Don't confiscate my citizenship

The interference and echo caused by the violent ninth-level magic power caused the entire film and television viewing angle to tremble.

Originally, Kaliela was still praying that a big demon would wake up first and help her seal off the fourth ancestor Eduardo, but now it has become extremely critical.

And Kaliela just noticed that the tenth ancestor Ulises wanted the little wolf girl more than helping the fourth ancestor Eduardo blow up the Demon King's City.

A war that turmoils the entire northern and southern continents is destined. The more the vampire wants something, the less she can give it to them.

But now, the Fallen Lord Kaliela can't find any big demons who are expected to break away from the land of gentleness.

The only thing she was sure of was that the little wolf girl was deeply trapped in the dream, and the Wenrou Township had given her a lot of magic power.

And this is just a drop in the ocean compared to the seventh-level ultimate glow demon next to the little wolf girl.

This couldn't help but Luo Qing subconsciously glanced at the glowing demon next to the little wolf girl, and what the dream was like.

In just an instant, Qing Luo was immersed in a whole new world, and unstable ripples rippled in the surrounding space.

When the movie screen that Lan Qi and Hyperion saw came back on, it was no longer the scene in the Regent Hall of Nekalis Palace.

Calliera stood beside a church like a transparent ghost.

The world's ever-changing skies display a constant succession of colors, from the soft pink-blues of dawn to the golden-reds of dusk.

No matter how fast or slow time passes, the climate is always mild and pleasant, the sun shines through the light clouds, and the breeze lifts the fragrance of flowers and fresh air.

The owner of this dreamland is at the end of the church.

He was no longer the white-haired glow demon in the palace, but a high-spirited black-haired human youth who looked about thirty years old.

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

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

He was standing under the magnificent dome of St. Trike's Cathedral in his hometown of 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, and every piece of ancient-style decoration bears witness to time. It intersects with the pure white and pale gold flowers along the walls and arches, weaving a dreamy 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 crosses, various light and shadow paintings on the walls tens of meters high, and the colorful glass windows refract the sunlight into countless light particles, which lightly sprinkle on those white-gold petals.

A silver-haired woman was wearing a dress she would never wear normally, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

She had a slight smile on her face.

The thin skirt on her body was pure white and flawless, and the light and gorgeous skirt slowly floated on the carpet.

The white-gold flowers are softer under the breeze, exuding an elegant and charming fragrance.

The end of the flower path.

She just stood there.

"..."

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

This moment feels like forever.

"Sorry for the waitting."

she said with a smile.

Only then did the black-haired young man realize that the church was already full of people, and the rows of seats were filled with relatives, friends, and comrades he thought he would never see again.

The black-haired young man suddenly did not dare to talk 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 it would suddenly turn into a nightmare, causing him to lose this intense and stable happiness again.

It was so beautiful that he almost forgot about everything.

"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 to the witch lady?

He could no longer tell which side was the dream.

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

finally.

He only felt that his eyes were sore, and he ran forward and hugged Miss Witch as if his body was out of control.

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

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

No matter how loud the noise is, it seems that the two of them cannot be separated.

Even Kaliela, who turned into a transparent ghost and watched from the side, could only sigh.

This church in the dream is probably a cemetery in reality.

No one missed by the Glow Demon is still alive.

It’s not that he’s in such deep trouble, he just has nothing in reality.

But just as Kaliera was about to leave.

Caliella 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 was a little doting, but also a little sad and helpless.

"Wake up."

The witch lady said reluctantly to the black-haired young man.

"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 at all.

"This is a dream, a dream that you are destined to be unable to realize but cannot extricate yourself from. If you continue to stay here, your soul will melt."

The witch lady spoke softly in his ear.

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

he asked with a trembling voice.

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

Miss Witch continued, raising her hand to caress his earrings,

"Remember, Lanclos, I was already in that late autumn sixteen years ago..."

"say no more!"

Tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, like a child lying in bed, wishing he could indulge in it for a second longer.

"call……"

The witch lady lowered her eyes helplessly and smiled. She did not expect that the man she once thought was invincible would fall so deeply into such a magical illusion.

But she remained patient.

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

It seemed like a long time, but it seemed like it was only a short moment.

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

Hyperion looked at the curtain, the dim light and shadow of the picture reflected on her face, either bright or dark.

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

Hyperion gradually became immersed in the story, as if she was cut off from the world, staring at the girl in the picture, a little lost.

She knew that Miss Witch's simple words made the Son of the Sun even more painful when it was already difficult for him to escape the gentle land.

What he fears is not death, nor life, but separation without being able to meet again.