[Rebirth Fantasy] Seven Dragons

The forest wind blows the dead leaves, the sun in the winter afternoon swayed with the faint tree shadows, the smell of blood permeates in the damp and cold air, and the sword light dazzles dazzlingly.

Mind control is one of the best spells of those high-level necromancers who manipulate souls and hearts in Horace, and one of the most resentful spells among holy court soldiers.But when the involuntary pulling force pulled his body, powerlessness and more fear flooded Theron's heart.

This is no longer what mind control can do - control a paladin who is infinitely close to the legendary realm.

The face gradually became old, and the true face covered by the secret technique was revealed. Theron was terrified, watching the power he had always been proud of beheading... his companions on this trip.

The blood of the younger generation stained his hands, front, and face, and the hard heart that belonged to the warrior couldn't help but crack, and he even had the nausea and fear that he hadn't felt for a long time, the first time he killed someone when he was a teenager.

I feel sick...

And that indifferent girl, an indifferent girl who didn't match her appearance at all, was indifferent to all of this.

As she said, it's just an enemy...

In the period of time slightly ahead, the ignorance, stupidity and overreach that I and others thought belonged to girls were actually the unconscious indifference of girls who were used to looking down on others from a height.

The body was out of control, but the occasional glimpse of the girl's eyes made Theron involuntarily think of a great existence that he had been lucky enough to glimpse.

God's Grace Sea, God's Mighty Mountain.Those eyes that were obviously completely different showed the same indifferent gaze.

"My lord saint!" The almost blasphemous thought made Theron's faith almost collapse, and he yelled out with the last ounce of strength that Theron could master. Unlimited fear.

Following Theron's shout, a confrontational momentum suddenly burst out from the farther wall.The sudden light illuminates this world, colliding with the darkness that also rises almost at the same time.

But the irony is that all people and everything that exists on the surrounding land are reduced to powder at the moment when the two forces collide.

Infinite light and darkness were the last sight these priests and Luo Zuo saw.

Throwing Nana, who was originally in his arms, on the ground, those indifferent and sacred golden vertical pupils looked at the mysterious girl, and the indifferent voice that was completely different from the weak and helpless before came out from the mouth of the saint with a strange rhythm. : "Spider Goddess Asha..."

Asha, the spider goddess, is both Asha and not Asha.She was recognized as herself by the dragon of order, but compared with Asha who was recuperating in the corner of the moon, she was a newborn consciousness with independent thinking, controlling the death law of the main plane.

But the girl is no longer Asha. "My name is Aya. Your Highness Elrath." Aya said.

Saint, or should I say Elrath pondered for a moment, "Is it the will of the law of death on the alien plane?"

"Your Highness Aya, what is the meaning of your coming here?" The golden vertical pupils glowed faintly, and Elrath's tone was a little oppressive.

"If we exist, there is no requirement to report our whereabouts to each other. His Royal Highness Alrath will come here even if he might use up a container. What does he seem to be doing?"

Even a saint who can accommodate the law of light and control this power can barely borrow this god-given power.It is unbearable for a mortal body to directly let a god possess a body.

"What's more, now, you are not my opponent!" Aya's whole eyes became as black as ink, and she looked at Elrath with an even more violent aura.

One is reluctantly descended and possessed in a temporary container, and the other has a compatible body. Even if Aya is suppressed by her original main body, the spider goddess Asha, on the main plane to a certain extent, the strength she can exert is even stronger than the current one. Elrath in the state is stronger.

"Whether it is inherited from Asha's will or in my own position, I don't want to be your enemy. After all, we have made the same choice, even though we are now walking on the opposite path." Winning and wanting to fight are two different things, not to mention that even if he can kill the saint in front of him, it will not affect Elrath at all.

Moreover, the most important thing is that even if the relationship between Aya and Elrath is tense due to some reasons at the moment, they are not enemies worth fighting.Even in a certain respect, Aya (representing the spider goddess Asha), Elrath, Eras and Sa-Ailan, compared with other dragon gods, they have a deeper connection and understanding with each other.

"Huh--I admit that guy Eras, and I also admit that the newcomer Sa-Ailan, but, no matter you or the spider goddess Asha, your actions are defilement of what I love."

"The thing you love... Your shocking appearance made the believers who believed in you disappear in the world. Is this your love for the thing you love?" Aya sarcastically said.

"Their souls will always be by my side." Elrath said flatly without getting angry.

In fact, the power that erupted when the god descended was already the limit of Elrath's best efforts, but the pure nature of the law of light still destroyed everything around him, except Nana, who was strongly protected by the consciousness of the saint at the beginning.

"It seems that the contradiction between you and us cannot be reconciled..."

Elrath nodded as a matter of course, "Humanity now only needs one voice. Isn't this the only place where we can reach a consensus? No matter what you have bestowed on human beings, those things are no longer available. Support humanity moving forward."

Aya suddenly laughed, annoyed by Elrath's unreasonable remarks, "Ah la la, I still thought you came out to communicate with me, but did you just come here to provoke me? It's really boring to follow you, an old man who chews on words, so get out if you're fine."

Aya, who is getting more and more used to this sentence of body and human identity, rolled her eyes and issued the order to evict the guest.

Elrath took one last look at Aya, the golden vertical pupils gradually faded, and finally disappeared completely - this is the embodiment of the saint's loss of the ability to receive divine grace.

Without Elrath's support, Nana's body fell limply on the barren land.Aya thought for a while, and wanted to take a step forward.

However, at this moment, Nana, who had woken up, was already aware that Aya was going to be unfavorable to Sheng, and rushed towards him with a loud shout. Sheng fled to the distance.

"Well, it has nothing to do with others anyway, it's the end of that old thing's random possession." Seeing the back of the woman running away with the girl in her arms, Aya thought indifferently, even if Mesaka had some human emotions , but after all, Aya is still an indifferent god.

The cold wind blows the desolation after a hustle and bustle, and Aya, who just used her memory to search, walked forward towards the place she knew.

On the same wet and cold forest path, not too far away, on another land belonging to the Gnostics, Tia just sent a wave of people who were after her to steal money or even sex, killed some and released them. Some, try to avoid such troublesome things as much as possible.

The beautifully decorated pure white cloak that subconsciously made her look more beautiful when she left has been put away by Tiya.She didn't quite understand why she came out dressed like that, swaggering past this kind of place like a rookie.

But when she put it away, she still kept it carefully, thinking that she could wear it for others to see.

Wear it for people to see...

Tiya, who had changed into a gray cloak to cover her body, suddenly saw the figure of the person who was no longer there in her mind.

Obviously no longer there.

What exactly are you looking forward to.

What can you see when you come out.

Are you a fool yourself?

I really want to go back.

I...what the hell am I doing now...

The young girl who had faded most of her youthfulness sat on the broken carriage with her legs folded, accompanied by the sound of squeaking wheels, and drove towards the location identified by the Violet Principality's spies.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is a bit short.Let's bury some hidden clues.Recently, all the outlines until the end have been made.With the current update situation, it really feels like a long way to go. ． ．

Well, I don't know if there will be another chapter on New Year's Eve.Let's drop the beginning of the science fiction suspense article written during this period.In my spare time, my brain can't stop thinking about this kind of plot, so I can write a beginning to satisfy my desire to write. ．It is estimated that some people may like this kind of setting.hope so. ．

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Scenario introduction: None.

The main task of the scene: to entertain people.

Scenario Reward: Get the power to continue to survive.

Failure penalty: obliteration.

Tips: The cutscene CG may cause slight dizziness, but please stay awake and watch, this is a kind reminder to you.

The pure white narrow room, or should we call it a cage, has a reinforced glass wall for isolation on the front, allowing people inside and outside to see the two spaces clearly. The north side of the cage against the wall is horizontal There is a pure white bed that is slightly larger than a single bed, and it is neatly made. It can be seen that the owner has a slight obsession with cleanliness, pure white and clean.Near the glass wall in front of the window is a neatly arranged desk.Due to the slight dizziness in the head, the concentration is slightly separated and it is difficult to observe clearly what are the specific items on the table.But these are not important at this time.To the south is the toilet.

There were two people in the room, both women.The elderly woman sitting in the middle and nailed to the ground with her eyes closed and meditating has an extremely impressive appearance-long dark golden curly hair, deep facial features, quiet eyebrows, and the curve of her mouth is elegant, noble but seductive. people.The woman has an elegant body, leaning on the seat and closing her eyes...thinking.

yes, thinking.The woman just leaned back on the seat with her eyes closed, giving people a feeling of quiet thinking.

Beside the woman, another slightly younger woman was lazily sitting on the seat and hugging the love novel she was reading. Her head of dashing blond short ear-length hair set off her soft side face, with a kind of Soft cool feeling.The posture of the woman curled up next to the seat is like a domestic noble cat, elegant and lazy.

Those two people were so out of place with the cell they were in.

The pure white scene gradually darkened, gradually darkened, gradually darkened... until it was completely swallowed by darkness.

In less than a few seconds, the eyelids felt the lighting, and the smell of freshener entered the nostrils, but it was not heavy and light.Opening her eyes, the dizziness in her head has faded, and Ling Yawei has regained the ability to control her body.She was sitting on a seat, and the first thing she saw was a glass wall. The scene she had just seen from the third-party perspective was presented in her brain at the same time, overlapping and comparing with the scene she was currently seeing.

The short-haired woman lying at her feet has not yet woken up, and it seems that her partner is still unable to adapt to this way of loading scenes and is in a coma as usual.Just after sighing with emotion, "This sleeping face is really good", Ling Yawei began to observe the current environment from the first perspective again.

As explained in the cutscene CG, this is a prison cell.

There is an old-fashioned monitor in the southeast corner, but surprisingly, it is not equipped with bugs.

The vanity mirror in the north reflected the appearance of the woman whom I had scrutinized as carefully as possible just now.

There are a lot of literature and history books and romance novels on the desk, and the stack of books belonging to literature, history and art books has a few notebooks nearby. Ling Yawei opened them and looked at them. They are all reading notes, which are beautiful and serious.There are many paintings on the left side of the desk, all of which are extremely realistic scene pictures.And the lower one contains some letter-like documents.

"Sherlock Holmes." "Sherlock Holmes..." Ling Yawei narrowed her eyes slightly when she touched the name, and continued to read some letters, and the identity of the woman who hadn't woken up was indeed that People - John H. Watson, John-H-Watson.

But Ling Yawei quickly deduced that this was just a duplication of someone's bad taste.Different from the consulting detective she knew, limited information and proper speculation allowed Ling Yawei to confirm that the couple with the same name was actually a special combination of criminals who were good at using deceptive and inducing language to carry out criminal activities.

Especially the leader of the combination, or should I say she is now, a psychiatrist, a master of psychology, Doctor Sherlock Holmes.

And this made Ling Yawei speculate that there was no wiretapping device in this cell, maybe she was worried that the prison guards in charge would make some troublesome actions due to language bewitching, Ling Yawei even speculated that this kind of thing might even have happened--pretend There are traces of something being demolished slightly outside the corner of the monitor.

Although the same name is someone's bad taste, it is also a hint to Ling Yawei, a hint to this scene.

"A scene from a detective drama?" In order to prevent the prison guards watching through the monitor from being suspicious, Ling Yawei rearranged the flipped things according to the original appearance in memory.And the time displayed by the clock on the table has not yet passed half an hour.

There are two sets of beds on the bed, obviously the two women in the prison live together.

Ling Yawei turned her head to the side and took another look at the woman who was still in a coma. She really had a charming charm.

"The main line is to make people happy, so doing things with this woman that are both pleasing to each other can make a lot of people feel happy..."

"I seem to have heard some inappropriate topics for children."

"...Wei, where is this place?" The woman who got up from the ground with her temples pressed opened her blue eyes and looked at Ling Yawei.

"The panic of waking up in the scene is gone, there is progress and progress." Ling Yawei smiled and stroked her palms lightly, looking at the woman who was also called Doctor Watson in this scene, it should be Xu Lan now.

"Even if I can't compare with a freak like you, I'm still an adult with a normal IQ, and I still have the ability to learn." Xu Lan stood up and pulled the loose clothes on her body, "Prison uniform?"

"The reaction is still a little slow. We are now probably the focus of a certain prison, a criminal group of psychiatrists who shocked the world... With your IQ, it is difficult to play this kind of role well..." Ling Yawei said lightly.

"Stop looking down on people."

"I'm just telling the truth, and you know I'm being honest. Well...so, to complete this main mission, I think the easiest way is for us to do things that make each other happy. People are pleasant...but," Ling Yawei nodded towards the camera and smiled slightly, "Even I can hardly let go in this kind of scene."

"Who wants to do it to you!" Xu Lan said angrily, trying to restrain the urge to get mad.

"Haha. Don't worry, I've already done some research and brainstorming during the period when you were sleeping soundly. Ahem, it's just thinking. I think your original role is just to set off the obvious protagonist. Dr. Holmes's green leaves. Passion for love novels, the pile of books on the desk is a bit messy in comparison, the bed in the same condition, and most importantly, those letters that are always only lightly mentioned, such as 'Your lovely The little assistant, "the lady who is extremely charming in appearance" and other side descriptions, the domestic cat, Miss Watson, seems to be just an assistant with a dashing and handsome appearance, but in fact, her IQ is not much higher than that of ordinary people."

"It fits your role very well..." Ling Yawei finally concluded with a chuckle.

"Ling Yawei!"

Ashamed and angry, Xu Lan wanted to get angry, but was stopped by Ling Yawei's index finger on her lips.

"Here you should call someone Sherlock, Watson little cat."

Xu Lan puffed her face angrily and wanted to say something, but Ling Yawei, who narrowed her eyes and turned cold at the next moment, reminded her: "Besides, the task is coming..."

Almost at the same time, a system prompt sounded in the minds of the two of them:

The scene officially begins.The branch task is opened and visitors are received.