There was a dazzling light ahead of the darkness, and Sixteen Nights and Cocoon, who had no choice, had no choice but to move in that direction. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two of them rarely communicated along the way, on the one hand, because they didn't know each other, and on the other hand, they had to concentrate on defending against the enemy.

Manipulating the relic, Olive, was a laborious task, and the cocoon could only release the shield intermittently. When the shield was not released, it was all up to the flying sword of Sixteen Nights to resist.

Although the magic fluctuations of Sixteen Nights Quest were gone, he noticed something else.

Whenever he and Cocoon exchanged defenses, his flying sword would always resonate with the relic, Olive. The flying sword of the Sixteen Nights is a divine object, and the only thing that can resonate with a divine object is something that is also a divine object.

"Your Excellency Cocoon, where did you get this olive?" asked Sixteen Nights, getting much closer to the light, and the rattan whip attack around him gradually weakened.

"Well," Cocoon Yuan shook the olive in his hand proudly, "Don't believe it, I once encountered the spirit left behind by the Dream Messenger when I was on a mission! This olive was given to me by him! Although it is said that the Dream Messenger is the culprit of the battle at the end of the Second Age, there are also wild histories that say that he was sent by God to save mankind, isn't it cool!"

Cocoon Yuan is tall, but when he mentions his holy olive, he is as excited as a child.

If it had been placed before, Sixteen Nights would definitely not believe the story of the "Dream Messenger". But now, the relict olive resonates with his flying sword, and he has to associate the "dream bringer" with the "god".

This illusion is indeed constructed by gods, and the power of these constructors is far superior to mine. Sixteen Nights thought to himself.

But there are tragic stories everywhere in this fantasy, man-eating monsters, which god would create such a thing......

The light was getting closer and closer to them, and it allowed them to see the situation in the inner part of the phantom realm more clearly.

What catches your eye is an unexpected and tragic scene-

Dry bones all over the ground, blood-red sky. The only embellishment is the rose falling from the dry bones.

Those roses had no roots or leaves, but they quickly bloomed all over the land.

Cocoon Yuan and Sixteen Night's eyes widened in surprise, and they couldn't say anything for a long time.

Suddenly, there was a sound among the boneless roses, and there seemed to be something there.

Cocoon Yuan immediately took out his weapon and set up a battle shelf, preparing for a magic blast over.

"Wait a minute. Sixteen Nights stopped Cocoon, his eyes half-squinted, and his magic power darkened.

His magical attribute is judgment, and he is able to judge monsters.

A cyan glow came from his pupils, but it disappeared after a while.

"Don't worry, it's not a dangerous thing. Hearing Sixteen Nights say this, Cocoon Yuan put away his weapon in disbelief.

The bush rattled, and after a while it seemed as if someone was standing up from it.

His body swayed, and he was covered in blood.

"That's ......" was a little far away, and Cocoon Yuan couldn't see the person's appearance clearly.

"Dove-" A shrill female voice came from behind Sixteen Nights and Cocoon. The person who came was Jian Lanchun.

She ran straight to the dove, her arms outstretching to give her a hug.

Unexpectedly, she took out a short knife halfway through!

"Whew-"

The sound of metal piercing flesh was heard, and the wind inexplicably rose around.

"How...... Will ......"

The dove held a huge scythe in his hand and slashed at Jian Lanchun's chest.

The wind is blowing.

The wind whined through the dry bones, and the lace of roses and the blood fluttered in the air.

Everything happened so suddenly, before Sixteen Nights and Cocoon Yuan could react.

Jian Lanchun fell to the ground unwillingly.

Tiny vines grew from her fallen body, wrapping her tightly around her, and before long all that was left was a pile of dry bones on the ground.

It's not so much that she's pitiful, it's that she deserves it.

The dove stood in the middle of a field of dry bones and roses, with a sickle in his hand.

"Monster!" Seeing this, Cocoon Yuan ignored Sixteen Nights' obstruction. Dove's actions lead Cocoon Yuan to believe that he is the core of this illusion.

The light of the attack magic shot at the dove one by one, and the dove did not dodge, and endured these attacks stubbornly.

"Your Excellency Cocoon Yuan, stop, he's not the core of the illusion!"

The sound of Sixteen Nights could not reach Cocoon's ears, and he kept releasing attack magic as if he had entered a magic barrier.

There was no way, so Sixteen Nights had to think about how to get the dove down. He ran in the direction of the dove, trying to cast his shield.

But a little closer, Sixteen Nights noticed a strange phenomenon.

The scars on the dove's body, although they are constantly increasing, are also healing like crazy!

This is......

Just as Sixteen Nights was wondering, a gray rope suddenly wrapped around his feet and pulled him back—

"Danger!"

A bright red rattan sprouted from where Sixteen Nights had just stood, and it writhed to attack Sixteen Nights.

Sixteen Nights waved the long sword in his hand and cut off the rattan.

The voice just now was...... Vole!

Sixteen Nights looked around, but there was no vole. But he found that the dove's position was a cocoon made of vines.

There is no doubt that those vines are monsters, but why did you choose the dove?

The dove was the only one who survived the mission, and he was brought to experience by his father. I didn't expect to encounter such a tragic thing.

The cocoons formed by the bright red vines grew larger and larger, and the cyan light in the eyes of the sixteenth night became more and more intense.

This is the sign that the illusion is at the core!

If you do it now, you should be able to prevent the dove from becoming the core of the illusion. But Sixteen Nights was surrounded by rattans. Cocoon Yuan is in the magic barrier and can't help much.

So, Sixteen Nights shouted on the spot: "Voles, aim at the roots of those vines, and kill them!"

The vole was near, but he hesitated and didn't attack.

"Only by going through pain and despair can we reap the harvest of rebirth!"

"Lust and greed need to be experienced, not forcefully annihilated. ”

The vole's voice rang in his ears, so he hesitated.

He's been through a lot during his week in Mirage.

"Vole!" cried Sixteen Nights, waking the vole from its musings.

The vole shook his head, and when he looked at it, the bright red vine cocoon was already very large. If this continues, the dove will inevitably turn into the core of the illusion!

He padded the knight's spear in his hand, aimed at the vine cocoon, and threw it out in one go.

The spear hit the vine cocoon. The attack of the surrounding vines also stopped.

The rattans exploded, splattering blood-red juice everywhere.

Sixteen Night looked down and saw that the dove had fallen to the ground, with only a few small scars on his body, and there was no fear for his life.

However, just now, the vole's spear clearly penetrated the entire vine cocoon!

"How can it be ......" The vole in the shadows widened his eyes and trembled with his hands clenched into fists.

Standing in the field of vision was a black-haired teenager holding a red-clad doll in his hand.

A spear ran through his chest.

His mouth whispered:

"It is through pain and despair that we can reap the harvest of rebirth. ”