Orianna walked in the dark, dressed in a white dress, as solemn and silent as a pious monk on pilgrimage.

Received the curse of "Gillian the Witch". A wasted man. Or rather. Rubbish. That's all.

She laughed inwardly, but her steps did not stop, and the end of her clothes brushed the ground and oozed a little blood red, and at that moment she moaned low as if a creature was hurting.

She finally paused.

Suddenly, the candles lit up, and the bright blood-colored candles were placed around her in a regular manner, in all directions. But there was no sound.

She turned her head slightly to look at the candle flames, the bright blood was so frank and uninhibited, and when the color filled the pupils, what was released was the most warm, bright, and cold beauty in the world.

The sound of the cogs stopped abruptly—it seemed that its existence was only for the arrival of this woman, and when the end had come, it was worthless.

Her expression showed a hint of sadness, a hint of sarcasm, a hint of self-deprecation.

Finally, everything was quiet again.

A man in a goose-yellow priest's robe appeared in vain. The golden hair hangs down like seaweed on the head, a bundle of golden yellow hangs weakly in front of the eyes, and the holy green eyes are crystal clear but bottomless, like a green vortex forcefully sucking people's souls, complex and solemn. The blonde hair seemed to be cruelly splitting the eyes. The tall, divine man appeared in front of Oriona out of thin air. Look at her with pity.

"Huh. Poor thing. Have pity on my weakness. Orianna sneered, unabashedly. Looked contemptuously at the person in front of him. It feels like a gentle Grim Reaper for her, making you die at his hands unconsciously and then smiling and thanking him for letting you get relief. Such people are the most terrifying.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that this man had a hideous face. But a hypocritical pastor.

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"Frost represents calmness"

"The Sleeping King, Awakened from the Snow-Covered Land"

"Flame, for Fury"

"The disaster of burning the sky will surely befall here again"

"Today, the supreme will of magic"

"Ice and Snow, Fire and Fire"

"Unite into one, summon the power that destroys the world and destroys the earth"

"The Contractor, Dilumudo."

The man held the quaint staff in his hand aloft. The staff was covered with dense and complex lines, like vines frantically entangled and delusional blooming into a flower, and those complex lines were shining. The blue representing the ice and snow and the red representing the fire are ambiguously lit alternately and then the two colors are fused little by little. There was a slight frenzy in his eyes. The fiery eyes no longer carried the previous pity, and seemed to have a lofty belief and awe for the spell. There was also a hint of coldness in those adoring eyes, a coldness for Oriana.

Even a priest is not sluggish when it comes to killing.

As the chanting became louder and higher, the last sentence was almost drunk, a little frost condensed in the sky, the earth began to crack, tongues of fire poked out of it, Ling Luo's hand holding the staff, pointed forward, a faint invisible light pointed at Orianna, and in an instant, the frost and the flames fused, bursting out with great power, and rushed towards Oriana together.

Not brutal. Mild. Orianna lost consciousness.

"Oriana. Today, in the name of the goddess of the dark moon, I curse and die after a year, and I will never return. ”

Before she lost consciousness, the words rang in her head, her eyes unconsciously dilated in shock, and one terrible memory after another wandered in her mind and disturbed what little consciousness she had left. That's her fantasy. Illusions about death. How to die fantasies.

That voice was the witch Gillian.

The horrors just now came out because she cast a curse.

She seemed to be able to imagine how tragic it must have been when she died.

And now. Dilumudo's terrifying spells made her easily smell death.

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"I'm sorry. Hurt you. But I'm even more wrong about how important I am to you. The Count died. Then it's my turn, right?"

"I'm in love with the Count. But he loves you dearly. I'm looking at you. Speechless. Swallow all the grievances and jealousies in your heart and chew them yourself."

"Finally, once the Count was wounded. You're not there. I helped him take off his clothes and apply his medicine. Only then did I know that he had been drugged. I will not refuse. Or rather, I don't know how to refuse. He calls your name and ** my body. I was stunned. The tears that were left behind tasted bitter. Just as I was about to push him away, you came. The curse is coming. Death is coming. Finished. It's all over."

"I can't hide it anymore, I don't even have the opportunity to love humbly."

These words, held in my heart, can only be thought. Mei doesn't know. Others don't know. Only you know.

After all, there is no opportunity for explanation, and there is no reason to be trusted.

Laughing. There was only a trace of hatred in his dark eyes.

"A ruthless and unrighteous person like you deserves to die the most. Unfortunately, I am not as strong as you, or even as good as you. The only thing that can make me proud is that my heart is cleaner than yours. It's not as filthy and smudged as you."

"I'm sorry for you, but I thought we were best friends, so it wasn't my self-righteousness."

"It turned out that everything was just an illusion destined to shatter. Only death can fight the illusion."

A little more of this hatred turns into fear, and a little less of it loses its secret.

A short moment, a long eternity.

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Unconscious.

Piercing pain.

It was as if a big hand was tightly gripping the beating heart, cruelly stopping all life activities, and it was suffocating. The other hand was holding a sharp dagger, and without hesitation, it stabbed at the bright red heart. Twisted, stabbed, hooked, picked. Until brittle, until minced. Nauseating. The pain is so real.

Dark.

There is only darkness.

Endless darkness.

The white hair hovered like a poisonous snake on the same black ground, so soft that it was not threatening at all, and it expanded wantonly to occupy the entire space. It was so twisted in front of him, and the black struck the stinging heart one by one. Wrinkled skin is shivering. Blood meandered down from the corners of his mouth like a path. The inky eyes were even darker than the black, and they seemed to have no life and no soul. It's just an empty shell, struggling to get a chance to live. But I forgot that she was so weak that she didn't have the ability to resist at all. It can only be slaughtered.

There was a deathly silence in the dull pupils. It's still that mild. There is no quarrel with the world. The clouds are light and the wind is light. It's just so deep that when you look at it, it's like you're in a bottomless abyss with no hope.

Empty.

Despair.

"I'm not... Are you dead?"