The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

"who!"

Ron was so frightened by the sudden sound that his dragon scales stood up and he retreated violently.

He frowned and looked at the place where the sound came from:

It was an ordinary rectangular wooden table with an ordinary oval mirror inlaid on it. There were also some meaningless graffiti papers scattered on the table that seemed to be drawn randomly.

Ron remembered that the Goddess of Death had combed her hair there just now.

"Who's talking?"

Ron shouted again, an uneasy voice echoing in the empty room.

Since arriving in the Realm of the Dead, Ron's perception has been suppressed to a very small range, unlike when he was on the main plane, where he could perceive the general situation within a 10,000-meter range with a single thought.

And systematic identification techniques.

It lived up to expectations and lost its chain again at a critical moment, and it has never said a word since it came here.

Ron could sense the existence of the system in the spiritual sea, but he couldn't activate any functions. He couldn't even open the most basic viewing panel, as if the computer had crashed!

"I'm here."

An ethereal female voice sounded again.

This time Ron finally found the thing that made the noise.

He walked to the wooden table and looked at the ordinary mirror in confusion.

"A mirror talking?"

Ron frowned and muttered to himself.

Ron in the mirror acted exactly the same as him.

No matter how you look at it, this mirror, which does not have any magic circles engraved on it and is made of ordinary glass, does not have any conditions for speaking.

It's just an ordinary mirror.

"You can see me by focusing your protective power on your eyes."

The voice suddenly said again.

There are no magic waves, no divine power waves, not even sound waves!

The distance between Ron and the mirror was less than one meter, but he couldn't find out how this guy made the sound.

After thinking for a while, Ron still tried to focus the emerald green protective power into his eyes.

He was really curious about this strange talking mirror.

The most important thing is that he still doesn't know how to leave the Realm of the Dead.

Otherwise, regardless of whether you can speak or not, Ron would have run away long ago.

With the continuous infusion of protective power.

The static protective runes in Ron's pupils slowly emitted a dazzling light.

In an instant, it was as if a fog was lifted, and Ron's vision changed wonderfully.

Everything in front of me seemed to have stayed the same, and yet everything seemed to have changed.

Ron had experienced this feeling once before during the time gap. It was a feeling of standing from God's perspective and seeing through all illusions.

If Ron realized something, he murmured in his heart:

"Is this true vision? No wonder Tina was able to see through my power invisibility before."

Then he turned his attention to the mirror on the wooden table.

Ron was surprised to find that his figure in the mirror began to slowly disappear, replaced by a petite figure sitting on the ground.

A little girl with white hair and black eyes actually appeared in the mirror!

"Who are you? Why are you in the mirror? How do you know the power of protection? Why don't you let me go?"

Without thinking much, Ron fired a series of questions at the figure in the mirror like a barrage of questions.

He now also has the mentality of being barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.

We’re already at the goddess of death’s house anyway, could there be a worse situation?

I’m not afraid of death, there seems to be nothing in this world to be afraid of~~

"I am death."

The little girl in the mirror said something shocking, and Ron's eyes widened with just one sentence.

"Sorry, what did you say? I didn't hear it clearly."

Ron frowned and looked at the little white-haired girl in the mirror.

"I say, I am death."

Seeing that he seemed a little confused, the little girl patiently explained again.

"You said you are death? That one who went out just now"

Ron thought deeply and looked at the person in the mirror carefully with disbelief.

The little girl who calls herself "Death" sitting in the center of the mirror is wearing a tattered black cloth robe.

The clothes had been beaten by wind and rain so many times that they were already a little rough, and there were even many holes in them.

It could be seen through the holes in the black robe that she was wearing nothing underneath, just sitting in the mirror wearing a thin black rag.

Her hair was completely white, gently surrounding her head like the snowflake elves in the Nutcracker.

Her eyes were very dark, like jet black marble. When she lowered her head, a strand of hair covering her eyes would fall down, revealing her shallow eyebrows and slightly sunken eyes.

Looking at the face that was very similar to the goddess of death, Ron subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of non-existent saliva and asked tremblingly:

"You said you are death, but what about the person who looked in the mirror just now?"

"Well"

The little girl with white hair stretched out her hand and scratched her head, seeming a little troubled and not knowing how to answer this question.

Ron noticed that the "little death" in the mirror wore two heavy iron chains on his wrists, with a small bead hanging in the middle. It looked like prayer supplies in the church or from hell. Punishment items.

Other than that, she didn't have any decorations on her body, she was just an inconspicuous little girl.

"Well she's dead too."

The little white-haired girl thought for a while and gave an answer that Ron didn't expect.

"???Are you kidding me?"

The corners of Ron's mouth twitched, suspecting that he had been tricked.

Could it be that this little girl is the projection of the goddess of death, deliberately teasing herself?

The white-haired little girl seemed to see Ron's doubts.

She put her hands on the ground and climbed up with difficulty. The sound of the clattering and colliding chains echoed in the room.

"This is."

Only then did Ron realize.

Not only were the girl's hands bound, but also her feet were tightly locked with dark iron chains and shackles.

The body of the white-haired little girl is very thin, like a bird that has been forgotten to feed, standing up tremblingly in the mirror.

She had no shoes on her feet and was barefoot on the ground. Her feet seemed to have experienced countless winds and rains and had become extremely rough, and some of her nails were cracked.

Thick shackles as big as an adult's fist protruded from the void and were cuffed on the girl's limbs, leaving hideous red marks.

The scene was like the torture of a child in some horror movie.

"you"

Before Ron could finish speaking, the little white-haired girl made an astonishing move.

She bent down and gently lifted up her black robe, revealing her snow-white body.

"Are you like this? It's not good, isn't it?"

"We've just met for the first time, so there's no need to be so hospitable."

Ron covered his eyes with one hand and muttered, "Look at no evil, 404 God, don't come to me."

But the space between his fingers can fit a basketball.

The white-haired little girl didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with doing this.

She pointed to the strange mark in the center of her collarbone and slowly explained to Ron:

"I am the death of the past, and she is the death of the present. Can you understand this?"

Ron looked along her fingertips.

Ignoring the other mosaic images, Ron looked directly at the black rune mark emerging on the girl's chest.

"Is this the death rune?"

Looking at the familiar pattern shining with dark black light.

Ron instantly thought of the rune representing death among the twelve mysterious runes left by Io.

After just one glance, Ron was deeply immersed in the mysterious black runes, surrounded by countless breaths of death and life.

It is different from the gentle power of guardian runes.

The power of this rune representing death is quite strange.

Ron was pulled by the rune power of death and was drawn into the illusion in the blink of an eye.

The layers of black fog dispersed, and the sight that came into view made him stunned, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

In the silent void, huge objects floated.

No stars, no life, no gods.

There are only corpses in the entire void! Corpse! Still a corpse!

Dragon gods, titans, demons, gods.

Countless huge corpses shoulder to shoulder are stacked together, and gods from almost all pantheons can be found among them!

Tamara, Storm Titan, Demo Gogan, Angelis, Corellon

Divine blood, demon blood, dragon blood

Blood of different colors gathers into a river, spanning the starry sky and flowing in the universe.

Their deaths seemed to converge here.

The corpses vary in size, some are taller than mountains, while others are the corpses of ordinary people.

These corpses were damaged beyond recognition, some were broken into pieces, some were burned to ashes, and some were intact.

On top of the endless mountain of corpses, a young figure stood quietly.

It was a little girl who looked about 7 or 8 years old.

The entire space was filled with the breath of death and a strong smell of putridity.

But this little girl, wearing a tattered black cloth robe, stepped on the god's head spotlessly, her skinny hands hanging down naturally.

On the pale face, two black pupils shine like shining stones.

That spotless snow-white hair was so incompatible with the surrounding mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Ron could feel that the girl's aura was very strange, and he had never seen the power she had.

She was incompatible with the surrounding environment, as if she came from another world, but Ron felt extremely familiar with her.

She turned her back to Ron and looked toward the sky.

The void is dark and solemn.

It seems that the endless winter is coming, suppressing the whole world and making people shudder.

On the mountain of corpses, the corpses of countless gods were blackened and rotting, emitting a suffocating rotten smell.

In the dark, a vast will casts its sights on this universe.

In this multiverse of death, a powerful will scanned all the corpses and stared at the little girl.

This will is hazy and vast, obviously coming from some indescribable existence.

His voice is calm and full of power

"Only by continuing to move forward can you stand on the top of the world and take your own step."

The two words in the middle of this sentence seemed to be silenced, and Ron couldn't hear them no matter how hard he tried.

The little girl remained silent, just staring at the sky silently, as if thinking about something.

After some time passed, the powerful will finally spoke again:

"Really? Even so, do you still want to choose him?"

"kindness."

She turned her head, stood above all living beings, and made her choice without hesitation.

Only then did Ron see the girl's face clearly.

Ron was dumbfounded as he looked at the figure standing on the mountain of corpses.

Who else could that familiar face be besides the goddess of death?

Her thin body seemed to carry the weight of the entire universe.

She made her decision clear to that will, declaring her position firmly.

The moment she made her choice.

The sky and the earth are eclipsed!

The infinite multiverse seemed to have collapsed, shrinking crazily towards the girl at the center of the universe.

The power of death also filled the entire world in an instant, seeming to be fighting against that power.

At the moment when the two parties were about to collide.

Sudden!

The protective rune at Ron's heart vibrated momentarily.

Emerald green ripples interrupted that wonderful, indescribable feeling.

All illusions were shattered in an instant.

"I said, are you listening to me?"

Loli Death stood in the mirror, looking at Ron in a daze with displeasure.

Ron came back to his senses and looked at the little white-haired girl in the mirror in confusion.

I have seen the scene in the fantasy world.

Ron seemed to understand a little, but also seemed a little confused.

Death Rune seemed to be trying to express something to himself in this way, but due to some kind of power, he didn't even dare to tell him the specific name, so he could only use silence instead.

And, if this scene is true

Why do so many gods die in the illusion, while reality persists?

What decision did that little girl make?

What is that will?

Who won between them?

Ron felt that his doubts had not diminished, but only increased.

The little girl in the mirror seemed unaware of the vision of death.

Seeing that Ron still didn't understand, she shook her head and stopped explaining the matter.

She slowly put down her clothes and said expressionlessly:

"As for the reason why I asked you not to leave."

"It's because I want you to die with me."

"Which one dies?"

After going through the illusion created by the death rune, Ron really couldn't tell who this person was talking about.

Just when he was about to continue asking.

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded behind Ron, interrupting their conversation.

"Here comes the tea~~"

Ron's body stiffened when he heard this familiar voice, and his hair stood on end.

An unspeakable feeling of fear suddenly covered his whole body.

Ron turned his head slowly and stiffly.

really

The very beautiful goddess of death was standing behind him with a smile on her face, holding two ceramic teacups in her hands.

Looking at the white mist-like liquid that squirmed from time to time in the teacup,

Ron swallowed subconsciously, and then showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Sister Death, next time you come in, can you knock on the door?"