Without experiencing death, it is about not understanding, unattainable despair.

You think you can do something, but no matter what you do, the end is doomed and irreversible.

Sunkage had already understood when he held the corpse that was getting colder. Some are destined to be irretrievable.

Now in this place, it is easy to say irreparable words, where the despair at that time, how to deal with yourself.

The shadow of the sun looked at the white space that suddenly appeared around him in a daze, the phantom that appeared in the center, the phantom came and went, sometimes there was a substance, sometimes it was blurry, it seemed to be a familiar shadow to him, and it didn't seem to be. Those desires to see each other are mixed with guilt.

"Don't you miss her? Sink into the desire to see her, and you can see her again. The bewitching voice rang in Sunshadow's ears again, and Victoria's breath was behind her ears. "Come, lay down your weapons. Free the hand you want to hug her. Come with me to meet her. Do you see her smiling at you?"

With a thud, the sword fell to the ground. But Sunkage didn't care anymore.

The Hinatal seemed to see the cute little face, the warm smile in those words. His unattainable light in the world of no reason.

I couldn't help but take a step forward, wanting to greet it, as if I was about to hold those warm hands.

"Ah Ying!"

A soft cry broke the deadlock like drowning. Fresh air was poured into the drowsy head of the Hikage. The bloodshot eyes became a little clearer.

It was Flora's voice. But apparently it wasn't from the phantom in front of you.

The place of the phantom was the sword that had once appeared in his hand, the sword shining brightly, the blade facing his throat, just a stone's throw away.

The silver dagger on his chest was faintly hot. Sunshadow backhanded out a dagger and quickly stuck it into Victoria's shoulder.

Red blood splattered out, accompanied by a scream. Victoria staggered back a few steps before settling her figure. Completely unprepared, he was attacked by the Sunshadow. The newly changed phantom immediately turned into smoke and disappeared. The white space collapsed, shattered into pieces, and dissolved and dripped like a black circular pothole, and the previously flat green vegetation was destroyed by one pit after another. Roses and roses wither instantly.

"You!" Victoria grimaced. "I'm kind enough to help you, what are you doing!" she stroked her left shoulder, which was still bleeding, and the blood stopped disappearing in an instant, and even the lace that had been cut was repaired.

"No!" Sunshadow said, striking at him. The sword slashed across the hem of her puffy skirt.

"Don't you miss her?" asked Victoria, dodging. "I can help you resurrect her. ”

"None of your own daughters have been resurrected. And how can you help me resurrect anyone. Sunshadow said coldly. "There's no her here. Sunshadow glanced at the women, children, and children who were already lying on the ground. and the crowd who were a little embarrassed but still with their limbs intact.

"Brother Shadow, are you out?" Miga exclaimed in surprise. "A white egg just appeared and enveloped you and that stinky woman. We were all taken aback. I was about to show Robert it. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Sunshadow nodded at them. Attacked Victoria again. The tip of the sword sliced through her clothes, and the small slashes left blood marks on her still white skin.

Victoria glanced at the children, women and children on the ground, dodging more attacks. His face was no longer full of charm and smile just now, and there was some cold anger.

"Without them, let your bones keep you company. "The fine decorative bands and lace on Victoria's pure white embossed brocade gown seemed to come to life, like tentacles, and attacked everyone in all directions.

"I never hated the big girl's flower skirt as much as I did now!" the Melson greatsword blocked the tentacles of the roots in front of him, and the soft material, as if infused with metal, made a crackling sound when colliding with the greatsword, and the huge impact made him take a few steps backwards before stopping. He muttered.

"Did you wear it before?" Mott teased, quickly jumping up to Melson's side, helping him cut off the tentacles that were wrapped around his greatsword. "I know your sister is a fitting maniac!

"Shut up!" said Melson, smacking at the truth. "If you have time to fart here, why don't you go and help Brother Ying!"

"Brother Ying doesn't need my help, but you may need it. With that, he interrupted a ribbon that had attacked, but his eyes still looked in the direction of the sunshadow.

At this time, the Sun Shadow was dodging the attacking ribbon and moving forward, the ribbon did not affect his speed too much, but the rapid stabbing sword did not cause much damage to Victoria. Some of the sword marks healed before they could even bleed, and the severed ribbons quickly disappeared after falling and quickly reborn on the other side. No interval time was given.

The situation seems to be somewhat deadlocked. The shadow of the sun wrinkled.

Theoretically, the attack of their group is not weak, if not the strongest. In terms of personal ability alone, everyone can at least be the main candidate of a third-level regiment. What's more, they are still a group.

From the time they stepped into the house at dusk to the present, it had gone quite smoothly, and it had not taken much time, nor had it been too dangerous, perhaps, and none of them had been injured. It seems very reasonable, but it is a little subtlely unreasonable.

Are these battles real or not? He looked at Victoria's delicate face, which was not a living person, and even in the midst of rage, there was not the slightest trace of blood.

Needless to say, she was indeed dead. If it is an illusion, then can this illusion still simulate a conscious person? Or is this person in front of him not at all.

"Luo. How can you tell what's real from what's fake?" asked Robert, who didn't know when he was leaning over.

Robert was dealing with the ribbons flying in the sky, and before he knew it, he approached, and seemed to have been dodging, and the unattacking Sunshadow was looking at the situation. Before he could speak, Sunshadow spotted him first, frowning at him. But as smart as he was, he also understood Sunshadow's doubts.

"Do you suspect that what you see in front of you is as fake as before?"

"There is no doubt about it, it must be fake. Sunkage affirmed. "I just don't know when it started to be fake. Is this room a fantasy, or is it a ......" Sunshadow paused, not going on. There is a feeling that there is nowhere to talk about it.

"How did you judge before that? Robert pondered, trying to trace some of his thoughts.

"Intuition!"

Robert hit his toes and almost slipped. He always thought that the person in front of him was leading them forward with his outstanding wisdom, and he also believed in Boss Peng's vision unusually, but he actually told him that it was intuition! Intuition! Although it was also an accumulation of experience, it was more of a lack of thinking! But looking at the serious and cold face of the Sun Shadow, he choked up for a moment and was unable to answer.

But maybe it's because I trust this intuition too much, so the more I go, the more I can't see clearly. Sunshadow pulled Robert and jumped behind everyone, standing outside the battlefield, looking at the people who were still fighting, and subconsciously played with the silver dagger in his hand and said. "The degree of reality of the illusion is the degree to which you are willing to believe. The more you know, the more you are willing to believe, and the more real it will be. He paused and continued. "Before we came, we had already figured out the basic people, preferences and so on of the place. Now what I see is just the same. It is what he wants to show us, and it is the same as what we know, and it is naturally easy to accept all this. ”

"Brother Shadow, this is the most I've heard you talk to. Robert despised himself a little in his heart, but in fact, the man in front of him was still very wise. He reconstructed the impression of the Sunshadow. It turns out that this taciturn person has not been silent all the time.

But now is not the time to focus on this.

Robert looked at Sunshadow, who was speechless by this sudden conversation, and hurriedly continued.

"So you mean to say that everything from our experience is fake?"

Sunshadow nodded. "Maybe from the beginning. ”

"Even if it's entering the same illusion. It's impossible for everyone to see the same thing. Since it's an illusion, it should be different. What's more, Miga was not present when the basic situation was introduced. Isn't Micah real?"

"Just give it a try and you'll find out. ”

"How do you try?"

Robert was asking suspiciously, when he suddenly saw Sunshadow raise the silver dagger in his hand and stab it in the direction of his own shoulder blade without hesitation.

"Brother Shadow!" Robert exclaimed.

Everyone turned around at this point, and the Shadow was lying in a pool of blood. Unconscious.

Most of the truth is as beautiful as the illusion. Even if you think it's a scary dream, waking up doesn't necessarily make it better.

Sunshadow clutched her wounds, barely stopping the bleeding. Looking around, frowning.

The scenery in front of you is even more unreal than the illusion. In the fantasy world, they are fighting against characters in the scene who have a basis to rely on. Even when you die, you can feel a sense of existence. But in front of him, there are only distortions and deformations of space.

It is surrounded by unknown brown branches, which are slightly different in appearance and more flexible than branches. Around the cascading wraps, there are also several strands that are flexibly wrapped around the ankles, wrists, waist, and most importantly on the head. It basically wraps most of the brain, and there is an even tighter attachment to the temple, as if it is piercing inside, sucking something.

Sunshadow waved his arms with some difficulty, and there was still blood dripping from the shoulder he had just stabbed, but it was fine, it was more of a feeling of weakness in his limbs, which made his movements a little overwhelmed. The silver dagger in Sunshadow's hand waved, and the branches seemed to be alive, and they all stepped back after being chopped down, leaving space for Sunshadow to gradually leave a space. The sun shadow barely landed.

It's supposed to be inside the house. Although the floor under his feet has been torn apart, he can no longer see the original appearance, and he can still vaguely distinguish the original glory

Brown strips of paper are densely wrapped around, making it difficult to distinguish the direction, and only the color of some miscellaneous objects can be faintly seen in the gaps, which seem to be clothes or other decorations. After careful identification, a bright light caught the eye of the Hikage, as if he had seen it there.

He put away his silver dagger, drew his silver sword and slashed it down at the branch. The branch was not afraid of the sword, and did not react much to the blunt slash of the long sword, but had the intention of attacking, but it did not move quickly, and there was no need to dodge, and the Sunshadow barely used any skill to slash indiscriminately, slashing to a place where there was a bright light.

A coat of arms engraved with irises, delicate and impossibly shimmering on the ugly brown branches. This is what Melson has on him, and he once took it out to show them a precious gift from his brother.

The shadow of the sun looked around, looking around for Melson's figure. After a sharp slash, instead of finding Melson, Robert was found.

Robert's situation is similar to that of the Shadow of the Sun. Ugly branches, wrapped around the body, a few flexibly wrapped around the ankles, wrists, and waist, the head was very dense, one thinner branch was tightly attached to the temple, and the others wrapped most of the head, and the face was almost invisible. But Sunshadow recognized him from his clothes.

Cutting off the branches of the bound limbs, Sunshadow lowered Robert to the ground, and continued to chop the sticks that kept stretching out with one hand, while taking out the silver dagger in his arms again, preparing to carefully handle the branches of his head.

At this moment, Robert's black arrow was suddenly pulled out by a branch. As if manipulated by consciousness, it was not directed towards the shadow, but towards Robert's own chest.

It's almost just a matter of moments. Sunshadow held the black arrow firmly in one hand, and the arrow stabbed into the palm of his hand, and blood dripped down his palm. The other blocked part of the branch's attack, but its back and left side were exposed, and the moment it held the arrow, it also suffered a heavy blow from all sides. There was a muffled snort, and blood spilled from his mouth.

He frowned, shook off the black arrow, and once again the silver dagger picked open the branch that wrapped Robert's head, and when he cut off the one that was close to his temple, the silver dagger glowed with a silver soft light, and the sticky brown twig seemed to retreat on its own, not like the laborious cutting of a long sword, and the light one broke and retreated before it could be touched.

Robert's head is finally revealed. His body twitched slightly, and his face showed a slightly painful expression, as if he was about to wake up, and his eyelids trembled slightly. Sunshadow stood up and stood aside. Knock out the branches that are still attacking him and starting to attack Robert.