Teresa won't starve

632 "Don't get me wrong, she's just greedy"

Considering that it will be dark soon, it is not safe to drive in such a place with many cliffs at night. In addition, it is relatively close to the sea, and it may suddenly rain at any time.

Alyssa found a temporary shelter that could shelter from the wind and rain, and started cooking to prepare dinner for herself—Teresa couldn't get used to the food here, so she didn't prepare her portion.

After seeing Alyssa getting busy again, Teresa thought about it and proposed to go out for a walk; Alyssa told her not to go too far, and remember to come back before dark.

Teresa walked out of this area on foot.

I came to an open space surrounded by a flock of pigeons, and fed the birds with the food scraps I carried with me.

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After such a boring feed for a while, Teresa raised her head and looked at Miss AI beside her:

"Fimilis, how big is this continent?"

"[Confirmed] Of course it is huge, unimaginably huge. 』

"..."

Teresa didn't know if there was something wrong with the description of 'big' for 'Fimilis'.

At a walking speed of 120 kilometers per hour, even if you don't rest at all, you can only walk [-] kilometers a day, not to mention that it is impossible for people not to rest.

Even if Alyssa is affected by her blood and possesses superhuman stamina and physical strength, the distance she can actually travel varies up and down, but the number will not vary too much.

In other words, within a few days, at most, it will be less than a thousand kilometers.

Then the question comes-

Go east from a post in the south, or walk along the seashore in the direction of the original road, and walk from the extreme south to the extreme east after only a thousand kilometers... Is this the mainland?This is the island!

Teresa didn't want to care about these at first, the problem is that it's too insulting to IQ.

"Fimilis, do you remember my original name?"

『[Definitely] The captain's name is Teresa!Why are you asking this? 』

"Ugh!"

Theresa stretched out her left hand and rubbed her side face vigorously: "My name is Theresa, but this answer is wrong!"

Generally speaking, 'Femilice' either answers 'The captain's name is Teresa Apocalypse', or 'Femilice doesn't know the captain's original name', both of which can be counted as correct answer.

The only thing that can only be said is the name, which cannot be said by an AI whose main logic is rigor—even if this AI is a joke. (Fimilis: ...)

『[Question] Femiris is sure that the captain's name is Teresa. 』

"Okay, stop pretending!" Teresa looked up at the blond ghost, who was taller than herself even if she wasn't floating, and asked, "Who are you?"

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This is an old house in Solace Outpost, which has been in disrepair for a long time.It can be seen from the moldy moss on the top that this old house has not been taken care of for some years.

But few people know that this old house, which looks like no one is patronizing on the outside, is actually as clean and tidy as a new house inside.

And there are still four people living in this house.

To be precise, the two were sleeping, and the two were standing aside to observe them sleeping.

One of them, a woman wearing a blue-black cloak, covered most of her face by a hood, and could only see the flaming red lips below her nose, used her fingernail to paint purple, and touched one of them, which looked like a child Girl's cheeks.

In that gentle movement, there is an unconcealable love.

But it's not a love for cute girls, nor a love for beautiful things, but a very abstract and creepy obsession that transcends mere possession and is instead a morbid obsession.

Then, perhaps afraid that her nails would scratch her cheek, this strange woman had to force herself to move her hand away and look at another 'companion'.

"Why is it still not good? It's just a little girl, and it takes so long?"

However, the companion didn't answer her question, but just raised his head, looked at her with those dull gray eyes, and then put his hand on the petite girl's head again.

And at the wrist of that hand are as many as six circuits, the color of which is like a translucent hard crystal.

With the release of a wonderful energy in the circuit, particles like stardust fall down; with every breath of the little girl, it will drill from her nasal cavity into the airway, and finally enter the brain through the blood, affecting her sleep in sleep. Sanity.

It is an aggression against which almost no one can resist.

Logically speaking, after so many days of high-intensity 'brainwashing', the little girl's own will should no longer exist, and she should have become a body that anyone can occupy.

But actually no.

The little girl was still dreaming, a dream that had been arranged.

This makes the witch find it difficult to understand:

"Why is this happening? How can a girl who has not awakened Xian and carries no relics on her body resist the power of 'White'?"

The girl next to her is named 'Bai', a rare six-fold string warlock; and her attribute is still a colorless diamond, and her ability is manifested in the form of manipulating dreams, and finally makes those who fall into the dream get lost in the dream.

This has already been fulfilled in the companions around the little girl——

The double string warlock was completely lost with little resistance, and she only needed a little extra effort to make him die in the dream and lose consciousness.

The reason why she hasn't touched her is that she was worried that the little girl who was having the same dream would find out something, which caused her to spend some more time to deal with the little girl, so she kept procrastinating.

What's more, the witch's goal from the beginning was just a little girl, and it doesn't matter whether the girl is there or not.

But the witch did all her calculations and failed to figure out that the little girl's resistance to dreams was so strong that she was dreaming as if she hadn't been affected much until now. This made the witch couldn't help being a little curious about what she dreamed in the dream.

But it's a pity.

Although the Witch of a Thousand Faces has the title of "Incarnation of Thousand Faces", she also has many puppets with various abilities; but these puppets are just human shells without thinking. Your own consciousness is implanted in these bodies.

Therefore, things cannot be seen from the perspective of the caster.

He could only stand on the side, watching 'Bai' like a robot, rigidly executing his own orders.

633 "The Chasing Soldiers Arrive"

Seeing the 'Fimilis' above fell into silence, Teresa couldn't help recalling the abnormalities of the past few days.

First of all, after falling asleep, she will not dream again, that is, she will not enter the dream with "A Lin" again, but will sleep until dawn after a long absence.

It made her a little uncomfortable at the beginning, and even since then she has noticed something is wrong.

But because of 'no need to work overtime at night', she can completely relax her brain and stop thinking about sleep, which is really very comfortable for her who has been staying up all night for several years.

So much so that this detail was forgotten for a while.

Now that I think about it carefully, Teresa understands that this is nothing but self-deception.

Because there are only two possibilities if I don’t want to dream of Ah Lin——

One, she didn't sleep;

Two, she was in a dream.

Regardless of the former or the latter, it is enough to explain the problem.

But Teresa herself doesn't want to wake up, even the most obvious small abnormality will be ignored by her subconsciously; if the other party can create this dream more carefully, and Teresa's cooperation can completely make her fall a little longer.

However, he made a mistake that cannot be miscalculated——

Shorten the distance of weeks, months, or even years to just a few days; this is a very common phenomenon in dreams characterized by absurdity and illogicality, and even most dreamers cannot perceive this abnormality.

It's a pity that Teresa is like a person in a lucid dream, and it is impossible to be fooled by such common sense mistakes.

The only one who can deceive her is herself.

But obviously, she no longer intends to play with the other party anymore.

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real world.

"Why is she still resisting? Why is she still resisting!?"

Miss Witch has made 'Bai' try her best, but the result is just not satisfactory, still unable to make the target's consciousness indulge in dreams, so 'Bai' can't make the target's consciousness die in beauty or pain.

And her ability can only control a mindless body, a conscious body is useless to her at all.

Of course, Miss Witch also knows that this kind of resistance is only temporary after all, as long as she spends a little more time, she can always get the result she wants.

But for some reason, Miss Witch was inexplicably flustered, always feeling that something big was about to happen.

"Tsk!"

Miss Witch struggled for a while, and finally chose a safe approach: "Bai, stop for a while. Leave here immediately, and wait for the transfer to another place—"

boom! !

Before Miss Witch finished speaking, she felt the whole old house vibrate.With a loud noise from the left side, the wall that had been strengthened by her from the inside broke an irregular gap about 2 meters in diameter.

Even Miss Witch herself was hit by the flying gravel, and there was a burst of pain in many places all over her body.Fortunately, she turned her back in time to take most of the pain and used her arms to shield her head and avoid brain damage.

But even so, an uncontrollable anger still arose in Miss Witch's heart.

"White!!!"

After hearing this order, the gray-haired girl intelligently walked towards the hole, taking the place of Miss Witch to see what was going on outside.

However, the moment she approached the hole, a thick arm grasped the gray-haired girl's neck with that wide hand from the depths of the dust that hadn't dissipated, and lifted it up.

When the gray-haired girl encountered this situation, her movements stopped for a moment, and then, driven by her survival instinct, she tried to free herself from the imprisonment of this arm.

With a crisp 'click' sound, the gray-haired girl's head tilted to the side powerlessly, and the whole person completely stopped all previous movements, allowing the owner of this arm to hold it in the air.

"White!?"

Miss Witch looked at the 'dead' gray-haired girl, and couldn't believe that a six-fold string warlock could be killed so easily.Even because of the limitation of ability, the gray-haired girl can hardly play a role in direct and indirect battles.

But even if she only relied on physical strength, the gray-haired girl was enough to fight a demon alone.

Such a person can be crushed to death with one hand?

634 "Awakening (Physical)"

"What a joke!!!"

Even if it happened right in front of her eyes, Miss Witch couldn't accept such a fact.

"Humph! Stupid!"

A young and energetic male voice, with an irrefutable and unquestionable tone, came from the dust cloud near the hole.Then a tall human-shaped shadow gradually became clear: "Trying to rely on the power of strings to fight against demons is in itself a kind of excessive arrogance!"

"You, you, you are—!?"

When the dust mist was drawn away from the hole in the old house with the breeze, the figure covered by a cloud of dust was revealed.

He has a half-inch hairstyle and wears a mask like an eyepatch, but it can't cover his thin face. In contrast, his bare upper body looks extremely muscular.

The only complete clothing on his body is the pair of white trousers on his lower body.

Generally speaking, it is not a fancy dress, but few people would wear it, because the combination of this color dress and mask represents an extremely large organization on this road.

Its name is—

"—Holy, holy..."

Miss Witch was so trembling that she could hardly utter a complete sentence. Anyone who knew enough about this place would understand how terrifying that seemingly bright and sacred place actually was.

The young priest didn't have time to listen to Miss Witch's nonsense, so he directly grabbed the opponent's head with his broad palm, and lifted Miss Witch up with a terrifying force that could crush human bones.

"Ah cough...stop it! Let me cough..."

Pain and dizziness swept through his mind unstoppably, but what was more terrifying than this was the pressure of death.Miss Witch could only try her best to break the restraint of her palm, while coughing the blood overflowing from her mouth and nose, begging for mercy.

However, the priest didn't even look at her, but moved her away from the front like an object, and looked at the little girl lying on the wooden bed.

Then he threw it away and threw the old house out of the hole: