"It's ...... Where ......?"

Dracula lay weakly, he felt exhausted, the most exhausting ever, unable to move his limbs and unable to bend his fingers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was dark all around, and there was a crimson aurora spreading higher up, he didn't know what place it was, there were no flowers or plants, no insects and beasts, and he couldn't even feel the flow of the wind, except for the darkness and the crimson dim light, this space seemed to be composed of only these two things.

His back felt cold and sticky, and he was floating on a black and red water, like a fragile duckweed, swinging uncontrollably in this strange environment.

"Your heart. Suddenly, someone said.

"Who?" Dracula was confused, and he heard someone answering him, and this place was not just him, but there were other people.

The man's voice felt familiar to him, but it was unfamiliar, giving him an indescribable discomfort and awkwardness.

"Don't you recognize this face?" said the man, and Dracula heard footsteps approaching him.

The owner of the voice stopped beside Dracula, who was standing on the surface of the water in an incredible way, and Dracula saw the appearance of the man clearly, a figure with white hair and white skin, white nails and eyebrows, and a white dress on his body, as if soaked in white dye, only the pupils in those eyes, with a penetrating bright red, the white figure opened its mouth, and inside was a deep darkness, like an abyss that swallowed everything.

"No, you must recognize it, how could you not recognize it, no one is more familiar with this face than you. The figure spoke, and the voice sounded like a ghost crying in the wind.

But all this was not enough to shock him compared to the face of the figure, because the other party had a face exactly like his own, as if carved out of a mold.

Dracula suddenly understood why the other party's voice sounded so familiar, and the familiarity made him disgusted, because it was his own voice, and the person standing beside him and looking down at the moment was another self.

"I, why am I here?" said Dracula, looking at the red light piling up above his head, and he didn't know who to ask.

"yes, don't you understand why you're here?" the figure crouched down beside him, answering his question.

Yes, he knew it himself, but his consciousness was chaotic, so he didn't think for a while, he remembered that he was sitting in a dark cave, and then the cave suddenly shook, and then a red pillar of light rose from the ground, and the blinding light swallowed everything. Why would he go to that kind of place? It seems like to find someone.

"Fina ......" Dracula's eyes widened, and when the memories were connected, the most terrifying chill hit his brain and spine again.

He had come to see Fina, he had gone to that place to find Fina! He saw Fina, he really saw her, Fina was standing in front of the light, and she opened her arms towards her, and she stepped forward to hug her......

But she stabbed herself with a knife and pushed herself away mercilessly......

"Ah――――――――h

Dracula suddenly let out a series of hoarse growls, full of sadness and fear, helplessness and loneliness, all the worst of which were condensed into his cries and echoed throughout the space. His expression turned hideous with fear, and tears flowed from sadness.

"Calm down, calm down," the white figure was unmoved, just with a faint smile, and reached out to caress Dracula's cheek as he spoke softly, "Calm down, don't be afraid, don't panic." ”

His voice seemed to be suggestive and inducement, Dracula gradually became quieter, no longer howling in panic, his eyes were hollow, he looked straight up, constantly gasping, his cheeks were wet with tears.

"Do you remember?" said the figure again.

"It was like I had a dream," Dracula choked up, "it was a nightmare, the worst of all." ”

"What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed of ......," Dracula murmured, "I dreamed of Fina, she didn't want me anymore, my only family, didn't want me anymore......"

Dracula's pupils contracted suddenly, and he couldn't help but scream, but the figure immediately reached out and pressed it on his chest, restraining his next impulse.

"Well, I see, I understand what is it that makes you so sad and scared that you are tormented to the ugly way you are now," said the figure, "my poor Dracula, you are mistaken, you are not having a nightmare, then everything is real. ”

"What did you say?" Dracula shook his eyes slightly, looking at the pale face in front of him, "Impossible, impossible, you are lying!" he retorted excitedly, but the figure smiled confidently, letting his retort, as if with absolute certainty, "How could Fina do that, she wouldn't want me, because, because, because ...... We're family. ”

"Family?" the figure smiled contemptuously, "That's why I said you were mistaken, when did you have the illusion that you have a family?"

Dracula was stunned as she thought of what Fina had whispered in her ear as she sent the blade into her body, saying that she was a child that no one wanted.

"I, I'm something that no one wants?" asked Dracula, stunned.

The figure nodded, holding out his finger to wipe the tears from Dracula's eyes.

"What you see is not the real person named Fina, but the truest subconscious of your own heart," said the figure, "you have always been mistaken about one thing, there is no one named Fina in this world, you have always been the lonely child who no one has ever looked at, the girl named Fina, and all the time you spend with her, is just your fantasy of escapism. ”

"You say, those are my fantasies?" Dracula looked confused in his eyes.

"You've been deceiving yourself all along, making an excuse for yourself, and thus burying your heart, that excuse, that you fantasize, that phantom called Fina that doesn't exist at all," the figure said slowly, softly, like a mother telling a bedtime story to her child," But enough is enough, you don't need that excuse anymore, so your buried heart comes to you, and that's what you just saw, and your heart becomes your old fantasy, and you do what that fantasy won't do at all, and you remember everything that is really true. ”

"What is the real thing?"

"The good life that you have always thought belongs to reality is a dream you have, and in the real world, you are still the child who was abandoned by the whole world, day after day in trouble, making trouble, and finally doing bad things worse and worse, you live in everyone's scolding and disgust, running alone in the mountains, curled up in an alley and sleeping alone. ”

"Is this my real life?" Dracula felt empty in his body, as if something most important had been lost, "Who the hell are you?"

"Yes, that's who you are," said the figure, "and I'm you, we're the same person, this is your inner world, and I'm your inner world," he grabbed Dracula's wrist and pulled him up, "I'm here to take you back to the real world." ”

Dracula sits on the water, looking around at the intersection of dark and crimson, which makes people feel so desolate, as if they are in nothingness.

It turns out that my inner world is so desolate.

"Because in reality, you don't have everything. The figure heard his voice and immediately replied.

"Wherever I am, I can only stand in a desolate clearing, then I don't want to go back," Dracula buried his head in the crook of his arm, "since there is nothing left anywhere, what's the point of me going back? Sobbing and smiling reluctantly, "I still can't forget Fina." ”

"The phantom?" the figure straightened up, his face cold for a moment, "Do you not forget the relief that fantasy brought you, or are you afraid to see reality again?" ”

Before Dracula could reply, the figure pulled him up and pushed him forward hard. Dracula stumbled and almost fell, and he saw that there was a cliff under his feet.

He stood up again in a daze, and found that the scenery around him had changed, and he was standing in a vast gray desert, the sky was gloomy, and there were a few curved and thin stone crystal trees standing on the ground, only bare trunks, and he found himself standing under one of the largest stone crystal trees, separated by a cliff, and in front of him was the other half of the desert.

Dracula recognized this place, and he saw a rainbow-colored palace standing in the distance of the desert, and the figure of a familiar girl stood in front of the palace dancing, her long hair rippling. The two of them are so close, but there is an abyss, but it seems to be separated by a world.

"Fina?" Degu stretched out.

"The simplest proof of proof is that you can continue to rely on that illusion," the figure appeared behind Dracula like a ghost, patting him on the shoulder and pointing to the middle of the cliff, "I'll give you a chance to reunite with the illusion of your dreams." ”

Dracula saw a bridge suddenly erect over the cliff, and now that the two deserts were connected, he could finally go to the half of the land where the rainbow palace was located.

"Go, hug your phantom and see if she hugs you too," the figure egged, "Everything you want is close at hand, just walk across that bridge." ”

Dracula stepped away and stepped onto the bridge, he got closer and closer to the girl's figure, and the girl walked towards him, Dracula saw the girl smiling and stretched out his hand to him.

He was finally on the other side of the desert.

"Fina. Dracula, like a scared child, whimpered and cried out, trying to hold the girl's hand.

But the girl's expression suddenly changed greatly, and she lost her smile, like an emotionless puppet, looking at him coldly.

"You're a kid that no one wants. ”

Instead of catching Dracula's hand, she shoved him off a cliff.

The bridge behind him collapsed in an instant, and it was scattered into debris, and now no desert allowed Dracula to stay, because he was pushed down and was falling into the dark abyss.

"Is falling into the abyss the result of me?" he said to himself, his body slowly falling, and he saw the white figure crouching on the edge of the cliff looking at him.

He saw the figure's lips move, and said to him, "Give up, you have nothing." ”

Dracula closed his eyes and let his body sink into the darkness, and suddenly he felt something stop him, and pulled him up again, back to the edge of the cliff.

"It's true that you have nothing, but you can't sink either, are you willing? willing to be forever disgusted and forgotten by this world, from life to death, life will have no meaning? No one will remember you?" the figure grabbed Dracula's body and dragged him towards the other side of the desert.

"What should I do?" Dracula was dragged by a figure and glided on the ground like a rotten skin.

"Revenge!" the figure shouted loudly, and the voice spread over the extremely open desert, "Anyway, the world doesn't like you, so come and take revenge on the world, and destroy everything you see, so that you can be remembered by many people, they will remember that they have always offended such a terrible person, and your existence will turn into fear, forever imprinted in the hearts of those countless human beings who scold you, and it will continue from generation to generation!"

He spoke very fast, like a madman giving a speech.

"What can I do?" replied Dracula, feebly.

"Of course you can do it, don't forget that I'm your heart, you've just been running away from your true self, as long as you accept your heart, that is, accept me, we can get back to our true selves," Dracula lifted up, asked him to stand up again, and stepped back a few meters by himself, "Come here, Dracula, you don't need any phantoms anymore, even your own fantasies reject you, and the only one who will accept you is yourself! Come over to Dracula! I'm standing here, I'm not leaving, I'm going to give you a hug as long as you come over. ”

"I'm going to accept your presence, and when you think of everything, let our anger be taken away to the whole land outside!"

Dracula's pupils dimmed, he walked forward like a walking corpse, step by step, approaching the location of the white figure, his consciousness had been detached, he did not hear the voice of the figure, he had long lost the feeling of softness before, as if the previous ones were all false and disguised, and at this moment the figure was roaring, emitting nightmare bewitchment.

The figure's body suddenly became distorted, and clusters of black-red energy squeezed through the body and overflowed, forming a huge head, the neck was connected to the ground, it was a python-like head, with curved horns, and its eyes were full of bloody light, and it opened its mouth, as if opening the door to the abyss.

However, Dracula did not notice the change, and continued like a puppet, obediently sending himself into the monster's mouth and turning into food.

Come, come, give me your body and heart, you are enough to be a container for me, I will eat your soul and dominate your body, and I will take your pain with me, and turn it into flames and spit it out to the whole world!

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Outside the cave, Ang looked at the sky-high pillar of blood not far ahead, and heard the roar of a monster leaking out.

"Did the seal forcibly speed up the awakening of the Yaqi Blood Demon?" he said.

"But if it really wakes up, no matter how powerful the sealing technique is, it will be useless, so we can only choose this time, when it has not fully woken up, and the magic of nature is at its most vigorous, it is the best time!" the ceremonial elder standing in the center of the circle replied loudly.

"I know, go on, do what you can. "With his sword on his hand, he looked ahead, his face like pig iron.

The ceremonial sacrifices that surrounded the hill had already fallen to the ground. Continuously unleashing and controlling the magic power, stabilizing the magic circle, and fighting and channeling the energy of the extracted Yaqi Blood Demon, this huge workload is endlessly destroying their bodies and spirits every second.

This is the last moment of the seal, and it is also the most critical moment, they can't let the extracted energy leak to other places, they must lead it to the inside of a hundred sealed bodies, and those who are used as containers, I'm afraid most of them can't hold on and fall.

One by one, the priests exhausted their physical strength and magic power, overworked, and died at the site of the seal, and for each sacrifice that died, the remaining sacrificers had to resist a more severe workload, but even if everyone would die here, they would have to complete the ritual before the last person fell, and continue to sleep before the monster turned into a disaster on the earth.

"Go on, go on, put everything together, you have to complete this seal. Aung said aloud without mercy.

"Yes, someone has broken into the ceremony!" suddenly a knight shouted loudly.

Ang was stunned, interferer, how could anyone still break into this place, don't you want to die?

All the knights set up at the scene were not disturbed by outsiders in order to supervise the sealing process, but after the seal failed, they became the first team to resist the awakening of monsters. Because no one would have thought of disrupting the ritual, the result of this practice would be to bring disaster to the earth, which would inevitably bring danger to the disturbers themselves, so this situation was not considered in the first place.

"Who?" said Ang's face with obvious displeasure.

"This feeling of magic, yes, that person is actually here. The old man was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted and continued to maintain the seal.

Then Ang saw a light figure stepping on the cyan wind, flying to the middle of the priests, it was a thin back, the girl's long hair was blowing fiercely, and she quickly walked to the hole.

"It's that girl, I thought she was huddled at home," Aang frowned in shock, "She's done so much to escape the ritual, why is she here now?"

"Little girl, what are you going to do here!?" the old man, who was also the head of the ceremony, asked loudly about the advancing figure while keeping the seal in progress.

"It's good for the seniors to concentrate on completing their part," Fina replied loudly with her back to her, "I just have my own things to do." ”

Then everyone present saw a magical scene on this girl's body, an incomparably bright light, released from the girl's body, the magic of the charm purple, the purest and purest purity, that magic does not represent any element, but symbolizes the magic of the night itself!

"Impossible, isn't that the magic that humans can condense and form?" Ang was once again shocked by this seemingly weak girl, and his face became ugly, with anger, "Is she insulting God!"

"That magic, does she want to do that!" the old man also noticed the clue, surprise and confusion appeared on his face, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, "what made her suddenly choose to burn her life......" he sighed faintly.

Fina strode forward, her ability was still limited, when condensing this kind of magic, the single-attribute magic of Wind Walk could no longer be used, she could only rely on the limit of her physical ability, running at the fastest speed.

The strong wind blew against her face, and her tears were blown into splashes.

"I'm back, Dracula," she said, looking ahead, "I'll go to your side." ”

All the priests who were still holding on were in a trance, but they understood the weight of their task, so they quickly regained their attention.

"Is this, singing?" the old man reacted in the same way.

In the air, the voice of a young girl's chant sounded faintly, gentle and beautiful, and sad.

What kind of color is I reflected in your eyes......

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