When Julius could see clearly, everything in front of him changed, and the change was so great that he stopped breathing in fright, and his heart twitched violently a few times, and then beat violently.

In front of him was no longer the dark hall with purple light, the ceiling was gone, the pillars were gone, the walls were gone, even most of the floor was gone, only the floor where he was standing now remained, otherwise he would have fallen into the void in front of him.

Around Julius, everything but the altar beside him was gone. There is only endless darkness around. The darkness with no end in sight and light is indeed frightening, but this is not what Julius fears and shocks the most.

In front of his eyes, there was a skeleton. This skeleton wouldn't be an adult if it looked like a woman. It had a chain hanging from its neck, suspended in the air, and its black eyes were staring at him all the time. If Julius was not mistaken, the location of this skeleton was the same place where the girl had just stood. Seeing a skeleton up close made Julius gasp. If this is the girl who was still talking to him cordially, then Julius was blind, or should I say, as Olga said, what Julius saw was not real.

The chain around the skeleton's neck came from above, and Julius looked up and saw something he had never seen before, not even in a dream.

It was a huge head with two horns, its skin melted into the darkness, its face was full of cracks, and in those dense cracks was not blood, but purple glowing liquid, and its eyes glowed purple, and its eyes were half the size of Julius, staring at him from top to bottom. Its head was huge enough, bigger than the point where Julius had not disappeared, and it looked like a boulder was about to fall down, but it didn't fall. Julius could only see its head and neck, and its neck was wrapped in chains that attached to the skeleton in front of Julius's eyes—it seemed that it had used bones as jewelry.

If Julius had only heard tales of demons or demons in the conversations of travelers and troubadours in the poems of bards—and most of those stories were not true—he could now proudly say to those men that he had really confronted these legendary creatures.

If it wasn't a demon in front of him, then it was a devil, and he really couldn't think of any other creature that could grow like this, and he couldn't think of any kind of friendly and kind existence that would grow like this. That's right, Julius absolutely didn't believe in such a huge existence in front of him, and there was such a thing as kindness to himself, until just now, he even let the skeleton around his neck imitate the posture of a girl to communicate with Julius, and tried his best to guide him to bring the magical headband.

For now, Julius does not believe that the existence in front of him can have such good intentions, and as for the so-called chosen hero, it seems that it is only a means of deception.

The head ring in Julius's hand is no longer the silver-white with mysterious beauty, its real appearance is a rusty iron head ring, and the outer ring of the ring is covered with dense iron thorns, and those iron thorns are in a circle, like an eyeless strange fish with a large mouth open for a blood plate. Julius felt that if he wore this thing on his head, he would probably have bitten off his skull.

The presence in front of him was too great and shook Julius's heart. He opened his mouth wide and looked down at the eyes from above, unable to say anything, even Olga's voice seemed to be far away, and the voice echoing in his head became smaller and smaller.

The demon lowered his head and stared at Julius, who was stiff there, "It's a shame that you should have put on that hero's crown and got the strength and glory you deserved." The demon's voice echoed in the endless darkness, not as loud as thunder, but not as small as a bird's cry. The voice, like Olga's, appeared in Julius's mind, echoing so loudly that it was distorted, making it impossible to hear whether it was the voice of a man or a woman, young and old—if the demon in front of him had such a thing as gender.

"If I wore this kind of thing, my head would be gone. Julius finally spoke, "And that doesn't make me a hero—I'm probably just going to be something that I'm going to be destroyed by heroes." ”

The demon let out a laugh that thumped Julius' heart. "Only the victor can become a hero, and if the so-called hero dies at your hands, then you are a hero. ”

"It's not like a hero I know. ”

The demon's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were looking at something interesting, at least Julius didn't think it was the way he looked at a person. "Your hero, the vendetta of others...... If you don't understand that, you're not even a clown—just a mediocre mortal. ”

Olga's voice sounded in Julius's head again: don't communicate with it, it's still trying to confuse you!

Hearing Olga's voice, Julius unconsciously cried out, "But I can't do anything but communicate with it!

The demon's head moved slightly closer, which made Julius feel even more stressed. It looked at Julius with interest, "I see it...... An old soul, with the power of crystals, wants to protect you. Unfortunately, the nascent crystal was too weak. Your protector can't stop me. ”

Julius took a few steps back and leaned against the altar, reaching to the side to pick up his crosssword, but it was gone. The dagger on the altar was nowhere to be seen, as if it had never existed. All he had now was the terrifying headband he was holding, but it was clearly not a weapon. Julius simply tossed the thing in the way aside. The headband fell into the darkness, falling downwards and quickly vanishing. The demon watched all of this, and didn't seem to mind Julius doing it.

"You threw away a good thing. "That's not a problem, I have an endless amount of treasures here, and as long as you want power, everything can be yours." ”

"Is it better than the headband that looks like it can bite off my skull?" said Julius.

Olga's voice continued to echo in Julius's head. Boy, it's all an illusion, and everything in front of you is still false, if you don't wake up again......

"Enough, this conversation doesn't need a third person. Olga's words were interrupted by the demon's voice, and Julius did not hear Olga's words. "It's his dream, not yours, old man. ”

The demon stared directly into Julius' eyes and burst into a dazzling purple light, enveloping Julius. Julius felt a strong pressure that kept him unable to move.

Julius's pupils were colored purple again, but this time, Julius didn't passively accept it. He was struggling, his eyelids throbbing violently, but it didn't seem to work at all. The demon seems to have lost his patience.

Olga's voice exploded like thunder in Julius's mind - you are just an illusion, and I will not let you succeed.

Julius's eyes burst out with white light again, and the white light formed a beam of light that shone on the demon's face. The light burned across the demon's cracked face, causing the demon to roar in pain. It closed its eyes and raised its head, avoiding the painful light. This also allows Julius to see its upper self. Its head was huge enough that Julius almost stopped breathing when he saw half of it. The pitch-black and strong body was covered with purple lines and cracks, and it was terrifyingly dense.

The demon tore off the skeleton that hung around his neck as an ornament and tossed it aside, "This is a trial for him alone, you have broken the rules, old man! You can overcome your own nightmares, but you can't overcome their own nightmares for others—you, too arrogant." It opened its mouth, revealing a mouth full of fangs. Deep in the mouth, purple light gathered, forming a bright purple ball of light, which looked unstable, and the light was constantly spilling out, leaking out of its mouth, making it look like it was spitting out purple gas.

Even if Julius didn't know what was going on, he knew it wasn't a good thing. The purple light from the demon's mouth seemed to be able to spit out, and it was definitely not harmless.

A crystal crystal appeared before Julius's eyes. The crystal floated in the air, just as Julius had seen the ring for the first time. And the crystal had a shape that Julius was very familiar with, it looked like a sword, a cross-sword—the weapon that Julius had always regarded as a treasure.

Olga's voice continued to ring in Julius's ears, and it sounded rather anxious. Use it, Julius, protect yourself with it.

"Will this protect me?" said Julius, but it was better to hold the crystal crosssword in his hand than to sit empty-handed.

Believe me.

Olga's answer was brief, but Julius felt reassured.