In the wake of the events in the Black Forest, the influence of the Holy See and the Parliament in Baden was once again lively. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoRelying on the identity insignia of the Pendragon family, Dawn easily found a helicopter to travel here, so not long after Hansel sent the signal, Dawn also appeared in this small town.

"Have your affairs been dealt with?" Han Sayer's heart inexplicably settled down after seeing the morning light, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath.

"Well, it turned out even better than I expected. What happened to you here?" Chen Xi looked at the whole bedroom a little strangely, especially the little girl who was tied up on the hospital bed, and couldn't help but feel angry in her heart. "What the hell would do it to such a half-grown child?"

He casually took out a talisman, and the talisman paper burned quietly, without any abnormalities. "It doesn't seem to be an evil thing, but it looks like it's been attacked and tormented by nightmares?"

"This is the book that this child has been holding before the accident, and it is said that his temperament was much quieter than usual at that time!" Hansel handed over the fairy tale.

"Is 'The Little Tailor' the short story from Grimm's Fairy Tales, it's quite exquisite!" Dawn took the book casually, opened it and read it. Realizing that it was from Grimm's fairy tales, his gaze stopped as he flipped to a page of illustrations.

"What's the matter, did you find anything?" Hansel leaned in.

"The unicorn is blackened!" Dawn said with a frown.

"At this age, children like to scribble everywhere with a pen, and the wallpaper at home is all messed up, which is normal, is there anything wrong?" explained Mrs. Arnol, and as Hansel was powerless, her heart sank and she was somewhat listless.

She was very careful to paint the painting, and there were sweat marks on her fingers all around the picture. Do you know what the black unicorn is called?" Dawn paused, and asked a few people in the room.

"No, there is no record of this in the Christian texts, and I have some doubts about the existence of unicorns!" replied the young priest after a moment's thought.

"No, no, no......" Chenxi stretched out his finger and shook it: "Actually, the accurate record of the unicorn comes from your Holy See, a 12th-century French priest named Philippe de Tarn used a lot of words to describe this sacred beast in his book "Zoology". It is also mentioned that if the unicorn, which is a symbol of holiness, falls, it will become another terrifying elemental creature - the Nightmare, the source of the legendary nightmare. ”

"Nightmare, the legendary demon from Hell that was actually a unicorn?" asked Hansel, fussed.

"To be precise, the nightmare is not a naturally occurring life, but the product of human alchemical experiments. As far as I know, the alchemists of the time used the foul breath of the necromancy to corrupt it, which in turn gave it the ability to manipulate nightmares. The subsequent intervention of the forces of hell has created the conditions for this deformed species to continue to evolve in the flames of hell. Dawn's finger lightly swiped over the black handwriting in the illustration, "And their favorite food is the soul of a child who has become desperate because of fear." ”

"May I ask what you call a nightmare?" asked Madame Arnol, whose voice suddenly trembled.

"Well, it's a four-legged horse with four legs and eyes burning with flames, and a long horn on its head like a unicorn!" Dawn glanced at the worldly woman with some curiosity, but satisfied her curiosity.

"My husband runs a construction company in the city, and some time ago during construction he unearthed a very dilapidated cellar with nothing but a rag on which you were talking about it. They didn't take it seriously, they just razed the cellar and brought the rags home. ”

"Rags, where's that thing?" cried Dawn.

"I ...... I thought it was too shabby and threw it in the attic, and I don't know where it went?" Mrs. Arnoll replied, startled by Dawn's attitude, and stammered in response.

"Dawn, what's wrong, what's that rag?" Hansel nervous as well.

"It was a demonic ritual, and the rags she spoke of were actually woven from the hair of dead people. The sacrifice is the sixty-seventh of the seventy-two pillars of hell, whose name is Andesia, a duke of the rank, and the commander of twenty-nine nightmare legions. There are rumors that he is the first Nightmare Monster!"

"What, one of the Seventy-Two Pillar Demon Kings?"

"Woven from dead man's hair?"

"Twenty-nine Nightmare Legions?"

Everyone let out a cry of exclamation, but the content was different, Madame Arnoll was a secular woman after all, and she was directly frightened by the act of weaving cloth in the hair of the dead man, while the other two were more concerned about the enemy's combat strength.

"I thought your family just accidentally provoked a scattered nightmare beast, but now it seems that you should have provoked a hell demon god!" Chenxi looked at the little girl on the bed with some sadness, "It's just that you adults are guilty, and this innocent child shouldn't bear it, even if it's the demon king, I'll take care of it!"

"Sir, does the legion of hell have a fixed number?" the little priest asked weakly.

"Of course, what's wrong with the same order as Yahweh's Angel Legion, with a full number of 6,666 soldiers?" Dawn responded.

"That's twenty-nine legions!" said the little priest with a reluctance.

"So what, that kind of small altar, even if it is destroyed, it won't involve too much energy from the dignified demon king, so I guess I will send a little minion to take revenge, and harvest some souls by the way. This is a purely human death, and even the Holy See acquiesces in it. It's been this way for centuries, it's a game of God and the devil vying for faith!" Dawn explained.

"Then what else do we have to fear? Wouldn't it be enough to just get rid of it!" Hansel couldn't help but grin when he heard this.

"Two questions, the first is that it depends on the owner to beat the dog, not to mention that this time it is still the people who take the reason, after all, in any religion, smashing the altar is also a worse thing than slapping the face!" Chenxi paused slightly: "The second and most critical one, none of us will be able to control the ability of dreams." ”

"Then my child will not be able to live, learned sir, and you must think of a way no matter what. If I could, I would bear this punishment on my daughter's behalf, she is innocent!" pleaded Mrs. Arnol.