...hehe..." The woman in white robe knelt in the water, she Her voice was trembling, sobbing, breathing intermittently, without a complete sentence, "I fell into the... hiss... the thorns of the abyss... already... Kaka..." Her teeth were stuttering, "I don't know what the right path is... Father...ha...ha...please give me in your glory...ha..."

The pastor was in delirium, his eyes blurred.

From the ceiling of the confessional room, hooks hung on the delicate flesh of Paya's ridge; through the dim candlelight, Cloris saw that the pastor's cheeks were full of self-torturing steel nails; Her messy academic gown was half exposed, and molten iron dripped from the pipe onto her collarbone.

And Paya's pure white religious robe is crawling out of the tentacles, wielding a hammer and chisel, carving an icon for an unknown existence.

A beard crawled on the face of the statue, frantic and hallucinatory.

Cloris' face was calm: "The Holy Father shouldn't have an image, who are you sculpting?"

The sudden sound made all the tentacles retract into the robes abruptly, the stone slab on the ground suddenly turned, and an iron maiden rose up, covering Cloris. The iron needles were close at hand and could be closed at any time.

The girl remained vigilant and could escape into the shadows at any time. She did not feel the threat of her life. Since Moxiu dared to release Paya alone, it showed that she could control herself.

Paya crouched, her pupils aimed upwards, and she shivered with gloom. Suddenly, she turned her head and saw the nondescript statue she had chiseled out. She rushed over and smashed it with a hammer like crazy: Father ... What did I do? Forgive me, forgive me for disrespect, I have fallen into the abyss and lost the true self! Puppet God! How dare you pretend to be the Father! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

She hit halfway, then fell to her knees again, looking up at the clinking prison in the dome, and let out a strange, hoarse cry from her throat.

"I'm Sakima, Paya, no..." Cloris shook her head, "You're not Paya, right?"

After listening, Paya's pupils shrank as thin as the eye of a needle. She shivered like a sieve, retreated to the damaged statue, and shook her head in panic: "No, I don't know what you are talking about, I don't know!"

"Crack!"

The Iron Maiden snapped shut.

Cloris approached Paya from the shadows, and hooked the priest's throat with a thread. At the same time, the girl's pretty face was covered by the thread, forming a black and thin outline. She said: "I am a student of Moxiu. Have you forgotten?"

"It's you!"

"That's right, it's me..."

"You are the void of that day, ahhh!" Paya, who was already in a mess, lost her non-existent demeanor. She rolled and crawled, retracting her head into the unburned furnace, sticking her butt out, like The ostrich, "Ahh! Holy Father! It has come, and it will punish its crimes!" Paya sobbed in fear, and said to himself, full of determination, "Then let it come, let me be here Freed from my sins, Father—"

Void?

How did Paya know?Moses told her?

Although Moxiu didn't say it explicitly, Cloris felt that it was possible for him to deduce something that time in Ying 21.

But judging from Paya's words, she seems to have learned about this secret from other places, such as——

When killing Klaug.

403. Broken Memories

In the dark confessional, the ostrich buried its head in the plaster.

With the conditions of Requan Town, it is obvious that such a complex structure cannot be built, and there is a faint aura of fantasy around, so the answer is very clear - this is Paya's ability.

If she really wanted to be an enemy, Cloris knew that it was absolutely impossible for her to defeat her in this environment.

"My father in the kingdom of heaven, please bury my ugly body in the filthy prison of sin, please bestow the spirit of my true self, and let my faith serve you forever...My father in the kingdom of heaven..."

Paya murmured and trembled, she was ready to be slaughtered, but the imaginary butcher knife did not cut off.

For a long time, she tremblingly stuck her head out of the furnace, her face was blackened with cinders, making her look like a mad woman who was insane.

No...she was.

Paya turned to see Cloris staring at her intently.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” The pastor shrunk back again in horror. , the true self who ascended to heaven while awake, ahhh..."

She was pulled out by Cloris.

This is a lunatic, the girl didn't understand why Moxiu failed to cure her, so she dared to assign her a garrison task alone.

Cloris heard from Veronica that Moxiu has a profound use of the authority of illusions. Even so, can it not cure Paya's madness?

The girl really wanted to take a look into the pastor's dream, but she was also worried that she would encounter unfathomable dangers after entering it. The lunatic's thoughts were always weird and weird, which might contaminate her consciousness in turn.

"Then try her first."

After pondering for a moment, Cloris made up her mind.

"Paya, I am a student of the Pure White Church, you raise your head and look directly at me."

The pastor raised his face hesitantly, his pale skin was delicate and flawless, she was not glamorous, she could be called delicate, but she had no charm under her submissive temperament.

"Is this the test that the Holy See said? Ah, did I fail?" Paya pointed all the blame at herself, and she took Cloris's hand, "Come on, please punish me, Peel off this filthy skin, and burn the ugly 'me' with fire, the void above—”

"I've always rewarded good and punished evil, just and strict," Cloris said, "The teacher asked you to reflect here, can you realize what crime you have committed?"

"I……"

"You only say that you are guilty, but you don't reflect on it," Cloris reprimanded, "You don't know why you were tortured, how can you find what you really want in your heart?"

"No... I killed people, it killed people, ho ho ah ah..." Paya covered her head in pain, but soon, she grabbed her chest again, and for a moment, she put her hand into her throat again Blood came out from scratching, the deep red scars were filled with a strong smell of the sea, and fine tentacles squirmed out, "No, no, this shouldn't be me... I, I let them kill people... no ..."

She slurred her speech and fell into unconscious self-pity.

"Ugh."

In the end, Cloris separated a sliver of psychic matter storing her own consciousness, and built a bridge of her dreams with Paya.

Countless dream bubbles are spinning crazily, and the messy fragments and silhouettes merge and swallow each other, and there is hardly a single subject.

Generally speaking, even if there are many memories stored in people's dreams, various subconscious and personality fragments are also buried, but there is a more specific "focus" at any time, which represents the individual's thinking or recollection at this moment.

Dreamwalkers are generally unable to directly find the required parts in the vast amount of memory, so they will guide them to derive the corresponding memory fragments through communication or hints to the subject's consciousness.

"..."

Cloris randomly photographed a rapidly spinning dream bubble, sinking her consciousness into it.

……

"Cynthia, are you all right?"

In the cabin, a fat boy greeted her and handed over a mushroom full of meat, "Well, here, my mother packed a bag full for me when she was parting... Don't be depressed, I heard that I will go to the hospital again." Walk up and you will see beautiful stars."

"No, Fat Bucket, I don't feel good..." "Cloris" covered her head and began to grab her chest, "something is crawling in it... I don't want to see the stars, I don't want to go to heaven, I want to go back Home……"

Cloris knew that this was the perspective of a girl named "Cynthia".

And the fat bucket...

"We are the ones chosen by the Holy Father. I heard that you have high hopes, and I... well, I don't want to go to the kingdom of heaven either. I will be satisfied if I can take the stars back!"

"Fat bucket, I... 哕!" Cynthia spat out, with a dry, ugly beard growing out of her throat.

"Ahh, Cynthia! Sister Paya, Sister Paya, come and see Cynthia!"

The picture suddenly shattered, and just as Cloris left the dream bubble, she was immediately hit by another at high speed.

……

In the pitch-black sky, I don't know which piece of airspace it is. On a lonely island, there is an ancient castle with deep purple walls.

"Yeah——" Cynthia woke up from the nightmare. She was a little anxious to urinate, so she climbed out of the bed without disturbing the sleeping partners around her.

Traveling through the maze-like corridors, a sobbing confession came from the darkness: "My Father in heaven, please forgive me for turning a blind eye to what I see..."

"Sister Paya?"

"Cynthia, why didn't you sleep in the room!" The delicate nun hurriedly turned her head, rushed over to hug the little girl, stroked her long brown hair, didn't know whether to comfort the girl or comfort herself, and repeated, "Okay, okay It's okay, I'm here, don't be afraid... let's go, I'll take you back to the dormitory..."

One big and one small returned the same way, and then all of them turned pale——

The children in the bedroom were covered with slender roots. They bit, scratched, and killed each other. The bloody corpses were all over the room. When they saw Paya and Cynthia, the survivors turned their faces and laughed cruelly. : "Who are you and why did you take my body away!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

……

"Master Qifa, what is this for?"

In the room engraved with secret texts, the girl was bathing naked in the thick dark blue pool water, and a skinny face reflected on the water surface.

"A ceremony for your chimera skills." The young purple-robed priest smiled gently, and stroked Cynthia's dry and thin long hair.

"Will my illness get better after the chimera skill?"

"Yes, it can help you grow faster and healthier."

"Where's the fat bucket? Where did he go? Recently, people always say that there is a monster that eats people in the castle. I'm worried about him..."

"The fat bucket is safe, he has obtained the approval of the Holy Father, and he has dedicated himself to a great goal," Qifa said softly like an April spring breeze, "Soon, Cynthia will also be blessed."

"Can I... go home after that?"

"Of course," Chifa smiled and walked out of the secret room, closing the door. "Heaven is where we all belong."

……

"Master Qifa, is it really worth doing this?" Paya trembled and stared at the black-robed priest in front of him, "This is inconsistent with the teachings of the Holy Church!"

"I take away their noble and pure vision, and bury the ugliness and filth deep in the ground. We burn for an end, the good will rise, and the evil will fall. There is a perfect order. Before that, someone has to burn, you are, and I am too. If someone is unwilling, we will help a little," Qifa looked at the nun with a dark side face, " Paya, I am glad that you can distinguish between good and evil, and your mercy will become the cornerstone of the kingdom of heaven."

"But... what's the point?"

"In order for the whole world to listen to the true faith, and to shepherd more lambs," Qifa's gentle face suddenly turned dark, "We must pay something if we want the mercy of the Holy Father to come to the world." Immediately, he laughed again Dao, "Compared with the alien gods in the sky, the merciful Father can protect more people from evil."

He threw Paya down and left towards the distance, high-spirited and arrogant: "I will be promoted to bishop soon, and you can worship under me at any time. [Parasitic Evil Beard] can capture more souls and help me speed up [ Taoyuan] is remodeled to [Heavenly Kingdom], but Cynthia's state is very unstable, you have the best relationship with her, please comfort her."

……

"Sister Paya! Paya...sister!" In the field of vision, slender fingers pinched the skinny neck, and the frail girl below was begging for mercy, "Did I...do something wrong...what...please ..."

"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!!!" Tears hit the girl's face, and the surrounding environment was gradually fading. Paia's [Taoyuan] spiritual veins dyed the surroundings into a torture chamber, and the shackles locked Cynthia, while the girl gasped. From its throat, octopus-like tentacles are crawling out, and fish gills are growing on its cheeks.

But where is Cynthia's opponent in Paya?

"boom!"

A red-hot forging hammer smashed into Cynthia's face from the sky.

"sorry……"

Paya staggered to her feet, dazed.

"Isn't it..."

Behind her unaware, beards grew out of the spine, as if they had been rooted for a long time.

"rise……"

404. Crime and Punishment

In the dream, when Paya lost her soul and said apologetic words, the roots growing on her back suddenly attacked Cloris, and the girl's consciousness was instantly strangled, and some kind of parasitic force was trying to invade her soul. .

Cloris hurriedly cut off the connection with the dream and returned to reality.

She couldn't confirm whether what she saw in the dream was [-]% real, or whether it was mixed with some crazy delusions.

If only from what he saw, the Paya in front of him might have fused two souls.

The girl named Cynthia, her spirit vein symbol is a root that can parasitize people. In several memory fragments, the girl's body is gradually withering, as if it is merging into the spirit vein symbol.Cloris couldn't tell if this was a sign of the out-of-control spiritual veins, or if the spiritual veins were inherently evil. In short, Cynthia was gradually becoming a "symbol", and therefore, Qifa fitted her with the fishy-smelling skills to make her "grow" more "healthy".

Paya wanted to ruin Cynthia's life for some unknown purpose, but strangely, in the last scene, she was clearly parasitized.Has it been like this for a long time, or are there hidden secrets in the process?

For example, Paya's memory is disturbed.

But no matter what, Cloris saw two symbols of spiritual veins, Paya's [Taoyuan] and Cynthia's [Parasitic Evil Beard], and they are coexisting in the body of the crazy priest in front of her at this moment?

"Ah...no...don't look..." Paya covered his forehead and rolled on the ground, "Lord, please burn me to bones with holy radiance, a sinner like me—"

Two spiritual symbols, does this mean that Paya has two sets of skills?

Cloris speculates that this may be one of the reasons why Paya went crazy. If she really confuses the souls of the two people, her crazy words will be explained.

Although the nun Paya in the dream was timid and blamed herself, she still dared to look Qifa directly in the eyes, and she was completely different from the present.

Cloris sighed. It is difficult for a lunatic of this level to be forcibly appeased through dream intervention.

So, the girl tried to say: "Paya, we punish crimes, but have you ever thought about rewarding your good deeds?"