I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 156 Peeping in the Mist

Lancelot glanced at the surrounding scene with a confused look. If he remembered correctly, he should only travel to other worlds in his sleep.

Lancelot took a deep breath, hinting not to panic.

The scene four years ago did not stop because of Lancelot's thinking, the plot still continued.

Under Caesar's control, the mother's body left the ground, and her whole body was suspended in mid-air.

The next second, the mother's body drew an arc in the air, and then accurately fell into the blazing flames.

This time, Lancelot smelled the smell of burnt meat, his pupils contracted rapidly, and he finally couldn't restrain his inner emotions. He covered his stomach and bent down to retching.

"No, no!" Lancelot shouted frantically after reacting, but the people beside the fire couldn't hear his voice at all.

The young boy knelt on the ground, watching helplessly as his mother was burned to charcoal, with blood left between her teeth, and looked at Caesar with eyes filled with hatred.

Lancelot returned here for some reason. He was standing in the center of the arena, where the opening ceremony of the Black Thorn Tournament was being held.

[Why do you always travel to other worlds for no reason? 】

Lancelot was very puzzled by this. It would be great if he could get some treasure adventures every time he traveled through time.

However, it has no effect other than disturbing my thoughts.

This is the first time that Lancelot has traveled to this world of gray mist while sleeping. So what happened to him in the arena?

【Fainted directly? Or is everything as usual? 】

[Moreover, these strange dreams are too real]

Thinking of this, Lancelot pinched his thigh hard, and the clear pain seemed to confirm his thoughts.

Suddenly, Lancelot felt a splitting headache, covering his head and squatting on the ground with a face full of pain.

The boy looked at the damp ground beneath his feet. The soft soil gave off a rotten smell.

Now he was even more convinced that this was not a dream, but that he had actually traveled to another world.

"Lancelot?"

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Lancelot heard someone calling his name.

When the tragedy next to the fire happened again, he tried to shout to stop Caesar's atrocities.

However, everyone around the fire turned a deaf ear. Since he was just a bystander, he naturally had no way to interact with the people in the scene.

"Lancelot?"

Another soft call sounded in Lancelot's ears, and he found that his headache had been relieved. The boy squatting on the ground raised his head, and a dark figure stood in front of him.

"Who are you?" Lancelot stood up in a hurry and said warily.

The figure in front of him gradually became clearer. It was a woman, a woman wearing a wizard's cloak.

Under the wide cloak, she had a beautiful and slightly pale face, blue eyes, a delicate nose, and slightly raised corners of her mouth. She was smiling at Lancelot.

【What a familiar face.】

Lancelot's eyes widened. He quickly searched for memories about this strange woman in his mind, and finally remembered who she was.

"Are you Lilith's mother?" The boy raised his head and asked the witch who was half a head taller than him.

"Do you know me?" The witch's eyes flashed with surprise, and she continued in a mysterious tone: "What a coincidence, I also know you, Lancelot."

"How is this possible..." Lancelot could not hide his surprise.

The witch smiled: "Haha, I know you are Lilith's friend."

"How could you know about me and Lilith if you didn't already..."

"Yes, I am dead." The witch looked sad when she said this, and her tone became lost: "But I can feel Lilith's growth in another world."

"Another world?" Lancelot was confused. He didn't know what the witch was talking about.

"Yes, that is the world you live in now."

Lancelot stared at the witch in disbelief, wondering how he could inexplicably escape to another world even though he was sleeping in his apartment room.

What’s even more strange is that before I knew it, all the previous headache symptoms had disappeared.

"Is this the world after death?" Lancelot swallowed, hoping to get a negative answer.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, this is not hell." The witch smiled slightly and said, "Relax, you are not dead."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief at the witch's words, but he was still confused about the current situation.

"Honestly, I don't know why this world exists and what laws it follows." The witch took off her hood as she spoke, and her long curly pale golden hair fell down.

Lancelot said nothing and waited quietly for the next step.

"Ever since I was killed by my dear Gloria, I have come to this world. By the way, sister, is she okay?"

The boy shook his head: "Gloria is trapped in the Demonic Forest."

"Demon Forest?" The witch had obviously never heard of this wild forest located in a remote rural area.

"Don't you hate her?"

"Of course." When the witch said this, her expression became a little ferocious. "When I first came to this world, I thought about breaking the barrier more than once and killing that damn bitch with my own hands."

Lancelot was stunned when he heard this. He did not expect that the noble witch would say such vulgar words.

"But after I spent three years here, I understood what my sister was thinking back then and what she wanted to try to accomplish."

Lancelot said excitedly: "Gloria became like this because of me. I will definitely go back to save her!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the boy found that his head began to hurt again, and it became more and more intense.

"Have you ever wondered why she did this?"

"How to do it? What are you talking about?" Lancelot asked, suppressing his headache.

"Before that night, you were just a stranger, but Gloria and I were biological sisters, living under the same roof for more than twenty years."

"What happens next?"

Lancelot's face gradually turned pale.

"So, why would my sister kill her biological sister out of so-called guilt and not hesitate to make the entire kingdom an enemy?"

"."

"I think you should know the answer, although I can't understand your idea of ​​​​rescuing Gloria, haha."

Seeing the boy's painful expression, the witch smiled meaningfully: "Lancelot, it's time for you to go back."

Lancelot covered his head with his right hand. He saw the witch's figure gradually dissipating, and the surrounding fog was getting thicker and thicker. He suddenly remembered something and shouted with all his strength: "Wait! I still have something to ask.

you."

The boy quickly stretched out his left hand, trying to catch the witch, but he only caught nothing.

(End of chapter)