Don't confiscate my citizenship

"It turns out that in that dream..."

Lan Qi closed his eyes and thought about it silently in his heart.

He dreamed of a tyrant who committed unpardonable crimes and destroyed everything without distinction.

But there is something different.

Can't tell what the difference is.

"What dream? Did you have another nightmare before?"

Thalia asked Lanqi, her heart clenched.

She didn't want Lan Qi to understand anything alone in this shadow world of immortal punishment.

She could listen to Ranchi's heart.

"We passed by the Land of Eternal Night. When we were in Little Night City, I probably dreamed that Lancross killed everyone he saw..."

Lanci confessed to Thalia.

If the dream is too absurd, who will take it seriously?

He knew that Talia had a good impression of the Black Sun after watching Kaliela's video recording, and he didn't want to tell such an unreasonable dream scene.

"Even if I see such a dream, I will still believe in the historical Lanclos. It is impossible for him to fall. No matter what kind of dark journey he goes through or what kind of trauma he has, he will never lose himself. He will always be the kind-hearted person." soul."

Thalia was talking about Hei Riqing, but she seemed to be staring closely at Lan Qi.

In her opinion, her apprentice would make the same choice as Lanclos at any time.

She believed in the determination that Lan Qi had taught her, so she also believed in the Black Sun Minister who was very similar to Lan Qi tens of thousands of years ago.

"Master, please don't be like this... I'm too embarrassed to do your daily tasks."

With a smile in his eyes, Lan Qi looked at the distant day and said to Thalia in his heart.

"I didn't even blame you for calling me an old woman just now. I'm the only one who can tolerate you so much."

Thalia snorted coldly and blamed him.

"Then can I already call you that in person?"

Lan Qi also didn't expect Talia to be so easy to talk to.

"You go out and try. See how long I let you lie on the ground."

Thalia still felt her blood pressure was high.

This guy just knows how to push the envelope, and he looks so eager to try. Damn it.

Give him some color and he will open a dyeing shop.

"Hahaha, no, no, no."

Lan Qi and Talia chatted for a while, and everyone seemed to be much happier.

He closed his eyes and his expression turned solemn.

Just like the silver mask, the lines are soft, the expression is calm, and there is a compassion and love between the eyebrows and eyes.

He prayed that the lost lives could rest in peace, that the surviving people could be strong, and that he would have enough strength to carry the world that was about to fall apart.

When he opened his eyes again, his emerald green pupils were already blazing.

He now knew that the battle in Blood Moon City just now was just the beginning, and the real battle was still to come.

The figure of the white-robed Pope disappeared in the Blood Palace.

When he reappeared, he was on the ground in St. Trik, the capital of the Horning Empire that had been transformed into a demonic realm.

The overwhelming miasma transformed by the demons surged at the end of the earth and enveloped the entire sky.

Blocking out the sky and the sun, the solar eclipse is like an ominous eye, staring indifferently at this human turmoil.

Lan Qi flew into the distance.

In St. Trik, the once beautiful and prosperous capital of Horning, thousands of demons were running and roaring across the land. Their bodies were twisted and deformed, and their eyes were burning with bloodthirsty and crazy desire.

More monsters fell from the sky, hitting the earth like black raindrops, crushing all living creatures into powder.

The city-state in the distance turned into a sea of ​​fire, with thick smoke billowing into the sky. The little devil was torn into pieces by the big devil, or was swallowed by the flames, or was trampled into a pool of bloody mud.

The South has completely fallen and turned into a hell on earth.

There are still residents in the north of the Horning Empire who have not yet been planted with the poisonous seedlings that transform the vampires. Further north, the St. Paulante Empire is the last pure land that has not yet fallen into the abyss of demonization.

The demon army is rushing there, their numbers are overwhelming and they are unstoppable.

Once the North falls, the entire world will fall into eternal darkness.

The demons discovered his figure and roared with joy.

"Human...human!"

"Eat it!"

This human being can bring them endless happiness.

Thousands of demons swarmed towards Lan Qi like a tide.

They are either ferocious or ugly, spitting corrosive poisonous blood from their mouths, and their eyes are shining with hunger.

Lan Qi didn't take a step back. He raised his hand and a ball of blazing white light gathered, condensed, and expanded in the palm of his hand. Finally, it turned into a bolt of thunder across the sky, crashing towards the demon army.

In an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and countless demons were wiped out in this blow, turning into drifting black mist.

His attack was like a signal flare.

Many people who were rushing towards the north turned back.

But more demons kept coming, fighting one after another, regardless of life or death.

Lan Qi rushed north, like a humanoid weapon, rampaging through the sea of ​​demons, sweeping away all obstacles in front of him.

There are too many mad demons.

It’s so densely packed that there’s no end in sight.

Even covering the entire Horning Empire across the continent.

In the distance, the demon army is still swarming, and the horizon is occupied by their dark figures.

Behind Lan Qi, there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and the stench was unbearable.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and his emerald green pupils were filled with light. He raised his arms high and his body was suspended straight in the air, like a rising sun, shining on every corner of the earth.

The next second, the sky collapsed and the earth split.

A ray of light wider than the mountains and deeper than the ocean burst out from Lanqi's body and rushed straight into the sky.

It tore through the gloomy sky, split the surging black fog, and swallowed up all the filth on the earth.

In front of this holy light, even the most powerful demons are just moths flying into the fire.

They screamed miserably, their bodies burned, annihilated, and turned into ashes. More demons continued to pour in, but without exception, they were buried in this beam of light.

A moment later, the demon army was wiped out.

The earth returned to tranquility and the sky returned to blue.

Only the silver-faced and white-robed figure stood quietly in the center like a majestic god.

"Horning's territory is too boundless. Even if [Immortal Punishment] fixes your body, you will gradually decay and collapse when you turn into an undead at the end of your life."

Talia reminded him.

Although the mana recovery speed of the ninth level is also fast, the burden of Yongyao's destruction is too great.

She didn't want Lanqi to experience the death that Lanklos had experienced again.

"It doesn't matter. Lanklos has experienced all this at least once."

Lanqi was sure that he might never be able to fully understand Lanklos's state of mind.

He always felt that everything in the Blood Moon Era was not over yet.

This is not necessarily the worst ending, but it is definitely not the best ending.

The key to the relatively optimal ending is in the last remaining Mirror of Tiberius. If it is not explored, perhaps one day in the future, it will repeat the same mistakes, repeat the same history, over and over again.

He took a deep breath and swooped north again, forcing himself to ignore the fatigue of his body and the urgent mana.

His back was upright and firm, wanting to blend into the darkness, but also seemed to tear the darkness apart.

...

In the north, tens of thousands of kilometers away, there is a peaceful and tranquil pure land.

The capital of Saint Polante, Helsharem.

The setting sun shines through the gaps between the branches of the towering ancient trees, casting golden light on the earth.

The breeze blows, and the leaves rustle, as if humming a hymn of life.

The air is filled with the fragrance of grass and soil, mixed with the fragrance of a few flowers, refreshing the heart.

On this land, the most simple and kind people of the Northern Pope live.

They have been working hard for generations, keeping to themselves, and living a simple and happy life.

On one side of the city-state, the newly built wooden house is particularly eye-catching.

The walls are made of red bricks, the roofs are paved with brown tiles, and the bluestone road in front of the door is cleaned spotlessly.

The smoke rises from the chimney, covering the whole house with a dreamy mist.

"Children, come and eat!"

A kind female voice came from the house, her tone full of tenderness and love.

"Here I come, Mom!"

The tender voices of children came one after another, and figures jumped into the house from the street.

Inside the house, a sumptuous dinner was placed on a simple wooden table.

The family sat around the table with steaming potato soup, golden and crispy bread, and freshly bought fruits, with happy smiles on their faces.

The father, a tall, resolute middle-aged man, was smiling at his wife and children, and the mother, a plump, gentle woman, was serving soup to the children, humming a little song.

"I heard that the Pope will go to the Iron Fortress Oberon next week to participate in the peace memorial. People say that with him, we don't have to worry about war and suffering anymore. He will bring us an unprecedented peaceful and prosperous era!"

Several children talked and laughed, discussing their experiences in Hersarem with great joy.

"Yes, I've heard that too. With the Pope here, we will never be plagued by war again for generations."

Another child also interrupted excitedly, with admiration in his eyes.

"But no matter how powerful the Pope is, he is still a human being. He will leave this world one day."

"No! The Pope must be immortal. He will stay in this world forever!"

Listening to the children's chattering.

"What are you guys talking about?"

The father took a long breath and held his wife's hand.

They looked at each other, with beautiful expectations in their eyes.

"Eternal life is a punishment. You don't understand it yet."

The mother said earnestly, with a loving and pious look.

Although she knew that the children were blessing the Pope, if they had a mature view of life and death, they would understand how to send blessings correctly.

"Isn't it good to live longer?"

The child asked puzzledly.

"Based on my life, which I think is long after living for more than 30 years, if you ask me to live for 3,000 years, I think I will definitely go crazy. As for forever... think about how long it is?"

The father lowered his head and asked them a question to think about.

The children thought about it and seemed to understand.

"Forever, probably longer than three months?"

"Definitely longer than a year."

"No matter how long it takes, when I grow up, I will become a knight of the Holy Spirit Church. I will protect the weak, punish evil, and bring peace and happiness to my parents and everyone!"

But the young son quickly raised his little fist with a firm look in his eyes.

"Silly child, you are safe and sound. As for what kind of person you become, your parents will be proud of you."

The father rubbed his son's hair lovingly and encouraged him.

The restaurant is full of joy, and faces are full of hopeful smiles.

Outside the window, the sun was slowly setting in the west, spreading the last trace of blood red to the earth.

In the drunken dusk, a few returning birds flew across the sky, chirping to the south.

Everything is so peaceful and peaceful, as if there will never be sadness and darkness in this world.

However.

They didn't know that at this time, blood had flowed hundreds of miles along the southern border of St. Paulante, staining the Oberon Canal red.

Thousands of lives perished under the ravages of the demon.

The earth was stained red with blood, and the sky was shrouded in mist.

Cities fell, homes were shattered, wailing, crying, and cursing intertwined into a symphony of despair, echoing above the ruins.

Far away from this hellish city gate, a figure was still bathing in the blood of countless demons in the northern part of the Horning Empire, blocking most of the demon attacks for the Saint Paulante Empire.

At this moment, he has long lost his former charm.

The once holy and elegant white robe was stained black and red by blood and mud.

The arms holding the scepter were covered in scars and bleeding with every swing.

The silver-white mask had all cracked, revealing a face that could no longer maintain its disguise.

His horns were exoskeletons like white jade, but they were full of cracks and dull. His skin was as pale as paper and covered with large and small cracks, like a piece of broken porcelain.

In the deep-set eye sockets, a pair of emerald green eyes were so bright that they looked like will-o'-the-wisps.

Blood oozed from the corners of his mouth and dripped down his chin, mixing with the stains on his body.

The sky above our heads was still gray and dead, and the land was even more devastated.

"Huh...huh..."

The Pope just stood there.

No one knows how long he struggled in this hell and how many demons he killed.

His fate has already passed the end and he has become an undead.

The body of the living dead is collapsing and festering bit by bit.

The flesh and blood beneath the broken skin were blurred, and the internal organs were almost completely broken.

Every breath was accompanied by heartbreaking pain.

Even more terrifying is the soul-eating curse.

The rules on the undead side were eroding his will bit by bit, but the remaining reason told him that he would continue to fight.

He can't stop.

Every additional spell used may save hundreds or thousands of families.

"Be careful, there is a super-sized demon there! It may be above the eighth level!"

A heart-rending cry cut through the dead air.

Following the sound, Lan Qi saw a group of figures riding silver-armored horses.

The shining silver armor, the sharp spear, and the fluttering flag.

They were the Saint Paulante army coming from the north, the elite knights who swore to follow Pope Saint Paulante to the death.

Seeing this scene, Lan Qi's heart instantly surged with hope.

San Paulante's frontline troops, they're coming.

This shows that San Paulante's first round of offensive on the southern border should have been blocked.

But the next second, when he saw the expressions of the elite knights clearly, he also understood who the super-standard demon they were talking about was.

"The whole army forms an array!"

"etc!"

"Why does this demon seem to have reason?"

"Then...what is that...?"

"His robes, his ornaments..."

"No, impossible!!"

The knights' eyes widened, their faces full of disbelief and fear.

They trembled, gasped in the bloody cold air, and could not even hold the weapons in their hands steadily.

Yes, standing in their sight was the terrifying leader of the demons.

The accessories on his body all point out that he is Pope Saint Paulante.

pope?

Devil?

This disaster swept from the Horning Empire to the Theocracy of Saint Paulant overnight. No one knew the cause and effect, and no one knew where the Pope had gone. They only knew that there must be a mysterious driving force behind this century-old disaster.

It was unclear whether it was blood or sludge liquid. Under the broken skin, a strange red light shone faintly, as if magma was surging in the body——

What's even more terrifying are his eyes.

The pair of eyes that were once as gentle as jade are now glowing with a penetrating green light. The deep-set eye sockets are like two dark abyss, trying to suck in the soul of a person.

Here is their beloved Pope, who is clearly the most terrifying monster!

"Quickly...back away...!"

The general of the Knights shouted tremblingly, his voice almost breaking,

"That's not His Majesty the Pope...it's a devil...run away..."

The silver-armored knights retreated in panic, pointing their silver spears and spears at Lan Qi randomly.

Becoming a demon will make your original strength skyrocket. If the Pope becomes a demon, everyone will die!

Panic completely enveloped the hearts of the knights, destroying their long-held beliefs.

"..."

Looking at all this, the pope's eyes were filled with a smile of relief.

This is enough.

You don’t have to feel guilty about the Horning Empire. Protect yourselves and kill the demons with confidence. Don’t harbor hatred towards the surviving residents of the Horning Empire.

Hate me, be afraid of me, the chains of hatred should be cut off here.

Things that are not clearly explained do not need to be explained.

Forget the great Pope Saint Paulante of old.

As long as you can survive.

As long as you can, have a happy tomorrow.

The Pope wanted to say something, to approach them and reveal the situation in the South.

But when he opened his mouth, only blood came out.

A sharp pain as if his throat had been cut struck him, and his consciousness gradually began to fade away.

Every step was extremely difficult.

But every step was also taken with great determination.

Finally... is it going to end?

This grudge, this fate.

And this... ill-fated life.

The Pope raised his arm tremblingly, as if he wanted to grab something.

But the next second, the curse buried in his heart suddenly erupted, completely engulfing his broken body.

All the knights retreated instinctively.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

In the eyes of countless people in fear, the great Pope of Saint Polante in the past just shattered and turned into a pile of ashes.

No last words, no pleading.

Only the green eyes flashed a ray of light when they disappeared.

Not unwillingness, not resentment.

But a sense of relief.

Just like he knew that his death would take away all the sins.

And his name will be buried forever with the truth of this catastrophe.

The knights stood there in a daze, with expressions of surviving a disaster.

They thought they had seen the initiator of this demon disaster and the truth that they should not see, and they would be wiped out.

Unexpectedly, the Pope has reached his deadline?

…

The war between Saint Polante and Horning has been ignited again.

The cohesion of the northern Saint Polante Empire, which has lost its spiritual leader, began to disintegrate.

Although most of the strongest demons have been eliminated, the southern Horning Empire, where demons are rampant, is still a disaster land that is difficult to enter.

At any time, there may be a demon army like a tide of corpses rushing to the south of the Saint Polante Religion.

The endless doomsday fight has begun.

In the north of the Saint Polante Religion, Helsarem.

Queen Keshia sat in the palace, staring at the south.

Her tears soaked the carpet under her feet and moistened the knitted blue orchid.

Her sapphire-like eyes were filled with longing and grief.

"Pope..."

"You fool..."

"If you are destined to be cursed... why... don't you take me with you? You really don't need to, don't need to save this terrible world."

For a long time.

Queen Keshia wiped her tears and looked deeply into the distance.

"I understand your choice..."

"I also understand... you are probably dying. You know you can't come back to Polant, so you can kill as many demons as you can for us..."

"But is there really any hope for this Holy Polant Church without you..."

...

On the scorched earth on the northern border of the Horning Empire.

The Pope's body came to an end in a long battle.

The moment when the skin cracked and fell off, the flesh was bloody and rotten, and the internal organs were all broken, even the noble head turned into a ball of black mist under the erosion of the curse.

But the real death did not come as expected.

The curse of immortal punishment made this soul completely immortal.

Lanqi watched his body disintegrate bit by bit and turn into dust, but his heart was extremely calm.

Is it over?

He thought so at the last moment when his consciousness dissipated.

But the next second.

Reality gave him the answer.

"?"

When his consciousness re-condensed, Lanqi found himself in a strange space.

To be precise, it can no longer be called "space".

There is no light, no sound, and no trace of any entity.

Although he still stays in this world, he can't touch any real object, can't see any real object, and can't exchange senses with any entity.

So for him.

Looking around, there is only endless darkness, which seems to devour people's souls.

Lanqi tried to move his body and found that he no longer had a physical body.

The power that he was once proud of and the once indestructible body have all turned into nothing.

All that is left is a lonely soul.

In the realm that death cannot touch, drifting forever.

"Is this the price of becoming an undead?"

Lanqi's voice dissipated into nothingness, and even he couldn't hear it clearly.

He couldn't see the surrounding scenery, couldn't hear any sound, and couldn't even distinguish the terrain.

Even the concept of time seemed to have disappeared.

In this eternal prison, he will be alone forever.

No laughter, no tears.

No warm sunshine, no fresh air.

No company from relatives and friends.

Only endless loneliness and boundless despair.

In an instant, Lanqi felt the bone-chilling cold for the first time.

The punishment that is a hundred times more cruel than the death of the body is-

Consciousness lasts forever, and the body is annihilated.

"Where is this?"

Talia's mind sounded.

Unlike Lanklos, Lanqi still has her.

Even at this moment, she can share perceptions with Lanqi and talk to Lanqi.

"It should be that Lanklos fell into endless experience at the end of the second use of Tiberius."

Lanqi answered her.

If Lanclos in real history also activated the Mirror of Tiberius three times, then at the end of the second activation, Lanclos would probably experience the consequences of immortality and eternal punishment ahead of reality.

"Are our two consciousnesses deadlocked in the space of this Mirror of Tiberius?"

Talia seemed to understand the seriousness of the problem.

This is an ending without an ending.

From the moment of choosing the immortality and eternal punishment option, it may be destined to experience its price.

Although the mechanism of the Mirror of Tiberius is that when it encounters a future that is easy to deduce, it will accelerate to the extreme.

But there is no concept of time and space inside the Mirror of Tiberius. If the content that continues is "endless", it will become an endless illusion.

"Maybe."

Lanci agreed.

All this is the world that Lancross saw after using immortal punishment on himself.

The Mirror of Tiberius simulated it exactly as it was.

So Lan Qi also experienced infinity in this time-accelerated simulation.

No matter how fast time passes, it is forever.

"No, it can't be right? Go to sleep, just take a nap and you'll be fine. Maybe we can go out when you wake up?"

Thalia started to feel a little scared.

This is so weird.

But her consciousness was floating in the endless void, like a solitary boat drifting in the ocean of deathly silence.

"Um."

Lan Qi replied that he was indeed very tired.

The weird thing is.

He should be very tired, but he didn't feel sleepy.

"It's okay, everything will be back to normal when you wake up."

Thalia comforted Lanci and talked to him.

As an immortal species, she is more able to resist the sense of time.

【After one hour. 】

"..."

Thalia found out.

She could fall asleep, but Lan Qi couldn't.

"Lan Qi, we must move forward actively at this time, and we will definitely find an exit."

Thalia suggested again.

"That's right. Although I don't feel hungry here, I can't lie down and let it go."

He tried to open his eyes, but found that in this darkness, there was no difference between opening and closing his eyes.

I couldn't tell whether I had my eyes open or closed when I was sleeping just now.

Lan Qi stopped wasting time sleeping and walked forward.

The surroundings were so dark, so thick that it seemed to swallow up his consciousness.

The black was so absolute, like a giant beast that was never satisfied, trying to tear his soul apart.

Lan Qi wanted to call out, wanted to shout, but his voice was like a stone in the ocean, and was instantly swallowed up by nothingness.

Here, even sound is a luxury, and he can only endure eternal silence in silence.

[A few hours passed. 】

I don’t know how long I’ve been gone.

The scenery has barely changed.

"This...this is nothing to be afraid of."

Thalia told Lanci, her heart already beginning to waver.

There was no exit at all, and she slowly realized it.

But Lan Qi still listened to her and kept walking in order to find the impossible exit.

Lan Qi seemed to understand this fact better than she did.

I just want her to feel at ease and listen to her at this moment, even if it is useless.

If you do nothing, your heart will be as dark as this sky.

"Lanqi, we can chat. At best, Lanclos could only imagine chatting with his old friend at the time, but I am real and I can always be with you."

Thalia tried to speak positively to Ranchi.

"Well, then I'll keep going."

No matter where I go, my body will not be tired or feel pain, but when I talk about food, I still have an appetite, but I don't feel hungry.

[Maybe a month passed. 】

Even if the body is not tired, the mind feels bored.

He didn't move on.

If there's nothing else to do, talk to Thalia.

There are only two of them in this empty world.

【one year later. 】

Ranchi was lying on the ground.

Looking at the sky.

He could only look at the endless darkness.

"Is this the punishment for using immortal punishment on yourself?"

he asked in a murmur.

"Lan Qi, we will go out, I will accompany you."

Thalia said so.

But she was totally unsure.

How long will it take?

a hundred years?

A thousand years?

Or ten thousand years? One hundred thousand years?

Even farther and farther, so far away that we can’t see it forever.

For human beings whose life span is only a few decades, this long time is beyond recognition.

[Fifty years have passed. 】

"Why does this ridiculous magic exist?"

Thalia finally couldn't stop complaining.

Decades are not that long to Thalia.

But even she would be terrified of the long hours ahead.

She could not imagine the despair Lanclos had faced in a dark space alone.

"Okay, okay, Lanclos has survived, which means it's not that difficult."

Lanci said to Thalia.

"you……"

Thalia didn't understand when Lanqi started to become more optimistic than her.

[Maybe hundreds of years have passed. 】

Infinite time continues to pass.

Thalia gave up thinking.

Ethereal, she lay on the ground with Lan Qi.

Looking at the endless black sky, and then quietly waiting for infinity.

She didn't want to do anything anymore.

Lan Qi and her gradually stopped talking.

She also didn't dare to talk to Lan Qi.

I didn't even talk to Lan Qi for several months.

She was afraid that Lan Qi would be completely broken if even she couldn't bear it.

How much longer?

It seems to be just a drop in the ocean of this endless prison time.

Perhaps this eternal punishment of immortality cannot even be called "the beginning".

Neither of them had experienced the real initial pain.

They were just trapped in the dark prison of time, tiny lives.

"Tata, can you tell how long it has been?"

Lan Qi's mind voice came.

He seemed to be able to stay awake.

But he could neither die nor lose consciousness.

He could only feel every minute and every second.

Experience what Lan Keluos had thought at the time.

"Maybe hundreds of years!"

Talia estimated and immediately answered Lan Qi.

She couldn't judge it either.

But Lan Qi hadn't talked to her for a long time, and now Lan Qi was talking to her again, she was very happy.

"Lan Qi, what are you thinking about?"

She asked Lan Qi.

"I'm thinking, if Lan Keluos had experienced the cost of immortal punishment in advance, would he still use immortal punishment on himself without hesitation?"

Lan Qi said to himself.

"If you were Lan Keluos, would you hesitate?"

Talia felt that asking Lan Qi would reveal the answer.

"No hesitation, you must use it."

Lan Qi's answer was still as firm as ever.

Just like no matter how many times he is given a choice, his choice will not change.

"..."

Talia's emotions finally collapsed a little.

"You idiot, even I, an immortal, can't stand it, why are you not afraid at all?"

She asked Lanqi.

"Please, who can save him? My apprentice is crazy. Although he is not a good person, he is kind-hearted and should not be punished like this."

"Anyone can take him out of here."

"Goddess, please."

Talia's voice gradually became sobbing.

She could accept Lanqi's collapse, but she couldn't accept it when she saw that Lanqi was still so clear.

"..."

Lanqi closed his eyes and stopped talking.

He let his consciousness float in the darkness and let himself be swallowed by the eternal night.

His thoughts were very clear. If it was really infinite, then anything that played time would be meaningless.

"Phantom."

Just when Lanqi was thinking, a childish voice suddenly penetrated the darkness and awakened his consciousness.

The voice was so warm and soft, like the afternoon sun and the morning dew.

"Who is calling you?"

Talia asked him.

"You heard it too?"

Lanqi asked in surprise.

Not an illusion?

The dark space flickered.

The world became unreal and flickering.

This void seemed to be unsustainable.

A ray of silver light penetrated the layers of darkness, as beautiful as a gentle country.

In an instant, the endless darkness was shattered by this dazzling light.

It was so dazzling and pure that it dyed the illusion with a piece of light pink, and it seemed to be the color of dawn.

Lanqi felt that his soul was wrapped by a warm current, melting the shackles and curses on him one by one.

He also seemed to have regained control of his body, and he was able to move after being thrown into a dead end.

Lanqi moved his body, broke free, and walked out of the Mirror of Tiberius in surprise.

He once again returned to the deepest part of the underground of the Purgatory Corridor Academy, which he had been away from for a long time in this world of consciousness.

He could only see it in the distance.

Tamisa, who had cut off the energy source of the Tiberius Mirror.

She also looked a little hesitant.

"I saw that you had stayed in there for several hours and didn't come out. I was a little worried about you. You should eat."

Tamisa threw away the energy line and explained.

She was not sure whether she had done anything bad.

But she thought that if this phantom demon used the mirror normally, it would come out in about two hours, but now several hours had passed and it was dark, and he still had no reaction.

Tamisa was worried, so she forced the mirror to turn off.

Perhaps it was the authority given to her by Kaliela that she could accidentally turn off or on the energy in this central energy room.

"Tamisha..."

Lanqi looked at her, almost unable to stand, and sat on the ground leaning against the mirror wall.

He never expected that it was Tamisa who saved him.

He shed clear tears as if he had seen salvation.

"That's great."

He laughed with mixed feelings of sadness and joy.

Someone will save Lanclos.

He despised his fate and wanted to protect everything. His stupidity was just ordinary human nature.

But fantasy will turn into miracles.

Kaliela still left a last little spark that would guide his direction and lead him to heaven.

"Phantom..."

Tamisa came over and observed Lanqi.

"What's wrong with you?"

Tamisa reached out ignorantly and wiped the tears from the phantom's cheek.

"If I did something wrong, I apologize."

Tamisa wondered if her reckless behavior made the phantom cry. Perhaps it was because of her character that her parents left her.

She slowly hugged the phantom like an imaginary mother, wanting to comfort him and embrace his embarrassment.

He looked very sad, and she unexpectedly understood.

"Tamisha, thank you."

Lanqi thanked sincerely,

"You are the best, you did nothing wrong, you saved me."

Lanqi patted Tamisa's head and shook his head.

"Oh."

Tamisa's voice was slightly surprised.

She stared blankly at her face reflected in the mirror, lonely and tired, with no one to miss in the dark night.

Tamisa's eyes slowly shifted from the mirror to the phantom's cheek.

Slowly, she lowered her eyes.

She hugged this alien of the same species tightly.

In the dim space of the underground energy room, two figures, one large and one small, were standing in silence without any perfunctory gestures. Only the dim pure white light was reflected on the Tiberius Mirror.