Fairy’s Box

"Um?"

Bruno snorted softly, rubbed his temples, and then looked around in confusion:

"Where is this place?"

Behind him, Lolo and Goethe also opened their eyes wide and glanced around, constantly beating their heads with their hands, with a look of suspicion that they were deep in a dream.

"What happened to us?"

Luo Luo thought about it sideways, the last picture in his mind was still frozen at the moment when the coffin was opened.

"I'm not dreaming... my God, this palace is disintegrating itself."

Goethe endured the headache and raised his head, looking at the ceiling that gradually turned into colored particles and dissipating, he suddenly showed a jaw-dropping expression, and then shook his head slightly in fear:

"No, no, shouldn't we be sharing treasures? I must be dreaming or hallucinating!"

"Are!"

After the silver-haired boy sorted out his thoughts, he saw the figure in front of the altar and was about to chase after him, but was pushed back by a strange wave of light and shadow clutching.

"..."

Lolo gritted his silver teeth, and through the rippling flashing light, he looked at the huge figure that twisted and swayed with the light and shadow, and murmured:

"Deified state..."

"what!?"

Goethe held back the circles of light and shadows that gave him a splitting headache, and turned his attention to the blurred figure in front of the altar, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Lolo, what's going on, why are we here, and, is that guy really a deified knight?"

"I can't be sure now...Damn...my head hurts." Luo Luo opened his mouth with difficulty, rubbing his temples, hoping to relieve his aching brain.

"He has indeed begun to deify initially, and I can guarantee that this is not an illusion, but it has nothing to do with our current situation."

While the silver-haired boy was talking, his eyes were observing the relief that stretched and contracted with the light and shadow. Suddenly, a black air surged, and the relief was instantly filled with cracks.

However, at this moment, Bruno felt a faint fluctuation in the space - extremely subtle, fleeting, but it could not hide his perception.

That is the fluctuation of the source of fear that instantly erupts in space... It is unprecedentedly powerful.

To make Yale work so hard, that is to say, somewhere in this palace, there must be an extremely difficult opponent hidden.

The silver-haired boy's eyes fell on the altar - there, circles of mournful white light were constantly shrinking inward, as if the entire palace had just shaken slightly.

"He is using the source of fear to impact the space... The space itself is also collapsing... That's not right... Now he doesn't have this kind of power... That is to say..."

Muttering to himself, Bruno suddenly seemed to understand something, and his eyes lit up:

"Goethe, you are right, this is indeed some kind of fantasy!"

After thinking of this, the silver-haired boy turned around immediately, looked at the two mercenaries who were ignorant, and said eagerly: "Goethe, and Lolo, hurry up! Use your power to bombard everything here, move fast!"

...

The eyes are blank.

With his perception, Yale pursued the shadow of Beryl crying and escaping, and approached step by step:

"Beryl, poor incompetent bastard, just as you watched Mistertin die in the past, you are still vulnerable and lovable..."

The huge sound like rolling thunder swayed the entire space like a tidal wave, constantly shaking the foundation of the dream.

While torturing the witch's will with words, he stepped forward with all his might, unremittingly blasting out the source of fear.

Under the oppression of the white light, every step of the black-haired knight was slow, requiring all his strength. The undulation of the floor continued to increase where his legs set. As if the light and shadow trembled violently as he walked, the white light retreated, and the darkness expanded with him step by step.

"Even if you inherited the power of Mistertin, your clever lies are still vulnerable to fear... Beryl, poor little thing... You can't do anything."

Wherever he walked, the promenade collapsed behind him, the first half of the palace collapsed and disintegrated, and the flowers and vines growing at the altar also withered, scattered, and turned into dust.

"Beryl, where are you?"

The space became dim little by little, as if the light and darkness were reversed, and Yale gradually became "tall", as if he had instantly regained the attitude that the King of Terror once had - scales all over his body, horns growing on his forehead, and magma sprayed from his eyes. A dark red glow.

"Little poor, let me guess what you are doing... is it gnashing your teeth to prepare for revenge?

The huge demon claws tore apart a gloomy and dark void, and all the air flow collapsed, revealing a crystal coffin placed alone in the wilderness - Beryl was crouching and crying silently.

"Or rather, hiding in a corner like a vulnerable orphan crying secretly..."

The black-haired knight forcibly endured the unconscious suppression of the power of the dream. He reached out and grabbed the crystal coffin, which was pitifully small compared to himself. He stared at the seemingly fragile witch, sneered and opened his fangs:

"Got you."

"No...no...no!"

Beryl let out a cat-like scream, her delicate eyelashes trembled slightly, desperately strangled her neck, and her curled body suddenly wavered.

With that small fluctuation, the entire void trembled.

However, when the witch's fear reached the limit, Yale also fell into a dilemma. Although he became extremely powerful in her dream by manipulating the opponent's fear, he did not know what to do next.

Did you kill her?

Or continue to stimulate her?

There are huge risks in both methods. After implementation, it is possible to escape from life, and it is also possible to face the true body of the anger of the King of Lies.

During this short pause, the black-haired knight felt that the airtight void suddenly shook!

Looking at the remaining dream space in the distance, I found that Bruno, Lolo, and Goethe were unremittingly attacking the second half of the palace, and the crumbling palace was gradually turning into a spinning black vortex.

It can still do that!

After Yalei found the best option, he immediately abandoned the crystal coffin in his hand, manipulated the cumbersome and huge body, and slammed into the fairly stable dream space.

boom--!

The dream shattered in pieces the moment he hit it, as if a transparent storm had erupted in the void.

After the black-haired knight was forcibly embedded in the palace, the source of fear eroded in, and all the pictures in the palace quickly withered, the black vortex suddenly increased several times, and disappeared with the four people at the same time.

After a few seconds.

In the depths of the Snakov Monastery, the foundation was uplifted, and a sealed platform was raised rapidly, protruding the prototype of an altar; the air stirred, forming a vortex of a huge storm, whistling from the ground to the sky.

And with the release of this kind of fission power, there are countless black light and shadows pouring out from the ground, one after another, forming huge vines, ruthlessly spreading to the entire monastery.

Mixed with the fierce roar of the wind, the weak and angry scream of the witch echoed in the sky:

"Never forgive you! Never!"

...

The dirt and gravel hung upside down like a waterfall, and the walls that were constantly rising were squeezed towards the four of them, and the gray sky revealed a scene at dusk.

Yale, Bruno, Lolo, and Goethe desperately dodged the rubble that fell from the sky and struggled hard in the depths of the monastery.

"Damn, who can tell me what happened?"

Goethe cursed, raised his fist and smashed forward fiercely - a spiral flame separated the earth and stone, and went straight to a huge stone wall oncoming.

"This is not the time to tell stories!"

The black-haired knight roared, his hands slammed outwards|shooting out several spinning light wheels, a loud noise like a sharp sword tore the ground, and the stone wall surrounded by a straight line was split apart, opening up a temporary safety for them. the road to come.

"Then, at least please tell us, who is the attacking opponent?" Lolo followed closely behind him, constantly shooting metal roses to smash the gravel, and asked with gritted teeth.

"The devil of hell, the king of lies."

At the same time as Yale answered, he drew out Arrondette again, swung the sword light to smash the huge vines flying down from the sky, and his body suddenly rushed forward, knocking aside the small building that rolled in.

"Either I'm crazy or you're crazy!"

With an expression of complete disbelief, Goethe stepped on Bruno's condensed icicles at a high speed, but when he lowered his head, he exclaimed.

Under the broken temple, in the depths of the boundless earth, suddenly a white smoke filled the air!

Those smokes are tangible, wisps of wisps, one after another of twisted figures can be vaguely seen, slowly soaring towards the sky - standing on the icicle and looking down, under this earth-shattering monastery, it seems that there is a huge flower. The white lotus flower is slowly ***.

As soon as the images condensed from the smoke touched the air, they turned into translucent shadows, screamed and turned to the four of them, chasing after them like a glimmer of light.

"I trust you now!"

Goethe only felt that the hairs all over his body stood up instantly, and with a loud roar, he speeded up to keep up with the pace of the three.

"Her state is still unstable and her strength is limited. She should not have fully hatched. We must rush out of the enclosed space as quickly as possible!"

When Yale saw this scene, he breathed a sigh of relief instead, his whole body was full of fighting energy, and he suddenly swung a sword backwards.

Whoosh-!

The huge white sword light split the airflow, dragged the airflow that was continuously stretched to both sides and swept towards the sky, instantly crushing the shadows flying in groups, leaving a half-mile-long light trail in the air.

After temporarily resolving his worries, Yalei turned his eyes to the front again, and a dark red light curtain that held the sky was constantly fading - that was the proof that the enclosed space was gradually closing.

"Boost!"

Needless to say, the other three had already used all their strength, and everyone knew that if they couldn't escape from this monastery as soon as possible, they would never get out of the monastery for the rest of their lives.

The bluestone path covered by the branches and leaves in front was getting closer and closer. Bruno looked at the thick branches and leaves with a flash of light in his eyes and blurted out:

"Jump!"

The three of them subconsciously jumped high, and just before they fell to the bluestone path, a blue ice boat landed on the thick branches and leaves, bounced slightly, and then quickly slid down the slope.

"Beautiful work!" Yale, Lolo, and Goethe praised in unison.

"Small meaning." The silver-haired boy shook his long hair and showed a confident smile.

Whoosh-!

The three landed on the smooth ice almost at the same time, Yale shot the falcon sword, Goethe fell on all fours, Lolo shot two rows of roses, Bruno froze his legs on the ice while stabilizing his body.

The ice boat shuttled through the thick leaves, just like driving in the green waves, the scattered leaves kept splashing and sprinkling to both sides, and the speed became faster and faster as it glided downward.

Yale stood at the front of the ice ship, swung his holy sword to cut through all obstacles, and suddenly saw darkness in front of him.

In front of him, a huge figure that seemed to be stitched together by leather was desperately fleeing with a puppet in his arms among the rows of collapsed buildings.

"That's the suture monster!"

Goethe showed a schadenfreude expression, and while dodging the flying stones, he said with a wicked smile: "We have been hunted and killed several times before, and now we have become refugees. It is really unpredictable."

"Since they are like-minded people, there is room for cooperation."

Yale muttered to himself, selectively forgetting the "good things" he and Bruno had done, and shouted at the huge back of the Stitcher:

"Hey! Big man, let's work together to escape!"

"Um?"

The suture monster hurriedly looked back at them, and saw an ice boat with blue light flashing rushing through the sea of ​​​​trees, flying over with rolling stone vines.

"Let's run away, okay."

It nodded heavily, and then stretched out a large hand to catch the ice ship that was flying towards it. The four climbed along the Stitch Monster's arm all the way to their shoulders, and began to use their strengths to resist attacks from all angles for the Stitch Monster.

Goethe smashed a swirling stone pillar with his fist, and when he saw a white sea of ​​flowers in front of him, his face turned pale with fright, and he immediately exclaimed:

"There is a sea of ​​flowers in front! Pay attention, those white flowers eat people!"

"Not afraid, not afraid."

The suture monster bent his knees and jumped, and the huge body soared into the sky, directly passing through the sea of ​​flowers below, and reaching a dilapidated corridor.

"not good!"

The black-haired knight felt the huge power condensed behind him, and immediately jumped to the head of the stitching monster, facing the rear, and slammed a white light wheel fiercely.

At this moment, a white light suddenly ripped apart the sky!

With the wrath of the witch, a beam of light shot out from the roaring white mist, reaching the seamstress in mid-air—everything it went was rubbish.

At that moment, the white light wheel flashed and converged with the rapidly advancing white light, catching the power.

The indescribable terrifying power collided in space!

At the moment when the forces collided, dispersed, and disappeared, countless shadows were knocked to the ground by the raging air current, unable to move, the entire enclosed space was trembling, and a sound similar to the cracking of glass was vaguely heard.