This is...a dream?
Roland blinked and walked step by step to the fence, overlooking the panoramic view of the school under the sunset.
There was no one in the empty playground, and the lonely goal was dragged down long shadows in the orange afterglow. In the distance were the familiar libraries and dormitories, and rows of transparent windows were dyed with a golden edge by the sunset sinking into the sky.
He has been studying and living here for nearly seven years, and he is very familiar with every grass and tree. The place he is now is undoubtedly the rooftop on the top of the teaching building and the place he often goes to in his spare time.
Here, Roland has so many memories.
For example, the iron door behind it is constantly opening and closing with the warm wind.
This iron door can be regarded as a unique scenery on the roof of the teaching building, and it looks as old as a cultural relic dug out of the ground by an archaeologist.
When he came to this school, the iron gate was already in pieces. As soon as he pushed it, he would scream intermittently, as if he could not breathe, so the time after opening and closing the iron gate always seemed particularly quiet.
Roland always thought it would fall completely soon, but until the day he graduated, the iron gate was still quietly on the rooftop.
But since it's a dream, why do I still look like this?
He looked down at his slender hands, and then touched the gray hair on his shoulders. It was obvious that his height and body shape were inconsistent with himself when he was addicted to studying.
Think about it...what happened before?
Roland frowned and thought for a moment before remembering the last shot of the Nightingale pushing him away, then a faint light flashed, and then her panicked and desperate face.
Who are you?
A gentle and ethereal female voice suddenly rang beside her.
Roland was startled and turned his head violently. He saw a woman with white hair walking out from behind the stairs. She had a pair of ruby-like eyes, her red and white robe hit the ground, and the corners of the robe showed delicate golden patterns. It was obviously not part of this era, and the golden crown above her head had revealed her identity.
Are you the purist of the church?
She was also the fifteenth pope of the Holy City of Hermes. She paused, and my name was Jieluo, and you definitely didn't call him Roland Wimbledon.
As expected, Roland couldn't help but frown, so did you create this place?
Everything makes sense. The light should be this guy's ability, so the Nightingale would take him away, and the scene in front of him should be effects such as illusion or virtual space.
The moment he opened his eyes, he thought he had traveled back again.
Although we knew that the predecessor of the church was probably the Union, we did not expect that the Pope was also a pure witch, and these people actually turned their kind into inhuman monsters, which was simply unreasonable.
No, it was created by you. Jieluo walked over step by step, her tone was full of interest. It is the most influential place in your memory, and it will appear in the place of daily life most of the time... but I'm very curious, where is this place?The fourth prince of Gray Castle would never be able to live in such a place.
Why should I tell you?Roland moved cautiously toward the side of the railing, keeping her distance.
What exactly should we do to get rid of the illusion now?His thoughts changed sharply and he jumped from the rooftop?According to his experience in nightmare, just find a high point and jump down and you can wake up from your dream immediately.
It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. She smiled, her voice was very pleasant. As long as I spend some effort, I will sooner or later understand, including who you are, where you came from, and why they became the fourth prince of Gray Castle.
Will you know sooner or later?
Are you saying to read my memories?Roland sneered, don't hold yourself to death.
Do you know?Jieluo suddenly stopped. I will explain to everyone who is influenced by my ability to the role, rules and consequences of this ability, but you are an exception.
What?
As soon as Roland asked, he found that the pure man on the opposite side had jumped in front of him. The sudden pain made him suddenly unable to hear any sound.
He lowered his head tremblingly and saw a long knife piercing his chest. Roland wanted to open his mouth and shout, but could not make a sound.
The lungs have been completely destroyed, and the chest cavity cannot push the slightest amount of air into the throat.
The severe pain penetrated his whole body like an electric current. He would rather die immediately than bear it for another second.
Because I don't like anything that is unpredictable.
The other end of the hilt was Jie Luo's face as if nothing had happened, and the blood gushed out had already wet half of her body.Due to hypoxia and self-protective fainting in the brain, Roland's consciousness quickly became shaky.
The next second, he was still standing by the guardrail, his body intact.And the pure one stood several meters away from him, just as she had never left there.
What's going on?Roland gasped heavily, hallucinations?He covered his violently undulating chest, and the holed area still hurt slightly.He lowered his head and there was a large pool of blood scattered in a squirt shape under his feet.
Hell, what happened just now is true!
He stared at the long sword in Jieluo's hand, and was extremely surprised. Her hands were obviously empty before!
Creating something out of thin air?
In this moment, Jieluo rushed over again, and the speed was so fast that it was hard to capture with the naked eye.
Roland turned around and ran away, and as soon as he took a step, he felt a numbness in his abdomen.
Then he experienced death again.
Jie Luo cut him horizontally in half with a long knife.
The pain this time was longer than last time. Roland fell into his blood and his scattered internal organs. The continuous severe pain made him scream heart-wrenchingly, and his voice was so shrill that even he was shocked.
Roland had already realized something when he was resurrected for the second time.
This is by no means a nightmare that will end if you jump off a building or a severe pain, but like a arena of constant reincarnation.
Damn, then what are the conditions for separation?The initiator of the defeated ability, that is, the white-haired witch in front of you?
Since she can make weapons out of thin air, what about me?Roland gritted his teeth and focused his energy. If he had a shield, he would not have no ability to fight back!
A blue light flashed by.
Jie Luo was blocked suddenly, and a transparent explosion-proof shield appeared in his hand. The long sword left a deep gap on it, and Roland was also bounced out by the huge impact force.
That's really the case!
He cursed in his heart, and at the moment of rolling, he had dropped his shield and replaced it with an automatic rifle.
Just as Roland raised his gun and was waiting for the shooting, Jieluo had disappeared from the spot.
What's going on?
I'm here.
The sound came from my ears.
Then he felt a flash of white light, and his hands fell to the ground along with the rifle.
Roland blinked and walked step by step to the fence, overlooking the panoramic view of the school under the sunset.
There was no one in the empty playground, and the lonely goal was dragged down long shadows in the orange afterglow. In the distance were the familiar libraries and dormitories, and rows of transparent windows were dyed with a golden edge by the sunset sinking into the sky.
He has been studying and living here for nearly seven years, and he is very familiar with every grass and tree. The place he is now is undoubtedly the rooftop on the top of the teaching building and the place he often goes to in his spare time.
Here, Roland has so many memories.
For example, the iron door behind it is constantly opening and closing with the warm wind.
This iron door can be regarded as a unique scenery on the roof of the teaching building, and it looks as old as a cultural relic dug out of the ground by an archaeologist.
When he came to this school, the iron gate was already in pieces. As soon as he pushed it, he would scream intermittently, as if he could not breathe, so the time after opening and closing the iron gate always seemed particularly quiet.
Roland always thought it would fall completely soon, but until the day he graduated, the iron gate was still quietly on the rooftop.
But since it's a dream, why do I still look like this?
He looked down at his slender hands, and then touched the gray hair on his shoulders. It was obvious that his height and body shape were inconsistent with himself when he was addicted to studying.
Think about it...what happened before?
Roland frowned and thought for a moment before remembering the last shot of the Nightingale pushing him away, then a faint light flashed, and then her panicked and desperate face.
Who are you?
A gentle and ethereal female voice suddenly rang beside her.
Roland was startled and turned his head violently. He saw a woman with white hair walking out from behind the stairs. She had a pair of ruby-like eyes, her red and white robe hit the ground, and the corners of the robe showed delicate golden patterns. It was obviously not part of this era, and the golden crown above her head had revealed her identity.
Are you the purist of the church?
She was also the fifteenth pope of the Holy City of Hermes. She paused, and my name was Jieluo, and you definitely didn't call him Roland Wimbledon.
As expected, Roland couldn't help but frown, so did you create this place?
Everything makes sense. The light should be this guy's ability, so the Nightingale would take him away, and the scene in front of him should be effects such as illusion or virtual space.
The moment he opened his eyes, he thought he had traveled back again.
Although we knew that the predecessor of the church was probably the Union, we did not expect that the Pope was also a pure witch, and these people actually turned their kind into inhuman monsters, which was simply unreasonable.
No, it was created by you. Jieluo walked over step by step, her tone was full of interest. It is the most influential place in your memory, and it will appear in the place of daily life most of the time... but I'm very curious, where is this place?The fourth prince of Gray Castle would never be able to live in such a place.
Why should I tell you?Roland moved cautiously toward the side of the railing, keeping her distance.
What exactly should we do to get rid of the illusion now?His thoughts changed sharply and he jumped from the rooftop?According to his experience in nightmare, just find a high point and jump down and you can wake up from your dream immediately.
It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. She smiled, her voice was very pleasant. As long as I spend some effort, I will sooner or later understand, including who you are, where you came from, and why they became the fourth prince of Gray Castle.
Will you know sooner or later?
Are you saying to read my memories?Roland sneered, don't hold yourself to death.
Do you know?Jieluo suddenly stopped. I will explain to everyone who is influenced by my ability to the role, rules and consequences of this ability, but you are an exception.
What?
As soon as Roland asked, he found that the pure man on the opposite side had jumped in front of him. The sudden pain made him suddenly unable to hear any sound.
He lowered his head tremblingly and saw a long knife piercing his chest. Roland wanted to open his mouth and shout, but could not make a sound.
The lungs have been completely destroyed, and the chest cavity cannot push the slightest amount of air into the throat.
The severe pain penetrated his whole body like an electric current. He would rather die immediately than bear it for another second.
Because I don't like anything that is unpredictable.
The other end of the hilt was Jie Luo's face as if nothing had happened, and the blood gushed out had already wet half of her body.Due to hypoxia and self-protective fainting in the brain, Roland's consciousness quickly became shaky.
The next second, he was still standing by the guardrail, his body intact.And the pure one stood several meters away from him, just as she had never left there.
What's going on?Roland gasped heavily, hallucinations?He covered his violently undulating chest, and the holed area still hurt slightly.He lowered his head and there was a large pool of blood scattered in a squirt shape under his feet.
Hell, what happened just now is true!
He stared at the long sword in Jieluo's hand, and was extremely surprised. Her hands were obviously empty before!
Creating something out of thin air?
In this moment, Jieluo rushed over again, and the speed was so fast that it was hard to capture with the naked eye.
Roland turned around and ran away, and as soon as he took a step, he felt a numbness in his abdomen.
Then he experienced death again.
Jie Luo cut him horizontally in half with a long knife.
The pain this time was longer than last time. Roland fell into his blood and his scattered internal organs. The continuous severe pain made him scream heart-wrenchingly, and his voice was so shrill that even he was shocked.
Roland had already realized something when he was resurrected for the second time.
This is by no means a nightmare that will end if you jump off a building or a severe pain, but like a arena of constant reincarnation.
Damn, then what are the conditions for separation?The initiator of the defeated ability, that is, the white-haired witch in front of you?
Since she can make weapons out of thin air, what about me?Roland gritted his teeth and focused his energy. If he had a shield, he would not have no ability to fight back!
A blue light flashed by.
Jie Luo was blocked suddenly, and a transparent explosion-proof shield appeared in his hand. The long sword left a deep gap on it, and Roland was also bounced out by the huge impact force.
That's really the case!
He cursed in his heart, and at the moment of rolling, he had dropped his shield and replaced it with an automatic rifle.
Just as Roland raised his gun and was waiting for the shooting, Jieluo had disappeared from the spot.
What's going on?
I'm here.
The sound came from my ears.
Then he felt a flash of white light, and his hands fell to the ground along with the rifle.
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