The hermit's plan is quite feasible. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 However, the foundation of the success of this plan is based on the fact that the cursed wraiths can control Catherine in the blood cocoon. When the iron sword pierced into the blood cocoon, the female mage had no room to resist because she could not move. Cursed Wraiths can easily cast curses on her. When Catherine's body weakened to a certain extent, he forced her to sign an unequal pact with herself—as a hermit did with a cursed wraith, or even a harsher master-servant contract. After that, the cursed wraiths will be able to contain the blood beast with all their might.

In fact, the Cursed Wraith went well at first. After the Iron Sword enters the Blood Cocoon, the Cursed Wraith stabs the blade into Catherine's body while devouring the blood to strengthen itself, while spreading the curse to the rest of the Blood Cocoon with the help of Blood. As time passed, the blood-devouring cursed spirits grew stronger. It invaded the spiritual world of the female mage through a curse, and at that moment, it suddenly plunged into the boundless starry sky.

In this vast starry sky, the cursed resentful spirit, which was originally formless and incorporeal, manifested into a gray form. It was small and stiff, vaguely recognizable as a human. However, this form is always moving between gathering and dispersing, and it seems difficult to maintain a fixed state. It wandered in the starry sky, not knowing where to go.

Although the cursed wrath has given birth to intelligence, there is still a huge gap between it and hermits or other intelligent beings. The starry sky in front of him was completely beyond its limited cognition, and it was not clear where it was. The starry sky was so empty that there was nothing around but starlight in the extreme distance. It floated aimlessly and was soon lost in the depths of the starry sky.

Just after the cursed soul was lost, a majestic throne emerged from nothingness. The surrounding starlight also brightened up with the appearance of the throne. Catherine sat upright on her throne, her chin propped up in one hand and a regular hexahedron in the other.

"There is no time to rest. Catherine sighed. She let go of her hand, and the hexahedron floated in front of her.

Catherine fiddled with the hexahedron and slowly spun it around. I saw a pattern printed on each side of the hexahedron. Sometimes they are rabbits, sometimes birds, sometimes black-fronted rats, sometimes teachers Quisling, and even Catherine herself, and so on. But no matter how the glimpses of the light change, the birds, beasts, and humans in the pattern always look like they are sleeping.

The female mage stretched out her hand and nudged it, and the hexahedron flew forward. The throne beneath Catherine followed, following the hexahedron. I don't know how long I flew, but a floating island suddenly appeared in the empty starry sky in front of me. The hexahedron sped away, falling into the floating island and disappearing.

Catherine flew over the floating island on the throne and looked down. The floating island is only a few hundred square meters in circumference, and it is in an irregular trapezoidal shape. The island was a desolate battlefield scene, and in the middle of the battlefield stood a mighty warrior, draped in half-chain mail, holding a long sword, covered in blood. He was surrounded by corpses of all kinds, some with severed heads, some disemboweled, some with severed hands and feet, all of them dying horribly. On this battlefield, both the blood from the wounds of the corpses and the blood on the ground have coagulated and become dark and dull. A strong smell of blood permeated the entire island, and a faint blood-colored mist enveloped the entire island.

The hexahedron floated in front of the warrior, but the warrior seemed unaware.

Catherine watched from the throne for a moment, waving down impatiently. There was a wind blowing from the depths of the starry sky, blowing over the floating islands and blowing away the blood mist. The originally quiet battlefield suddenly became a little angry, and the warrior seemed to wake up from his slumber, raised his long sword, and muttered to it: "Hey, old friend, it's been forty years, and you have been with me for forty years." In the past 40 years, we have fought side by side, and I don't know how many enemies we have killed and how many difficulties we have overcome. I thought no one could defeat us. However, I found that I was wrong, and there was another enemy that we could not defeat anyway - he called the years. ”

As soon as the soldier's words fell, the whole person instantly grew old, his body was no longer majestic and straight, his waist slowly bent, and his hands gradually trembled. In less than a few seconds, even the long sword became an unbearable burden and fell from his hand. The warrior suddenly bent his knees and fell to his knees. He trembled and grasped the hilt of his sword, and with great difficulty it lifted his sword and stuck it in the ground. These movements made him gasp, as if he had exhausted his strength.

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled. He wailed as he stroked the blade, "I don't have long to live, but I don't want to die like that." I want to live, I still have enough to live. ”

Speaking of which, the warrior burst into tears. Tears dripped down the ground, and spring water gushed from the ground, and soon filled the entire floating island. The corpses on the battlefield floated in the water, up and down, like a pot of boiling thick broth, and pieces of meat kept turning up and down from the bottom of the pot.

Due to aging, the old soldier's body began to decay little by little, and the whole person seemed to melt into this pot of broth. "I'm not old, I'm not old. He kept talking, tilting his head to the edge of his sword and sliding down. A streak of blood appeared on his neck, and the skin like orange peel cracked violently, and blood gushed out and stained the blade.

"I'm not going to die, I'm not old. He tried to speak, his voice hoarse and pitched because of his unsteady breath.

His blood was drained, and his body was completely melted into the spring. The sword rose from the water, and there were congealed blood stains on its body. The spring water shook violently, and all the corpses and blood rushed into the sword, and the blood on the sword became more and more red. With a "boom", the floating island disappeared, leaving only a long sword hovering in the air, and under the sword was the regular hexahedron.

Catherine sat on the throne and watched what had happened, and she reached out and grabbed her sword and stabbed it into the hexahedron. The sword was completely pierced, and it never reached the hilt. I don't know what the structure is in the hexahedron, but I didn't pierce it.

Dazzling light burst out from the hexahedron, and the sleeping birds, beasts, and humans inside walked out one by one as if they had woken up. They all closed their eyes tightly and surrounded Catherine.

"One, two, three, four, five. The female mage's face was serious, and only five images came out of the hexahedron, one less than expected. She looked at the hexahedron, where the light had not completely disappeared, but it was much dimmer and was being extinguished.

"One more than one missing. Catherine frowned, and suddenly stood up out of thin air. The throne beneath him shrank with a "whoosh", slamming into the hilt of the long sword that was still exposed outside the hexahedron.