When the sun shining in the sky seems to appear on the ground, all the sunlight radiates from the confession for only a moment, and the sun that has lost its sunlight disappears from the sky for a moment.

"Huh?" Xiao Bai (Soul) turned his head sharply from the top of the building to look in the direction of the Tower of Babel.

"What's wrong?" Monroe (soul) asked.

"Did the sun just disappear?" Kurumi looked up and seemed to feel something, an indescribable feeling.

"Isn't the sun there?" Luo Li pointed to the sun hanging in the sky.

"Maybe it's our delusion." Little White Road.

in the game space.

There is no outside situation here, Lin Xiaoshi is facing the direction of the sea, looking into the distance, and he has a feeling that he doesn't know how to express it.

"What's wrong, brother?" Lin Xiaomin asked.

Xiao Hei walked up to him and didn't ask, he also looked into the distance and said, "The sea is so beautiful, I really want others to see it." ”

"Others?" Xiao Shi asked.

"Captain, Sister Luo Li, Sister Mad Three, Brother Confession and Brother Hanxing." Little underworld.

Xiao Shi nodded, "That's right." ”

"Maybe it's my delusion."

Fifth Zone, Dark Moriburg.

The confession illuminates the entire area, purifying everything outside of himself, in this area, literally, purifying and returning to nothingness, all gone, and the district lord Ozart, along with the spear that pierced his abdomen, purified and disappeared.

The fifth area vanishes, becoming part of the Endless Grey Desert, with no confession exhausted and not a single drop stored in the body.

"Finally... You can take a break...... Rest... Is it?"

He closed his eyes, no longer able to maintain his physical activity.

Boom...

Leaning forward and falling to the floor, the last breath of the confession was not broken.

"Floor?" His eyes opened slightly, and he saw a clean, shiny floor, and he was unconscious, and he couldn't feel the pain he had tasted from falling.

A figure was walking towards him, his eyes could not be opened, and he could only see a pair of legs vaguely when he turned his eyes.

"Sexy... Black Silk... Beautiful legs... I really want to touch it."

The blurry picture can't resist his brain supplement, and his desire drives him to want to look up, but unfortunately the reality is too cruel and his body can't move.

"It's really hopeless, I'm dying and still thinking about that kind of thing."

"It's familiar... Is it Mira-sama?"

"Who else but me can pull you back?" Mira, an otherworldly god, makes a consciousness call with him.

"I'm dying, beg Mira-sama to give me a touch of those precious legs."

Confession fell to the ground motionless, his breath was weak, he looked like a dead man, and his heart was surging.

"Pervert die! I won't give you a single one." Mira's tone was as arrogant as ever.

was rejected, the confession was not only not sad, but also felt very relieved, the breath was about to dissipate, and the consciousness was about to disappear after a while.

"Good work." Mira's expression became gentle, and she actually reached out to tease her confessional hair, and with a gentle blow, his forehead became very clean.

Mira leaned over and kissed Confession's forehead, he was unconscious and didn't feel the sensation he had ever dreamed of.

Confession's body floated softly, floating in Mira's bedroom in the temple, she sat back on the bed, slowly waving her fingers, the wounds of his body were healing, the severed, destroyed parts, organs were being reborn.

"Offended this god many times and wanted to die? Don't even dream about it. ”

Confession is scattered in the gathering of consciousness, recovered, has not yet woken up, and the consciousness is active. "It's so comfortable, it's like it's lying on top of something soft, well... Squishy what? Mira-sama's soft ......"

The daydream was interrupted miserably, and Mira snapped her fingers, "Falling, the pain is doubled." ”

Boom...

The pain was amplified by the sound of her body slamming against the ground, and Mira looked down at him with disdain.

"It hurts... Dead ......"

Confession because he couldn't bear the severe pain, he was woken up in a dream by living pain, and woke up to look up at Mila sitting on the bed, black silk, miniskirt, off-the-shoulder short sleeves, "Long live Mira-sama." ”

He was in so much pain that he burst into tears, he hadn't seen Mira for a few days, he had accumulated a lot, and he couldn't help but pounce, this kind of behavior was not strange to Mira, and he slapped him and stuck to the wall.

"Mira... My lord. ”

"After the work is done, how did you get it?" Mira sat cross-legged with her hands folded over her chest.

Confession falls down the wall, "I'm going to die, it hurts......"

Mira looked at him impatiently, "Lift." ”

The doubling effect of the pain applied to him was lifted, and then he got up and spoke well, his mouth screamed in pain, his expression was quite ecstatic, his face was slightly red, and his breathing was a little rapid.

"Back... Return... Back to Mira-sama. ”

"I'll kill you if I go back again." Mira clenched her fists and said.

"Whew... Phew..."Confession adjusted the rhythm of his breathing, and couldn't help but laugh evilly, "It's my honor to die at the hands of Mira-sama. ”

Mira shook her head with an expression that she really didn't know what to do with him, thought for a while, and said, "Recently, I found a few male gorillas in estrus who couldn't find a partner, I advise you to be honest." ”

“……！” Confessing and turning his face faster than turning a book, he turned out an obedient face and said, "There is a harvest." ”

"Say."

The desire to survive led him to find himself, and he reported seriously, "This is the conclusion that was reached after the fight with Ozart, no, it is speculation, it is credible, it is like this......"

The birthplace of the dark ghost is on the path of spiritual transformation, before it reaches the human world, wandering in the spiritual transformation, because it is not the chosen person of God (the chosen person is also called the experimental spirit or spiritual transformation soul), there is no need to transform, it will only attack the human beings who have people on the body at first, and the spiritual transformation has no humans, so it will not attack any existence that does not offend it.

As the saying goes, "If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone." ”

It's not a big deal, whether it's a guardian, a regional master, or other beings with their own jurisdictions, most of them won't pay attention to it, but there are a small number of people who don't think so, such as Ozart, the previous Ozart had a very low combat power, and it belonged to the research type of regional master.

I saw the dark ghost once and became interested in it, and when I went to ask, I was attacked by the dark ghost, the original dark ghost was like a baby, aggressive, no attack power, and Ozart's shadow shuttle ability was used to capture the dark ghost, and it actually copied the shadow shuttle ability and turned it into its own ability to deal with Ozart.

In the end, the level of the dark ghost was raised to the same level as that of Ozart, and the dark ghost with too murderous aura, Ozart, who had a research mentality, couldn't beat it anymore, and couldn't catch it, so he had to find a way to take down its spirit tissue, similar to something containing genes.

After succeeding, Ozarte fled, and the dark spirits could not find him, so they gave up the search and continued to wander aimlessly.

Ozart's daily and nightly research of the spirit organization, it only took less than half a month to succeed, caught a few people who passed by the fifth region of the chosen people for experiments, the more resurrections remained, the higher the level of becoming a dark spirit after killing, and the less resurrected the number of deaths, the lower the level of becoming a dark spirit.

Ozart's own psychic tissues were implanted into the dark ghosts, and those used by the chosen ones were cloned and deteriorated.

"That's why his rank is surprisingly high, these are the results of my speculation, and they are also the harvest of the work." Confession.

When he was a docent, he watched every move of the chosen person and the spiritless body on the screen all day long, and although he couldn't understand everything, he would write it down if he felt important or interesting.

(End of chapter)