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The white wings wandered countless whispers, they were writing their own dreams, flowing through the blood of the dream dian, boiling in the pulse of the earth. With a swing of the sword, the air cracked, and the heavy sword fell into the small palm, but I didn't see Mengdian's eyes wandering.

It was a killing weapon about dozens of meters long, not made for killing, but for destruction.

"Now, you summoned me just to show me the "Scepter of God"? ”

The eyes on the little face opened suddenly, the pupils trembled on the shaky thin skin, and the little mouth pinched the horn of the wind, and said this softly.

"I've slept long enough, poetic brain, I don't know if the dream between us can still come true."

The huge heavy sword crossed Yumeno's forehead, and the slender poetic horn sword stuck to the hilt of the heavy sword, and the moment the two kissed each other, the roar peeled off a layer of fine sand from the ground.

In Lu'er's opinion, it was the purest and majestic display of weight and weight.

Black heavy sword, white poetry horn.

Black and white cross, Freemasonry, The Last Judgment.

Qiange panted, and the black and white cross on his chest seemed to be obeying the call of Yumedian, violently tearing the chain that bound it, wanting to leave Qiange and fly towards Yumedian below the zenith.

"Belonging to the Black Tower, above the Holy Land, the Emperor of Creation."

This sentence was chanted and turned into chanting, and the moment the last word "emperor" dragged out of Mengdian's mouth, the black cross was already close to Mengdian's distance of 10 meters.

A second has passed.

"I've never forgotten,"

The heavy sword stretched across the entire zenith church, and those running on the zenith could only see the scars of the earth growing in a canyon that stretched across the ground.

Black arms were pulled from behind the black cross and drilled into the hilt of the other's swords, their hunger and thirst like their innate instincts for reproduction and reproduction, clothed in darkness and embraced the light. The heavy sword passed through the gap between his arms, and he deftly dodged it, making a crisp scream, but it only sounded smug to Yumedian.

"The day I will give birth to you!"

"Me too!"

The arm supported the body of the black cross, and the sword of poetry tore through the joints of the black arm, and the two of them came head-on.

Two seconds have passed.

The black sword body rubbed against the upper body of the poem, the sparks scorched the air, the "field" of mass collision stretched out the surrounding space, the zenith church chirped in pain, its belly was being stirred by the two newborns, and it was not at peace. The stained glass was distorted, the surface color rendered the face of the god, wet the corners of mortal eyes, and the relief on the Doric column disappeared into the "field" brought by the two, slowly smoothing out his appearance.

"The poetry brain sword still feels a little soft and collapsed."

Time seems to freeze, like a troublemaker who deliberately stops to watch the faces of two girls.

The black sword flexed incredibly, its body gradually softened in the friction, and it was like a liquid, a wonderful transpiration of itself, and it slowly lowered its head.

The poetry corner is still standing straight and proudly on the upper body of the black sword, between merciless laughter, the body is like a Hong Zhong, condensing himself violently, and standing up elegantly.

Three seconds have passed.

Time walked behind Black Cross and watched as her body sank into the embrace of the earth, the stones separating from the horizon, growing more and more distant from the ground, silent.

For the sound of the earth cracking was far more humble than the sound of the black cross body breaking.

Voices will give way to each other.

Like a bell ringing, when Lu'er approached the sun in the center of the heavens, she was shaken by the sound waves and rolled several times, and the whole person lay on the top of the zenith, unable to even turn her head. She thinks that sometimes, people are stupid and always believe that they can adapt to the world so that they can have more room to experience the true majesty. After all, there are not many people who can surrender as carelessly as themselves to the brutal king of reality for too long and then rise up and resist.

Black Cross resembles herself, she is not the first victim.

Qiange half-knelt on the ground, holding the right hand of the flowing lamp, feeling the eardrum making a final struggle, and the skin of his whole body was covered with a layer of cold frost.

That frost.

It's a bewitching blood-red.

He didn't dare to look down.

He just stared into the eyes of the flowing lamp, hoping to find some comfort in it.

Hitomi Shaki's figure vanished, and he didn't notice it until now.

The ceiling was stained with blood, which was somewhat unrealistic.

It's hard to say where the blood comes from.

Then, even the screams disappeared.

Yumeden pressed the hilt of his sword, staring at the corner of the crown refracted in his eyes, unable to see through the Black Cross's thoughts.

"I've passed it."

Shi Nao's little face smiled a little unhappily.

"Laughing at what?"

Shi Brain's little face pursed her lips with some pleasure.

"You."

Yumenori let go of the hilt of the sword, allowing the weight of the blade to fall downward through the gravitational field, pressing against the fragile artery at the edge of the Black Cross's heart.

"Once faith dies, you are no longer a dream."

"The author said the same, but I think that's a byproduct of my existence."

"You're really stubborn."

"Everyone has God in their hearts, and I am no exception."

"This sword is really heavy."

Black Cross's mouth was open, his lips twitching between his teeth, his tongue knotted.

This knot hit her heart all the way.

It's hard to unravel.

"Hee-hee, the beautiful cracks are all connected to my disobedient master, how beautiful they are, what do you think?"

Black Cross's mouth was open, his tongue moved lightly, and his breath came out softly.

Comfortable.

The heavy sword was raised again, and after the sound of the wind, Mengdian closed his eyes and began to chant loudly. The whispers splashed out and fell to the ground, blooming with beautiful spells, and at the same time, the spells that opened on Mengdian's body were also singing.

"The Living Choir,"

A crack opened in the center of the blade of the heavy sword, and sharp serrations grew out, tearing the air.

"It rhymes!"

For the chanting-level creation capital punishment device, it must be difficult for the weak of the secondary circuit level to withstand it.

The break came to the face of the Black Cross, with the sound of the wind.

The poet brain was a little depressed, and between his eyebrows lowered, he began to hum a nursery rhyme about the mother goose.

[Who killed the robin?] 】

[It's me," Sparrow said. 】

The dream in his pupils held up his mouth, and there were two more lines of tears on his face.

[I killed the robin.] 】

[With my bow and sword.] [Quoted from the children's rhyme collection "Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes" here is a metaphor for the bow, the killing intent of the dream classic, because it is far away. The sword is the horn of poetry, because of persistence. 】

The light fell from the sky and focused on Yumenori, the blinding white light that burned the body of the heavy sword, and it cried out, leaving the palm of its master's hand and diving into the shade of the shadows. Yumeden raised his wings and landed on his knees, blocking out the light of the sky, his eyes open and closed, looking for the direction of the light source.

The light, scorching and bright, revealed all the secrets of her body, and the instinctive shyness made her relax her vigilance against the Black Cross, and the battle situation became strange and confusing at this moment.

Later generations say that this is a sign of the redemption of the Dream Codex, while others say that it is nothing more than a coincidence of a creator.

The sun is housed in a huge lighthouse with beautiful pointed arches and sharp spires extending from the outer edge of the lighthouse, which are stone statues that grow towards the sun.

The smell of Gothic architecture jumps up, and the bullseye's lens turns again, casting all the light in the church on the dream.

"I'm tired!"

Hitomi stood on the pillar on the left side of the lighthouse, looking at Lu'er on the right pillar who was dying, and was in pain.

It feels unpleasant for the active agent to empty in an instant.

"Fortunately, there is a white night wounded..."

The snow-white hair drooped, taking care of the girl's body that covered her body, slowly wrapping into the white hair. Everything that had just happened was less than five seconds, and as soon as three seconds passed, the Black Cross fell, and no one could control the angry Yumedian, or rather, no one could influence the other "things" in Yumedian's body to unleash their anger.

Dream Dian, or Dream Dian, changed the human skin and received the heart of the beast.

The lighthouse turned his head, and the Poetic Horn Sword walked out of the Black Cross's chest, the dark Pope's blood began to flow back, and the black arm expanded again, and she took the killing weapon, which she held in the palm of her hand.

Yumenori, still Yumedian, held her wings and felt a sharp weapon pass through her wings, the tip of which left a cold touch on her lips.

The tip of the sword, which has never been so close to itself, is charmingly cold!

She gripped her sword in her hands, but her eyes looked away, letting the blood seep through her fingers.

The lighthouse in the center of the zenith felt the sweep of the night's afterglow, and the gears under the lens spun even faster.

"Tsk, it hurts!"

The other three wings swept over the black arm, and the black cross stepped back, watching as the place where he had stood had sunk beneath the surface, his own undried blood sublimating in the smoke screen.

"You can actually hurt your own creator, presumably you didn't create [Poetry Horn] first."

Four-Winged Yumenori peeled off her sword, and the wings of the middle sword quickly shrank, and the spell that was connected to her jumped, choking her and exhaling heavily.

"The Poetic Horn Sword is not your creation. It is fatal to everyone. Something that doesn't have the law of three is terrible! ”

The huge black door finally opened, countless black arms waited for the master's order, and the light of the lighthouse swept over the black door, and Solomon's great seal was clearly visible. [The ancient kings of Israel had an extraordinary quest for God. 】

She stepped forward and looked at the three wings hanging from Mengdian, with a resentful expression, but afraid of the light coming from the zenith. The black arm silently climbed up along Mengdian's body, instantly locking the strength around Mengdian's body before the next power point appeared.

"Presumably, it must feel bad to be stabbed by that sword, right?" The black cross pulled the bandage on her chest open, and the heart that connected the circuit rolled down to the center of her palm, and with each beat, a dense murmur flashed in the circuit. "And it wasn't destroyed, the only thing in me that wasn't of my own creation. You've failed, Yumedian [White Cross]! ”

Blood fluttered in the air and reattached itself to the shattered wound of the Black Cross, and the heart, though close to dryness, did not stop beating.

Behind the two of them, the black arms scrambled to pull open, and the towering coffin stood in the quiet wilderness, serious and meticulous, preserving the "things" in its body. The lighthouse on the zenith rotates its eyes to examine the Black Gate made by the Black Cross, and the "guests" behind it.

【Original】

Also known as Pandora's Box

Imprisons the Spirit of Time, the oldest of the creatures, and is said to have the same status as the writer.

Whether the oldest existence left by the writer at the beginning of the writing of the Dream Dictionary is still unquestionable, and its history must be treated with care.

At this time, the Dark Pope [Hidden Poetry Brain] opened her biggest secret in front of the Dream Classic.

The black arm prostrate on the coffin giant lock, sniffing and eating all parts of the lock's body, causing the cry of Mengdian.

"Don't open it, don't open it!"

The wings converged, and Mengdian suddenly woke up, covering his eyes, and blood and tears poured out.

"Some people are tired of seeing creatures living in darkness, but they don't have the slightest shelter at this time."

The lid of the coffin seemed to move, and a deep roar filled Yumeno's ears, ordering her, lowering her head and landing on her knees, a posture that was simply the greatest insult to the Creator.

What is it that makes Yumedian kneel?

This question popped up in the hearts of all five people at the same time.

"That's your sin, the collection of all your sins." The crown on the head of the black cross groaned. "[Shi Ling] is a monster that you raised yourself, now, you should know what Bai Ye's heart is thinking, right? Yes, yes, yes, the White Night Wound was born from your body, but you left her behind and placed her under house arrest in the Holy Land for thousands of years. This is a collection of countless beliefs and dreams that have been abandoned by people, and it stands to reason that the Dream Book [White Cross],"

The little face opened his mouth safely.

"The greatest goodness in the world is compassion for oneself."

She watched the black cross slowly retreat aside, and the moment the poetic brain on her head retreated, there were countless cracks on the huge coffin, and the black blood, outlining the patterns of Gothic patterns and roses, gradually became clear and gradually appeared.

"Good?"

The lid of the coffin could no longer withstand the pressure of the things in the belly, and the cracks opened, and the things inside breathed in the fresh air that spewed in from the cracks, dancing happily.

"I've been looking for you for a long time! Good! ”

A behemoth fell out of the coffin, covered in black and shiny scales and sawdust, and its horns were upside down, like a baby falling out of an egg, looking for the smell of breast milk. Seven shackles were buckled upside down on his body, and there were countless hieroglyphs in ancient Egyptian on the shackles, and the iron chains hung down, leaving black ink on the ground, staining the heart of Mengdian.

The shackles moved heavily, limiting the limits of the living creature's movements, and the loud roar that had just come from it still echoed in the zenith.

"You're good?"

The thick Nobuko was put away, passed between Yumeno's outstretched legs, then wandered around her arms, and finally through her neck, sliding down her lower abdomen, Nobuko smelled her body, caressing the girl it called "good", but there was no trace of lewdness in her blood-red eyes.

It just admires the hue of "goodness", but in Lu'er's eyes, it has a strange connection.

"The smell of the reverse loop is all over my body, but unfortunately I can't see it or touch it."

"You, you, what are you talking about!"

Mengdian was dumbfounded, subconsciously put his legs together, curled up into his wings, and then found that his saliva was flowing all over the ground.

"Are you incontinent?"

"No, simply, simply rude!"

The girl stumbled, her eyes hollow, clutching her body, but she didn't know how to retreat.

"Good, you're so nice. You are the best person I have ever met, calm and graceful in the face of "evil", and will not point fingers at me, add the word "sin", and will not call out the word "degenerate" against me. No wonder she asked me to come and see you. ”

Shrinking eyes widened, and what he spoke was clearly the face on the back of this black dragon!

The face is set in the center of the dragon's back, its eyes closed, and the edges dissolved into the scales, seducing people to reverie the dragon's newborn life.

Liulan had never seen such a strange thing, and snuggled into Qiange's arms, shivering.

"Good, how do you feel when you stand on the other side of the world, looking at me who is suffering, watching people moving closer to you?"

Mengdian was extremely nervous, she became mute, an orator who was deprived of the right to speak, and she was now a passive tense.

"Good, I really like you, but I also hate you to the extreme."

Nobuko pressed against the girl's soft cheeks, touched the slight cry in the air, and slowly withdrew it.

"Good, you don't speak."

The black dragon spun around sharply, its long tail sweeping over the stone bridge, leaving a bottomless scratch. Then, climbing up along the surface of the coffin, his limbs went deep into the lid of the coffin, and his body stood upside down, and his face was easily aimed at the dream that was crawling on the ground. The wings around are wide open, setting off the whiteness of the human face with golden brilliance.

"Eve, the clay figurines also need to be taken care of, even if you make up for the sky, steal the fire, and abuse the love, you still have to take the responsibility of the three laws."

The diameter of the lips of the human face was so large that every word spoken would make the surrounding black doors creak.

It was as if there was no room for its words, not every sacred word.

The ivy near its face swayed as its lips rose and fell, and from time to time a crow perched on its slender eyelashes, looking down at the white-clad Yume on the ground.

Like the gaze of the Creator when he examines himself.

Moreover, long.