I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 79 Mist

"Crack!" Golden sparks burst out from the burning pyre, and the two-meter-high flame made the surrounding air unbearably hot.

Six figures wearing mage robes stood in a circle outside the fire. Their faces were all hidden under black hoods, and their specific appearances could not be seen clearly.

Lancelot was now standing in the shadow of the trees beyond the reach of the fire. The scene in front of him was slightly different from the scene shown in Gloria's crystal ball that night.

The surrounding environment was filled with a layer of gray mist. At this moment, he could only vaguely see two figures, one tall and one short, staggering from the darkness to the fire.

【It’s my mother and me as a child.】

This means that Lancelot will once again witness the scene three years ago from the perspective of a bystander.

The mother's pleading, the boy's crazy biting, Gloria's dissuasion, and the violent Caesar.

Lancelot watched everything happening in front of him calmly, as if it had nothing to do with him.

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 finally he 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 by 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 came back here for some reason. He clearly remembered that he should lie down in bed and sleep.

"Is this a dream?"

Lancelot thought about this and pinched his thigh hard, but the clear pain negated his idea.

"How did I come to three years ago? No, this is impossible." Lancelot said to himself, suddenly feeling a splitting headache, he covered his head in pain and squatted on the ground.

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.

"Lancelot?"

Perhaps due to an illusion, Lancelot actually heard someone calling his name.

The boy thought he was hallucinating. He had tried shouting to stop Caesar's atrocities, but everyone around the fire turned a deaf ear. He was just a bystander and 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. He raised his head from squatting on the ground, and saw a dark figure standing 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.

"You are Lilith's mother, right?" 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: "I know you too, 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, this is not hell." The witch smiled slightly and said, "Relax, Lancelot, 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.

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 stretched out his left hand, trying to grab the witch's hand, but he only caught nothing.

After a few seconds, everything around him was submerged in the thick mist, and the world in front of Lancelot turned gray.

Lancelot's consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Hoo, ho, ho."

Not only did he feel severe pain coming from his head, but it also became extremely difficult to breathe.

Lancelot could no longer maintain his balance and began to fall backwards. Unexpectedly, the mist passed through his body!

The boy could clearly see strands of gray-white mist seeping from his chest.

For a moment, the whole world was spinning.

(End of chapter)