The trickle of blood from the wound in the throat and the choking of the air from the cut throat were so faint that they sounded faint even in the silence of the church hall at midnight.

But as the number of sources of this flow increases, the overlapping sounds become more and more pronounced.

At the same time, along with these seeping sounds, there were dull tears as sharp metal slitted throats, the slump of bodies slumping to the ground, and the intermittent sound of footsteps.

At night, the church is dimly lit, except for the deepest shrine, where there are rows of white ash that emit a neat and swaying light.

The light wasn't very bright, but it was enough for Bernie to see what was happening at the source of the sound—

In the dim light, a stocky monk in a woollen robe with wide sleeves is now wielding a dagger in his hand, slitting the throats of one monk after another sitting on a church bench!

Bleeding, wheezing, collapsing, ...... footsteps All kinds of chaotic sounds resounded in the silent church, and there was a faint echo.

Combined with the murderer's distorted and huge shadow swaying on the surface under the light of the church candles, it looked extremely terrifying.

What's even more terrifying is that Bernie is sitting among the monks at the moment, completely unable to move his body, only his eyes can move slightly.

And as time passed, the murderer was getting closer and closer to the area where he was......

It all seemed so familiar, and even the same thing he had seen with his own eyes when he had gone to the monastery with the investigation team a few days earlier.

The short and fat figure not far away was obviously the murderer of the monastery, and this place, of course, was the monastery that was slaughtered, or rather, this place belonged to the scene of the massacre!

It's weird.

It's all the more wonderful when you consider that not long ago he had walked down the dark passage with Tracy and Elinor to the depths of the cellar—

One moment they were descending the dark cellar tunnel steps, debating whether there would be any treasure left inside, and the next moment they appeared in this place and became one of the lambs to the slaughter.

Bernie must have been in the same crowd as the two men he was travelling with, and might have even been slaughtered.

But he wasn't saddened by it.

It's just that this place is not real.

Although his body couldn't move, the "system" attached to his soul body was still running, so when he looked around, a stream of information quietly appeared-

[This is a dream world that has been distorted and shaped by the power of the Demon King, and in this dream realm, all those who are below the personality of the Demon King need to abide by the rules of this dream realm]

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"Demon King, ......"

Silently muttering this title, Bernie was a little nostalgic, and then his eyes rolled slightly, and his gaze focused on the only short and fat murderer who could move not far away-

[This is a male human polluted by the power of the Demon King, he is the master of the dream world]

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It's the master, but the other person's body is not real at the moment.

Bernie's current existence is also unreal, as his current body is a thin male in monk's robes, not his original body.

Obviously, when he entered that cellar in reality, his mind had been quietly dragged into this dream.

But Bernie wasn't afraid of it, or rather, he knew what was in the cellar for a long time, and he had been looking forward to it for a long time......

Time passes slowly, and the peculiar state of being in someone else's dream makes it impossible for Bernie to do anything to resist.

So when the killer appeared in front of him, he could only watch as the other man raised the blood-stained dagger in his hand, muttering some repetitive words in his mouth.

It's very close, and everything that is revealed in this dream is very real.

Bernie could clearly see the numb expression on the other person's face, the freckled tip of his nose, the mouth with a missing front tooth, and even the foul smell of the other person's body that could not be concealed by the smell of blood.

It is a special smell formed by the pigherd raising pigs all year round.

It's just that the identity of the swineherd does not prevent the other party from carrying out non-stop slaughter, just like a butcher facing a stupid donkey that has been knocked unconscious.

The imminent death threat is so realistic that even if you know it's fake, it's enough to cause normal people to instinctively shudder.

But as a former devil, this feeling is a small amount to Bernie.

And it's not like he didn't do nothing.

In other words, Bernie, who has arrived here, needs to solve the constraints of the person in front of him as quickly as possible, and then do what he really wants to do.

This wasn't too difficult for Bernie, as he knew exactly how the dream world worked.

Therefore, when the opponent's weapon was about to touch his neck, Bernie's eyes moved slightly as he looked at the murderer, and quietly met the cloudy brown eyes on the opponent's face.

As if full of pity.

This was clearly the opposite of the fear that the killer had hoped for, so much so that the dagger did not cut directly through the skin of Bernie's neck when it pressed against it, but stiffened there.

"I remember you, Julian, I remember you."

The murderer slowly said the name of Bernie's current identity, and his round face looked at Bernie's eyes closely, and let out a puzzled sound,

"But you've never looked at me before, yes, never, why?"

Bernie was obviously unable to answer the other due to the rules of dreams, but his eyes flickered slightly.

As a result, the murderer let out a grunt sound of unknown meaning, and then the weapon that was close to Bernie's neck was instantly forced!

The pain was as severe as a real sensation, and Bernie could even feel the warmth of blood running down the torn epidermis of his body.

If all this were a normal person, I am afraid that I would have been scared to the core.

But Bernie was already familiar with pain and death, so his mood did not fluctuate.

He even rolled his eyes one last time as his eyes darkened, as if death could not make him change his mind about the murderer.

He didn't know how the other would react, but when the darkness of death faded and vision returned, Bernie found that his fingers were moving.

Obviously, the performance was completely different from the memory, and the other party's dream was slightly confused, which also made the power that imprisoned Bernie quietly loosened.

Things aren't much better, though.

He was still in the silent church shrouded in darkness, surrounded by zombie-like monks.

The stocky murderer carries out a second massacre from beginning to end, and the sound of footsteps mixed with some chaotic sounds forms a symphony that resounds in this place.

Dreams are following the memories of the person in question, but there are already variables.

This time, when it was Bernie's turn, not only did his eyes change, but his fingers that could move also drew a circle shape under the other party's confused eyes.

The circle represents the light of wisdom above the head of the angels, who are divine beings living in the kingdom of heaven.

So the monks who pursued a religious life imitated angels in many places, including their wing-like long, wide-sleeved robes, including their Mediterranean hairstyles that formed a circle around their heads.

Thus the circle also has a meaning of blessing, praise, or prayer for the other person in the Covenant Church.

The killer pursed his lips and stared at Bernie's finger for a moment, then muttered some muttered muttered words again, and then slit Bernie's neck without much hesitation.

But when Bernie woke up for the third time, he was able to speak.

So when the murderer reappeared in front of Bernie, Bernie asked as if confused.

"Why?"

A burst of obvious words suddenly sounded in the dim and silent church, and even the echo caused by it was quite loud, which also made the murderer with a numb expression unconsciously a little dazed.

But this question is actually very appropriate, and at the same time, despite the special state, the newly awakened supernatural ability is still faintly effective with Bernie's inquiry.

So after a few seconds of froze, the stocky swineherd muttered, "You know why, you all know it." ”

"Do you really think everybody knows?"

Bernie used the other's words to rhetorically ask the other, adding to the tone of the word everyone.

So although there was no inside story involved, the other party's body trembled because of this, and he couldn't help but show a touch of shame on his face.

And then, because the other party's body was covered with a dark aura, this shame quietly turned into an emotional impact that was enough to affect the other party's body under the effect of extraordinary power!

This emotional impact did not affect the dream world here, but quietly flowed into the body of the "dreamer" along the dream!

The short and fat figure in front of him couldn't help but cover his sullen heart, and said with a painful face: "Mondstadt doesn't know which of you knows, so Mondstadt will assume that you all know." That's right, you're not good people anyway, and Mondstadt thinks you all know—"

He eventually chose to slit Bernie's throat anyway.

However, when Bernie woke up for the fourth time, things were a little different.

"You damn swineherd, get your dirty hands off my neck!"

Before it was Bernie's turn, a roar of anger and hidden fear suddenly rang out in the silent church.

The voice sounded unfamiliar, but if you could tell from the tone, you could tell that it was Eleanor, a blonde boy.

However, his aristocratic threat did not make the murderer hesitate in the slightest, so the angry shouts immediately turned into a scream like killing pigs.

Soon after, another voice sounded not far from Bernie—

"What are you going to do with the devil you summoned?"

It was the voice of the young deacon Tracy, trembling faintly, as if frightened enough by the sudden encounter, and the painful torment of the previous deaths.

However, in this case, he has not forgotten to ask such a key question, which can be called dedicated.

Unfortunately, Tracy, who was accustomed to judging prisoners, spoke in a rather cold and hard tone, which did not provoke any emotional reaction from the murderer, let alone give him the opportunity to launch an interrogation to identify lies.

Therefore, he died more simply than Elinor.

It didn't take long for the killer to come back to Bernie.

This time, instead of choosing the kind of question he asked last time, Bernie asked another thing that was closely related to the murderer.

"Your parents are dead?"

The wonderful supernatural power made the murderer more able to listen to Bernie's words, so a trace of sadness flashed on his face after hearing this,

"They died, they were killed by you, Mondstadt has no parents......"

"I guess they must have died terribly."

These words made the grief on the other party's face instantly turn into anger, staring at Bernie with wide eyes, the blood in the murderer's body seemed to be surging, and his face became more and more red!

"I'm going to, I'm going to kill you!"

The slightly stupid swineherd angrily declared, and then punched Bernie in the head!

Derived from the perception of his own power in the dream world, his strength was very strong at this time, and he even hit Bernie's head with a single punch, like a rotten watermelon that had been crushed!

It's just that all this didn't affect Bernie's thinking and emotions, and after starting over, he still calmly stirred up the murderer's emotions step by step.

Fifth, Sixth, Seventh......

With the emotional blows again and again, the murderer went from being angry, to being like colic, to urging the liver and gall, and then to grief and indignation......

The emotional impact continues to destroy the other person's body in reality along the connection between the dream and its owner.

The surrounding frozen dream world also became more and more unstable as the mood swings of the person concerned.

As a result, not only were the restrictions on the movement of the three Bernies gradually reduced, but even the monks around them, who originally belonged to a trace in each other's memory, gradually appeared a little commotion.

It seems that this dream, which was supposed to follow the memories of the past, has gradually distorted and collapsed.

Eventually, when Bernie was once again killed by the murderer, a roar burst out of the silent church—

"Bitch bitch, you've killed me so many times, now it's my turn!"

Accompanied by this roar, a balding middle-aged monk suddenly stood up from his chair, and then saw him rush towards the murderer without hesitation, and the whole person looked menacing.

"Don't be impulsive Eleanor! We should find Bernie first and find a way out of here! ”

An old voice came from not far away, and although there was some anger in the voice, there was no lack of calmness, it was obviously Tracy.

It's a pity that Eleanor seems to be dead-eyed at this moment, and he didn't even listen to half a word of the other party's words.

So immediately after, when he rushed to the murderer, he was kicked by the other party and turned his face full of pig liver, his body was languishing and lying on the ground, and he coughed up blood and died in a few seconds.

Then, when Tracy, who turned around and fled not far away, was intercepted by the murderer as if teleporting and stabbed to death, the dream world here began to follow the memory again, and everything started from scratch again.

But the two who had regained their mobility had already had the opportunity to start resisting, fleeing, confronting the enemy, dodging, and shouting......

As they were killed again and again, the already turbulent dream world became more and more chaotic.

Not only did the monks who were originally like lambs waiting to be slaughtered "come to life", but even the surrounding lifelike chair buildings began to distort, and even revitalized into various shapes and ran around!

It was all a mess, but Bernie didn't witness it.

It's just that after constantly attacking the murderer emotionally, he quietly touched the operating mechanism of this dream world, achieved his goal, and appeared in another layer of the murderer's memory.

At the same time, a stream of information about transcendent skills faintly flashed in Bernie's mind—

[Through hard practice, your skill, unnamed, has been upgraded and the effect of your skill has been enhanced]

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[Current Level: Proficient (1/100)]

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