As Serena, who was in charge of the illusion, had a thought, a large new scene was generated out of thin air in what had been an area of nothingness outside the castle.After doing all this, Serena smiled coquettishly and exited the illusion.The time of the stop continued to flow, and Chobuterrand was still running through the castle, looking for a door to end the test, only that he had a little more trouble chasing after him in the process.In this level of fantasy, the site is a medieval castle.The knights' armor in the castle, which had been used for decoration, was transformed into living creatures after Jot Brown passed by, and two dark green eyes burned through the cracks of the helmet; Their movements were cumbersome, but an unexpected blow almost left Jobtrand here."
Defend the castle, defend the homeland, kill the trespassers!"
These armors would shout such a slogan before swinging their weapons, and then wave the weapons around them: broadswords, maces, spears, etc.Rather than spend too much time wrestling with the armor, Chobuterron chose to use his ability to run nimbly in the illusion to leave them behind."
Guest, come for a cup of tea.""
Guest, let's listen to a song."
That's talking teapots and harps.They had no way to move, and could only use various languages to try to disrupt Jote Brown's pace and rhythm.It's just that until now, Tubtrand has not seen any trace of a living person.The owner of the castle didn't show up either, but only roared as he solved the stitching monster himself.But when Jot Brown pushed open the castle gate, the view outside the door made him slow down.The light of the stars in the night sky completely converged, but it was the scarlet moon that illuminated the earth.It was supposed to be a soft and bright moonlight, but at this time, it reflected a strange red on the whole land.In front of the castle, there is a large patch of bright red roses.I don't know if the scarlet blood drops dripping to stain the petals of the rose, I don't know if it is the nutrients provided by the white bones, or the soil moistened by the corpses, this sea of red flowers is extremely charming.The flower of weeping blood blooms, and life withers with it.The wind, gently rising, brought up pieces of crimson flying flowers, and at the same time took away the souls of the dead.Skeletons crawled out of the dirt, resurrected from the dead with a grudge against their castle owner.The knight's armor chasing after Jobuterron did not dare to step out of the door at this time, and even threw it on the ground along with the weapons in his hand, and turned around and closed the gate of the castle and shut Jot Brown outside.Faced with the army of the undead who had risen from the sea of flowers, Chobuterrand reluctantly picked up the knight's sword and shield from the ground for self-defense.In the tower at the top of the castle, an old woman looked out of the broken tower window at the army of the undead.In her right hand was a bright rose, just her favorite flower, a gift from the man.The army of the undead is not doing anything for the time being, because they are waiting for their king.A right hand with a gold ring poked out from the dirt beneath the roses, tall as a beast, and he woke up from the flowers with a crown on his head.He looked up at the tower, at the old woman, and roared silently.The roar contained helplessness, resentment, betrayal, and endless love, as if complaining to the old woman why she had given up on herself in the first place.The white bones of the sea charged towards the castle, uselessly slapping the walls with their claws that were about to shatter.Some of the bones close to Jobutran attacked Jot Brown, swarming them with their broken bodies in an attempt to hold him down and transform him into one of them.They bared their teeth and claws, slammed their shattered skulls, and tore at them with their broken teeth, but Jot Brown held on in the face of this predicament.Trading the smallest wound for hope of survival is the only way Jot Brown can play right now.He kept moving his steps, but as the number of bones around him increased, there was less room for him to dodge.A wound on his hand, a bite mark on his back, and slowly more and more wounds like this appeared on his body.His physical strength gradually weakened, and negative emotions such as irritability and restlessness gradually appeared in his heart, which had been calm and calm.It is indeed impossible to fight against as many bones as an army with the strength of one person, but there is also a turning point.A bell rang in the tower, and it struck twelve times.The deafening sound of the bell interrupted the attack of the undead, and at the end of the bell, the leader of the undead reluctantly gave the order to retreat.It's time for them to get back into the dirt and continue to wait for their next chance to attack."
Whoever killed my child, you are mine."
The old woman's hoarse and shrill voice reached Jobtrand's ears, and Jot Brown looked at the tower with a frown.The old woman in the tower glared at Jot Brown viciously, but the next second it turned into a cloud of blood mist and exploded, and she didn't even have a chance to scream.At this time, Serena, who was presiding over the test illusion, changed her face drastically, and shouted to Arnold without any scruples, "Something happened, help me!"
”The other students who were taking the test were thrown out of their illusions by Serena and returned to reality in amazement.They found themselves slumped in front of the crystal ball, exhausted.The screen in the center of the stage dimmed, except for the one that broadcast Jot Brown, which was still brightly broadcasting the sudden accident he had accepted.Ominous, with indescribable coercion, descending from the sky.At first, it was just a small dot the size of a grain of rice, and it didn't attract attention, but soon, His huge figure appeared.Jot Brown unconsciously looked at the sky, and in the blood-red moonlight, a figure with two contradictory qualities, holy and evil, descended.Soft, sturdy tentacles swayed in the wind behind him, he had no human features, but Jot Brown knew he was watching him.His slow fall from the air was more graceful than that of the world's top dancers, but the indifference to life showed a disdain for human beings in him."
Fallen Old Gods wandering on the edge of the Dream Realm!"
Arnold rushed to Serena, who was in full control of the illusion, and then noticed something strange in the illusion.The screen broadcast outside the Phantom Stadium came to an abrupt halt as the rest of the content would cause panic among the students.Just by taking a look, many old students who have been exposed to occult knowledge are already full of fear, and some even have unbearable people who can't help but wet their pants.All the previous mutations in the castle were only minor fights before the moonlight descended on the gods, and at best they were just a tingling of the scalp.This figure is what people fear from the bottom of their hearts, nay, instincts.Jobuterron clenched his fists, but his body instinctively trembled with the figure's movements.He was both fearful and fearless.He knew it was a level set up in a test illusion, but the unspeakable horror stimulated all his senses.It's just that Jobbuterron didn't know that this test had gotten out of control.To be slain by the god in front of you is to die so that even the soul will be annihilated, and death in the presence of this god is a merciful and forgiving reward.He could easily transform Jobuterrand into an unspeakable foreign object at any moment, whether it was a monster full of tentacles or a mass of flesh that could multiply itself.His seemingly delicate limbs fell gently into the sea of roses, stirring up a crimson rain.He was curious about the human in front of him.As a god-level life beyond humans, he rarely produces emotions, but he felt a familiar aura in Jot Brown.After a long time, he could no longer remember who he was, and to whom the breath belonged, but he was sure that the owner of the breath had a memory with him that he would never forget.He lay on the ground like a seasoned hound, pacing cautiously around Jot Brown, his graceful and indifferent posture revealing many flaws, but Jot Brown did not dare to make a move.There was a voice in my heart that kept whispering, repeatedly reminding me, "Don't act blindly. ”Although Jot Brown had no intention of attacking, he instinctively raised the shield in front of him; Even though he knew in his heart that the shield was as fragile as paste to the being in front of him, he did so because he had no other choice.He circled around Jot Brown for a moment, and then strangely twisted his neck around the whole circle, extending it in front of Jot Brown.Jobuterron could feel the breath coming from Him, so close.Now, if you stretch out your hand, you can touch the gods.As soon as I think about this thought, a lot of crazy and uncontrollable babbling comes to mind."
Reach out, touch it, become a god.Bow down, offer sacrifices, offer your life.Sing praises, pray, and sleep eternally. ”All kinds of complex thoughts came to my mind like a volcanic eruption.Valid and contradictory ideas become the fuse that is about to be ignited before that soul-making coercion.He gently touched Jot Brown's forehead with a slender limb, feeling the mysterious aura of Jot Brown.The touch on his forehead was cold and piercing, as cold as moonlight, but with a hint of indescribable loneliness and frustration."
My name, Luna Khons."
Such a sentence appeared in Jot Brown's ears for no apparent reason, and even he himself did not realize why he said it.At that moment, Kong Si, as a god, himself was stunned.He seemed to recall many embarrassing memories, as well as an emotion buried deep in his heart—resentment."
Uh-huh, ahh!!
hToth !!!
Old Gods!!!
This revenge will be avenged!!!
”The god who claimed to be Khons roared at the red moon in the sky, and this roar resounded through the sky and shook a large number of cracks in the illusion that Serena had condensed.The illusion was crumbling, and Cons was angrily tapping the earth, tearing the roses around him, before leaping to his feet and weaving through a black crack.Jot Brown, who was unconscious by the roar, fell to the ground, his limbs twitched, and his eardrums ruptured.The illusions around him are like shattered mirrors, crumbling piece by piece, and after the shattering, all that remains is nothingness.At the last moment, a large hand grabbed Jot Brown's collar and took his spirit body out of the illusion.After escaping, Serena spent a lot of time constructing illusions and disappeared from the world.In the tent of reality, Jobuterrand twitched and collapsed from his chair.And Serena was devoured by the shattering of the illusion, so she spurted a mouthful of blood outward, and even her nose was bleeding.Her eyes were bloodshot and scarlet, and she weakly said to Arnold, "I'll leave it to you later."
Then he collapsed into Arnold's arms.Arnold opened his eyes and looked around at the students who looked stunned for some reason.Arnold coughed lightly and said in a loud voice, "Old students, please give me a face and leave first."
And newcomers to the test are advised to stay away.This is the first trial run of a new test, and there have been some unexpected situations, but the situation is now under control, so please don't worry. ”Arnold's words, although an official form of appeasement, nevertheless served a certain purpose.The buzz has apparently become much quieter, but the consequences are still unknown.With that, Arnold walked off the stage with Serena in his arms, and immediately laid her flat in the tent just in case.The tent was staffed with first aid personnel who could make a preliminary diagnosis of Serena.Putting down Serena, Arnold trotted anxiously to the tent where Jot Brown was.The hooded actor and prosecutor in the tent had placed Joe Brown flat on the ground and were using artificial respiration to save Jobutron, but Chobutron still did not wake up."
Let me come."
Arnold sank his face when he saw this, and said with a solemn expression.He stretched out his right hand and gently placed it on Jot Brown's forehead.The temperature above his forehead was terrifyingly cold, like an arctic glacier, or even more terrible than that."
Dazzling fire, Orrix, please bring warmth and dispel the coldness of the world."
A purple flame appeared out of thin air as Arnold chanted, the original power that Orrix had lent Arnold.This force should be invincible in the world, but it can't suppress the cold that is currently eroding Jot Brown.Because it was the same level of power, although it was only unconsciously leaked out by the moon god Kongs, but for Jobuterrand, this was not something that the physical level of human beings could easily accept.The flames slowly fell on Jot Brown's forehead, but before his strength ran out, it only restored Jot Brown to his normal body temperature, and he still showed no signs of waking up.This is the biggest crisis that Jot Brown has encountered so far!