Inside the Dip Tower, Tara was holding a thin piece of parchment written about the Queen's daughter, Marshall, falling into a deep sleep, and a request to get her over as soon as possible to check it out.

To be honest, her first instinct was, why is there no automatic defense circle in the Pozerona Palace? Nightmares and "Primordial Runes" are actually similar in nature, and they should be able to be easily blocked. But the letter did not explain the reason, only the result, and she could not make any judgment about it.

"Sister Tara, what's wrong? What's the matter? Her little henchman, Kate, saw that her face was not quite right, and she stepped forward to ask.

The number of people who enter the Impregnation Tower to request an inscription has become very low. Surprisingly, even if people have money, they don't dare to dip into the Dyeing Tower to engrave the magic pattern. Maybe it's a series of pressures from the government, maybe it's the fear of King Charles, or maybe it's the Brotherhood's intervention in this matter. Even some magic schools have difficulty in recruiting students, and they have to close down and merge one after another.

"Alas...... Mess......" Tara held her forehead and muttered incessantly, "The princess named Marshall seems to have been affected by the nightmare, and she wanted to see how this matter was handled, but now she has to put it back." ”

Tara still remembers seeing this little girl in the hall of the Posero Palace, she looks very delicate, and there is a little determination in her eyes. She was fully convinced that King Charles would have no good intentions for his niece. Yaris has not had a queen, and more than one, even very often.

She is now a little embarrassed, if she goes and cures this little girl, it is estimated that she will have to suffer a lot of trouble; If you don't go, this will definitely not be in line with the contract between the Star Society and the royal family, and it will not be justified. However, this nightmare seems to be very strong, and Tara is not sure if she will be able to bring the little girl out of her dream. Honestly, her first impression of Marshall was actually good.

"This is quite serious, if she is marked, no one can save her......" Kate whispered worriedly, "You go and see first, I'll help you with other things, it shouldn't be too much of a problem." ”

Naturally, Tara believed in her apprentice. After all, he has been with him for more than ten years. She immediately walked out of the Impregnation Tower, and quickly stepped into a small circle engraved with magic patterns in front of the Impregnation Tower, and under her eyes, the brilliance of magic slowly emerged.

Bang! Sand and gravel splash!

Her boots slammed to the ground, a trickle of dark green magic stretching from the soles of her feet, like fast-growing vines quickly filling the dry patterns of the ground. The brilliance of the runes grew brighter and brighter, and the ground beneath Tara's feet gradually shook, kicking up tiny clouds of dust that scattered in all directions in the air in a panic.

Kala–

It was a brilliant green rune, just floating in the air, everything around it was revolving around it, the light was distorted, the space trembled, the rune became brighter and brighter, the space trembled more and more, and even tore out a few deep and pitch-black cracks in the air.

Ta stretched his hand and touched it lightly with his slender white fingertips. Her fingers were stained with a bottomless layer of starlight.

Burst!

The next moment, the space returned to calm and tranquility. Tara's figure has disappeared from the spot, leaving only a faint scent of fragrance - women always like to dress up, and of course, spraying a little perfume is Tara's little pursuit of herself. She was beautiful, much more beautiful than the average woman.

At this time, a glittering light curtain was stretched out around the Pozerona Palace, and the sound of beeping was faint, lingering around the periphery of the palace. Tara frowned, pursed her lips and looked at the scene in front of her, unable to speak.

What kind of basket did you poke? Almost half of the Vatican is covered in this nightmare, which is obviously a symbol of the second-order nightmare! In the past, Alwini had already sent the executive of the Magic Division to do this, why didn't he even let out a fart of the Brotherhood directly under the king now? Moreover, this dream realm is still expanding, and if it is swallowed up again, the consequences will be really unimaginable......

A small eunuch soon came and asked her to go to the inner palace to find out what was going on with Marshall, and it was said that the magicians in the palace were helpless about the situation. She really didn't want the situation to be what Kate had just said, because it wasn't fun at all, and it would kill her.

Marshall's dormitory was located in the southwest of the palace, and the small rooms set up separately stood out. From a distance, a blonde girl lies flat on a white bed shrouded in the sun, dusty, quiet, solemn, but a little cute. The blown-out skin glows with a flowing golden glow in the sunlight. It's a pity that everything is lifeless and has no shine.

There were many people gathered around Marshall, including eunuchs, gorgeously dressed royal relatives, and the chief warlock of the Warlock Regiment, but there was no Charlie.

"What about King Charles?" Although Tara had an idea in her heart, she had to say politely, "This little girl doesn't seem to be in a very good situation. ”

"King Charles has something to do today—" A eunuch stepped forward, only to be interrupted by the chief warlock.

"Miss Tara!" This warlock is a four-level demon pattern high, "Miss Marshall, she, she's been marked by a nightmare!" Please think of a way! She's so talented, she can't just waste it......"

"Sure enough...... Tara bit her lower lip and looked unpretty, "this ...... I probably can't help it, I have to erase the nightmare from the inside out......"

There was an uproar. One of the consul generals of the Star Society couldn't even remove a small mark? Of course, it's just a rush of scolding. Nightmare marks are not so easy to remove, and Tara can shatter all of Barbatos' marks with force, but she can't guarantee that Marshall's soul will survive the magic vortex......

"I'll see first, if Miss's soul is draining, then I can let it slow down a little." Tara's voice was half majestic, which could easily silence the people around her.

Ta stretched out his left hand and gently stroked Marshall's long golden hair, and five magic lines lit up from his neck, using it as a source, spreading endlessly around his body, and everyone had to scatter one after another, avoiding Tara's powerful and mysterious power.

It was the starlight as beautiful as a fog terrace, and in the night that was indistinguishable from the bright night sky, the indescribable majesty echoed in the huge small room.

[In my name.] 】

Dense threads of magic burst out of Tara's fingertips, blending and blending together until they became a dark blue band of light that easily plunged into Marshall's right chest.

【Homogeneity】

The simplest, yet most effective.

What appeared in front of Tara's eyes was a black space, and her mind was no longer in the room. She descended her projection into Marshall's dream.

Is that...... Crucifix.

Tara's lips are dry.

Almost all of his body was covered with crosses...... Tara subconsciously looked at the heart and realized that the worst had actually happened to the girl.

Her soul is being sucked out.

Only the purest, the most defenseless, the most absorbable soul will be blessed with this. Nightmares can only do this once per meal.

Tara immediately stretched out her palm, and the stars converged in her palm, finally turning into a translucent sword.

The whole space is a big lake, and it is endless darkness. The pale silver reflection of the scabbard trembled slightly, shooting mottled marks.

The stars streaked across the space, bursting with endless glow, and countless cracks crept up with the trembling of the cross embedded in the depths of the heart.

Syllable! Burst until it turned gray-black, without the slightest vitality or coercion of powder.

Tara looked down and stared blankly at the black hole in Marshall's heart in front of her. That represents the real emptiness, the emptiness in the depths of the soul.

"Alas......" she sighed and shook her head slightly, "Good people and good deeds, help to the end." ”

The original deep black was replaced by a warm, rich and strange starlight.

It's not a complement, it's just a rudimentary replacement. The real completion depends on yourself.

With a flash of flowers, the quiet starry light in Tara's eyes vanished.

"How, how?"

"Part of her soul has been sucked out, and I'll help her make it up for the time being." Tara's tone didn't make the slightest wave, "Nightmare won't continue to absorb her soul, but I can't take care of Nightmare personally, and I don't have the ability to do it." ”

"This ......" The chief warlock looked embarrassed, and his stubble was stained a little white.

"I'll go and say, my people don't sit there and eat. Our alliance still exists, and if King Charles didn't need us, I wouldn't be here. ”

Tara blinked and smiled.

Instantly, her figure slowly dissipated from head to toe, turning into an ethereal starlight, staying in the air, and finally precipitating.