Chapter 1518: Awakening in the Nightmare (12)

Bediville had an idea, and it dawned on him that he finally understood the ins and outs of the matter.

That's right, Bediwell was not dead, and it is even more unlikely that he was killed in his sleep with some kind of demon knife.

In fact, Bedwell's current sleep was actually lying in his hotel room, and he was very safe.

The reason why he appears in this wonderful [world in the picture] is because of the golden headband he wears before he goes to bed.

At first, Bediwell thought that the effect of the headband was only to help people fall asleep more easily and to enhance the effect of resting during sleep. But in fact, the headband is used to remotely control an artificial Holy Spirit, and use the Holy Spirit to conduct long-distance reconnaissance.

The artificial spirit that was originally released from this headband was hanging out in Attenburg, the base of the Western Knights, caused quite a commotion last night. And it was Bediville who was manipulating the Holy Spirit to wander around. The artificial spirit did not return to the headband, but was "slashed" by the Srath with some strange weapon.

That's right, the artificial spirit was sucked away by the weapon in the Spoard's hand and sealed inside the weapon.

And the weapon in the hand of the evil star is what the swordsmith Muramasa said, the crimson demon knife Muramasa.

After a full day, the "slain" artificial Holy Spirit seemed to regain its ability to investigate. Bediwell happened to put the headband on again when he went to sleep, thinking that it would help him sleep.

As a result, the consciousness of the werewolf youth was sent by the ghost to this kind of place—this [world in the picture] in the demon sword.

Bedwell is now remotely controlling the artificial spirit of the Holy Spirit, operating in this painted world.

"Oh-" After figuring out what was going on, Beddivi was finally less flustered. He knew that he wasn't actually dead, and that all he saw now was an image of the Holy Spirit trapped in the demon knife teleported through a spiritual connection.

Still, the sight before Bediwell's eyes was striking. It's a journey that is even more surreal than a dream.

"So—" Bediwell looked at Muramasa and asked, "Is there really no way to get out of this place?" I can stay out of it, but the spirit I am currently controlling is one of the state-owned properties of Great Britain, and it doesn't seem good not to get it out of this painted world-"

"I don't know what you're talking nonsense," the swordsmith shrugged at the werewolf youth, "but, once you enter this painted world, you will never leave alive." Not to mention that you don't have any flesh to go back to lodging, and even if you did, it would be absolutely impossible to go down from [Crimson's] eyes to the edge of the world in the painting. ＂

"[Crimson]?"

"It's the most terrifying and powerful monster I've ever created, the karma I've forged with all my life. It's like its stomach, and once the souls of you innocents are devoured by [Crimson], they will slowly be digested in this painted world and become the nourishment of [Crimson]. ＂

Roar, ah-

In the distant sky, there seemed to be some kind of giant beast roaring, but it sounded like an amazing blizzard.

"Look, [Crimson] is roaring. It may be hungry, but it will soon follow the taste of your soul and eat it away. ＂

Bediwell wondered. Whether there is a soul in this world, he does not know. But it all sounded like the crimson monster was trying to devour all the Holy Spirit's photons.

Therefore, the demon knife in the hand of the evil star can not only suck the photons from the target of the slash, but also transform the photons absorbed into the demon knife into the demon knife itself. The power of this demon knife is really creepy.

While Bediwell was in a daze, something had emerged from the "sea of clouds" made up of thick lines.

The whole body is as long as a poisonous snake, but the size is terrifyingly large. The thing swirled through the clouds of the sky, its scales glowing an ominous crimson glow. The monster's head looked a bit like a lizard, but it was covered with beard and hair, and it had a solemn and angry face. And this "flying snake" also has limbs, and the small funny limbs are attached to its long snake body, swaying and waving as this strange creature swims among the clouds, which is particularly grotesque.

"What the hell is that?!" Bediwell spoiled.

"Dragon. Muramasa replied, "Or maybe something, something that resembles a dragon?"

"I've seen dragons!" said Bedwell, angrily, "and I've seen many!

"Oh, that's because you haven't been to Penglai in the East, you haven't seen the dragons of the East, stupid Europeans. ＂

"What did you just say?" Bediwell found that he seemed to have missed a very important detail, and hurriedly asked: "East, you mean, Asia, the East Dark Continent, the other side of the world wall?!"

"Oh, about that—" Muramasa took a step back and made a thoughtful expression, "yes, maybe it's been a long time since the outside world." How many years has it been now?"

"A.D. 526. Bediwell replied.

"Is the Great War between East and West over? What is the Wall of the World?"

He didn't even know anything.

"Have you been locked up in this world of paintings until the end of the war?" Bediwell asked, "hiding in this place for thousands of years?!"

"Well, I said it. Muramasa replied calmly: "This crimson Muramasa is the highest masterpiece of my life, and it is the karma of karma." The Heavenly King of Penglai had already planned to kill me when he ordered me to forge this sword, and I knew that once this knife was cast, I would definitely die. So I killed myself in crimson first, so that my soul could remain in the world of the painting. ＂

"Unbelievable-" There was so much information that Beddiver couldn't keep up with the other party's pace.

"By the way, I forgot to say. The swordsmith added, "Crimson needs my help to shape the remnants of the soul, so it keeps me alive." But you may not be so lucky. Run, if you think you can escape. Good luck. ＂

"What?!"

Roar, Bubble Blah, Blah, Blah, Ah

It was so large that it could swallow and chew Bedeville (the manipulated Holy Spirit) in a single bite. But it didn't take the initiative to attack, which is also strange!

Bediwell wanted to know that the spirit body he was now controlling was actually a type of the eternal Holy Spirit, and the Holy Spirit was actually immortal. Even if it is torn apart by the other party, I am afraid that the Holy Spirit will be reunited and resurrected, right?

So...... Why run away?

However, the Eastern Demon Dragon bit up unprepared, and Bediwell hurriedly dodged, but one of his arms was still bitten away by the monster!

"Ahh That's right, Bediwell's body is not life-threatening, and he is now just remotely controlling a Holy Spirit. But the wounds of the Holy Spirit will be transformed into severe pain that will be transmitted to Bedeville as it is!

Bediwell began to run away, at least not to stand still as a live target. As he ran, he saw that the spirit's bitten arm was recovering. It is true that the Holy Spirit cannot be killed, but if this Holy Spirit is torn apart and restored by the Oriental Crimson Demon Dragon here, and then continues to be torn apart, and then restored?

At least until Bedeville wakes up from his dream and severes the spiritual connection between the headband and the Holy Spirit, he shouldn't be attacked—if he doesn't want to suffer flesh and skin!

By the way, in that case, try to escape from this world in the painting!

But the monster behind Bediwell was still chasing after him, and it was so fast that it could easily catch up with Bediwell! It aimed at Bediwell's back and bit down again!

Bedeville squatted as he ran, dodging the fatal blow!

"Don't underestimate people!!" he continued to glide forward, turning into a giant wolf as he ran, running on all fours!

The spirit he controlled seemed to have no definite form in the first place, and was completely transformed by Bedeville's thoughts! In this way, Bedeville could not only lower his center of gravity and run faster, but also had a much smaller cross-sectional area when he ran with his back to the enemy, and the chance of being attacked by the pursuers behind him was much smaller!

However, for the Crimson Oriental Demon Dragon, Bediwell is a delicious food that must not be missed!, so it also pursues it fiercely, vowing to break Bedivir (the spirit it controls) into pieces!

It rushed up and frantically tore and clawed, and swept with its tail, shaking the whole world of the picture with its thick lines! Bediwell had to run wildly and nimble to dodge these attacks, he was constantly hit by his opponents, but he was now in control of a spirit that would not die, so a small injury was really nothing! As long as he didn't get caught by the enemy, it would be fine!

"Unbelievable. The swordsmith watched the battle royale from afar: "There is still someone who has been able to escape from Crimson's pursuit for so long!"

However, Bediwell's escape also came to an end: twenty yards in front of the spirit wolf, there was a cliff, and at the bottom of this cliff was an abyss from which there would never be recovered, a place of fog and death outlined by thick black lines!

Roar, ahh

"Are you stupid?" the big wolf jumped off the cliff without even thinking about it.