Lord of the Continent [Western Fantasy]

At the end of the thrilling fight in the picture, Herax fell to the ground, bleeding profusely, and seemed to be seriously injured. Xixiumi's brows were frowned.

His guest is about to burp, what should he do?

Xi Xiumi wanted to pick up the black quill, but felt it was inappropriate.

Now that she is injured, she can only be manipulated to stand up with this pen, so she should die faster, right?

"What should I do?" Xixiumi was both sad and anxious, and asked Hersius, "Hurry up and think of a way."

"Don't worry, my lord," said Hersius, "I will show you how to help her."

At this time, the whole body of the cardinal in the picture glowed, and immediately after that, Hercules began to mutter words.

The next moment, Xixiumi seemed to hear someone praying to him for help, but he was not sure. Some vague fragments of someone praying to him after a long time, as long as thousands of years ago, appeared in his mind.

Xixiumi's expression suddenly became deep, his deep and dark eyes flashed with light and shadow for thousands of years, and in an instant, it was dark and then bright again, Xixiumi came back to his senses.

"Uh... the angel steward." Xi Xiumi asked, "Is Herax praying to me for help?"

"Of course my lord." Hersius said proudly, "You are the greatest god in her heart. She has already put herself under your seat. At critical moments, she will naturally ask you for help."

After hearing what Hersius said, Xixiumi wanted to cry, but he was just an ordinary human being!

Well, even if it is the god of the Dream Palace - that is also a trainee god!

Hersius continued to boast: "You see, she has already bet all her beliefs to be attached to you and belong to you. This is her glory and her luck. She..."

"Stop talking!" Xi Xiumi interrupted the chattering angel, rubbed off the goose bumps on his arms, saw Ahaz who had turned into a ball of light in the picture, and shouted anxiously: "Hurry up, poor guest It's about to be baked!"

"Okay." Herses bowed unhurriedly, gently put one hand on the back of Xixiumi's hand, and whispered: "As you wish, we will rescue her right away."

Through the observation just now, Hersius saw Hercules use dream regress to repair wounds and create illusions for the other party.

It's the power of nightmare... Hersius twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

This group of self-righteous fogs, in order to please him, even summoned the Nightmare Queen from the abyss of the universe.

It's just that that stupid woman was arrogant and lazy, so hastily completed the task, forced the power of nightmare to the witch hunter, and was perfunctory, which caused the life of this human being to hang by a thread, causing him to worry.

After all, this was the first guest He received in the Dream Palace, how could he allow him to die?

What a hassle!

Hersius was very upset, he had to wipe the ass of this group of stupid fogs again, the key point was that they were against him again and again, if it weren't for the fact that they had served him for tens of thousands of years , he really wants to trap these bastards in the void, and never come out again!

Xi Xiumi stared at the folded hands of the two, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: So, do we still have to hold hands?

To be honest, he had to have doubts about the angel butler.

Since he is the god of the Dream Palace, and the abilities of the guests are bestowed by him, then Hersius only needs to tell him how to operate, why do he have to hold hands every time?What is the principle?

But time was running out, and the poor witcher lady was about to be burned to ashes by the holy light, and he didn't care about that, the most important thing was to save people.

"And then?" Sihumi asked, "What should I do?"

Hersius's slender fingers passed through Xixiumi's fingers, and he covered the crystal ball with his hands, and said softly, "Close your eyes, my lord."

Xi Xiumi obediently closed her eyes.

"Use your heart to feel the presence of guests." Hersius continued, "Say from the bottom of your heart 'I give you the power of dreams', and finally endow this great divine power with your love for the guests. give her."

Xi Xiumi nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly relaxed, allowing herself to sink into the deep sea of ​​consciousness, and then in a vast ocean, she saw Miss Demon Hunter, wrapped in a ball of bubbles, kneeling inside the bubbles, Put your hands together and pray sincerely.

In the picture, Herax is lying on the ground dying, whispering: "The dream is with me, please save me in danger."

Offscreen, Xixiumi and Hersius interlocked their fingers, and said in a gentle voice, "I give you the power of dreams, Hercules."

In an instant, surging divine power burst out from Xixiumi, like a new star erupting in the universe, bright and dazzling, gently sprinkled on Herax who was trapped in the deep sea bubble, the bubble burst instantly, Xixiumi saw it in his mind Seeing that the witch hunter's whole body was shining with stars, she stood up slowly.

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Like tens of thousands of meteors falling to the ground, Ahaz released the highest level of holy light and hit Herax on the ground with a bang. The witcher was instantly trapped in the golden ball of light and disappeared without a trace.

Ahaz continued to mobilize the power of the holy light to make it bright to the extreme, vowing to wipe out this evil woman.

After a long time, the light of the holy light gradually dimmed. Ahaz was sweating profusely and took a deep breath. Using the power of the holy light consumed a lot of his mental energy, but it was all worth it.

Monsters with the power of nightmares are absolutely not allowed to exist in the world of the God of Light.

As the holy light faded, Ahaz gathered his mind and looked forward, his pupils shrank immediately, and his whole body began to tremble.

In the night wind, the witch hunter who should have been annihilated stood on the spot. Her red hair became extremely long and fluttered in the wind, like a phoenix in nirvana.

Countless tentacles sprouted from her back, shining with colorful stars, dancing coquettishly.

Her whole body is covered with gray mist, building a steel-like city wall for her to resist the erosion of the holy light.

But the fatal wound on her chest was intact, not even a tear in her clothes, as if it had never been pierced by the holy light.

Outside the screen, Xixiu Mi, who felt the strong fluctuation, closed his eyes and asked nervously: "Hersus, is Miss Demon Hunter saved? Can I open my eyes?"

"Not yet, my lord." Hersius comforted, "Please continue to close your eyes and mobilize your consciousness. The guests still need more divine power from you."

Xixiumi fully believed in the angel steward, only nodded slightly, and did as he said, while Hersius stared at the picture coldly.

The energy he bestowed on the witch hunter was enough to make her have the highest level of nightmare power, and even the energy began to overflow at this time, but he didn't want Xixiu Mi to see the existence of the tentacles, so as not to stimulate the ancient god's soul to wake up early.

Through the memory in her mind, Herax knew that she had obtained the power bestowed by the God of Dreams, and she could finally get her wish and experience the feeling of real-time backtracking for herself.

"I'm ready." She flexed her wrist and said contemptuously, "Now, let's start over, Your Excellency."

Ahaz looked at what was happening in front of him in shock, and couldn't believe it, what kind of god did this monster woman pray to, and could resist the great power of the Holy Light? !

This... this is impossible!

The middle-aged priest who fell to the side also witnessed everything, and shouted in horror: "She is a demon! Lord Ahaz, she believes in demons!"

Hearing the priest's shout, the tentacles in the starry sky suddenly moved towards him, and the dense suction cups quickly transformed into yellow eyes, staring at the priest evilly.

In an instant, a suffocating sound filled the middle-aged priest's brain, like countless bugs, gnawing at his nerves. The priest couldn't control himself looking into those eyes, and then screamed, and instantly disappeared into nothingness.

Cthulhu!Ahaz was taken aback.

Only now did he understand that this mutated witch hunter actually believed in an evil god!

What kind of evil god could endow her with such powerful divine power?

Ahaz intuitively felt that the other party was very dangerous. From now on, he had to be extremely careful, but despite this, he was still full of confidence. He believed that in this world, no god could be greater than the God of Light. His Holy Light The power must be invincible!

However, Ahaz didn't know that in the depths of the distant universe, there was an ancient god who was above all the gods, but he hadn't paid attention to this continent for too long, so long that people had already He forgets.

"Come on, lackey of the evil god!" Ahaz taunted, "Let me use the power of the top holy light to completely wipe you out!"

Herax's eyes were blood red, and with a thud, she shook out all her poisonous nails, and said sharply, "Shut up, you are not allowed to slander the great God of Dreams!" As she spoke, she turned into a bolt of lightning and struck towards Ahaz at the speed of light.

Ahaz mobilized the Holy Light, still with the shield in his left hand and the blade in his right, resisting the impact of the witch hunter from the front. eye damage.

The two fought dozens of times staggeredly. Herax was stabbed and burned by Ahaz's light blade continuously, but healed and repaired instantly. The power of dreams provided by Xixiumi continued, and the overflowing energy turned into black gems , Crashing and falling to the ground.

Injured, repaired, injured again, and continued to repair, as Herax kept repeating the dream retracing, Ahaz's power of the holy light gradually dimmed, and his whole fight became more and more difficult.

After all, the power of the holy light is provided by his spiritual power, and as a mortal cardinal, it is impossible to have endless power.

Ahaz was scratched by Herax's nails, and then more and more injured parts. The colored poison powder soon flowed all over his body with the blood. Create a dreamland for the opponent.

A vision of himself being wiped out appeared in Ahas's mind, and he immediately concentrated all his mental power to fight, but he had already been exhausted by the fierce fighting, and even if he mobilized all his mental power, it was still not enough to fight against the witcher's nightmare power.

Soon, Ahaz fell into a hallucination, seeing himself rolling on the ground in pain, and the flesh and blood on his body were constantly detached from his bones.

"Ah!" Ahaz's mental strength finally collapsed, and he fell to the ground after a scream.

Hercules withdrew her nails, took a few steps back, and pushed the nightmare to the extreme, causing Ahaz's dream to cover the real dream. Ahaz began to rot, his flesh and blood fell apart, and finally turned into a pile of stinky residue.

Hercules stood motionless in the dark night, staring blankly at everything in front of her, her heart churning with turbulent waves, unable to calm down for a long time.

Seeing that the witch hunter finally managed to get out of trouble, Hersius let go of Xixiumi's hand and whispered, "Okay, Xixiumi, you can open your eyes now."

The moment Xixiumi opened his eyes, the tentacles in the starry sky disappeared, the fog dissipated, and the top-level dream power endowed to Herax was also taken away.

Seeing that Miss Demon Hunter was safe and sound in the picture, Xi Xiumi breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Where is the bishop and his colleagues?"

"It should be... dead." Hersius said.

"What should it be?" Xi Xiumi was puzzled.

Hersius said solemnly: "Just like you, I also closed my eyes, but based on Miss Witcher's triumphant smile, I guess they may have gone to heaven."

"Really?" Xi Xiumi questioned.

"It's absolutely true, my lord." Hersius said seriously, "In fact, if I don't close my eyes, the effect of the divine drop will be greatly reduced, and it might kill this lady witcher."

Xixiumi suddenly realized, and nodded approvingly to Hersius, but Hersius thought in his heart: It is better not to let him know about such a horrible thing as cutting flesh and deboning.

Herax restrained her mind, realizing that his power had disappeared, but she seemed to feel her own transformation.

She knelt on the ground piously, earnestly prayed and thanked her black-haired god, and promised to dedicate all her beliefs.

She believes that in the future, no matter when and where, her gods will protect her from danger and overcome obstacles.