Release that Witch

This is... a dream?

Roland blinked and walked step by step to the fence, overlooking the panoramic view of the school under the setting sun.

There is no one on the empty playground. The solitary goal frame drags long shadows in the orange red afterglow. In the distance is the familiar library and dormitory building. The rows of brightly lit windows are sunk into the sky. A touch of Phnom Penh.

He has studied and lived here for nearly seven years, and he is familiar with everything, and the place where he is now is undoubtedly the top floor of the teaching building and the place he often goes when he is free.

Here, Roland has too many memories.

For example, the iron gate behind the warm wind does not break.

This iron gate is a unique landscape on the top of the teaching building. It looks like an archaeological excavation from the ground. When he came to this school, the iron gate was already ruined. As soon as he pushed it, he would scream intermittently, as if he couldn’t breathe, so the time after opening and closing the iron gate always seemed particularly quiet. Roland always thought that it would soon fall completely, but until the day he graduated, the iron gate was still quietly on the roof.

But since it is a dream, why is this still the same?

He looked down at the slender hands and touched the gray hair on his shoulders. Obviously, this height and shape were inconsistent with the indulging himself.

Think about it... What happened before?

Roland frowned for a moment, only to think of the last shot is the nightingale pushed him away, then a flash of light, then her panic and desperate face.

"who are you?"

A female voice who turned to the ethereal voice suddenly rang on the side.

Roland was shocked and turned over. She saw a white-haired woman coming out of the stairwell. She had a pair of ruby-like eyes, and her red and white robes fell straight to the ground. The meticulous golden pattern is clearly not in this era, and the golden crown on her head has revealed her identity.

"You are the church... pure?"

"It is also the fifteenth pope of the holy city of Hermes," she paused. "My name is Jieluo, and you certainly are not called Roland Wimbledon."

Sure enough, Roland couldn't help but frown. "So this place was created by you?"

Everything makes sense, and the light should be the power of this guy, so the nightingale will take away with himself, and the scene in front of him should be the effect of fantasy or virtual space. When he opened his eyes, he thought he was going back.

Although it is known that the predecessor of the church is probably the federation, it is hard to imagine that the pope is also a pure and a witch. These people actually turn their own kind into a monster without humanity.

"No, it was what you created," Jielu stepped over and his tone was full of interest. "It is the most influential place in your memory. Most of the time it will appear in the land of everyday life... but I am very Curious, where is this? The four princes of the Grey Fortress are absolutely impossible to live in such a place."

"Why should I tell you?" Roland carefully moved toward the railing and kept her away.

What do you have to do now to get rid of the illusion? His mind turned sharply and jumped from the top of the building? According to his experience of nightmares, just looking for a high point to jump down, you can wake up from your dreams.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me," she smiled and her voice was very sweet. "With a little effort, I can understand it sooner or later, including who you are, where you are from, why it will become the fourth of the gray fort." prince."

Can you know sooner or later? "Do you mean to read my memory?" Roland sneered. "Don't kill yourself."

"Do you know?" Jielu suddenly stopped. "Everyone who is affected by my ability, I will explain to them the role, rules and consequences of this ability, but you are an exception."

"what?"

When Roland just asked for the exit, he found that the pure person opposite had jumped to the front, and the sudden pain made him suddenly unable to hear any sound.

Trembling and bowing his head, I saw a long knife stuck in my chest. Roland wanted to open his mouth and yell, but couldn’t make a sound. The lungs have been completely destroyed, and the chest opening and closing can not push the air into the throat.

Severe pain is like a current flowing through the body. He would rather die immediately than take another second.

"Because I don't like anything that is unpredictable."

The other end of the handle is the face of Jieluo, and the blood that has spewed out has already splashed her half body. Roland's consciousness quickly blurred due to hypoxia and brain self-protective fainting.

The next second, he was still standing on the side of the guardrail, and his body was intact. The pure man is also standing a few meters away from him, just as she has never left.

what happened? Roland's big mouth gasping, hallucination? He grabbed the violent chest and the place where the hole was worn was still aching. Bowed down, there is a large pool of blood sprayed under the feet.

Hell, what happened just now is true!

He stared at the long knife in the hands of Jie Luo, and he was very surprised. She had a clear empty hand before!

Make things out of thin air?

In this moment, Jielu rushed over again, and the speed was so difficult to capture with the naked eye.

Roland turned and fled, just taking a step and feeling the abdomen.

Then he experienced death again. Jieluo slashed his long knife and cut him in half. This time the pain was more lasting than last time. Roland fell in his own blood and scattered internal organs. The persistent pain caused him to scream and scream, and his voice was so shocking that he was shocked.

Roland had realized what was happening during the second resurrection.

This is not a nightmare to jump off the building or the end of severe pain, but like a battlefield that is constantly reincarnation.

Damn, what will be the conditions for separation? The initiator of the ability to defeat, that is, the white-haired witch in front of you?

Since she can make weapons out of thin air, then what about me? Roland bit his teeth and concentrate on the spirit. If there is a shield, it will not be able to fight back!

A blue light flashed.

The Jieluo raid was blocked, and a transparent explosion-proof shield appeared in his hand. The long knife left a deep gap on it, and Roland was also flying out by a huge impact force.

Dry, this is really the case!

He sweared in his heart, and at the moment of tumbling, he had dropped the shield and replaced it with an automatic rifle.

Just as Roland was shooting his gun, Jeolla had disappeared.

what's the situation?

"I'm here."

The sound came from the ear.

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