Akaris' stiffened her head, but she heard a muffled thud as if a heavy shot ball was rolling behind her.

She looked down, her pupils constricted, and a dead man's head bounced and rolled down her feet with blood oozing outward, blood streaming down the ground.

Is that... Lysha's head?!

He's already been killed?

Akaris's expression tightened, and then she was greeted by three women dressed in ninja costumes, daggers in their hands glowing with cold light, and masks obscuring their faces, but Akaris's could guess that these were the three 'refugees' from before. ’

"You are... Oriental woman? Akaris, pretending to be calm.

"I didn't expect you to be quite educated, no, we are assassins from the East." Momiji slowly walked up to the goddess, "We have no ill intentions, of course, provided that you are obedient enough. ”

"You have killed my priest and angered me, so that you can get out of here alive, which is already my mercy." Akaris's eyes gleamed, "Before I do that, though, I'd love to hear what you call 'prerequisites'. ”

"It's simple, hand over the tinder." Momiji pursed her lips and smiled, "I believe that a goddess who is believed in by all the city's citizens is a smart person, and since I can infiltrate your main hall silently, I can also kill you silently." ”

"Tinder?" Akariss shrugged, "Unfortunately, no. ”

"It's the Blackwater Ark in the Blackwater Bible, what's the matter, pretending to be confused?" Momiji wandered back and forth beside Akaris, "Your guards are all fine now, and they won't wake up until sunrise tomorrow." ”

"What did you do?!" Akaris's anger came from it, and it was her only confidant.

"Nothing, adding a few little surprises to the dishes they enjoy will give them a good night's sleep." Momiji whispered, "I hope your choice won't disappoint me." ”

"Really? I'm afraid you're going to have to be disappointed. Akaris's eyes sneered.

"We've been watching you for a week, you're just a vase, you don't use any weapons at all, you don't use any means, I advise—uh!"

Before Momiji finished speaking, his body shook violently, and his consciousness gradually dissipated.

When Momiji came back to his senses again, he suddenly found himself in a field of golden wheat, his father was working hard to harvest the farm, and his mother came out of the hut to bring warm rice.

This is... Family?

Momiji's eyes were a little sluggish, he was on the top floor of the goddess tower in Blackwater City last moment, but at this moment, he returned to a familiar and unfamiliar place.

Momiji sat down on the wheat floor and stroked the slightly rough stones—she had loved throwing them into the river since she was a child, watching the ripples spread out in her blog posts, and once because she used too much force to hold her arm on the scriptures, her father would break all the big stones around the river, so that she would never hurt herself again by picking up heavy stones.

At that time, everything was very beautiful, and I remember that in addition to myself, there was also my little sister, who grew up happily under the arms of my parents.

It's like going back to childhood.

"This is your world?" An unfamiliar voice came from behind him, "As a place to sleep, it is indeed a good choice. ”

Momiji turned his head and saw a gorgeously dressed woman walking from the wheat field, she had a pair of jet-black eyes and long snow-white hair, her facial features were delicate as if they were finely carved, and her voice was ethereal and pleasant, like a goddess descending from the earth.

Momiji's face was completely gloomy, "You are the goddess of the Blackwater Church. ”

"My name is Akaris, and the word goddess doesn't suit me." She chuckled, "I'm called the Goddess of Blackwater, and I'm not like the priests who give up their dignity and flesh for food. ”

"Goddess? It's just ordinary people who rely on the shadow myth of the church. Momiji said coldly: "What kind of trick is this scene?" Is your competency a manufacturing environment? ”

Momiji immediately picked up a stone and squeezed it in his hand, "It's just an illusion, all this won't fool me!" ”

Momiji's screams were heard far away, but the scene in front of her did not change, and the stone did not shatter in response, but her skin was cut by the hard edges and corners, and blood oozed from the wound, and there were bursts of stinging pain, clear and real.

"You can see that you know something about the Blackwater Church." Akariss walked up to her and whispered, "Welcome to the world of the gods, which I call the Soul Battlefield, where we will fight and the winner will get everything and the loser will lose everything,...... It's like the oracle in the Blackwater Bible. ”

Soul Battlefield?

Momiji was stunned, and suddenly felt a heart-rending pain coming from her chest, Akalis pulled out a spear out of nowhere and stabbed it directly into her chest, breathing suddenly became difficult, she opened her mouth to want the big man, but she couldn't make a sound.

Akariss twisted the barrel of the gun and jerked it back, blood gushing out as the gun left in an instant, and Momiji trembled and tried to cover the wound, but the blood loss was too much, making her unconscious.

In the next moment, she suddenly found herself still standing in place, the wound disappearing without a trace, and the goddess was watching from a distance with a spear, as if nothing had happened before.

What the hell is going on? Momiji gasped for breath, could it be just an illusion just now? She looked down, only to see a large pool of blood splattering from the quibble.

"This is the rule, consciousness is not immortal, the pain caused by every death is real for you, it will consume your mental and physical strength, when this pain is beyond the scope of what you can bear, it is the time of your real death." Akariss spread her hands, "I am a goddess, there is no doubt about this, no matter how good you are in the real world, in my place, you can only be controlled by the rules of my world. ”

"After each death, the body will return to its original state, and the average person can withstand it three or four times at most, of course, I have seen many people with firm consciousness who can survive seven or eight times, or even more than that."

Akasri gently explained, although I look forward to your performance, but if you give up resistance, I can understand, after all, continuous death is also an unbearable pain for me, in this case, especially if the end is already doomed, it is not a cowardly act to choose to escape.

As the words fell, Akarisi dropped the spear in his hand, pulled out a giant sword from behind his back, kicked his legs, jumped straight up, and slashed towards the red leaves.

Momiji's eyes widened, Akalis was just a weak woman, and she didn't have a backpack to store weapons on her body, it was impossible to hide such a huge weapon, those weapons... Could it be that it was conjured out of thin air?!

Momiji's mind suddenly appeared with such words.

[I am a goddess, there is no doubt about this, no matter how reckless you are in the real world, here you can only be controlled by the rules of my world]

[I call this the Soul Battlefield]

[Consciousness is not dead, it is real to you]

Conscious... Is it the key to it?!