"Shut up!"

Hitomi shaki's shoulder ached. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He couldn't figure out the situation at this time, he only felt that the little man on his shoulder was radiating false heat and light.

From nothing to something, until it is ten thousand.

The magic square appeared, clenched by five fingers, and let out a hoarse cry crushed by the tremendous pressure. The girl's fingers are slender, but the green tendons burst out, and the relaxation of the muscles and emotions form a perfect proportional function, soaring upward, with a touch of calmness and cold explosion. The magic square tried to turn, and the crack burst out, weak, weak, and the thumb that was deep in it was still so white, that Hitomi couldn't help but open her mouth wide. The magic square is like a shadow of light in a dream. At this moment, the light greedily wrapped all the shadows in his small body, violently compressed, and collapsed into the depths of his heart.

"White!"

One word exit, thousands of miles of clouds open the sky, one black and one white, one dark and one bright, January, one sun!

"Night!"

One word exits, delicate techniques are all over his body, like a winding snake, but also like a rolling wave.

"Hurt!"

The last word, roaring out, the pile of books disintegrating, rolling into the surrounding space, it was dust flying in the air, a long-lost passerby in the church.

A huge church, boundless, with colorful glazed tiles on it and a steep rock wall carved with symbols. Numerous Doric columns are covered with elaborate reliefs, and the rococo style pervades the ceiling of the church, and the joy is gone, leaving only the creatures under the vault to flee alone. Twelve huge stone arch bridges are propped up around the cross, and the stone arches seem to call out the greatness and unreachability of the heavenly dome, stretching their bodies as high as they can, touching the slender road surface.

The crowd stands in the center of a small rectangle above the cross, and the beautiful golden section renders the melodious soul of the soul.

The cross is immeasurably high and unfathomably wide, with only visible lines flowing on the lacquer surface, concave and convex, and the silhouette bright and powerful, reaching up to the center of the clouds and descending to the other side of the line of sight.

Here, it's shockingly big, and it's terrifyingly small.

They were plankton that landed above the cross, and they didn't even have a chance to see it in its entirety.

The light of the sky enters the eyes of the glazed tiles, floating in the spirit, reflecting the oil paintings of the Middle Ages, one finger is connected, and the other finger is broken. The god dragged himself high into the air, leaving mortal arms stretched out, cold as frost.

"You're going to war here? Eve, have you forgotten that you belong to the White Tower, above the Holy Land, the King of Creation? ”

People have retreated, this is an instinct, there is no strong and weak, all the differences, only the conceptual division, there is no similarity in strength. They are not in the same [secondary], they cannot be estimated, they cannot be considered. And the instinct of life is to continue to experience this strong sense of non-existence, the crisis of insignificance, and the mental energy brought about by enormity.

It must be pure desire.

"It's not you, but I know what you want right now."

Black Cross left Lolita, who had hurriedly risen, and the bandage was given life, growing everywhere in Black Cross's body, wrapping around the beautiful appearance of this soul.

"Sounds good? Good! You really know how to take care of people when you hurt in the white night! Mengdian's wings were wide open, wrapped in a frenzied aura, and he couldn't wait to roll up everything around him and throw it aside. The last bit of reason, the last bit of sensibility, supported her muscles to prevent the scorching sword body she had just created from swinging too arrogantly. You must know that this kind of monster that has surpassed the [loop level] has been half out of control, also known as the "poetry horn of dreams".

"Ah, yes, what can you do if people want it!"

Poetry Horn Sword! No wonder that kind of situation would happen to the Temple of Truth, I never dreamed of it.

Bai Ye's injured legs felt a slight tremor and a slight shaking of her body, and fear flooded through her heart much faster than she could have imagined.

This breath made Qiange's whole person cold, and the shrinking pupils pulled Lu'er, and the quantum force field was covered layer by layer, like a dense bird's nest, and the delicate silk cocoon was entwined upward, protecting his heart impenetrably. Lolita stumbled behind the pair force field, the cold touch of the Black Cross's injury still lingering in her consciousness. One eye loses vision, can only see blurry light and shadow, there is no way to focus, there is no way to hide. The flow lamp finally grabbed her who had been running forward, but she didn't expect the owner of her arm to fall all of a sudden.

"I, I can't."

The lantern got up to pull it, but he heard the sound of the wind rushing madly past his ears, mixed with a terrible scream.

"Don't run yet!"

How could she think that, did she think she could stop them?

Although I told myself that I would not give in to anything in my dreams, this is not our usual dream anymore!

After the pair's force field expanded to a radius of ten meters, it contracted violently, curling up beside Lu'er, warm and serene.

"Hitomi Shrink, don't be too nervous."

The words in my mouth don't match the current situation at all, dare to love me at my age and still listen to the innocent words of a little girl like you. I think I was still naïve like a doll in your place of light.

The ground seemed to be wriggling, and Hitomi turned her head to see a large black strip standing above the dream, and the sky light reflected a huge shadow through the stained glass.

At this time, she is the size of a normal girl, not a small person on her shoulders!

As in the Temple of Truth, it is difficult to distinguish between what is true and what is false. Such a dream is too crazy.

Eve, the King of the Three Laws, the King of Creation, all of these titles point to the same concept.

Creator. 【God】

The slender crown on the back of the Black Cross's head converged into the skylight, and the space was dragged into the darkness by her, and even the time around her was slowing down, contemplating. A small face was suspended in the center of the horns of the crown, as if it had just woken up, and countless wriggling [circuits] pierced into the brainstem of the black cross after thinning the skin. The bandage became unusually wide at the ends, dragging its head on the ground, as if in prayer as the oncoming wind struck every speck of dust.

Sincere faith, Adam, the wound of the three laws, the emperor of creation, all titles are also pointing to the same concept.

Dark Pope. 【Faith】

【Poetry Corner】

Loop-level creations, above magical-level creations, ruthlessly trampling on the sum of all the dignity of the creators, just like the result of Euler's formula, make people feel deeply hopeless.

[Hidden Poetry Brain.] 】

The existence of a secondary loop-level creation between a technique-level creation and a circuit-level creation, challenging the authority and ability of the creator, is like the simplest mass-effect equation, giving people a kiss of hope.

The five of them panicked and came to the vicinity of the stone bridge. It's like escaping a big show.

The actors on the stage perform their duties, methodically planning the order of appearance for the next performance.

Lighting, music, and two directors.

Already.

Debut.