Black crow, silently landing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The star array is in full view of the crows.

"Oh, so you're here~"

The crow's wings are slightly open, and the tail feathers are stretched out, in the shape of a large fan, with a dark and oily sheen. The wings followed, and the plumage was unusually plump, growing all over the room. The sternum protrudes, the hind limbs strongly support the body, and the beak is slightly hooked, like the moon in the clouds.

With the feathers on his head and his eyes, he looked at the black peacock crawling on the ground in the center of the mirror, silent.

Slightly flicking the back tail, and then in the shape of an open screen, with gusts of wind, blooming in the center of the room, in front of the mirror.

She bowed slightly, walked out of the screen feathers, dressed in a white robe, and at the edge of the robe, the black cross made of embroidery was impressive.

The black peacock retracted its feathers, walked to the side of the bed safely, changed its previous recklessness and anxiety, slowly opened its wings, and flew towards the sky, shedding the woman's gaze.

"Sister, what the hell are you thinking?"

With his hands folded, he stood in the center of the star, and his toes were aimed at the slightly opened pages of the dream book, and he had the potential to step in.

"Dream."

The page opened silently, and a seven-pointed star crowded with intricate Latin symbols appeared in the center of the page, and at the end of each line segment, countless crosshairs were inscribed.

Black feathers fluttered to the ground, sparks erupted from the hot crosshairs, splitting the solid wood floor into the standard golden section, and the woman's body melted into translucent characters that filled the entire interior of the seven-pointed star.

She looked at the window with her last un"dissolved" eye.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The screaming from Yumedian's mouth slowly stopped, but the echo still echoed in the palace of Nuoda, and it would not dissipate for a while. The pair reflects Yumeno's cheeks from the standpoint, and the force field is like a huge mirror, refracting everything in the palace on the surface, forming a sphere of refraction on the whole surface.

"Someone rushed in!"

Lu'er tugged at the sleeve of Hitomi in panic.

"A lot of people!"

Lolita looked at the crowd of people that suddenly appeared next to the huge columns around the palace, and was amazed, but also felt a kind of ardent anticipation - a rebellion against rights and a struggle for freedom.

The crowd was a mix of non-human creatures, elvens with slender ears, armored bones, and tall creatures whose faces were completely hidden behind their robes. They walked through the palace without any incident, paying no attention to the man sitting on the throne.

As Hitomi stepped forward, trying to see who was on the throne, a shout erupted from the crowd.

"By the words of Hypnos, the Temple of Awakening, the Temple of Chaos, will be in this - the Freemasonry of Truth, the King, the Book of Dreams."

There was an uproar in the crowd.

"Declare war!"

The last two words were clearly heard by everyone present.

The tone of voice from low to high, led to the cheers and shouts of the audience.

"What's going on? We're surrounded! ”

"And... Why are there two Dream Books? ”

"I am ephemeral, she is eternal~"

She stroked her long hair, not caring about her surprising temper.

Lu'er retreated behind the shrinking eyes, only to see the woman on the throne slowly get up, the wings behind her suddenly opened, and the low sound of the air suppressed the hustle and bustle of everyone.

"With the power of only one person, you can realize the divine power of the dream world, and Lord Mengdian is really majestic."

The human with the double circle emblazoned on his robes began to speak.

"Power, fame, and laws." The corpse behind him, several meters high, trembled strangely, its huge bone claws swaying in its armor, and the sound of the wind showed that its quality could not be underestimated.

"That's all you want?"

The elf's loud voice didn't carry any anger. He just stood there, calmly finishing his words, the blue-black battle robe different from the armor of the corpse, there was a hint of sadness.

"Add a little bit,"

Four-winged Mengdian stretched out her left arm, and the heavy sword embedded in the stone statue was pinched by her, and then fell under the throne, turned around to see the ancient pendulum clock ticking behind her, and waved her hand gently, the huge stone sword perfectly overlapped with the stone sword now inserted on the clock plate, the pendulum clock was originally placed in front of the stone statue, and after a few microseconds, it fell into the stone statue. A loud noise was heard dozens of miles away.

"There is still eternal time."

The graceful posture remained at the moment when the giant sword was swung, like an ancient statue, which was a legend solidified in the eyes of everyone.

The position where the four of them stood corresponded to the cracks of the massive wall, and the smoke and dust engulfed the throne and hid a corner of the palace.

The three of them were dumbfounded in the crowd, only to feel the coercion coming from front of them call them back from their surprise.

Mengdian on the side looked at her former self and paid special attention to the wings on her back. Those wings are so beautiful, I always feel that in an instant I live in the past and live in the future.

The only thing that cannot be tolerated is the present.

"Kill!"

The crowd surged, black robes mixed with sharp battle axes and the crunch of tall corpses walking towards the woman standing in front of the throne.

The three of them looked at everything that was happening around them, and gradually understood.

"After hundreds of years of domination, the "everything" in my place of light, which had been given life and free will by the writer, has begun to rebel. I don't see this as a challenge, but as a frustration. ”

The corpses were flapped with wings, and with shattered steel helmets, they smashed around the four of them, turning them into powder.

"There is only one reason for them to declare war, but it is also the only one." Mengdian turned around, changed his old smile, and put on a melancholy face. "I am equal to the three laws, to the core of the book, but not to the will from which they derive. Once the will awakens, it will begin to seek, seek, seek... ”

"Finally finding you?" Lolita asked.

The four-winged Yumenori drew out the two silver swords held on the stone statue, and through extreme speed, they reduced to a static state between her waving arms, drawing a graceful circle.

"They believe that they have found faith, and I am a god who does not want to reveal the truth."

Waves of qi swung through the tip of the silver sword, and everywhere they passed, there were shattered planes and perfect cross-sections of flesh.

"This battle didn't end until some time ago. In dreams, the flow of time will cease to exist, and the only thing that can prove that time has flowed is the person who opened the book and the moment it was opened. ”

Loud chanting resounded through the palace, the pillars disintegrated, and the ground settled, but the place where the dream was standing remained untouched. She walked slowly towards the palace gate, behind her a Gothic robe emblazoned with a beautiful white cross, and the soft ribbon stained red with blood fell to the ground, on which seductive strokes were written.

"I just walked, swept away the low, stupid creatures with my wings, and bestowed the [Corpse] with the body of the sword, the [Magician] with the tip of the sword, and the [Spirit] with the Decadence."

The crowd slowly cleared out a scarlet river that flowed along the ankles of the four-winged Yumeno, strewn with cold metal and joints.

"You're just.. It's a war machine! ”

Lu'er couldn't believe what she was seeing, and ran towards the four-winged Yumedian, and the shrinking eyes behind her wanted to dissuade her, but she was pulled by Mengdian: "Let her go." ”

Lolita is the second person to leave Yumedian. If you want to say what she thinks in her heart at this time, it is fifty-fifty.

Half was skeptical of what she saw, and half was worried about Lu'er's safety.

The power of the four-winged dream canon is huge, and with the slender twin swords, the four wings behind him, and a casual consciousness chant [The Highest Level Will Casting Process of the Place of Light], there is very little left of his free will in the place of light, which is really terrifying. The little girl's figure was so small, not even as long as the four-winged Dream Dian Silver Sword.

Blood splattered from her ankles, and she still ran to an angle where she could see the chin of the Four Winged Yumenori, but she caught a glimpse of the amazing scene.

"Are you crying?"

Four-Winged Yumenori didn't answer her words, biting her lip, the double sword in her hand trembling.

"Don't kill again, you have the right to dodge their attacks, right? Why you should do it! ”

She roared, and the four wings behind her were covered with complex whispers, and as the blood flowed, the upper wings quickly decayed, turning into bits of starlight.

The crowd of people was lifted by the air waves, and they flowed out of the palace in four and eight, and the screams did not stop for a second. The twin swords fell to the ground, shaking the entire palace, and the already shattered ground marble separated from the horizon.

The Four Wings whispered in a whisper that even Lu'er could hardly hear.

The four-winged dream turned around, so slow that even Lu'er couldn't believe it.

"At that time, I didn't know if there was someone who would restrain my murderous intentions, or if I didn't torture my heart on a whim."

Lolita looked at the oncoming four-winged Yumenori and stretched out her arm, but she couldn't hold her.

"I don't really want to do these things," she said, watching as she slowly returned to the throne, eventually shattering into the words that had been scattered from the shelves. "I'm the excluded party and I have no choice."

"But you put them ... Isn't the subconscious mind a living being? ”

"Life crowds out life, because there is only one place of light, only one king, and one dream."

Mengdian cried and said with a smile.

Looking at the woman who was swayed by two emotions, he hesitated a little, and couldn't spit out half a word with his open mouth.

"My writer has told me that I have embodied the laws of the place of light, but I cannot express the origin of dreams. I am in control of the process, not the origin of all things. ”

Lu'er stayed where she was, staring at the four-winged Yumenoru in front of her before turning around, and after breaking it into words, she was left with only one last eye still suspended in the air.

"I'm ashamed to be born as a dream." [I was born as a human being, I am ashamed. - Osamu Dazai]

Lolita never imagined that the slaughtering machine would cry, as if right and wrong were reversed, and she became the last victim.

"That's all for my story." Hitomi watched as she embraced herself into her wings, soft and warm.

"I have a commission, I'll tell you."

Luer watched the two hug each other among the feathers, and ran over in a rage.

"Take me out of here."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was pushed away by Lu'er, and tears splashed down Mengdian's arm. "Stay away from him!"

"Lu'er, let's go."

Mengdian squinted at the shrinking pupils, overflowing with tears.

The other party has no intention of refusing, so what can he do?

I want to open my heart, but I am tormented, from the coldness of reality, and I have been indulging in the sadness of the unreal...

Thousands of times.

"Finally gone~ Hahaha, your acting skills are not bad."

"Brute. You actually came back, back to this kind of place, you deserve... A thousand cuts! ”

The woman leaned on the clock dial, looked at the giant sword under her, and pulled her left leg down, her white leg wrapped in bandages.

"Look, look, my wounds are much better, and if it weren't for the skill you gave me before, this bandage could have been painted."

The skirt was lifted, and the squinted eyes were full of Yumedian's angry face.

"Artwork."

At the base of the thigh, the delicate flower grows unscrupulously on the bandage, and the person who painted it is well versed in the art of fine brushwork, and also has a latent love for the withering of life.

Sick, and insane.

Mengdian shook off tears, and the wings behind him hung down, and he was in agony.

"Look, look, the flowers that live in utopia want to bloom?"

The sleeve robe trembled slightly, and the white cross folded into a vertical and horizontal shadow in the shadow. With a soft cry, Mengdian fell to his knees, his robe falling off, and the hair on his shoulders hid the lines of the complex technique.

"Reverse chanting, the person who writes you really doesn't give you face." The woman shook her body, as agile as a swallow. "No one will let you go! No matter who you show it to, no matter who you listen to, you are your own shadow after all. ”

"Nightmare... White Night Wound! ”

"You haven't forgotten me, I'm really happy."

In the exclamation of the dream, the robe scattered with the flutter of its wings. Lying on the ground, he resisted silently.

It's a beautiful reverse loop, she says.

What a lovely White Cross, she thought.

What a fragile light, the shadow sang.