"It's still going to take a lot of time."

Qiao Xiu sat in front of a magnificent city gate, looking at the giant statues on both sides of the gate and the soldiers patrolling back and forth around the gate.

"If the Holy Spirit is a battlefield, you are now trying to create a world."

Shiratori stood on Qiao Xiu's shoulder, staring at the human soldiers in the distance.

"MMO is also a virtual world, but even with your help, you still need a lot of worlds to complete it alone, especially in terms of maps."

Qiao Xiu glanced at the lion crest on the shields of those soldiers, his arm shook in midair, and the city wall in front of Qiao Xiu fell apart and turned into fragments, searched, turned into a small round ball and fell into Qiao Xiu's hands.

"Save it up and I'll have time to continue later."

The ball in Qiao Xiu's hand became the size of his index finger and was directly swallowed by the white bird.

"Is it almost time to wake up?" Qiao Xiu patted the dust that didn't exist behind him and stood up from the ground.

Before leaving, Qiao Xiu let the white bird standing on his shoulder jump on his arm.

"Is it possible for the World Tree, a product of the space of consciousness, to interfere with reality?" Qiao Xiu asked suddenly.

"Possibly, don't underestimate the power of the faith of all living beings."

The white cat that had been sitting on Qiao Xiu's head jumped directly onto Qiao Xiu's shoulder, and the moment it fell, the environment around Qiao Xiu once again became a battlefield of the Holy Spirit.

"In our memories, there have been cases in the past where phantoms of the space of consciousness have appeared in the real world." Shiratori said.

"Sounds weird... But if this happens, please let me know as soon as possible. ”

Qiao Xiu glanced at his hands that were gradually becoming translucent, indicating that he was gradually waking up in the real world.

When Qiao Xiu opened his eyes again, it was dark in front of him, but a good fragrance kept swirling in Qiao Xiu's sense of smell.

This is Ciri's body fragrance, Qiao Xiu recognized it at the first time, Qiao Xiu took a step back slightly, and found that he didn't know when he buried his head in Ciri's chest and fell asleep.

No wonder my nose hurts......

"Do you need that?"

Ciri's silver-gray pupils were staring at Qiao Xiu, and Qiao Xiu, who had just woken up, kept rubbing his nose.

"My chest isn't a whetstone, or... It's still a little soft. ”

Ciri's face turned red when she said this, at first Qiao Xiu fell asleep directly on the bed, and Qiao Xiu subconsciously hugged her in her sleep.

Maybe when Qiao Xiu was sleeping with Ciri, Ciri tried to use various wrestling neck strangulation techniques to make Qiao Xiu a mortal enemy, and Qiao Xiu took the initiative to hug Ciri's waist this time.

This made Ciri a little confused at first, and then gradually got used to it.

"Hmm... The equivalent of a mud wall mixed with grit? But I kind of like it. ”

At this moment, Qiao Xiu once again showed his poor metaphorical ability, and after hearing it, Ciri got into the sheet and stopped paying attention to Qiao Xiu.

Ciri and Fuya both have the habit of wrapping quilts, but Ciri will run around the room wrapped in quilts, and Fuya will stay on the bed like a mountain.

When Qiao Xiu was thinking about how to comfort Ciri, there was a sudden knock on Qiao Xiu's door.

"Your sister has been waiting at the door for a long time." Ciri popped up from the quilt at this point and said, "I think if I ask her to wait a little longer, she might draw her sword and cut the door." ”

"It's not possible, it's certain... It's time for work. Qiao Xiu said.

………………

For the first time in the long history of Claire's hibernation in the Demon Realm, she had been given the opportunity to enter the castle of the royal city.

The most important center of the Demon Realm, Claire has been looking for an opportunity to enter and investigate, but she didn't expect the God of Light to favor her today... To be precise, she favored her younger brother.

'How long are you going to play this game?' ’

Claire had been sleeping in this body for nearly three hours.

Under the pressure of the second princess of the demon clan, she agreed to her invitation from the Holy Spirit professional team.

This invitation had allowed her to enter the heart of the royal city, and Claire couldn't wait to find some reason to explore the surroundings.

Things went just as Claire had expected, and the two princesses led them to a hall and left.

It was supposed to be a great opportunity to explore the castle, but her brother found a Kindred he knew and proposed, 'How about teaming up for a game of the Holy Spirit?' 'Requirements.

The request was like throwing a vial of virgin blood into the middle of the group, sending them into a different state of excitement.

The Bloods set up the long tables in the hall and began to play with the Holy Spirit as if they were holding a round table.

'Sister, this game is over in ten minutes. Monet said to his sister in his consciousness.

'This is the fourth round you've played!' ’

Claire shared vision with Monet, and she controlled the Chaos Demon's body before she glanced up at the figure sitting across from her.

The Grand Duke of Blood, one of the Four Dukes of the Demon Realm.

'What a tricky one!' Why is he sitting here? ’

'Sister... The Blood Grand Duke has not been in contact with the Holy Spirit for a long time, and you should be more tolerant of the newcomers. Monet said in a weak voice.

'Who talks to you about how good or bad he is playing with the Holy Spirit technique!' I mean, how could a Duke of the Demon Realm be interested in this kind of game, or a full four hours of playing! ’

During this time, Claire's impression of this blood archduke was a little distorted, in the eyes of the Holy Cult Army, each of the four dukes of the Demon Realm was a dangerous existence with tens of millions of bones piled up under him, and he could kill humans mercilessly.

But the bloody justice opposite Clary is gradually becoming a kind of middle-aged uncle who has a successful career, a happy family, and can live a comfortable life playing games at home, and the most important thing is that he is weak enough to play games and must listen to her cowardly brother's command.

If the Legion Commanders of the Holy Cult knew about it... If this private named Monet makes a Duke of the Demon Realm obey his words, will they feel shocked or relieved?

'Leave the table after this game, Monet don't forget our duty!' ’

'Ming... Understand sister, wait a minute, I'll be able to take four kills right away! ’

Claire listened to her brother's shouts and reaffirmed that it was the wrong decision to let him go to war in the first place.

If it weren't for the Blood Grand Duke sitting across from them, Claire would have risked exploring with her own spirit.

The weaker Bloods couldn't detect her presence, but the Blood Grand Duke wasn't sure.

Claire's mind was a little confused when she heard someone push the door open in the hall.