Lord of the Continent [Western Fantasy]

The young witch hunter closed her eyes, recalled the memory fragments stuffed by the nightmare in her mind, then picked up the silver arrow on the bow | crossbow, and stabbed hard at her arm.

Fragrant blood flowed out, and Herax stared intently at the wound, whispering silently: "This is my dream, now let me go back to the previous dream."

As she groaned, the space around Heracles radiated colorful lights, the two dream spaces overlapped, the current dream was covered by the past dream, the wound on her arm disappeared instantly, the wheat-colored Skin remains intact.

Very good, the first test of dream recall ability was successful, and Herax was very satisfied.

This is one of the abilities she controls, and it is also the strongest ability—dream recall.

She can manipulate large and small dream spaces, making them superimpose and cover each other, whether it is the present or the past, as long as she can imagine that scene in the dream, she can make it cover another dream space.

But this was only a slight stab wound, not enough. Hercules knew that in future battles, she was likely to suffer more serious injuries. She had to master this ability as soon as possible, so that she could become invincible.

With the foundation for the first time, Herax's confidence doubled and her courage grew.

She picked up the dagger, recalled it for a moment, first tried to construct a dream in her mind, then raised the dagger that had been smeared with spider venom, and stabbed herself in the heart with all her might.

In an instant, blood spewed out, the pain hit like a tsunami, and the toxin quickly eroded the internal organs. Hercules had difficulty breathing in an instant, and fell to the ground, dying.

She held her breath, concentrated her mind, and could not stop manipulating the dream space constructed so that it covered the real dream.

Ambilight enveloped her, but after a while, the pain disappeared, and Herax got up from the ground, looking down at her chest.

The wound disappeared, leaving only a hole in the clothes and mottled blood.

Hehehe...Herax laughed bitterly in her heart, she is really crazy!

She almost died just now, what a madman!

However, she succeeded!

Next, Miss Witcher tested other abilities, hallucinogenic powder, poisonous spiders, etc., all of which were seen by the young man standing at the door. It was the light that was lured by the nightmare powder Church Apprentice.

Just now, he walked out of Herax's house in a daze, saw the woman inside doing weird and terrifying things through the window, and suddenly woke up, and he was frightened dumbfounded.

The apprentice came back to his senses, immediately took out the communication stone in his pocket, clicked on the call, and shouted in horror: "Master Bishop! Teacher! I, I, I found a monster woman here. The medicine heals the wound by itself, she must be a heretic, hurry up!"

The rich second-generation apprentice yelled outside the window, and Hercules in the room heard every word, and her black pupils instantly became deep.

Ah!She thought in her heart, besides their people, who else could hold the expensive communication stone in the City of Sighs?

hateful!To say that she is a monster and report to the bishop?

She has just been reborn, and she has glimpsed a bright future, how can she waste all her previous efforts because of a mere little person in the Illuminati Church?

She wants to get out of this poor country to see the outside world; she wants to become stronger and trample underfoot those insignificant beings who despise her; she also wants to dedicate her faith to him and submit to his throne Down;

How could it stop here?

Thinking of this, Hercules had a serious look on her face, and quickly rushed out, grabbed the apprentice, and pierced his skin with sharp nails. The colored powder on the nails quickly entered the wound and flowed through his whole body through blood.

The apprentice was paralyzed all over, the communication stone fell to the ground, the video function on it was touched and turned on, the person on the other end of the communication stone only saw a young woman, who was catching the apprentice and didn't know what she was doing, but the next moment, the picture stopped abruptly , obviously the other party disrupted the communication.

Herax stomped the communication stone into pieces, stared at the twitching apprentice on the ground, and asked coldly, "Are you a nobleman?"

The rich second-generation apprentice was paralyzed at this moment, and looked at Heracus tremblingly. Herax said indifferently: "You actually reported me to the Church of Light? It seems that you don't want to live anymore?"

Hearing this, the apprentice's face changed drastically, he knelt on the ground reluctantly, and begged bitterly: "Don't kill me, I'm not a bad person, I don't have any bad habits except gambling, I'm an honest person!"

The witcher looked at him indifferently, and the apprentice cried and begged for mercy: "I didn't mean to report you, it was a misunderstanding, it was a misunderstanding, woo woo woo..."

"You are not a monster, I misread it, and I immediately told the teacher, I misread it, you are just a magician, just a magician—!"

The fear in the apprentice's heart has reached its peak. It stems from the sense of oppression that humans face in the face of death. He is still so young, he hasn't enjoyed enough, and he doesn't want to die!

This abominable monster woman, who would have thought that she would be so powerful that she could paralyze him to the ground with just a move of a finger. If I had known that he would not have sent a message just now, it would not be too late to go back and find the bishop and the teacher before reporting. Why did he would be so stupid!

If he can survive this time, he must let the teacher avenge him, and tear this damned woman into pieces—no!Let the bishop burn her to ashes with the great holy light!

Herax stared at the rich second generation on the ground like a lion looking down on its prey, and soon noticed the unpredictable expression on his face, and realized that he was duplicity.

According to her current appearance, the Church of Light will definitely regard her as a different kind. From this moment on, she will be irreconcilable with the Church of Light. As for this apprentice...

Hercules sighed in her heart, she still couldn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, since the other party kept saying that she was a good person, then give him a chance.

"You don't want to die, and I don't want to die, so what should I do?" Herax raised her hand, gracefully pulled a beautiful bouquet, and said softly: "There is nothing perfect in this world, so I naturally want to live." Go down, and you're the one to be damned."

When the apprentice heard the words, his face was horrified, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't say a word.

However, Hercules changed the subject: "However, I'm not that cruel, so before I attack, I decided to give you a chance. If what you said just now is true and you are not lying, I will let you go."

As he spoke, he began to stimulate the powder in the opponent's body. Before the poor rich second-generation apprentice had time to react, he immediately fell into a deep dream.

Hercules began to empathize with the apprentice's dream, and all the past about him flashed one by one.

Oh shit, Hercules smiled from the bottom of her heart: Good guy?Ah!

Gambling day and night, they lost thousands of gold coins, which is a reward that they demon hunters could never earn in their lifetime;

Bribing the Church of Light with money to obtain the status of a priest-level apprentice, but doing nothing every day, bluffing and deceiving;

Seeing that the girl from the poor family is beautiful, she uses her brains to deceive the other party's trust with money, and forcibly takes the girl's first night;

There are countless more dirty things, and Herax has no patience to watch them.

——This is a scumbag, living is a waste of air.

She broke away from the dreamland of the rich second generation and began to accelerate the powder in his blood. The apprentice rolled on the ground in pain. He was trapped in a dream and saw himself turned into a pile of decayed residue. It felt so real, so terrifying.

Under the control of Herax, the apprentice's dream space covered the real dream, his skin gradually cracked, and then turned into powder, slowly drifting with the wind, and soon annihilated to nothing left.

The colored powder in his blood floated from the ground, shining beautifully, and attached to Heracles' nails again. She moved her wrist, looked at the props scattered on the ground, and smiled contemptuously.

In an instant, the gray mist hit like a tornado, sweeping every inch of land around Herax, clearing away all traces of fluctuations and the faint breath left by the apprentices.

He was still watching, and he was still worried about this young lady witcher. As loyal and wise servants of the great gods, they had to do the aftermath perfectly, otherwise they would be threatened by that terrifying red-eyed angel again.

Herax is no longer afraid of the gray mist, nor does she reject it anymore. She knows that they belong to him, but she still cannot see the existences hidden in the mist, those servants who are obsessed with his seat.

Familiar whispers sounded in her mind again, and accompanied by the touch of reptiles' wriggling, an idea gradually emerged in Hercules' mind.

She had to leave here immediately and go to the outskirts of the City of Sighs, because it was there that she encountered the mysterious palace last time. Only when she arrived there and obtained His blessing could her safety be guaranteed.

So, Hercules didn't bring anything, and hurried towards the city gate.

Just 10 minutes after she left, the dilapidated door suddenly became brightly lit, and the golden light dissipated. Two men stood in front of the door with silver crosses hanging around their waists.

One of them was a middle-aged man, wearing a white embroidered gold robe, picked up the prop on the ground and looked at it for a moment, his face was gloomy, and then squeezed hard, the prop broke into two pieces.

"It's better to be late!" He gritted his teeth.

The other man was wearing a luxurious red robe. He looked very young and handsome. At this moment, he stood silently and looked worried.

The middle-aged man looked at him, as if seeking advice. The young man raised his hand, and a ray of light shot out from his hand. In an instant, a golden elf with transparent wings appeared, and began to patrol the nearby land.

After a long time, the elf froze in the air, flapping its golden wings, looking a little dazed.

It can't feel any fluctuations here, or the breath of any monsters, and it can't even find the breath of people.

They didn't know that the group of fog who like to make their own decisions had already successfully wiped the crime scene clean.