Fairy’s Box

The power of hell, thick as blood plasma, eroded wildly in all directions, like the rolling waves at the spring, stacked up and silted upwards, like a huge cocoon, wrapped around the figure in the blood-colored center.

"You violated the taboo and killed the high-ranking knights. This is a young man who provokes the entire ruling class. You will never have a chance to turn over again."

"Everything is irreparable. Even if the law can tolerate you, what will you use to make up for these blood debts?"

"Thinking that you can resist the power of **** by your own ability, it turns out that this is just a joke."

In the swollen blood cocoon, countless overlapping and undulating voices questioned at the same time. With the sudden surge of blood plasma getting louder and louder, the conversation suddenly changed, and it became extremely peaceful and warm, like a quiet harbor after a violent storm:

"Human beings are always fragile, why stick to this false form... Obedience to the will of **** is your only chance for redemption."

"Huh...huh..."

The black-haired knight gasped violently, as if forcibly restraining some kind of power that was gradually losing control in his body-his eyes became extremely terrifying, and there was a vaguely hot lava overflowing.

"You have no chance."

The King of Fear laughed, with indescribable satisfaction: "Your will has been broken, you can't even delay time, I will take over this body and return to the world as the head of the devil. "

"..."

The skin on Yalei's face cracked and fell off during the flame baking, revealing hard brown bone armor. His raised wrists fell weakly. Dark red scars with visible magma spread on his body, and blood fell drop by drop. On his head, the two horns twisted like a giant sickle grew rapidly in the burning flame, barbs grew on his back, and the crisscrossing dark red scars gradually eroded from the limbs to the heart.

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

The severe pain spread in the body of the black-haired knight. He once withstood the torture with amazing perseverance, but looking at Charlene, who still had warm tears in the corners of his eyes, he couldn't bear the tear in his heart, so he curled up like this. Resist the erosion with the last will.

Blood flowed down endlessly from his wrist, and the skin was crushed and shattered by the hard bone armor, revealing a thick arm with a restrained metallic luster, which was ruthlessly embedded in the slate floor.

"...cannot be swallowed...must not..."

Everything in front of him gradually blurred, blood obscured all vision, and in the world submerged in brimstone and flames, countless skeletons were piled into thrones, and countless demon legions were waiting for orders.

On the bare rock hillside on the outskirts of Edinburgh, Pompey, who was watching all this from a distance through the mirage, stood up all of a sudden, and pointed his finger at the void in front of him, as if a mirror-like material instantly formed.

Tick-tick-!

In the thick blood cocoons stacked up in layers, the ethereal and clear sound of spring water dripping suddenly sounded, and the chest of Charlene's body suddenly cracked, and a drop-shaped pendant floated up, and in an instant it emitted a grand light that annihilated everything. .

"What!?" The King of Fear and Yale stared at this scene.

As if something broke out in his mind, the light that spread like a whirlwind blocked the black-haired knight's sight and hearing for a moment, and the distant starlight that couldn't penetrate even staring drowned everything, while the female voice of an ancient machine was hidden. Lightly floated up.

"The time-space jump is officially launched, the time axis is folded, the target position is locked, the imaginary number jumps, three...two...one...world line...change!"

There seemed to be something opened in the dark, and the ripples of Wei Lan slowly rippled in Yalei's heart. A vast and magnificent scene traveled through time and space and gradually emerged in the endless starlight.

In the silence, he could hear the sound of time passing through space, and he saw his shadow stretched infinitely, and finally stretched out to the horizon. The waning moon fell at an astonishing speed, and the rising sun jumped up impatiently, switching positions in an instant, rising and falling along the horizon several times.

Day and night alternated frequently, like the back of a whale that appeared from time to time on the black sea surface with golden light, making the world in front of the black-haired knight appear and disappear in light and darkness.

Yale noticed that he was standing on a wide road made of metal, with no end in sight. There were countless huge steel gears solidified in the surrounding starry sky, rotating counterclockwise faster or slower synchronously.

Millions of dense loops glowing with dark golden light passed by like lightning, injected into the gears along the starry sky solidified like amber, and electric sparks radiated radially from the ends, like countless blooming flower buds.

Above the void of endless gaps overhead, molten metal flies without resistance through space, forming a torrential rain of fiery metallic magma in all directions.

The black-haired knight opened his mouth silently, staring at the tube-shaped lightning grid intertwined around the metal avenue. Countless small hot suns on the two sides of the road shone, and each other became a sea of ​​light.

Above the sea of ​​​​light intertwined with thunder and lightning, the huge metal gears are rotating and melting, and the hot waves of the molten metal are surging and spreading in space, like a storm whistling and raging on the sea.

"What exactly is this?"

The black-haired knight and the king of fear watched this scene and questioned in unison.

"This is the imaginary number corridor that can reverse time and space... Antrazu's most precious and greatest ancient ruin... It's just like what you see now... It's real..."

An old and weak voice whispered softly in Yale's ear from far to near.

"The imaginary number corridor...is real..."

The black-haired knight stared blankly at the horizon that was constantly jumping in the morning and evening glow, his eyes changing complexly, and every transformation of light seemed to be a sharp blade slowly turning over.

"This means that there is still room for recovery! As long as the imaginary number corridor is found... As long as time can be reversed... Charlene, Nicole, Kara... they can all be resurrected!"

The hot magma in Yalei's eyes gradually subsided, and the bone armor cracked into dense gaps, like the bark of withered and dead trees, and large pieces fell off.

"Do not!!!!!!"

The behemoth in the darkness suddenly throbbed, as if he had anticipated the coming ending. The King of Fear let out an angry growl from the stillborn, and the vast and majestic picture in front of him suddenly shattered.

"You are guilty! You are guilty! You are guilty!"

The roar was fleeting, and the mixed reprimands of countless men, women and children quickly rose from the inside of the blood cocoon, echoing up and down in the ears of the black-haired knight again and again.

"Yes, I am guilty."

The black-haired knight pressed his head, the dark red light marks on his body were smooth and closed like ripples, the huge horns on the top of his head melted and fell off like metal, he slowly raised his blood-stained palm, his eyes were as hard as iron:

"But the mistakes I made must be made up for by myself."

"The imaginary number corridor doesn't exist, it's an illusion created by you deceiving yourself."

"You can't lie to me this time."

Yalei's pupils shrunk suddenly to the size of the tip of a pin, stretched out his hand to hug Charlene's body tightly, and stood up again:

"I am you, you are me, you can't create an illusion beyond our cognition, and I can't do it either, and everything in the imaginary number corridor far exceeds our cognition."

"..."

The voice in the darkness fell silent, and after a while, countless overlapping and vague laughter echoed in the space:

"As expected of my human form, you are really stubborn beyond imagination. If you continue to struggle with such endless internal friction, it will hurt both you and me... The battle between you and me will stop here first."

"Are you going to compromise?"

"Why not, I have time to wait, and you, but only a hundred years of life. Since I can't defeat you in a short time, presumably you won't die easily, so the temporary waiting and compromise are good for you and me. "

The King of Terror also has a resolute style of behavior. Between his words, his will melts like magma, covering the surface of Yale's will:

"This is the unity of man and **** you dream of, use it well and exercise the authority of the king of **** in my place."

"..."

The black-haired knight's eyes once again lit up with magma-like liquid light, but this time, he completely maintained his independent will, and at the same time possessed the huge computing power and control power of the godhead.

boom--!

The blood cocoon turned into a blood-colored flame and burned to the extreme in an instant, and then quickly extinguished, as if a black hole was opened in the air, sucking those flames into another space.

The flame gradually disappeared, and a black light came out from the center of the flame, swallowing it from the inside out, gradually revealing Yale's figure.

"It turns out that we compromise with each other... that is the unity of man and god..."

The black-haired knight took a deep breath, exited the deified state, and looked at Charlene's body again, only to see that she was shriveled like a leaking ball under the moonlight, and soon only a small root remained. .

"this is……"

With an excited look in Yalei's eyes, he pinched his roots and blurted out:

"This is Genling!"

He turned around quickly and looked at the silhouettes of the remaining six people, and saw that their bodies had disappeared, and there were only six withered roots on the slate floor.

"Fake...all fake..."

The black-haired knight let out a long sigh of relief, grabbed the root spirit in his hand excitedly, and kneaded it into powder.

...

"Your Excellency the Governor!"

"Are!"

Bruno and Pompey ran over one after the other, running from the suburbs of Edinburgh to here, the former was fine, the latter was out of breath for half his life, trotting around the open space and gradually slowing down.

The silver-haired boy glanced at Yale, who was sitting quietly in the shade, and couldn't help asking:

"Are you feeling okay now?"

"Very good... I finally survived the psychedelic realm without causing irreversible consequences. I can only be happy now. How could it be bad?"

The black-haired knight patted the dust, stood up from the flower bed, glanced at Pompey who was trotting slowly, and asked tentatively:

"Imaginary number corridor?"

"What?" Bruno raised his face, confused.

"Nothing... Where are Charlene and the others now? Why can't I feel their breath?"

"You can't feel their breath of life because it was converted into an isolation room in advance... The military division is really predictable."

The silver-haired boy pointed to the ruins in the distance and explained:

"They avoided your pursuit, escaped into the underground isolation room and released the root spirits, and used them to confuse you. But in fact, we didn't plan to deceive you, as long as the king of fear stopped, Pompey said he would Have the confidence to gamble.”

"Is all this Pompey's idea?" Yale narrowed his eyes, his eyes darkening.

"Yeah, very successful." Bruno nodded happily.

"Your Excellency.

Pompey took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat, trotted to him, and said with a natural look: "I know you have a lot of doubts now, but I'm very sorry, there are some things I can't say."

"Can't say at the rule level?" The black-haired knight frowned.

"Yes."

"Well, I'll treat this as an illusion."

Yale watched Pompey's expression, then raised his right hand and stretched out his palm: "I am very lucky to have your help. If I didn't have this series of timely plans, I would have paid a huge price."

"To be honest, I was very nervous at first, and even doubted whether I could succeed... But now it seems that many things have changed." The old man smiled and gave him a high-five, looking at the isolation buried in the rubble. room:

"I think it's time for the fallen warriors to see the light of day again."

...

"Is it over? It's great that everyone is safe and sound." - Lydia.

"Boss, you really scared me just now, I have had a shadow on the deification." - Kara.

"Sometimes waiting is torture." - Clark.

"It's too stuffy in the isolation room and the smell is not good." - Lolo.

"Cough, cough, I think I'm going on vacation." - Goethe.

"It's kind of exciting." - Nicole.

The seven people walked out of the isolation room one after another, and when they saw Yale who had returned to normal, they all had the same expressions as the rain passed.

"Everyone has said something, don't you want to say something?" The black-haired knight looked at Charlene who came out last, and walked over with a smile that could not be concealed on his face.

"Do not talk to me!"

The green-haired girl pushed him away, raised her eyebrows angrily, and patted her chest hard: "I was so fierce just now that it hurt so much, don't think it's over!"

"Well, my fault."

Yale spread out his hands helplessly, glanced over everyone's faces, raised his voice and said:

"The short and thrilling nightmare is over, and from now on, nothing can shake my will. You will have the protection and trust of a deified knight, and everything will be restored and everything will be better."

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the black-haired knight hugged Charlene who was still pretending to be angry, and whispered in her ear:

"I will make it up to you. If it still hurts there, I will sincerely help you rub it until it stops hurting."

"You, you, you go away!"

The green-haired girl was immediately embarrassed and tried her best to break free from his embrace. Noticing the ambiguous and teasing expressions of everyone, she stretched out her hand to cover the blushing pretty face, and instantly disappeared into a phantom.