Everyone Loves Gentle Township [Quick Transmigration]

What exactly is projected in the mirror?

Only Campa knows this secret, and even Devon, the demon who claims to be able to see through all secrets, has no right to know, unless it can pass the dark god's restriction first.

The "mirror" is not a copy, and Campa can't reproduce it exactly, because every monarch has the possibility of challenging the status of the dark god, and there is naturally a certain degree of shielding.

So what he reproduced was not the ability itself, but the ability feedback.

Dark creatures like to eat the pain and despair in the world, and before Jidori appeared, their abilities were reflected by the mirror, which became the best food for Campa.Originally, I like to play right and wrong and fight for power. After the feedback, there is almost no change. I can even analyze it and extract the original form of the ability bit by bit.

Campa has operated in this way, without exception, for thousands of years.

Until Zhiniao appeared.

No one knows how long this new power has been sealed off by itself in Campa's own jurisdiction.Those unrelieved, burning and never-ending desires, the feedback of mad love turned out to be supreme joy.

The unprecedented feeling made him panic immediately.

It reads the appearance of the capable person, and locks itself in a small room surrounded by huge mirrors.

Looking at that face, a sincere sense of fear climbed from the bottom of Campa's heart.

It tried to make expressions on the mirror, cold and intoxicated, all of which made him fall into a deep trap.After careful calculation, it is indeed the first to understand the frightening aspect of this ability.

It is not a subject in Ashmon's territory, it dreams unscrupulously in its own territory, is continuously affected by the ability to control birds, and accepts it passively.

Every moment is maintained at the top, a fatal attraction that can never be eased.

The ghost knows how it ran all the way from its own territory to Ashmon, and even had to carefully disguise in front of Devin so as not to be discovered.

It said to Joshua that it was there to "appease", and it was right.But Campa didn't appease any other humans, nor did he want to tarnish anyone's reputation—although it did think so badly—he appeased himself, hiding the secret that he wanted to be favored by Zhidiao.

For every person in the world who loves Zhidiao deeply, the more it can feel, the more it will explode.For more time, Campa pretended to be unruly, unrestrainedly explaining himself, using mirrors, rivers, and everything that can see him.

But it knows in its heart that only Zhiniao himself can alleviate the demands of those admirers.

It is a fluke, assuming that the owner of this ability is no different from those men and women who can despise at will, Campa will definitely snatch him away while Ashmon is not paying attention, and then do everything possible to solve the mirror image feedback that makes it extremely sad .

But the moment he saw a real person, he became desperate, sober and rational. Unlike other ability users, his appearance was the opposite of his magic pattern ability.

People who exude seduction are not driven by their own charm.

Isn't this the simplest truth?

But Campa couldn't bear it anymore, and used the most extreme look he could use, longing for the other party to become like himself. It confirmed that the Son was shaken for a moment.

Just a little.

It was not he who collapsed first, but Campa.

After it actually came into contact with the body of the Holy Son, the deepest fear completely enveloped it.

All the beings present thought that it was just its crazy performance, anyway, it was so arrogant in the past.However, only Campa himself knows that those "performances" are its truest response, the longing that has been suppressed all the way.

This fear and longing reached its peak in Jitori's warm smile.

fall into hell.

"Your mirror doesn't project my abilities." Jitori approached calmly, and the closer he got, the more he found that the other party was trembling more, and things seemed to be going in a direction that he didn't expect but was quite good.

"No." Is there anyone to save it? The madness of those admirers is about to completely destroy its spirit, wandering back and forth on the edge of reason, and even more extreme things, the Holy Son actually reached out and touched it.

It looks like a little quail, is this the last layer of protection of the Dark God?

Why does it seem that something is not right.

Osamu, who had no concrete idea of ​​the obsession he had caused, stretched out his hand and poked it.After poking it, Campa yelled, but the sound was not so normal, and the exposed skin turned red visibly, as if dyed with powder.

Too much, too much!

The ability to make this kind of mess has already made it hard to touch it.

Campa was on the verge of tears, and every touch brought more pleasure than he could have imagined.

"No, I am a believer in the Dark God."

"I am the most loyal..."

"It is the Dark God who gave me the value of existence."

Countless words floated in its mind, but how could it resist the monster's instinct?Irregularity and rebellion are not their pursuits.

Thoughts start to clutter.

Existence values ​​start to shift.

The fascinating magic makes it frightened, but it is this fear that makes it more fascinated, like a never-ending vortex, it is involved in it, without any ability to resist.

It has no power at all, and all its power comes from other kings, but who will tell it whether to crush its indulgent desires with rage or bombard them with powerful weapons?

There is absolutely no way!

No matter what you do, you are just adding fuel to yourself in hell.

Campa didn't know what he said or shouted, he only knew betrayal, warmth and fear, no matter which one told him not to escape.

I'm really sorry, Lord Dark God.

"Please touch me, please touch me more, Lord Son!" Why not indulge?

The last protection lock, in the end, was reduced to be similar to those crazy admirers outside.

Born from the flower of evil, each petal is intoxicating to the dark creatures. From then on, everything in Campa is created by Jitori.

Like a cat that has sucked catnip, it tore off the illusion of covering up its journey, and showed all its love to the Son in front of the mirror.Similar body, same face, endless madness flickered in Campa's eyes, and it did what it hadn't done before: climbed up Zhitiao's waist, and gently rubbed the exposed magic pattern.

Permissions have been taken over.

The system looked at this transition indifferently, and put aside its previous doubts. It just wanted to interview Campa, who is a monarch of the same rank, how does it feel to change jobs?

It looks pretty good.

The system doesn't have the eyes to continue reading, and if I continue reading, I'm afraid that I won't be able to keep up with my nutrition.

Ever since following Zhiniao, a young and good system has been on the verge of a heart attack every day, for fear that one day he will be killed by some ramming deer.

It is also not easy.

Forget it, let's congratulate Ashmon first, I am happy to have a rival +1.

If every time a love rival is obtained, a hair can be added correspondingly, the system dares to guarantee that Ashmon will definitely become the most hairy monster in the world.

If even Campa cannot resist, it is almost equivalent to that other monarchs cannot stop it. The coming of the Dark God is inevitable, and the replacement of the Dark God seems inevitable.

Except for some small tricks emerging one after another, nothing can catch the eye.

The main city had already fallen, and Qiu Fei did have some tricks. He asked the knights to obey his orders before Fei Suo returned.Ferry and Joyle were accused of disqualification, and Joshua's whereabouts were unknown. Indeed, only Qiu Fei could be the last hope.

With the forest as the center, he exposes the crimes in the main city today, and hopes that all those who still have expectations can gather around him.

There are too many people with nowhere to go, displaced, aimless, squeezed like walking dead, moving forward with their eyes closed.And what Qiu Fei did was to make those who closed their eyes look directly at the light.

Just as the part revealed to Zhidiao by the system, darkness is raging on this continent.

[The Holy Son is disqualified, and the Dark God spreads from the mainland with endless darkness, like thorns winding around a tower, piercing every believer of the God of Light in this world. ]

It seems that soon, as long as the new Holy Son succeeds to the throne and dedicates all of himself, the story will end.

Abandoning the others, Qiu Fei stood alone in the magic circle carved by Lord Shengzi himself, feeling the pure light caressing his face.

"Is this okay?" He closed his eyes and asked in a low voice.

Reciting the psychic spell, the cold white light condensed around Qiu Fei until a vague figure appeared, and praised him in a gentle voice: "Very good, Qiu Fei, you did a good job." Covered with joy.

It was Yudmian.

After he gradually regained his clarity, Zhitiao made this request: Go and see for yourself, without gods, how far the human beings you love can go in pursuit of light.

He did see it.

Those who, like him, have always loved the light.

He saw those people encouraging each other on the battlefield against the filthy beast, using each other as crutches when the other's leg was broken, and then begging the light mages "be gentle" while wailing.

Of course, the result was an annoyed reply: "I am treating injuries and cannot replace anesthetics, so don't be rash next time if you are so afraid of pain!"

He saw those hesitant individuals, who were at a loss in the warm atmosphere like him, and didn't know whether to eat the wild vegetables and berries that the knights and mercenaries found.

Then it was directly stuffed into the mouth by the person next to him: "Why are you standing still? There are other things to do after eating early. Is it because the herbs don't need to be pounded or the children don't need to take care of them?"

"Of course the child doesn't need to be taken care of anymore!" The little girl on the side said angrily, "I can go to learn the art of light from the archmage, and my brother is still here to coax the child~"

When he was hanged on the gallows made by countless stigmas as a disqualified son, when he was in despair because of those souls who could not extricate themselves from sinking into sin, there were other people who were still chasing the original belief—— The purest, most primitive belief that has not been distorted by anyone.

And there will be more and more.

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