Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 790

Chapter 790 Lan Qi's Immortal Punishment

"It turns out that in that dream..."

Lan Qi closed his eyes and thought about it silently in his heart.

He dreamed of a tyrant who committed unpardonable crimes and destroyed everything without distinction.

But there is something different.

Can't tell what the difference is.

"What dream? Did you have another nightmare before?"

Thalia asked Lanqi, her heart clenched.

She didn't want Lan Qi to understand anything alone in this shadow world of immortal punishment.

She could listen to Ranchi.

"We passed by the Land of Eternal Night. When we were in Little Night City, I probably dreamed that Lancross killed everyone he saw..."

Lanci confessed to Thalia.

If the dream is too absurd, who will take it seriously?

He knew that Thalia had a good impression of the Black Sun after watching Kaliela's video recording, and he didn't want to tell such an unreasonable dream scene.

"Even if I see such a dream, I will still believe in the historical Lanclos. It is impossible for him to fall. No matter what kind of dark journey he goes through or what kind of trauma he has, he will never lose himself. He will always be the kind-hearted person." soul."

Thalia was talking about Hei Riqing, but she seemed to be staring closely at Lan Qi.

In her opinion, her apprentice would make the same choice as Lanclos at any time.

She believed in the determination that Lan Qi had taught her, so she also believed in the Black Sun Minister who was very similar to Lan Qi tens of thousands of years ago.

"Master, please don't be like this... I'm too embarrassed to do your daily tasks."

With a smile in his eyes, Lan Qi looked at the distant day and said to Thalia in his heart.

"I didn't even blame you for calling me an old woman just now. I'm the only one who can tolerate you so much."

Thalia snorted coldly and blamed him.

"Then can I already call you that in person?"

Lan Qi also didn't expect Talia to be so easy to talk to.

"You go out and try. See how long I let you lie on the ground."

Thalia still felt her blood pressure was high.

This guy just knows how to push the envelope, and he looks so eager to try. Damn it.

Give him some color and he will open a dyeing shop.

"Hahaha, no, no, no."

Lan Qi and Talia chatted for a while, and everyone seemed to be much happier.

He closed his eyes and his expression turned solemn.

Just like the silver mask, the lines are soft, the expression is calm, and there is a compassion and love between the eyebrows and eyes.

He prayed that the lost lives could rest in peace, that the surviving people could be strong, and that he would have enough strength to carry the world that was about to fall apart.

When he opened his eyes again, his emerald green pupils were already blazing.

He now knew that the battle in Blood Moon City just now was just the beginning, and the real battle was still to come.

The figure of the white-robed Pope disappeared in the Blood Palace.

When he reappeared, he was on the ground in St. Trike, the capital of the Horning Empire that had been transformed into a demonic realm.

The overwhelming miasma transformed by the demons surged at the end of the earth and enveloped the entire sky.

Blocking out the sky and the sun, the solar eclipse is like an ominous eye, staring indifferently at this human turmoil.

Lan Qi flew into the distance.

In St. Trik, the once beautiful and prosperous capital of Horning, thousands of demons were running and roaring across the land. Their bodies were twisted and deformed, and their eyes were burning with bloodthirsty and crazy desire.

More monsters fell from the sky, hitting the earth like black raindrops, crushing all living creatures into powder.

The city-state in the distance turned into a sea of ​​fire, with thick smoke billowing into the sky. The little devil was torn into pieces by the big devil, or was swallowed by the flames, or was trampled into a pool of **** mud.

The South has completely fallen and turned into a **** on earth.

There are still residents in the north of the Horning Empire who have not yet been planted with the poisonous seedlings for blood transformation. Further north, the St. Paulante Empire is the last pure land that has not yet fallen into the abyss of demonization.

The demon army is rushing there, their numbers are overwhelming and they are unstoppable.

Once the North falls, the entire world will fall into eternal darkness.

The demons discovered his figure and roared with joy.

"Human...human!"

"Eat it!"

This human being can bring them endless happiness.

Thousands of demons swarmed towards Lan Qi like a tide.

They are either ferocious or ugly, spitting corrosive poisonous blood from their mouths, and their eyes are shining with hunger.

Lan Qi didn't take a step back. He raised his hand and a ball of blazing white light gathered, condensed, and expanded in his palm. Finally, it turned into a bolt of thunder across the sky, crashing towards the demon army.

In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and countless demons were wiped out in this blow, turning into drifting black mist.

His attack was like a signal flare.

Many people who were rushing towards the north turned back.

But more demons kept coming, fighting one after another, regardless of life or death.

Lan Qi rushed out to the north, like a humanoid weapon, rampaging through the sea of ​​demons, sweeping away all obstacles in front of him.

There are too many mad demons.

It's so densely packed that there's no end in sight.

Even covering the entire Horning Empire across the continent.

In the distance, the demon army is still swarming, and the horizon is occupied by their dark figures.

Behind Lan Qi, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and the stench was unbearable.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and his emerald green pupils were filled with light. He raised his arms high and his body was suspended straight in the air, like a rising sun, shining on every corner of the earth.

The next second, the sky collapsed.

A ray of light that was wider than the mountains and deeper than the ocean burst out from Lan Qi's body and shot straight into the sky.

It tore through the gloomy sky, split open the surging black mist, and swallowed up all the filth on the earth.

In front of this holy light, no matter how powerful the demon is, it is just a moth flying into the flame.

They let out shrill screams, and their bodies burned, annihilated, and turned into ashes. More demons were still coming, but they were all buried in this pillar of light without exception.

After a while, the demon army was wiped out.

The earth returns to tranquility and the sky returns to blue.

Only the silver-faced and white-robed figure resembles a majestic god, standing quietly in the center.

"Honing's land is too boundless. Even if [Immortal Punishment] immobilizes your body, you will gradually decay and collapse when you turn into the undead at the end of your lifespan."

Thalia reminded him.

Although the ninth-level mana recovery speed is also fast, the burden of Yongyao's destruction is too great.

She didn't want Lanqi to experience the death that Lanclos had experienced again.

"It doesn't matter, Lanclos has experienced all of this at least once."

Ranch was convinced that he might never fully understand Lanclos's state of mind.

He always felt that everything in the Blood Moon Bad Age was not over yet.

This is not necessarily the worst ending, but it is certainly not the best ending.

The key to the relatively optimal ending lies in the last remaining Mirror of Tiberius. If it is not explored, we may repeat the same mistakes one day in the future and repeat the same history. ,Repeatedly.

He took a deep breath and swooped towards the north again, forcing himself to ignore the fatigue of his body and the urgent mana.

His back was tall and firm, trying to blend into the darkness, but also seeming to tear it apart.

To the north, tens of thousands of kilometers away, is a peaceful and peaceful pure land.

The capital of St. Paulant, Hersalem.

The setting sun shines through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the towering ancient trees, spreading golden light to the earth.

The breeze blows and the leaves rustle, as if whispering a hymn of life.

The air is filled with the fragrance of grass and earth, mixed with the fragrance of a few flowers, which is refreshing.

In this land, live the most simple and kind-hearted people of the Northern Papal Dominion.

They have been working hard for generations, keeping to themselves and living a simple and happy life.

On one side of the city, the newly built wooden houses are particularly eye-catching.

The walls made of red bricks, the roof paved with brown tiles, and the bluestone road in front of the door have been swept spotlessly.

Smoke curls up from the chimney, casting a dreamy mist over the entire house.

"Children, come and eat!"

A kind female voice came from inside the house, her tone full of tenderness and love.

"Coming, Mom!"

Young children's voices sounded one after another, and figures jumped from the street into the house.

Inside the house, a sumptuous dinner was placed on a simple wooden table.

Steaming potato soup, golden and crispy bread, and freshly bought fruits, the family sat around the table with happy smiles on their faces.

The father, a tall middle-aged man with a resolute face, is looking at his wife and children with a smile. The mother, a plump and gentle woman, is serving soup to the children and humming a tune.

"I heard that the Pope will go to the Iron Fortress Oberon next week to attend the peace memorial. People say that with him here, we no longer have to worry about war and suffering. He will bring us an unprecedented peace. Prosperity!”

Several children were talking and laughing, happily discussing what they had seen in Helsalem.

"Yes, I have also heard that with the Pope here, we will no longer be plagued by war for generations to come."

Another kid chimed in excitedly, his eyes shining with adoration.

"However, no matter how strong the Pope is, he is still a human being. He will pass away one day."

"No! The Pope must live forever, he will stay in this world forever!"

Listening to the chirping noise of the children.

"You guys, what are you talking about?"

The father breathed a sigh of relief and held his wife's hand.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of good expectations.

"Eternal life is a punishment, you still don't understand."

The mother said earnestly and sincerely, her eyes loving and pious.

Although she knew that the children were blessing the Pope, if they had established a mature view of life and death, they would understand how to send blessings correctly.

“Wouldn't it be nice to live a long time?”

the child asked in confusion.

"Based on the fact that my life, which I have lived for more than thirty years, feels very long. If you asked me to live for three thousand years, I think I would go crazy. As for forever... think about how long that is?"

The father lowered his head and asked them questions.

The children thought for a while and seemed to understand.

"Forever, probably longer than three months, right?"

"Definitely longer than a year."

"No matter how long it takes, when I grow up, I will become a knight of the Saint Paulante Theocracy. I will protect the weak, punish the evil, and bring peace and happiness to my parents and everyone!"

However, the young son quickly raised his fists with firm eyes.

"Silly boy, you are safe and sound. No matter what kind of person you become, your parents will be proud of you."

The father rubbed his son's hair lovingly and encouraged him.

The restaurant is full of joy, and faces are full of hopeful smiles.

Outside the window, the sun was slowly setting in the west, spreading the last trace of blood red to the earth.

In the drunken dusk, a few returning birds flew across the sky, chirping southward.

Everything is so peaceful and peaceful, as if there will never be sadness and darkness in this world.

However.

They didn't know that at this time, blood had flowed hundreds of miles along the southern border of St. Paulante, staining the Oberon Canal red.

Thousands of lives perished under the ravages of the demon.

The earth was stained red with blood, and the sky was shrouded in mist.

The city fell, the home was shattered, wailing, crying, and cursing intertwined into a symphony of despair, echoing above the ruins.

Far away from this hellish city gate, a figure was still bathing in the blood of countless demons in the northern part of the Horning Empire, blocking most of the demon attacks for the Saint Paulante Empire.

At this moment, he has long lost his former charm.

The once holy and elegant white robe was stained black and red by blood and mud.

The arms holding the scepter were covered in scars and bleeding with every swing.

The silver-white mask had all cracked, revealing a face that could no longer maintain its disguise.

His horns are exoskeletons like white jade, but they are full of cracks and dull. His skin is as pale as paper and covered with large and small cracks, like a piece of broken porcelain.

In the deep-set eye sockets, a pair of emerald green eyes were so bright that they looked like will-o'-the-wisps.

Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth and dripped down his chin, mixing with the stains on his body.

The sky above our heads was still gray and dead, and the land was even more devastated.

"Huh...huh..."

The Pope just stood there.

No one knows how long he struggled in this **** and how many demons he killed.

His destiny has already passed the end and he has become an undead.

The body of the living dead is collapsing and festering bit by bit.

The flesh and blood beneath the broken skin were blurred, and the internal organs were almost completely broken.

Every breath was accompanied by heartbreaking pain.

Even more terrifying is the soul-eating curse.

The rules on the undead side were eroding his will bit by bit, but the remaining reason told him that he would continue to fight.

He can't stop.

Every additional spell used may save hundreds or thousands of families.

"Be careful, there is a super-sized demon there! It may be above the eighth level!"

A heart-rending cry cut through the dead air.

Following the sound, Lan Qi saw a group of figures riding silver-armored horses.

The shining silver armor, the sharp spear, and the fluttering flag.

They were the Saint Paulante army coming from the north, the elite knights who swore to follow Pope Saint Paulante to the death.

Seeing this scene, Lan Qi's heart instantly surged with hope.

San Paulante's frontline troops, they're coming.

This shows that San Paulante's first round of offensive on the southern border should have been blocked.

But the next second, when he saw the expressions of the elite knights clearly, he also understood who the super-standard demon they were talking about was.

"The whole army forms an array!"

"etc!"

"Why does this demon seem to have reason?"

"Then...what is that...?"

"His robes, his ornaments..."

"No, it's impossible!"

The knights' eyes widened with disbelief and fear on their faces.

They trembled, gasped in the **** cold air, and could not even hold the weapons in their hands steadily.

Yes, standing in their sight was the terrifying leader of the demons.

The accessories on his body all point out that he is Pope Saint Paulante.

pope?

Devil?

This disaster swept from the Horning Empire to the Saint Paulante Theocracy overnight. No one knew the cause and effect, and no one knew where the Pope had gone. They only knew that there must be a mysterious driving force behind this century-old disaster.

It was unclear whether it was blood or sludge liquid. Under the broken skin, a strange red light shone faintly, as if magma was surging in the body -

What's even more terrifying are his eyes.

The pair of eyes that were once as gentle as jade are now glowing with a penetrating green light, and the deep-set eye sockets are like two dark abyss, trying to **** in a person's soul.

Here is their beloved Pope, who is clearly the most terrifying monster!

"Quickly...back away...!"

The general of the Knights shouted tremblingly, his voice almost broken,

"That's not His Majesty the Pope...it's a devil...run away..."

The silver-armored knights retreated in panic, pointing their silver spears and spears at Lan Qi randomly.

Becoming a demon will make your original strength skyrocket. If the Pope becomes a demon, everyone will die!

Panic completely enveloped the hearts of the knights, destroying their long-held beliefs.

Looking at all this, the pope's eyes were filled with a smile of relief.

This is enough.

You don't have to feel guilty about the Horning Empire. Protect yourselves and kill the demons with confidence. Don't harbor hatred towards the surviving residents of the Horning Empire.

Hate me, be afraid of me, the chains of hatred should be cut off here.

Things that are not clearly explained do not need to be explained.

Forget the great Pope Saint Paulante of old.

As long as you can survive.

As long as you can, have a happy tomorrow.

The Pope wanted to say something, to approach them and reveal the situation in the South.

But when he opened his mouth, only blood came out.

A sharp pain as if his throat had been cut struck him, and his consciousness gradually began to fade away.

Every step was extremely difficult.

But every step was taken with great determination.

Is it finally... coming to an end?

This grudge, this fate.

And this... miserable life.

The Pope raised his arms tremblingly, as if trying to grab something.

But the next second, the curse that had been buried deep in his heart suddenly erupted, completely engulfing his broken body.

All the knights retreated instinctively.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

In the eyes of countless pairs of horrified eyes, the former great Pope Saint Paulante was shattered into pieces and turned into a ball of ashes.

No last words, no pleas.

Only those green eyes flashed with light as they disappeared.

Not unwillingness, not resentment.

But relief.

It's like he knows that his death will take away all the sins.

And his name will be buried forever together with the truth of this catastrophe.

The knights stood there blankly, with expressions that looked like they were surviving the disaster.

I originally thought that I saw the initiator of this demonic disaster and saw the truth that I shouldn't have seen, and they would be wiped out.

Unexpectedly, the Pope has reached his end?

The war between St. Paulante and Horning reignited.

The northern Saint Paulante Empire lost its spiritual leader, and its cohesion began to weaken.

Although most of the strongest demons have been eliminated, the Horning Empire in the south where demons are rampant is still a troubled land that is difficult to enter.

At any time, there may be a zombie-like army of demons swarming to the south of the Saint Paulant Theocracy.

The endless doomsday fight has begun.

Northern part of the Theocracy of St. Paulant, Hershalem.

Queen Kesia was sitting in the palace, looking towards the south.

Her tears soaked the carpet under her feet and moistened the knitted freesia.

Those sapphire-like eyes were filled with longing and sorrow.

"pope…"

"You fool..."

"If you are destined to be infamous...why...don't you take me with you? You really don't have to, there is no need to save this terrible world."

a long time. Queen Kesia wiped away her tears and looked deeply into the distance.

"I understand your choice..."

"I understand... You are probably at the end of your life. You know you will never come back to Paulant. You can help us kill as many demons as you want..."

"But can this St. Paulant Theocracy really be saved without you..."

On the scorched earth on the northern border of the Horning Empire.

The Pope's body came to an end in the long battle.

At the moment when the skin cracked and fell off, the flesh and blood were blurred and rotted, and the internal organs were all broken, even the noble head turned into a black mist under the erosion of the curse.

But the real death did not come as expected.

The curse of immortal punishment makes this soul completely immortal.

Lan Qi watched helplessly as his body disintegrated and turned into dust, but his heart was extremely peaceful.

finished?

He thought this at the last moment when his consciousness dissipated.

But the next second.

Reality gave him the answer.

When his consciousness regrouped, Lan Qi found himself in a strange space.

To be precise, it can no longer be called "space".

There was no light, no sound, no trace of any physical presence.

Although he still stays in this world, he cannot touch or see any real objects, and cannot exchange senses with any entities.

So for him.

Looking around, there is only endless darkness, which seems to swallow up the human soul.

Lan Qi tried to move his body and found that his body no longer existed.

The strength that I was once proud of, my once invincible body, have all been reduced to nothing.

All that is left is a lonely soul.

Wandering forever in a realm beyond the reach of death.

"Is this the price of becoming undead?"

Lan Qi's voice dissipated into nothingness, and even he couldn't hear it clearly.

He couldn't see the scene around him, couldn't hear any sound, and couldn't even distinguish the terrain.

Even the concept of time seems to have been lost.

In this eternal prison, he will be alone forever.

No laughter, no tears.

There is no warm sunshine and no fresh air.

There is no company of relatives and friends.

There is only endless loneliness and boundless despair.

In an instant, Lan Qi felt a bone-chilling chill for the first time.

A punishment a hundred times crueler than physical death is—

Consciousness lasts forever, and the physical body annihilates.

"This is where?"

Thalia's thoughts rang out.

Unlike Lanclos, Lanchi still has her.

Even at this moment, she can share perception with Lan Qi and talk to Lan Qi.

"It should be that Lancros fell into an endless experience at the end of using Tiberius for the second time."

Ranchi answered her.

If Lanclos in real history had also activated the Mirror of Tiberius three times, then at the end of the second activation, Lanclos might have experienced the consequences of eternal punishment ahead of reality.

"Are our two consciousnesses locked in the space of the Mirror of Tiberius?"

Thalia seemed to understand the seriousness of the problem.

This is an ending without an ending.

From the moment you choose the option of immortal punishment, you may be destined to experience its price.

Although the mechanism of the Mirror of Tiberius is that when it encounters a future that is easy to deduce, it will accelerate to the extreme.

But there is no concept of time and space inside the Mirror of Tiberius. If the content that continues is "endless", it will become an endless illusion.

"Maybe."

Lanci agreed.

All this is the world that Lancross saw after using immortal punishment on himself.

The Mirror of Tiberius simulated it exactly as it was.

So Lan Qi also experienced infinity in this time-accelerated simulation.

No matter how fast time passes, it is forever.

"No, it can't be right? Go to sleep, just take a nap and you'll be fine. Maybe we can go out when you wake up?"

Thalia started to feel a little scared.

This is so weird.

But her consciousness was floating in the endless void, like a solitary boat drifting in the ocean of deathly silence.

"Um."

Lan Qi replied that he was indeed very tired.

The weird thing is.

He should be very tired, but he didn't feel sleepy.

"It's okay, everything will be back to normal when you wake up."

Thalia comforted Lanci and talked to him.

As an immortal species, she is more able to resist the sense of time.

【After one hour. 】

Thalia found out.

She could fall asleep, but Lan Qi couldn't.

"Lan Qi, we must move forward actively at this time, and we will definitely find an exit."

Thalia suggested again.

"That's right. Although I don't feel hungry here, I can't lie down and let it go."

He tried to open his eyes, but found that in this darkness, there was no difference between opening and closing his eyes.

I couldn't tell whether I had my eyes open or closed when I was sleeping just now.

Lan Qi stopped wasting time sleeping and walked forward.

The surroundings were so dark, so thick that it seemed to swallow up his consciousness.

The black was so absolute, like a giant beast that was never satisfied, trying to tear his soul apart.

Lan Qi wanted to call out, wanted to shout, but his voice was like a stone in the ocean, and was instantly swallowed up by nothingness.

Here, even sound is a luxury, and he can only endure eternal silence in silence.

[A few hours passed. 】

I don't know how long I've been gone.

The scenery has barely changed.

"This...this is nothing to be afraid of."

Thalia told Lanci, her heart already beginning to waver.

There was no exit at all, and she slowly realized it.

But Lan Qi still listened to her and kept walking in order to find the impossible exit.

Lan Qi seemed to understand this fact better than she did.

I just want her to feel at ease and listen to her at this moment, even if it is useless.

If you do nothing, your heart will be as dark as this sky.

"Lanqi, we can chat. At best, Lanclos could only imagine an old friend chatting with him at the time, but I am real and I can always be with you."

Thalia tried to speak positively to Ranchi.

"Well, then I'll keep going."

No matter where I go, my body will not be tired or feel pain, but when I talk about food, I still have an appetite, but I don't feel hungry.

[Maybe a month passed. 】

Even if the body is not tired, the mind feels bored.

He didn't move on.

If there's nothing else to do, talk to Thalia.

There are only two of them in this empty world.

【one year later. 】

Ranchi was lying on the ground.

Looking at the sky.

He could only look at the endless darkness.

"Is this the punishment for using immortal punishment on yourself?"

he asked in a murmur.

"Lan Qi, we will go out, I will accompany you."

Thalia said so.

But she was totally unsure.

How long will it take?

a hundred years?

A thousand years?

Or ten thousand years? One hundred thousand years?

Even farther and farther, so far away that we can't see it forever.

For human beings whose life span is only a few decades, this long time is beyond recognition.

[Fifty years have passed. 】

"Why does this ridiculous magic exist?"

Thalia finally couldn't stop complaining.

Decades are not that long for Thalia.

But even she would be terrified of the long hours ahead.

She could not imagine the despair Lanclos had faced in a dark space alone.

"Okay, okay, Lanclos has survived, which means it's not that difficult."

Lanci said to Thalia.

"you…"

Thalia didn't understand when Lanqi started to become more optimistic than her.

[Maybe hundreds of years have passed. 】

Infinite time continues to pass.

Thalia gave up thinking.

Ethereal, she lay on the ground with Lan Qi.

Looking at the endless black sky, and then quietly waiting for infinity.

She didn't want to do anything anymore.

Lan Qi and her gradually stopped talking.

She also didn't dare to talk to Lan Qi.

I didn't even talk to Lan Qi for several months.

She was afraid that Lan Qi would be completely broken if even she couldn't bear it.

How much longer?

It seems to be just a drop in the ocean of this endless prison time.

Perhaps this eternal punishment of immortality cannot even be called "the beginning".

Neither of them had experienced the true initial pain at all.

They are just trapped in the dark prison of time, their tiny lives.

"Tata, can you tell how long it is?"

Lan Qi's thoughts came.

He seemed to be able to stay awake.

But he can neither die nor lose consciousness.

I can only feel every minute and every second.

I understand what Lanclos was thinking at the time.

"Maybe hundreds of years!"

Thalia estimated and immediately answered Lanci.

She couldn't tell either.

But Lan Qi hadn't talked to her for a long time, and now Lan Qi talked to her again, she was very happy.

"Lan Qi, what are you thinking about?"

she asked Ranchi.

"I'm thinking, if Lanclos had experienced the price of eternal punishment in advance, would he still use immortal punishment on himself without hesitation?"

Lan Qi said to himself.

"If you were Lanclos, would you hesitate?"

Thalia thought she could get the answer by asking Ranchi.

"Don't hesitate, you must use it."

Lan Qi's answer was as firm as ever.

It's like no matter how many times he is given the choice, his choice will never change.

Talia's mood finally collapsed.

"You idiot, you can't even stand an immortal like me, why are you not afraid at all?"

she asked Ranchi.

"Please, who can save him? My apprentice is crazy. Although he is not a normal person, he is kind-hearted and does not deserve this kind of punishment."

"Anyone can take him out of here."

"Goddess, please."

Thalia's voice gradually took on a crying tone.

She could accept Lan Qi's collapse, but she couldn't accept it when she saw that Lan Qi was still so conscious.

Lan Qi closed his eyes and stopped talking.

He allowed his consciousness to float in the darkness, allowing himself to be swallowed up by the eternal night.

His ideas are very clear. If it is really infinite, then anything about playing time is meaningless.

"Phantom."

Just when Lan Qi was thinking, a childish voice suddenly penetrated the darkness and awakened his consciousness.

This voice is so warm and soft, like the afternoon sun or the morning dew.

"Who's calling you?"

Thalia asked him.

"Did you hear that too?"

Lan Qi asked in surprise.

Not an illusion?

The dark space flickered on and off.

The world becomes illusory and flickering.

This void seems unsustainable.

A ray of silver light penetrates the layers of darkness, as beautiful as a gentle country.

In an instant, the endless darkness was shattered by this dazzling light.

It is so dazzling, so pure, dyeing the illusion with patches of light pink, and it seems to be the color of dawn.

Lan Qi felt that his soul was wrapped in a warm current, melting away the shackles and curses on his body one by one.

He also seemed to have regained control of his body, being thrown to death and resurrected, able to move.

Lan Qi moved his body, broke away, and walked out of the Mirror of Tiberius in surprise.

He once again returned to the deepest underground part of the Purgatory Corridor Academy in this world of consciousness that he had been away from for a long time.

Only seen in the distance.

Tamisha disconnected the energy of Tiberius Mirror.

She also looked a little hesitant.

"I see you haven't come out for several hours, so I'm a little worried about you. It's time for you to eat."

Tamisha threw away the energy cord and explained.

She wasn't sure if she had done something bad.

But she felt that if the phantom used the mirror normally, he should have come out in about two hours, but now several hours have passed and it is dark, and he still has no reaction.

Tamisha couldn't let go, so she forcibly turned off the mirror.

Perhaps because of the authority given to her by Kaliela, she could unexpectedly turn off or turn on the energy in this central energy room.

"Tamisha..."

Lan Qi looked at her, almost unsteady, and sat on the ground leaning against the mirror wall.

He never expected that Tamisha would save him.

It was as if he had seen salvation and shed clear tears.

"Very good."

He laughed with a mixture of joy and sorrow.

Someone will save Lanclos.

He despises his fate and wants to protect everything. His stupidity is just ordinary human nature.

But fantasies turn into miracles.

Kaliera also left behind a final little spark that would guide him and take him to heaven.

"Phantom..."

Tamisha walked over and observed Ranchi.

"What's wrong with you?"

Tamisha reached out her hand in confusion and wiped away the tears on the Phantom's cheek.

"If I did something wrong, I apologize."

Tamisha wondered if it was her reckless behavior that made the demon cry. Maybe it was because of her personality that her parents left her.

She slowly hugged the phantom like an imaginary mother, wanting to comfort him and embrace his embarrassment.

He looked sad, which she surprisingly understood.

"Tamisha, thank you."

Lan Qi sincerely thanks,

"You are the best. You did nothing wrong. You saved me."

Ranch patted Tamisha's head and shook her head.

"oh."

Tamisha's voice sounded slightly surprised.

She stared blankly at her face reflected in the mirror, lonely and tired, missing no one in the dark night.

Tamisha's eyes slowly shifted from the mirror to the Phantom's cheek.

Slowly, she also lowered her eyes.

Hug this same species tightly.

In the dim space of the underground energy room, there were two figures, one large and one small, in the tranquility without any fuss. Only the dim pure white light reflected on the Mirror of Tiberius.

(End of chapter)

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