Chapter 609: The Shadow Weaving Record of Ranch and Hyperion (Part 1)

The interference echoes produced by the violent ninth-level magic power caused the entire film perspective to tremble.

Originally, Kaliela was hoping that a great demon would wake up first and help her seal off the fourth ancestor Eduardo, but now the situation has become critical.

And Calliera had just noticed that the tenth ancestor Ulysses wanted the little wolf girl more than helping the fourth ancestor Eduardo blow up the Demon King's Castle.

A war that would shake the entire northern and southern continents was doomed. The more the vampires wanted something, the less she could give it to them.

But now, the Fallen Lord Kaliela can't find any great demons that have any hope of escaping from the land of gentleness.

The only thing she was sure of was that the little wolf girl was extremely deeply trapped in the dream, and the land of gentleness gave her a lot of magic power.

Compared with the seventh-level ultimate glowing demon next to the little wolf girl, this is just a drop in the ocean.

This couldn't help but make Zhuiluo Qing subconsciously look at the glowing demon beside the little wolf girl and wonder what the dream was like.

In just a moment, Zhuiluo Qing was immersed in a completely new world, and the space around him was rippling with unstable waves.

When the movie screen that Lanci and Hyperion saw was lit up again, it was no longer the scene of the Regent Hall of the Nakaris Palace.

Kaliela stood beside a church like a transparent ghost.

The world's ever-changing skies present ever-changing colors, from the soft pink and blue of dawn to the golden red of dusk.

Whether time passes quickly or slowly, the climate is always mild and pleasant, the sun shines through the light clouds, and the breeze brings the fragrance of flowers and fresh air.

And the owner of this dream is at the end of the church.

He was no longer the white-haired glowing demon in the palace, but a black-haired human youth who looked to be about thirty years old and full of vigor and vitality.

His hair was meticulously combed, revealing his ears, and a faint light was reflected on his earrings.

The young man with black hair and green eyes looked around in a daze.

He was standing under the majestic dome of St. Terrick's Cathedral in his hometown of the Horning Empire.

The statues and murals of gods seem to have descended from the sky, quietly blessing the people below.

There is a holy atmosphere in the air. Each decoration in the Age of Gods style bears witness to the passage of time, interweaving with the pure white and light gold flowers along the walls and arches, weaving a dreamlike corridor.

The young man seemed confused and didn't know why he was standing here.

"Lancros."

Until a light voice sounded behind him, calling his name.

He turned around.

The cross and the various colorful paintings and colorful glass windows on the walls dozens of meters high refract the sunlight into countless light particles, which lightly sprinkle on the white and gold petals.

A silver-haired woman was wearing a dress that she never wore normally and holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

She had a faint smile on her face.

The thin dress she was wearing was pure white, and its light and gorgeous hem slowly floated on the carpet.

The white and gold flowers become softer in the breeze, exuding a light and charming fragrance.

The end of the flower road.

She just stood there.

“…”

He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the figure in the wedding dress, and then he remained motionless.

This moment feels like forever.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting."

She said with a smile.

It was not until this moment that the black-haired young man realized that the church was already full of people, and the rows of seats were filled with relatives, friends, and comrades-in-arms whom he thought he would never see again.

The black-haired young man suddenly didn't dare to talk much to the people in front of him in the church. He was afraid that he would not be able to distinguish between dreams and reality, and that it would suddenly turn into a nightmare, causing him to lose this intense yet stable happiness again.

It was so beautiful that he was about to forget everything else.

"No, that's not right."

His lips and teeth trembled as he thought.

It seemed like a nightmare. He dreamed of a world where life was worse than death. His hometown, his relatives, and his friends all ceased to exist.

A wedding with Miss Witch?

He could no longer tell which side was the dream.

Sometimes the impression of a dream is so deep that he cannot tell whether it is a memory of a real experience or a trace left over from a dream of a certain night.

final.

He just felt his eyes sore, and he ran forward and hugged the witch lady as if his body was out of control.

"I really miss you, and I have so much to tell you."

Ignoring the cheers and shouts from his relatives and friends in the church, he hugged Miss Witch tightly and spoke to her.

No matter how loud the noise was, it seemed unable to separate the two people.

Even Kaliela, who was watching from the side as a transparent ghost, could only sigh.

This church in the dream would probably be a cemetery in reality.

No one who was missed by the Glowing Demon is still alive.

It’s no wonder that he fell so deeply into it, he just had nothing in reality.

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

However, just as Kaliela was about to leave.

Calliera suddenly stopped again.

Because she saw—

The witch lady was stunned at first, then slowly raised her hand and placed it on the back of the black-haired young man.

Her smile contained a hint of doting, as well as a hint of sadness and helplessness.

"Wake up."

Miss Witch said to the black-haired young man reluctantly.

"What did you say...?"

The black-haired young man's voice was stiff, as if he understood something, but also as if he didn't understand it at all.

"This is a dream, a dream that you are destined to never realize but cannot extricate yourself from. If you continue to stay here, your soul will melt away."

Miss Witch spoke softly in his ear.

"No, no, this is even more impossible. If this was a dream that tricked me into falling, why, why did you chase me away?"

He questioned with a trembling voice.

"Even if I die, I will protect you as promised."

Miss Witch continued, raising her hand and gently stroking his earring.

"Remember now, Lanclos, I have already been in the late autumn sixteen years ago..."

"Stop talking!"

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, like a child who stayed in bed, wanting to indulge himself for even a second longer.

"call……"

The witch lady lowered her eyes and smiled helplessly. She had never expected that the man she once thought was invincible would fall so deeply in such an illusion magic.

But she remained patient.

They hugged each other like this for who knows how long.

It seemed like a long time, yet it seemed like only a brief moment.

Outside the movie screen, in the space under the starry sky.

Hyperion looked at the screen, and the dim light and shadow of the picture were reflected on her face, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

The voices of the Son of the Sun and Miss Witch in the Shadow World video echoed in this space.

Hyperion gradually immersed herself in the story, as if isolated from the world, staring at the figure of the girl in the picture, somewhat dazed.

She knew that the simple words of the witch lady made the Son of the Sun, who already found it difficult to escape from the gentle embrace, even more painful.

What he feared was not death, nor life, but separation from his loved ones without the possibility of reunion.

(End of this chapter)