"Where are so many Dementors in the territory?"

Tyramiels, the dark phoenix who had been living in Leiard's body, wrinkled her nose and observed the Dementors that were accumulating in the castle. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Dressed in tattered clothes, they floated in mid-air like ghosts.

There are expressions of hell that are somewhere between the soul and the physical being.

It is an incomplete creature that has lost its sense of self and has fallen into demons.

Dementors can easily navigate the underworld and the abyss of each of the main planes.

Their favorite food is the deep fear, self-blame, and pain of all intelligent beings.

Of course, many mages will hire these guys to guard the important areas of their mage towers against some special human invasions and torture prisoners.

In addition to this, they often live in packs in the underworld to hunt for souls.

Extremely fragile at heart, Lillard can provide more than enough food, and dozens of Dementors surround Lillard.

Their clear, blue tentacles were like cotton wool on Lillard's body, and a white layer of frost had congealed on his body from the cold.

These guys are very shrewd and don't bother with their chests, and even with low intelligence, they can feel an obscure aura coming from there.

This aura is a symbol of the creatures they can't hide from in the abyss.

And Leillard didn't go out to get enough nutrients, and even Tiramiels couldn't show his skills when he fought against the succubus before.

She paced back and forth in her abode, considering whether she would switch to Hildis and re-inhabit.

Compared to this person, Hildes at least knows what she needs to do, and has the qualities to succeed.

If it weren't for the greed for the aura left by some gods on this waste dragon, she wouldn't have transferred to this body.

Especially after eating some kind of spiritual imprint from the Dragon Domain, she gained some of the rules of otherworldly positioning. This at least shows that the main plane in the world in the past tens of thousands of years still has unique insights into the rules, and these are one of the rules that she did not grasp back then.

But.... It's not a good feeling to be trapped in this metal cage right now.

After some unknown old dragons put their spiritual imprints here, it was easy for her to get in and difficult to get out.

Even if she is herself, it is impossible to move out without paying enough rent. Unless Lillard is dead.

This is clearly a great opportunity.

Tiramiels propped her chin and looked at the purple-faced face of Lerald, who wondered when the other would hang up.

Against the Dementors, unless you can hurt your body as a negative energy, you still want to be happy.

The happier you are, the more miserable the Dementors will be, and they'll fly away from the place.

Thinking in the worst-case direction, the magic circle that ingested energy by itself was known by the creatures of the underground world because of the leakage of breath, and then took the initiative to border here. Anyway, it can't be a demon, the demon will fight with Leillard as soon as it comes, and it won't take these roundabout actions, first hypnotize, and then borrow the dream to kill people, they don't bother to do it, their approach is very straightforward, even if they see a high-level demon, they will come up and roar to confirm their existence.

"To help or not to help..... To me, it doesn't seem necessary."

Tila Mills thought about her own gains and losses, felt the scorching smell of baking warning from her confined environment, and she felt like she was being coerced. She could feel that there was a trace of spiritual imprint left by a great presence in this badge, and she was very angry, as if she was very dissatisfied with the status quo.

The dice that had been worn on his chest floated in front of Lillard of its own, casting a glimmer of light over Tiramiels.

The demon's most feared holy light technique is condensing in the dice, and it is believed that before Leillard dies, this guy will definitely use Leillard's life force to destroy Tiramiels in advance. This practice of being pointed at gunpoint made her very helpless and angry.

She could only flip through Lillard's dreams at this time with a cold face, awakening a person's fighting spirit, stimulating these people to move forward, and squeezing the last trace of value they could create were all compulsory lessons for demons.

There is no one in this world who does not have desires, among the seven emotions and six desires, as long as they find the right direction, these ignorant guys will automatically take the bait.

She didn't believe in anything perfect.

Even gods have their own character weaknesses, let alone this little reptile.

"What a mess of memories..... it took Tiramiels only a few minutes to put all of Leillard's memories into her head, watching this guy keep making mistakes and doing wrong things, and then reacting extremely weakly, she couldn't complain. This kind of wasted person's mentality of seeking death and being proud of it after obtaining the last hope in life is also beyond the estimation of an expert like her who specializes in receiving all kinds of desires.

“..... The most feared people are teachers.... Then there is the boss who goes to work..... Then there are their own parents and other members of the opposite sex. Make no mistake, I'll jump up when someone makes a phone call, and I'll feel weak when I'm looking at me when I walk, I don't think I'm saying anything, okay!"

Others don't move themselves, they would rather play quietly with themselves, and they are afraid of dealing with people, is it really this pervert in front of him who is constantly looking for femdom women?! Feeling the worse and worse living environment, Tiramiels simply wanted to sigh.

"I can only find the most terrifying thing about this guy to stimulate him. Isn't he thinking about a carefree death, then let him be frightened, so that he can delay for a while, or I will die!"

The temperature passed down by the dice was getting hotter and hotter, and the clothes on Leillard's chest had been partially destroyed, and the phoenix's mark was illuminated, and the feathers began to burn.

Soon, several mysterious demonic words around the phoenix turned into a black torrent, flowing up and heading towards the brain along Lillard's heart, she could only rely on this guy's remaining fear to hit him, didn't she say that she hoped to leave without regret?

There are three levels of human suffering. The first level is the regret that arises from the loss of an item that can be lost repeatedly. The second level is the loss of items that cannot be lost repeatedly, and at this time it is very remorseful and self-reproachful. The third level is to make some inadvertent mistake and cause the destruction of the things that are most dear to you. The impact is the most profound, and the pain is enough to change a person's character.

All Tiramiels has to do now is to let Lelard, who is already in a dream situation, repeat the dream.

Every time she enters a new dream in a dream, the flow of time decreases by tens or hundreds of times, and she has enough time to turn the tables.

Doesn't this guy like to cross over, then travel four or five times and put it on more than ten years, each time the pain is more intense than the last, and the pain has no time to sigh the openness of his death, and then he is pouring some happy things, and he must be able to break through the entanglement of the Dementors.

Maybe there's a very motivated person, and that's good for everyone, isn't it?" )