The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon.

Chapter 179 The Magic Mirror and the Death Rune

"Who!"

Frightened by the sudden sound, Ron's scales jumped up, and his body retreated violently.

He frowned and looked towards the place where the voice came from:

It was an ordinary rectangular wooden table with an oval ordinary mirror inlaid on it, and some meaningless graffiti papers that seemed to be drawn randomly were scattered on the table.

Ron remembered that Death had just been brushing her hair there.

"Who's talking?"

Ron yelled again, and the uneasy voice echoed in the empty room.

Since coming to the Realm of the Dead, Ron's perception has been suppressed within a very small range, unlike when he was on the main plane, he could perceive the general situation within a range of [-] meters with a single thought.

and system identification.
It lived up to expectations and dropped the chain again at a critical moment, and it has never made a sound since it came here.

Ron could sense the existence of the system in the spiritual sea, but he couldn't activate any functions, even the most basic viewing panel, as if the computer had crashed!
"I am here."

An ethereal female voice sounded again.

This time Ron finally found the thing that made the sound.

He walked to the wooden table and looked at the ordinary mirror suspiciously.

"A mirror talking?"

Ron frowned and said to himself.

Ron in the mirror did exactly the same.

No matter how you look at it, there is no magic circle engraved on this surface, and the mirror made of ordinary glass does not have any conditions for speaking.

It is just an ordinary mirror.

"You can see me by concentrating the power of protection on your eyes."

The voice suddenly spoke again.

There are no magic fluctuations, no divine power fluctuations, not even sound waves!
The distance between Ron and the mirror was less than one meter, but he couldn't find out how this guy made the sound.

After thinking for a while, Ron still tried to gather the emerald green guardian power into his eyes.

He was really curious about this strange talking mirror.

Most importantly, he still doesn't know how to leave the Realm of the Dead.
Otherwise, it doesn't matter if you can speak or not, Ron would have already slipped away.

Under the continuous infusion of the power of protection.

The static guardian runes in Ron's pupils slowly emitted a dazzling light.

In an instant, as if a fog had been lifted, Ron's vision changed wonderfully.

Everything in front of me seems to have not changed, and it seems that everything has changed.

Ron had experienced this feeling before in the time gap, it was a feeling of seeing through all illusory from the perspective of God.

If Ron realized something, he murmured in his heart:

"Is this true vision? No wonder Tina was able to see through my ability to be invisible before."

Then he turned his gaze to the mirror on the wooden table.

Ron was surprised to find that his figure in the mirror began to slowly dissipate, replaced by a petite figure 3 sitting on the ground.

A little girl with white hair and black eyes appeared in the mirror!
"Who are you? Why are you in the mirror? How do you know the power of protection? Why don't you let me go?"

Without thinking too much, Ron threw a series of questions at the figure in the mirror like a cannonball.

He also belongs to the mentality of being barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes.

Anyway, they are all at the house of the Goddess of Death, so could there be a worse situation?

I am not afraid of death, there seems to be nothing to be afraid of in this world~~
"I am death."

The little girl in the mirror spoke amazingly, and just one sentence made Ron's eyes widen.

"Sorry, what did you say? I didn't catch it."

Ron frowned and looked at the little white-haired girl in the mirror.

"I say, I am death."

Seeing that he seemed a little confused, the little girl patiently explained again.

"You said you were death? The one who just went out"

Ron thought carefully and looked at the person in the mirror with disbelief.

Sitting in the center of the mirror, the little girl who claimed to be "Death" was wearing a tattered black cloth robe.

The clothes had been beaten by wind and rain for countless times, and they were already a little rough, and even had many holes.

Through the holes in the black robe, it can be seen that she is not wearing anything underneath, but sitting in the mirror wearing a thin black rag.

Her hair was all white and curled gently around her head like a snowflake in the Nutcracker.

Her eyes were black as pitch-black marble, and when she lowered her head, a strand of hair covering them slid down, revealing her shallow eyebrows and slightly sunken eyes.

Looking at the face that was 6 points similar to the goddess of death, Ron subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva that did not exist, and asked tremblingly:

"You said you were death, but what about the one who looked in the mirror just now?"

"Well"

The little white-haired girl stretched out her hand and scratched her head, as if she was distressed and didn't know how to answer this question.

Ron noticed that the "Little Death" in the mirror had two heavy iron chains on his wrists, and a small bead dangling from the middle of the chains, which looked like a prayer item in a church or a pendulum in hell. Penalties.

Other than that, she didn't have any decorations on her body, she was just an inconspicuous little girl.

"Well, she's dead too."

The little white-haired girl thought for a while, and gave an answer that Ron didn't expect.

"??? Are you kidding me?"

The corner of Ron's mouth twitched, suspecting that he had been tricked.

Could this little girl be the projection of the goddess of death, deliberately teasing me?
The little girl with white hair seemed to see Ron's doubts.

She put her hands on the ground and climbed up with difficulty. The sound of the iron chains rattling and colliding echoed in the room.

"This is."

Ron just found out.

Not only were the girl's hands bound, but even her feet were firmly locked by black chains and shackles.

The little white-haired girl's body was very thin, like a bird that had been forgotten to be fed, she stood up tremblingly in the mirror.

She didn't wear shoes on her feet, and she was barefoot on the ground. Those feet seemed to have experienced countless winds and rains, and they had become extremely rough, and some nails were cracked.

Thick shackles that were the size of an adult's fist protruded from the void, and shackled the girl's limbs, leaving behind a series of hideous red marks.

It was like the scene of child abuse in some horror movie.

"you"

Before Ron could finish speaking, the little white-haired girl made an astonishing move.

She bent down and gently lifted the black robe, revealing her snow-white body.

"Are you like this? Isn't it good?"

"We just met for the first time, so don't be so hospitable."

Ron covered his eyes with one hand, and muttered, "See no evil, God 404, don't come to me."

But the space between his fingers could fit a basketball.

The little white-haired girl didn't seem to feel any problem doing so.

Pointing to the strange mark in the center of the collarbone, she explained to Ron slowly:

"I am the death of the past, and she is the death of the present. Do you understand that?"

Ron followed her fingertips to look.

Ignoring the other mosaic images, Ron stared straight at the black rune imprint emerging from the girl's chest.

"This is the death rune?"

Look at the familiar pattern that shone with a gloomy black light.

Ron instantly thought of the rune representing death among the twelve mysterious runes left by Io.

Just glanced at it, and Ron was deeply immersed in the mysterious black runes, surrounded by countless breaths of death and life.

It is different from the mild guardian rune power.

The power of this rune representing death is quite strange.

Ron was drawn by the power of the rune of death, and was drawn into the illusion in the blink of an eye.

Layers of black mist dissipated, and the scene that came into view made him dumbfounded, and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

In the silent void, huge creatures floated.

No stars, no life, no gods.
There are only corpses in the entire void!Corpse!Still a corpse!

Dragon God, Titan, Demon God, God.
Countless huge corpses that stand shoulder to shoulder with the galaxy are stacked together, and almost all gods of the gods can be found in it!
Tamara, The Storm Titan, Demo Gogan, Angress, Corellon
God's Blood, Demon's Blood, Dragon's Blood
Blood of different colors converged into a river, spanning the starry sky and flowing in the universe.

Their deaths seem to have gathered here.

The corpses were of different sizes, some were taller than mountains, while others were ordinary people's corpses.

These bodies were all destroyed beyond recognition, some were broken into pieces, some were burned to ashes, and some were intact.

On top of the endless mountain of corpses, a young figure stood quietly.

It was a little girl who looked like 7 or 8 years old.

The whole space was filled with the breath of death, filled with a strong rancid smell.

But this little girl was wearing a tattered black cloth robe and stepped on the god's head spotlessly, with her thin hands hanging down naturally.

On the pale face, two black pupils shone like shining stones.

That spotless snow-white hair was so incompatible with the surrounding mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Ron could feel that the girl's aura was very strange, and he had never seen the power she possessed.

She was out of tune with the surrounding environment, as if from another world, but Ron felt very kind.

She turned her back to Ron and looked up at the sky.

The void is dark and solemn.

It seems that the endless winter is coming, depressing the whole world and making people shudder.

On the mountain of corpses, the corpses of countless gods were blackened and rotting, emitting a suffocating stench.

In the dark, a vast will set its sights on this universe.

In this multiverse of death, a powerful will scans all the corpses, watching the little girl.

This will is hazy and vast, obviously coming from an indescribable existence.

His voice is calm and full of strength
"Only by continuing to move forward can you stand on the top of the world and take your own step."

The two words in the middle of this sentence seemed to be muted, and Ron couldn't hear it no matter how hard he tried.

The little girl still didn't say a word, just staring at the sky silently, as if thinking about something.

After a while, that powerful will finally spoke again:
"Really? Even so, do you still choose him?"

"kindness."

She turned her head, stood above all living beings, and made her own choice without hesitation.

It wasn't until then that Ron saw the girl's face clearly.

Ron stared dumbfounded at the figure standing on the mountain of corpses.

Who else could that familiar face be except the goddess of death?
Her thin body seemed to bear the weight of the entire universe.

She expressed her decision to that will, firmly declaring her position.

The moment she made a choice.

Heaven and earth lose color!

The infinite multiverse seems to have collapsed, shrinking wildly towards the girl in the center of the universe.

The power of death also filled the whole world in an instant, as if it was fighting against that power.

Just at the moment when the two sides were about to collide.

suddenly!

The guardian rune in Ron's heart shook instantly,
Emerald green ripples interrupted that wondrous, indescribable feeling.

All illusions are shattered in an instant.

"I said, are you listening to me?"

Lolita stood in the mirror, looking at Ron in a daze with displeasure.

Ron, who came back to his senses, looked at the little white-haired girl in the mirror in a daze.

I have seen the scene in the illusion.

Ron seemed to understand a little bit, but also seemed a little confused.

The death rune seemed to be secretly trying to express something to him in this way, but due to some kind of power in the dark, he didn't even dare to tell him the specific name, so he could only use silencer instead.

And, if this scene is real,
Why do so many gods die in fantasy, but reality still exists?

What decision did that little girl make?
What is that will?
Which of them won?

Ron felt that his doubts did not decrease, but increased.

The little girl in the mirror doesn't seem to know about the death vision.

Seeing that Ron still didn't seem to understand, she shook her head and stopped explaining the matter.

She put down her clothes slowly, and said expressionlessly:

"As for the reason why you don't leave."

"Because I hope you can accompany death."

"Which one died?"

After the illusion built by the death rune, Ron is really a little confused who this is talking about.

Just when he was about to continue asking.

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded behind Ron, interrupting their conversation.

"Tea here~~"

Hearing this familiar voice, Ron froze and his hairs stood on end.

An unspeakable sense of fear suddenly covered his whole body.

Ron turned his head stiffly and slowly.

really
The goddess of death, Yujie, who was in excellent shape, was standing behind him with a smile on her face, holding two teacups with ceramic texture in her hands.

Looking at the white misty liquid wriggling in the teacup from time to time,
Ron swallowed subconsciously, and then showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

"Sister Death, can you knock on the door next time you come in?"

(End of this chapter)