Chapter 492: Breaking the Illusion (10,000)

"Master, you're awake." Cecilia's familiar whisper sounded in Ron's ears.

It's a wonderful feeling.

Ron's consciousness was not completely eroded by the illusion, and he did not lose control. He was even very clear that Cecilia who appeared behind him was just an illusion and did not really exist.

But Cecilia's voice was so familiar.

He could feel Cecilia's warmth, smell her fragrance, and feel Cecilia's heartbeat.

Everything is so fascinating.

Even though Ron knew that all this was just a lie, he couldn't bear to destroy it.

Perhaps, Ron held a kind of confidence in his heart. He believed that he was not lost, and firmly believed that he would never be lost. He just wanted to enjoy the tranquility and warmth in front of him for a while, that's all.

He just wanted to find some comfort in his heart. When he felt his soul had been satisfied, he could break free from this illusion at any time.

However, he probably didn't know that every trial-taker who was sinking in the illusion of lust had the same idea. They all thought they could control everything and that their will was strong enough, until their spirits continued to sink, and in the end there was no way to break free from the abyss... No, what was even more terrifying was that in the end their spirits would be worn out to the point that they wouldn't even have the slightest will to break free, and they would willingly sink into this illusion.

The illusion of lust, although named lust, actually shows more than just the sexual temptation between men and women, it is also the embodiment of the life that the trial-taker desires most in his heart.

It is precisely because of this that this fantasy has an infinite, addictive charm.

Because of this, the illusion of lust becomes the most dangerous of the seven illusions.

A slight smile appeared on Ron's lips. Feeling Cecilia's body temperature and heartbeat behind him, he looked around.

There is no war, no intrigue, no calculation of fate, no threat of death at any time, only peace and tranquility.

There was nothing to worry about here. Ron even wanted to move a chair, lie quietly in the sun and rock slowly like an old man... God knows, he was obviously just a young man in his twenties, but his mind was like that of an old man in his seventies or eighties.

"Master, are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat."

Cecilia's voice came to my ears again, still as gentle as before.

"Well, thank you for your help." Ron replied with a slight nod.

Cecilia responded happily, and her lotus-like arms finally released Ron's neck and left the small room to prepare food. Suddenly, Ron was the only one left in the quiet room. He pursed his lips and walked towards the door.

Squeak.

The door of the small house was pushed open easily.

The sunlight shone on Ron's face. The scorching light was like a sharp sword, making Ron's eyes feel stinging. After a while, Ron finally got used to the dazzling sunlight. He stretched and walked out of the room completely.

It is still the familiar branch of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn in Larnaca City.

Everything was not much different from what he remembered. There had been no rampage of black beasts, no thousands of priests had died in the attacks of the young god, no huge mother tree with densely packed corpses hanging on it, no corpses strewn all over the ground, no rivers of blood, and no broken walls.

Nuns came and went in the church, each with a faint smile on her face, which made people feel very comfortable.

Ron walked slowly in the church, looking around, not wanting to miss any details.

There were many places that he had almost forgotten, but this illusion actually dug these scenes out from the deepest part of his memory and presented them to him.

Suddenly, Ron stopped.

He saw a person.

He was an old man with a thin figure.

His hair and beard were all white. He sat quietly under a big tree, with his back leaning against the trunk, seemingly resting his eyes.

It's Archbishop Gerald.

For a moment, Ron even felt his eyes a little sore.

Ron would never forget that in the former Larnaca city, it was Archbishop Gerald who swallowed all the spores released by the young god into his own body, allowing those spores to take root and sprout in his body, draining all the nutrients in his body in the shortest time, turning his body into rotten meat paste, and then died in extreme pain.

Originally, he didn't have to die.

He still has a chance to survive.

He was forced to death by Anthony Andre just to prevent the spores of the young god from falling into your hands, Anthony Andre, because Gerald knew very well that once these spores fell into Anthony's hands, the entire Dusk Continent would be full of black beasts.

The whole world will sink into the wailing of death and despair.

So, he chose to swallow the spores.

Ron clenched his fingers subconsciously. Not to mention the conflict between the Andre family and himself, Gerald's hatred alone would never allow the Andre family to continue to exist in this world.

For the Dusk Continent, the Andre family is the biggest cancer.

It can be seen from Ron's inner thoughts that Ron did not sink into this illusion. Even if this illusion was extremely real and was simply a projection of Ron's deepest desire, Ron still insisted that it was just an illusion. He would seize any abnormal point to continuously strengthen the fact that this was an illusion, and he would use hatred to maintain his determination to leave the illusion.

From the very beginning, he regarded this as a beautiful dream and would never mix dreams with reality.

He walked in this space, but there was a gap between him and this space that could never be integrated.

He met Herman again. This enemy who wanted to eat him alive when he first crossed over to the Dusk Continent, now showed no hatred at all and even greeted him very kindly.

Ron didn't know how long he had stayed in this space, maybe a long time, maybe just a short moment. There was always scorching sunlight above his head, and even though he had walked around the church, there had been no changes at all.

After all, beautiful dreams are just beautiful dreams.

No matter how beautiful this dream is, it is not reality after all.

Before he knew it, Ron was back in the small room.

Cecilia had already prepared the food and had a gentle smile on her face, as if she was waiting for him to come and enjoy it.

Ron's eyes swept over Cecilia and finally turned into a silent sigh. Cecilia, who had originally had a gentle face, seemed to have noticed something, and her pretty face suddenly showed some tension: "Master, what's wrong? Is the food I cooked not to your taste?"

With a strange look on his face, Ron slowly exhaled: "Cecilia, I'm leaving here."

Cecilia's face suddenly became sad, and her voice was a little tearful: "Sir, isn't it good to stay here? Everything you want is here. Isn't this the life you've always dreamed of?"

"Stay here, Cecilia will always be with you."

"If you think Cecilia is not enough, there is also Miss Irelia. Miss Seraphina is also here, look..."

As she spoke, Cecilia's face became enchanting and charming. She pointed a green finger in the direction of the bathroom. The bathroom was filled with mist and someone was bathing inside.

Two slender and beautiful figures were vaguely visible on the frosted glass.

The tall one is Seraphina.

In the entire Dusk Continent, it is rare to see girls as tall and sexy as Seraphina.

The other woman next to her, who was slightly petite but well-proportioned, was Irelia.

Even in the hazy light, this beautiful figure showed infinite charm. Even though Ron knew very well that this was an illusion and everything he saw was just an illusion, he still felt a restlessness and burning in his chest.

The two girls hugged each other and wiped each other's bodies.

The illusion of lust finally began to show its power.

Ron's ears began to echo with the soft music, those high-pitched or charming voices, which constantly stirred Ron's heartstrings.

Gradually, Ron even felt that the world in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light pink luster. He could smell an inexplicable fragrance and sweetness in his nostrils. The original tranquility and peace gradually disappeared, and was replaced by temptation.

"Sir, please stay."

"Irelia, Seraphina and I are all here. We will serve you well." Cecilia's breath was as sweet as orchid. She swayed her slender body gently and walked slowly to Ron. Her green fingers slid down Ron's chest.

The fingernails slid across his skin, causing a slight numbness that made Ron's body tremble slightly as if he was electrocuted.

“Isn’t this place good?”

"Stay here, sir, and you won't have to worry about any danger."

"You don't have to rack your brains to plan anything anymore."

"You no longer have to fight with all your might to face those terrible enemies."

"What the world has become has nothing to do with you, right? Why make yourself so tired? Cecilia will be distressed."

With her head resting on Ron's chest, Cecilia whispered softly.

The slightly messy hair fell on Ron's face and ears, making him feel itchy and stirring his heart.

Suddenly, Cecilia raised her little head and looked at Ron with her big eyes. "Do you think the three of us are not enough? Look, sir, it's Princess Dolores. She's here too."

Following Cecilia's line of sight, Ron saw another figure in the room. Who else could it be but Princess Dolores? In the illusion, Dolores didn't seem to have become a queen yet. Although she was still elegant and noble, her long golden wavy hair showed her beauty and confidence. With a proud smile on her face, she stared at Ron silently: "Ron, this princess hopes you can stay."

"Oh, that's Her Royal Highness the Great Saint..."

Following Cecilia's voice, another figure appeared in front of Ron.

Who else could it be but Christian? She still had that plump and attractive figure, exuding an intoxicating sense of tolerance. Lying in Christian's arms, she must be very happy, right? "Your Highness, the Saint, you can stay here too."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Whatever you want, you can have it here, sir."

"Why do you want to leave? Sir, you know, if you leave, it will be dark here, with nothing, and it will be cold."

"Only your arrival can bring a little warmth here. Sir, I don't want to live in that dark and cold world forever. I'm so scared. Sir, you can't bear to let us be tortured by fear like this, right?"

The illusion of lust is very good at controlling people's hearts.

It knew very well what kind of scene could really move Ron.

"Stay."

Cecilia said.

"Stay!"

Seraphina and Irelia also walked out of the bathroom wrapped in bath towels.

"Stay."

Christian and Dolores also called out.

The voices were different, but equally gentle, and the voices were equally pleading, like spider silk woven into a large web that gradually enveloped Ron.

Looking at those pretty faces full of sadness and pleading, Ron's vision gradually became hazy and sad. He even had a strange illusion that these figures in front of him were not just illusions, but living beings.

Deep inside him, he seemed to have been strongly stimulated by something and became soft.

His hands, no longer under his control, slowly fell on Cecilia's shoulders.

As if she sensed something, Cecilia raised her little face, her pretty face full of joy... But the next moment, Ron's two hands suddenly exerted force and forcibly pushed Cecilia away from his arms.

The joy on Cecilia's face instantly turned into extreme sadness, and she was about to cry: "Sir, can you really bear to abandon us in this dark and cold world?"

Ron shook his head slightly: "If I stay here, you outside will die!"

The fate of so many people has been changed because of my appearance.

Ron believed that once he died and lost his greatest target, the repairman would definitely turn his attention back to these people and forcibly twist their fate back to its original trajectory.

Taking a deep breath, Ron slowly closed his eyes.

The moment he closed his eyes, Ron saw several crying faces.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he seemed to feel some piercing pain.

But in the end, Ron did not open his eyes again, only his lips moved slightly: "Dissipate!"

Click, click, click…

In the blink of an eye, Ron's ears began to echo with the sound of breaking glass.

He began to hear women's shrill screams and desperate cries.

He could feel several slender hands tightly grasping his wrists and his clothes, as if trying their best to save something at the last moment.

However, at this moment, Ron's heart was as hard as steel.

No matter what happens in the outside world, he will not waver in the slightest.

Finally, all the sounds gradually disappeared, and even the fingers grabbing his clothes and wrists gradually disappeared. After a while, Ron finally opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Ron was shocked to find that the place where he was had undergone earth-shaking changes.

It was no longer the original small but cozy wooden house, but instead was an empty and chaotic...starry sky.

That’s right, it’s the starry sky.

Ron's body was floating in the sea of ​​stars. Looking around, he saw meteorites of all sizes everywhere, densely packed throughout the space.

Although it is a starry sky, it does not appear dark. The whole world is based on a fiery red color. On the huge meteorites, you can even see curling flames.

This is a starry sky burning with flames.

Seeing this scene, Ron knew in his heart that the final test of breaking through the realm of destruction was finally coming.

In some ways, the previous seven levels of illusion were just the qualifications for accepting the final test. If one could not even break through the seven levels of illusion, then one would not be qualified to stand in this sea of ​​stars.

Ron took a deep breath, his face solemn, a sense of pride rising in his chest, his eyes staring quietly at this space, he was waiting.

In this world where the flow of time could not be felt at all, Ron had no idea how much time had passed. The meteorites in the sea of ​​stars seemed to be completely fixed in that position without moving at all.

It was in this situation that a familiar outline suddenly appeared in the sky in front of me.

The outline was tall and strong, just like a giant python that could swallow the sky, rolling in the flames. Gradually, the body of the giant python became clearer and clearer.

That was not a giant python, it was a huge chain formed by links connected together.

The shackles of destiny.

This is a shackle placed around the neck of every living being on the Dusk Continent by a mysterious existence in the sky.

This is the cruelest and most terrible restriction in the world.

It is because of this restriction that countless talented people in the Dusk Continent over the past eight thousand years have been trapped at the peak of the legendary realm for their entire lives, unable to take another step forward, and ultimately died in depression.

It is because of these shackles that no one in the Dusk Continent can reach higher limits, and no living creature can become a threat to the sky.

This was not the first time Ron had sensed the existence of the shackles of destiny.

In the Temple of Dusk, after realizing the deliberate restrictions imposed by Heaven, the shackles of destiny appeared in front of Ron for the first time.

Ron saw similar shackles in the tomb of the gods in the Temple of Dusk, in the underground seals of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and the Church of the Heart of Nature.

When Ron broke through the legendary realm and his power reached the limit of the world, the shackles of destiny appeared again.

That time, it was the senior Sister Terminator Archibald who came out from the abyss and tore countless chains apart.

And this time, Ron will have to face it all himself.

He is fearless!

Chapter 2 10,000 words 　　 　 (End of this chapter)