[Rebirth Fantasy] Seven Dragons

The still space, the slow feeling of the body like being stuck in a quagmire, even with the disappearing power of the law of death, it is just a dying struggle.The woman with dark purple hair in a black cloak stretched out her hand to Mesaka from a distance, her fingers gradually closed, the feeling of being oppressed by the air made Mesaka gradually unable to breathe, blood gradually flowed out from the mouth, nostrils, ear holes, and eye sockets, and thoughts began to flow. It became muddled, with a feeling of lightness.

"Are you going to die here..."

The space-time dragons are the long-lived race created by Yasha. Their terrifying innate ability and mastery of time and space make them extremely powerful existences from birth. Except for the elemental dragons that have been conferred gods, most other The existence of the strong race should be avoided.

Sirona watched the girl who was about to be killed by herself, and suppressed the inexplicable emotions in her heart. She tried her best to keep herself rational, and completed her task rationally and calmly - clearing away all possible unknowable effects on time and space. individual or being.

Mutant Prominence!

The surroundings imprisoned by Sirona's power of time and space became blurred, which was the ablation and assimilation of another dimension to the plane of reality she was currently in.A faint mist filled the air, accompanied by the sound of rattling chains, and Mesaka's body glowed with purple light, which was the manifestation of Sirona's space-time power, but that purple light seemed to be suppressed by something It was as if it was standing still, becoming extremely dim, and the purple light flickered as if it was about to be shattered at any time.

The surrounding fog became thicker, and the sound of the chains became shorter.Sirona gritted her teeth tightly, her face was already covered with dense dragon patterns, and she looked very strenuous.Sirona insisted on completing the task, but obviously under the interference of that kind of external force, the ability she exerted on Mesaka was too weak to cause any harm to Mesaka.

Sirona opened her mouth angrily, and a sound wave that other creatures could not receive at all spread out. It was the howling of the space-time dragon clan when they were angry, "Long!" She screamed so much.

The black cloak, leather armor, leather pants, leather boots, and other clothes were all torn apart, and a giant purple dragon revealed a huge figure in the mist. Immediately afterwards, those deep purple eyes looked deeply at the creature that had been killed. The comatose Mesaka, who was entangled in chains, took a look, and then broke through the fog and flew away.

That kind of mist is another dimensional plane. The space somewhere in the real plane is distorted, as if being spit out. The almost naked Sirona, whose body is partially covered by fine purple dragon scales, is squeezed out. After landing, Sirona Panting with a complicated expression, he stood up.

On Sirona's face was the anger that the task was blocked, but there was also a complex emotion of relief that she didn't want to touch in her heart.

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Mesaka didn't know where she was, and her thinking ability was difficult to function as if she was stuck in a quagmire. She shook her head, opened her eyes absently, shrouded in mist, her body seemed to be moving, as if she was in a dream, and the dream seemed to be Being sucked by a nightmare, it becomes more ethereal, more unreal, magical, poisonous, fragile and enchanting.

Cruel look.

This was Mesaka's first impression of what he saw after regaining his thinking ability.Not numb cruelty, but cruelty with a deeper touch after witnessing everything.

It was one eye, a crimson pupil.Coquettish, profound, cold, frightening, not treating people as human beings, as if watching those spoiled and solidified plot trends in front of the TV screen.That look of pity that sees through everything.

The beauty is hard to remember.The beauty is so quiet, it seems that even the air is broken and flying like flakes, which is suffocating.

Afterwards, Messaka's vision also became clear. The one with that beautiful eye, but what caught Messaka's eyes was just a doll.

Delicate but stiff face, open and close mouth bound by silk thread, twisted and exaggerated puppet body entangled by small floating chains, but that eye, which is obviously a different crimson from the right eye of a puppet's prosthetic eye The left eye, however, seems to contain countless fascinating emotions.

The doll’s eyes rolled, and its eyes flicked across Mesaka’s cheeks. Its mouth opened and closed, and it made a strange, stiff, emotionless voice, “You’re awake.”

House of Time.

After struggling to support himself, the dazed Mesaka recognized where he was.

The House of Time is a very strange shop, which sells many rare items (including magic items and even artifacts), and accepts many strange commissions.Because of the shop owner's unfathomable strength, he is feared and flattered by the top leaders of various forces.There are branches all over the place, and the owners of the branches are all kinds of strange-shaped dolls.But the condition to enter is to have a strong desire.

In her previous life, Messaka had a strong desire to revive Wei, and she also entered a branch store, where the owner of the branch store was an even weirder doll than the one in front of her at present—a doll with a mutilated arm, as real as an elf Exquisite female body, with sewn eyes and mouth on the delicate and beautiful face, what Mesaka bought in that shop at that time was a broken artifact that contained the law of death, and what she paid for was her own body. human body.

Messaka rubbed his forehead and found that there were no injuries on his body, but he understood that this place cannot be recognized by common sense, so he didn't feel weird about anything that happened here. "This is the House of Time? Are you the store manager here?"

"I'm Long."

"Long?" Mesaka heard for the first time that the doll shop owner of the House of Time still has a name, whether it is someone she has come into contact with, or heard from other powerful existences or recorded in books, the House of Time The owner of the puppet shop seems to be a group of emotionless dolls, who just follow certain rules to trade with creatures or undead who have entered the House of Time.They are collectively referred to as "store managers".

"How did I get in? Did you save me?"

"I didn't save you...it was your subconscious desire to be resurrected that brought you here." The puppet calling itself Long opened and closed its mouth to deceive Mesaka, but never expected The owner of the house can also lie, and Mesaka subconsciously believed the other party's words.

"Hope to be resurrected? You mean me..." Mesaka looked at Long in disbelief filled with astonishment.

Long, who closed her crimson left eye, looked at Mesaka with only the green puppet eye without any emotion, and said, "You are dead... now you only have soul."

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"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow Weeping deeply, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, it was the little maid Lily who had been following Messaka all the time.And Tiya stood beside her and hugged her, her lips were tightly pressed, and there were bloodstains and tooth marks on her lips.

Yiwen Jielin looked haggard, lost most of her former elegance, and barely talked to the strong men sent by the Grand Duke, and occasionally passed by servants who were frightened and doing things carefully.

And on the open space in front of Violet's house, there is Mesaka's bloody corpse, which was crushed to death by force.

An atmosphere of sadness and fear enveloped the entire Violet Mansion, and the news of Messaka's death quickly spread in the city, breaking Isabel's festive New Year's atmosphere.

Hidden in the gap between time and space, Sirona also looked at the corpse of Mesaka placed there with complicated eyes. She who attacked the girl head-on could confirm that it really belonged to the girl's corpse, and such scars were indeed what her attacks can do.

It turns out that Long didn't save her... Sirona didn't know what kind of mood she was in now, she felt the ease of completing the task, but also had inexplicable anxiety and emptiness.

She took out the stone carving of Lanniao from her bosom, it was the only thing outside her body that she still tried her best to protect when she was escaping the attack from Long, she could feel the real killing intent from Long at that time, at that time, for some reason, That dragon really wanted to kill her.And in the situation where she might die, what she still misses is this small object.

"It used to be cold in winter and rain in summer." Sirona murmured with her mouth open, singing the song she heard from the girl at that time. She didn't know what kind of mood it was, tears overflowed from her eyes , and drew two tear stains on her cheeks.

And the girl's words that day echoed in her ears, and they really echoed at that time. It was the girl's voice that she captured from the past with the power of time and space.

【I think you misunderstood something. I bought this to give to the friend next to me who wanted it. 】

"Your voice is warm and warm in the distance in autumn..." Sirona was still singing, and Mesaka's voice was still ringing.

【Like this Arashi bird, I am doing what I want to do】

"You said that there was a vast expanse of white snow behind the house at that time..." Sentences overlap each other.

[Although doing what one wants to do may not necessarily be called freedom, freedom must be doing what one wants to do. 】

"There is a golden flag fluttering in the wind in the valley..."

[New Year is coming, foreigners who are here]

"I saw a mountain eagle flying over the lonely two fish..."

[New Year is coming, foreigners who are here]

"Two fish crossing a river salty as the sea..."

[New Year is coming, foreigners who are here]

"A river falls and meets people broken..."

[New Year is coming, foreigners who are here]

"People walk with the ashes of eagles..."

"Ah--!!!" Sirona's purple dragon pattern suddenly appeared on the surface of her body, she raised her head and screamed, the sound waves belonging to the space-time dragon clan caused turbulence in the space she was in.

"Sirona!" Two purple dragons appeared in the void, "Sirona!" They revolved around Sirona and called.

"The future, why is the future doomed--" The purple dragon pattern on Sirona's body glowed scarlet strangely.

"Sirona!" Her companions tried their best to maintain the turbulent space and shouted at her.

"What exactly are we guarding--" The scarlet light on Sirona's body became more and more dazzling, faintly devouring the purple that should belong to the dragon pattern on her body.

"Sirona! Stop your thoughts! You're going to fall!!"

"Freedom, where is the freedom in this world--"

Just when the red light on Sirona was about to erupt, the other two space-time dragons finally stabilized the turbulent space, turning into a man and a woman and appearing beside Sirona.The two held Sirona on the left and right and disappeared in an instant.

On the other side of the continent, Victoria suddenly fell to the ground clutching her heart.

The author has something to say:

Today's rain makes me feel better physically and mentally.

First update today.

Volume one is over.

Volume [-]: The Quiet Place--Heles