I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

i had a fight with myself

"Your Highness Fran, not long ago, I thought hard all night, and finally analyzed that the ones who invaded the Black Forest Kingdom in the previous life were believers led by the God of Darkness."

On the carriage to the country of Flora, the magic mirror returned to Fran's side and tried to emphasize his guess to her.

"Yeah, okay." Fran said perfunctorily.

The Academy of Magic is still in the stage of teacher training and recruiting new students, and the Duke of Stington will manage the magic potion.

Nothing about her for now.

"You think, in the last life when you were not around, the demon god's soul fragments have been sealed in my body. After he got the other fragments, he must have sensed me and killed me!" The magic mirror told Fran his analysis.

"Hmm, yes."

After the three great nobles pieced together, they also spit out most of the things they swallowed in their stomachs in the past few years. After all, the planning book written by them on her side carefully listed their assets and related activities. industry.

With them as a precedent, other nobles will naturally fill in the missing parts quietly, and there will be no new movements from the nobles recently.

"Do you think so too? I knew you said that on purpose to the followers of the demon god. After all, you are a demon god who was framed and defeated by other gods. He has long been blinded by hatred. How could you be willing?" Magic Mirror From the very beginning, I felt that the God of Darkness was not a good god.

"Uh-huh."

Bai Xue's studies as an empress are also on the right track.

She also wrote down the things she needed to remember in her notebook and left them for her.

Fran snapped her fingers, she had considered everything she could think about before leaving, so there shouldn't be any omissions, right?

"Then, Your Highness Fran, what should we say, take advantage of the power of the Demon God not fully recovered, and find an opportunity to kill it?" The magic mirror suggested.

Fran, who had already filtered the sound of the magic mirror into the background, finally raised her gaze and focused on the magic mirror beside her: "What did you just say?"

Magic Mirror: "..."

"The stupid mirror said to let you find a chance to kill me." The figure of the dark god slowly gathered from the shadow of illusory, and appeared on the seat opposite Fran.

Mirror:!

Why didn't anyone tell the mirror that the Demon God is here? !

It was so frightened that its face disappeared directly into the smooth mirror. The whole mirror was like a silver plate. With the bumps of the carriage, it slid down the seat from the wall of the carriage against which it was leaning. It tapped a certain screw, and finally the mirror faced downwards. He hit the carpet in the compartment and began to play dead.

Hearing the words of the Dark God, Fran did not lose any color. She naturally picked up the mirror she was trying to escape from and put it back on the original seat.

"This mirror dreams and makes up stories every day. I'm used to it. Last time it told me that it has the ability to return to the past."

Fran took out the magic mirror after getting into the carriage, so the mirror naturally didn't know that the Dark God also went to the country of Flora with Fran.

It works hard to reduce its sense of existence: Can't see me, can't see me!

"Aren't you afraid that what it says is true?" The God of Darkness glanced at the magic mirror casually, and he naturally didn't care what the mirror said.

"What really? Will you destroy a country?" Fran heard the coachman tell her that she had arrived at her destination, "I am a black witch. No one knows how to destroy a country better than me. I'm not far off."

Dark God:?

……

The green vines in the setting sun are climbing on every part of the city wall, and the fiery red thorny roses are blooming in the brick seals.

After traveling for half a month, Fran finally arrived in the country of Flora.

The soldiers guarding the city learned that she was the king's guest and told her truthfully that she would not be able to reach the palace at this time.

"Why?" She looked up, and she could see the overview of this small country and the towering castle a few kilometers away at a glance.

"Because it's going to be sunset soon." The soldier guarding the gate answered her.

Influenced by the music box, people in this country go to sleep after sunset and wake up at sunrise.

It will be sunset soon, and she cannot reach the castle before then, which means that outsiders will also be affected by the music box.

Seeing the haggard gatekeeper, Fran didn't ask any more questions. She inquired about the nearest hotel and planned to settle down first.

She can withstand the power of the music box, but there's no point in arriving at the palace after everyone else is asleep.

After checking into the nearest hotel, Fran looked at the street in the distance.

It was getting dark soon, and there were no pedestrians on the road. The clock face of the clock tower in the distance was moving forward a little bit.

"This bright magic item feels more powerful than anything I've seen before, and it can actually affect people in a country." Fran knew that the magic mirror would protest when she heard it, but the Dark God was still there, so it didn't dare, "And a person who made me What's the point of a music box that people have nightmares about?"

Not surprisingly, this music box is a magic item that seals the soul of the Dark God.

It's just that the magic mirror can see every corner of the world, the magic comb can prolong the life of the owner and turn her hair into treasures, but a music box with nightmares, no matter from which angle you look at it, has something to do with the word "light". Not above.

"It doesn't rule out that the magic item has been modified." The Dark God said, leaning on the shadow in the room.

"Can fairy witches transform light magic props?" Fran was the first to hear that magic props could be transformed.

"As long as the strength is close to God." He replied, "Yes."

Oh, that seems impossible.

"It seems that the answer can only be obtained after finding the music box."

Watching the sky darken, Fran slowly closed the window.

She is unaffected by the Music Box and has plenty of time to search for it after dark.

The magic mirror was specially brought along for the convenience of finding it.

The people of this country shouldn't mind her taking away a music box that gives them nightmares.

Even if the fairy witch stops her, with her current magic, she can still try to fight.

After straightening out the plan, there was a creaking sound from the distant sky outside the window behind him.

The sound was like that of a clockwork winding up.

Round and round, and round and round, the sound gets heavier with each turn.

Bright magic!

Fran and the Dark God in the room looked at a certain point outside the window at the same time, the tower standing in the center.

The sound of the clockwork being tightened is amplified in this country through magic.

It's the same magic as the Valerian Maiden's speech.

The winding of the mainspring slowed down, and there was only a "ding", as if it could not move forward and released a little bit in the opposite direction.

In the next second, a rhythmic melody sounded, and the metal patch hit the sound tube, which was the music produced by the music box.

The God of Darkness has already walked to the window, and when the last ray of light from the sky dissipates, he will arrive at the tower as soon as possible.

"It turns out that it's not the magic item itself that can affect this country, but its melody is amplified by magic. I really think about it..."

The Dark God stopped in his tracks, and the voice behind him became weaker and weaker, gradually becoming as thin as a mosquito's sound.

Fran also felt that something was wrong with her. Under the protection of dark magic, she should not be affected by light magic.

Why are her eyelids trembling, and all the strength in her body is fading away.

At the boundary where her consciousness sank into a bottomless pit, she saw the dark god who was about to leave the room turned around, and a trace of astonishment flashed in his scarlet eyes.

Fran: ...Dark magic is really unreliable.

The sky and the land in the distance converged into a line, extending from the end of the line, there is a dense army of magicians, fairies, orcs and dwarves that can't see the end...

On her left and right were also warriors of various races.Holding various weapons in their hands, they confronted the enemy on the opposite side.

Behind him is the deep and silent black forest, but this silence has long been broken by this war.

They have no way to go back.

And above the sky in front of these fighters is the god they believe in.

He is like a beacon that strengthens their faith.

No one will shrink back, no one will be afraid, even if the enemy is thousands of times more than them.

For Him, they can fight to the death, but they will never back down.

She lowered her head and saw that she was dressed in a black robe, only a short distance away from the dark god who was facing her back in the air.

This dream was so real, the horns and shouts of battle were right next to my ears, louder and louder each time.

"Surrender, give up your black magic, give up your godhead, persuade your followers to submit to me, and you will not face any pain."

In the sky above the army in the distance, there is a dazzling light group. The figure in the light group is sacred and solemn, with pure bird wings behind it, and butterfly winged fairies flying beside it.

"What believers believe is not up to me to decide."

Fran heard the god in front of her say.

This scene reminded her of the legendary battle between the dark god and the light side when the dark god fell.

At this time, the voice of the Dark God came from Fran's ear: "The war hasn't started yet, you still have a chance to leave."

All the believers present heard it.

However, none of the believers left.

Fran didn't want to fight in the dream, but she could feel that she couldn't control her body to leave here at this moment.

As long as she has the slightest thought of wanting to leave, a strong resistance will spread in her body.

Suddenly, she felt something gently hitting her ankle.

"Baby?"

She didn't expect Xiao Bei to appear here.

It was obviously not the melody played by the same music box, but this ball of jelly mud seemed to know her. After she called out the name "Xiao Bei", it began to rub her with its body.

When the leaders of the two armies were meeting, a witch silently knelt down and picked up the black jelly mud on the ground.

"Why are you here?" Knowing that it would not answer her, Fleming added, "And how did you recognize me?"

Xiao Bei made a sniffing motion, and then rubbed against her arms again.

Fran: "..."

It turns out that this is not jelly mud, this is a dog...

The war started.

Magic and blades collided in the air.

Fran hugged Xiao Bei, and burned all the fur of a werewolf that rushed over to ashes.The naked werewolf looked down at himself, covered his body with his paws and moved towards the edge of the battlefield.

"Do you know how to get out of here?"

Fran looked down and found that Xiaobei was much more excited than she was. It swayed and jumped onto her shoulder, spit out a puddle of jelly, and covered a dwarf who was approaching quietly with an ax in its hand.

It shook itself and happily told Fran it didn't know.

"It looks like there's a black witch here."

Fran turned around and looked at the familiar figure standing in front of her.

No matter how coquettish and beautiful her face and lip color were, she couldn't erase the impression of that black-purple scarf in Fran's mind.

——The future fallen witch of the Black Forest, the real murderer who harmed Snow White, and the real evil queen "Fran" who has the same name as her in fairy tales.

She actually met the evil queen from centuries ago in this dream?

"Why do you follow a false god? He is darkness, a symbol of evil, and light is where you belong." Fran, who is still a fairy witch, said so.

"..."

If the Faerie Witch hadn't degenerated into a Dark Witch and betrayed the God of Light in the future, Fran might have made these words more believable.

Fran replied seriously: "Why are you fighting? How about studying magic potions together? After selling the money, you will be three and seven."

other side:?

Fran may not have enough experience in actual combat, but she reacts quickly.

While the other party was in a daze, a future black witch emerged from the flame of black magic in his hand.

The flame burned to the skin of "Flan"'s cheek, leaving a mark.

"My God, how dare you set fire to me, my skin is very precious!"

It seems that whether it is a fairy witch or a black witch, this "Fran" loves her skin equally...

The fairy "Fran" was angry, because her attainments in magic were higher than Fran's.

Both flame and plant growth magic were disintegrated by the magic of "Fran". Her light magic, as the rumors said, was pure and powerful.

It didn't take long for Fran to lose.

Another bright spell struck, Xiao Bei, who was cheering her up on her shoulder, blew herself into a ball angrily.

Leaping up from her shoulders, she hugged the incoming magic ball.

"Little Bei!"

Fran hugged Xiao Bei who was bounced back by the magic power.

There was a hole in the middle of its stomach, and the whole pool of crystal mud was soft.

"Whether it's the black witch, or the magical summons of the black witch, they can't resist the power of light." "Fran" said.

Just as she was about to get rid of the follower of the dark god in front of her, the fairy "Fran" suddenly found that she couldn't move her hands.

There was a black mass wrapped around her wrist.

She looked along the source, and found that this black mass turned out to be her own shadow.

Fran is not proficient in the dark magic of manipulating shadows, and she knows that she won't be able to stop him for long.

Holding Beckham in his arms, he turned around and ran towards the black forest behind him.

In the gap, she lowered her head and found that the jelly mud on other parts of Xiaobei's body began to fill in towards the black hole.

The whole little thing slowly began to recover.

However, "Fran", who was still a fairy witch at this time, did not intend to let Fran go.

After she broke free from the shackles of the shadow, she also chased after her.

On the way, she killed a dark believer by hand.

Not far away, believers of darkness and light were struggling, and in the air, black and white magical lights and shadows intertwined.

Fran heard the voice from the Dark God again: "Get out of here."

Still no one fled, and the believers fought with all their might.

At the same time, a strong emotion spread from the bottom of Fran's heart, she wanted to fight, she had to fight.

No, it's not her, it's the owner of this body.

This emotion seemed to trigger a switch in her body, and a strange force spread around her.

She could see the magic of the fairy "Fran" approaching her, but this bright magic was stretched infinitely before it touched her, and slowed down infinitely until it stopped.

Blood, battlefield, magic, everything is still in the dream.

Only Fulan stood on the edge of the battlefield.

This dream seems to be stuck?

……

Fran opened her eyes abruptly.

Beside the bed, the Dark God looked at her indifferently: "What did you dream about, I can't enter your dream."

Fran: "..."

She almost died in a dream, and the god came up and asked her what you dreamed.

"I dreamed about the war, the war between you and the God of Light."

After Fran finished answering, he saw that his expression was a little more serious than before.

"Why am I affected by the light props? And why do I dream about you?" Fran looked out the window and found that it was still dark.

Normally, the magic would last until dawn. Did she wake up early because the effect on her was not as severe as that of ordinary people?

"There is a possibility that the power of my soul fragments has affected the magic item." Judging from his expression, this answer is not very optimistic.

Fran blinked and quickly understood what he meant.

The original bright magic props were affected by the sealed soul fragments, and the dream presented was the image memory in the fragments.

"So my dream is a memory of your real experience?"

"It's very likely." He was noncommittal.

What was the dream in the music box before?

There are a lot of problems at once.

"Did you wake me up with magic?" Fran asked.

He moved his gaze to the tall tower in the distance outside the window: "I was about to stop that device, and you woke up."

So her awakening has nothing to do with him, it seems that her own resistance to magic played a role.

"But why can't you enter my dream?" Fran wondered.

Obviously the last time, he was like entering his own back garden.

"The pieces of my soul are resisting my entry," he explained. "I'll do damage to it by breaking in."

Fran said "oh", the dream just now felt too strong, and she hasn't recovered yet.

I don't know if Xiaobei will recover after she leaves.

It is now clear that the music box will cause people to have nightmares, at least in this country, the content of the dreams is affected by the dark god's soul fragments, and is related to his memory.

"What was the specific content of your dream?"

"..." Fran, "I had a fight with myself and was almost killed."

Dark God:? ? ?