This is...... A dream?

Roland blinked, and walked to the fence to overlook the panoramic view of the school in the sunset. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The playground was deserted, the lone goalball rack dragging a long shadow in the orange afterglow, and in the distance were familiar libraries and dormitories, rows of translucent windows stained with gold edges by the sunset that sank into the sky.

He has studied and lived here for nearly seven years, and he is very familiar with every grass and tree, and the place where he is now is undoubtedly the rooftop of the teaching building, which is also the place he frequents most in his spare time.

Here, Roland has too many memories.

For example, the iron door behind it is constantly opening and closing with the warm wind.

This iron gate is a unique sight on the roof of the school building, and its appearance is as old as if it were an artifact dug up by archaeologists from the ground. When he arrived at the school, the iron gate was already in tatters, and he would let out intermittent screams as if he was out of breath when he pushed it, so the time after opening and closing the iron door was always very quiet. Roland always thought it was going to fall down completely, but until the day he graduated, the iron gate remained quietly on the rooftop.

But if it's a dream, why is he still like this?

He looked down at his slender hands, and touched the gray hair on his shoulders, obviously his height and body shape did not match his self when he was obsessed with studying.

Think about it...... What happened before?

Roland frowned and thought for a moment before remembering that the last shot was of the nightingale pushing him away, and then a ghostly light flashed, and then her panicked and desperate face.

"Who the hell are you?"

A graceful and ethereal female voice suddenly sounded beside her.

Roland was startled, and turned his head sharply, only to see a white-haired woman walking out from behind the staircase, with a pair of ruby eyes, and a red and white robe that fell straight to the ground, and the corners of the robe showed delicate gold patterns, obviously not belonging to this era, and the golden crown on her head had revealed her identity.

"You are the church...... The Pure?"

"And the fifteenth pope of Hermes," she paused, "and my name is Jero, and you certainly don't call Roland Wimbledon." ”

Sure enough, Roland couldn't help frowning, "So you created this place?"

Everything makes sense, the ghost light should be this guy's ability, so the nightingale will escape with him, and the scene in front of him should be an illusion or a virtual space or something like that. The moment he opened his eyes, he thought he had traveled back in time.

Although I knew that the predecessor of the Church was probably the Federation, I didn't expect that the Pope was also a pure person and a witch, and it was unreasonable for these people to turn their own kind into inhuman monsters.

"No, you created it," Jieluo walked over step by step, her tone full of interest, "it's the most influential place in your memory, and most of the time it will be in the place of daily life...... It's just that I'm curious, where the hell is this, and the four princes of Grey Keep can't live in such a place. ”

"Why should I tell you?" Roland cautiously moved towards the side of the railing, keeping his distance from her.

What the hell do you have to do now to get out of the illusion? He jumped from the top of the building with a quick twist in his mind? According to his experience of nightmares, if he found a high place and jumped down, he would wake up from his dream in no time.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me," she smiled, her voice very pleasant, "With a little effort, sooner or later I will be able to figure out who you are, where you came from, and why you became the fourth prince of Grey Keep." ”

"Do you mean reading my memories?" Roland sneered, "don't kill yourself. ”

"You know what?" "Jie Luo stopped suddenly, "Everyone who is affected by my ability, I will explain to them the function, rules, and consequences of this ability, but you are an exception"

"What?"

As soon as Roland asked, he noticed that the Pure One on the other side had jumped in front of him, and the sudden pain made him suddenly unable to hear any sound.

Trembling and lowering his head, he saw a long knife in his chest, and Roland wanted to open his mouth to shout, but he couldn't make a sound. The lungs have been completely destroyed, and the chest cavity cannot be opened and closed to press a little air into the throat.

The pain was so intense that he would rather die immediately than endure another second.

"Because I don't like anything unpredictable. ”

At the other end of the handle was Jie Luo's nonchalant face, and the gushing blood had already splattered half of her body. Due to the lack of oxygen and the brain's self-protective fainting, Roland's consciousness quickly blurred.

The next second, he was still standing by the guardrail, his body intact. And the Pure One also stood a few meters away from him, as if she had never left there.

What's going on?, Roland gasping for air, hallucinating? He clutched his violently heaving chest, the piercing still aching. He lowered his head, and there was a large pool of blood scattered in the form of a jet under his feet.

Hell, it's true!

He stared at the long knife in Jieluo's hand, and his heart was full of surprise, her hand was obviously empty before!

Something out of thin air?

At this moment, Jieluo rushed over again, and the speed was too fast to catch with the naked eye.

Roland turned and fled, feeling a tingling in his abdomen as soon as he took a step.

Then he experienced death again. Jero slashed the long knife diagonally, cutting him in half horizontally. This time the pain was longer lasting than the last, and Roland collapsed in his own blood and scattered internal organs, the continuous pain causing him to let out a heart-rending scream, and the sound was so terrible that even he startled himself.

At the second resurrection, Roland had already realized something.

It's not a nightmare that ends when you jump off a building or in severe pain, but like a gladiatorial arena that is constantly reincarnated.

Damn, what will be the conditions for the breakaway? The initiator of the defeat ability, the white-haired witch in front of him?

Since she can make weapons out of thin air, what about me? Roland gritted his teeth, concentrating that if there was a shield, he would not be unable to fight back!

A flash of blue light flashed.

Jieluo's surprise attack was blocked, and a transparent explosion-proof shield appeared in his hand, and the long knife left a deep gap in it, and Roland was also bounced out by the huge impact force.

, that's what happened!

He cursed in his heart, and the moment he rolled, he dropped his shield and replaced it with an automatic rifle.

Just as Roland raised his gun and was about to shoot, Jieluo had disappeared in place.

What's the situation?

"I'm here. ”

The voice came from the ear.

Then he felt only a flash of white light, and his hands fell to the ground along with the rifle. (To be continued.) Your support is my biggest motivation. )17-03-0711:02:22