Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

Chapter 373 Spiritual Breath

The lady wearing a black palace dress looked back slowly and charmingly. Her dark gray eyes were bright and hidden with sadness, which made people want to pity her. However, her words did not contain any emotion:

"Why hasn't Ya Lina followed?"

"Withstanding the original will, her already bad state will decline again. What's more, there was a divine punishment coming from the storm at that time."

Caterina Pellet, who was wearing a holy white robe, said in a calm tone.

"It's really miserable. I hope the next time I hear her name, we won't be asked to recycle her characteristics."

The lady in a black palace dress' sighing words were mixed with unabashed schadenfreude, and she seemed to be happy to see the miserable experience of her companion.

Catalina neither agreed nor objected to her words, she just walked slowly forward in this dark and unreal mirror world.

After a while, they walked out of this illusory road and stepped into the mirror world in another area. The surrounding environment suddenly became brighter, and layers of rich colors replaced the deep darkness around them.

".Spirit world!.When?"

A flash of astonishment flashed across Catalina's eyes. As she looked around, her eyes fell behind her on the place where she just walked out.

There stands a bronze door that fades away quickly, is covered with mysterious patterns, and is filled with an indescribable smell. On the inside of the door is a dark and unreal mirror world.

With the disappearance of this bronze door, the mirror world and the spiritual world were once again disconnected.

The roots of Katarina's hair that was scattered freely behind her were twisted, swollen and fluttering, and they were intertwined like little snakes dancing in the air.

There were jet-black illusory flames flying around the beautiful woman wearing a black palace dress, floating gently with the hem of her skirt, like an extension of the black palace dress on her body.

Just as soon as there was movement, woo~woo! The sound exploded in their ears, and an inexplicable, violent wind surged around them, which seemed to come from reality, but also seemed to come from illusion.

The wind blew from all directions with various strong or depressed wills. Catalina and the lady in the black palace dress trembled uncontrollably, as if something extremely terrifying had befallen them, and their bodies , mind and spirit are all in a state of uncontrollability.

An invisible transparent breath suddenly penetrated the spiritual world and fell on them, directly stimulating and hurting their mental and spiritual bodies.

Their bodies instantly stiffened as if struck by lightning, their spirits were torn, their spiritual bodies seemed to be pierced, and they were unable to even scream in pain.

The black illusory flames were constantly swaying, then suddenly extinguished, and the dark snake shapes dancing in the air also twisted, as if consciousness that was not their own was born, and began to entangle and attack each other.

There are all kinds of thoughts in their minds, sometimes they are impulsive, sometimes they retreat, sometimes they are brave, sometimes they are afraid.

These complicated thoughts prevent them from making correct judgments and actions. At the same time, their souls are contaminated with various thoughts that seem to come from the heart, creating a strong self-destructive tendency and wanting to tear or destroy them right now. itself.

In the sea of ​​collective subconscious that cannot be observed by the naked eye, a terrifying storm of fear and panic takes shape in an instant.

The nearby "sea surface" is constantly surging with huge waves, filled with layers of light and shadow, carrying various complex and chaotic consciousnesses that hit the islands of consciousness of the two immortal witches again and again, effectively destroying their spiritual barriers and combining fear and Panic filled their hearts forcefully.

Catalina only felt that every organ in her body seemed to have its own thoughts, and they each responded differently, even mutually exclusive and hostile to each other.

"...Audience." She opened her mouth slightly and murmured. Her eyes were slightly absent-minded, and there seemed to be layers of illusions in front of her eyes.

It was a magnificent and strange building, suspended high in the sky, with gray and white stone pillars full of strange patterns standing there. It looked like a temple or a palace, surrounded by white clouds and mist.

In the mist, a huge figure would streak across from time to time. They had huge wings shaped like bat wings, like giant dragons in myths and legends.

"Is this a dream?"

Catalina murmured, and illusory black flames quickly sprang up around her, expanding outward along the invisible transparent threads, forming an exaggerated "spider web" surrounded by black flames.

These "cobwebs" were not stable, they were constantly shaking and trembling, just like her emotions, which were extremely unstable and could collapse at any time.

Her island of consciousness and spiritual world were suffering from severe erosion and infection. This was the beginning of the spread of the plague hidden in the spiritual storm.

The strong self-destructive tendency made her tremble uncontrollably. The transparent threads around her broke one after another, and the dark flames flickered out and then sprang up again and again. Catalina collapsed and fell to the ground. She squeezed her head hard with both hands. It seemed that only the severe pain could make her feel at ease.

At the moment when her spirit was about to collapse, a huge, warm, and indescribable consciousness came over her.

The plagues that were raging on the island of consciousness and the spiritual world seemed to have met their true master, surrendered instantly, and tried to reversely infect the ancient dragon who created them.

“Plagues and viruses are within my authority.”

A voice that sounded like charm, like whispering, like mocking echoed in this dreamland.

This voice made Catalina regain some composure. She finally saw clearly the environment she was in and Clarice who had been standing next to her.

She recalled the fight between herself and her attempt to break through the limitations of the dream. It was clearly an attack between the two of her.

What a terrifying audience. From the very beginning, before we knew it or even entered the spiritual world, we had already entered His trap. This must be an angel, the angel of the audience!

As her thoughts swirled around her, she saw the surrounding clouds dissipate, and a majestic figure came into view.

It was a gray-white giant dragon with light golden eyes and vertical pupils, which was extremely majestic. The moment he appeared, it seemed that the entire sky was crawling at his feet.

The dragon king who once ruled the sky is a myth from ancient times, the "Dragon of Fantasy" Angelweed.

This thought emerged uncontrollably in the minds of Catalina and Clarisse, and they subconsciously wanted to look at this figure that only existed in myths and legends.

His surface is covered with a thick layer of gray-white scales, and the scales are engraved with complex and three-dimensional mysterious symbols one after another. They extend into the flesh and blood and extend out into the surrounding void, as if intertwined into something that does not belong to the real world. .

Just by looking at it, their minds became confused, their thoughts became uncontrollably distorted, and all kinds of thoughts that had just been suppressed began to grow in their hearts again, and a strong, destructive impulse swept through their minds.

"Don't look, don't listen."

"This is all false and does not need to be believed."

A soft voice echoed in their ears, like a loving mother's instructions to her children.

The various thoughts that were constantly growing in their hearts were suppressed by an incomparably grand and indescribable will.

This consciousness seems to come from themselves and is higher than themselves. It skillfully and forcefully directly crushes and crushes the consciousness and emotions that are caused by pollution.

"Gu Long. Why do you want to intervene?"

This coming consciousness seemed to want to negotiate, but what responded to him was the emergence of another figure.

This is another giant dragon. Different from the gray one seen by the audience, it has brass-colored scales with many complicated and strange lines on them, like solidified mercury.

Compared to the spiritual dragon, his figure is slender and lighter. His pupils were filled with light blue light, appearing cold and rational, full of wisdom.

As the figure of the giant dragon emerged, a little bit of brassy light emerged around it, moving quickly, outlining one mysterious symbol after another.

"Dragon of Wisdom?"

The consciousness that descended on this dreamland, on Catalina and Clarisse, hesitated, and His voice was filled with doubts and questions.

After a moment, the giant brass dragon's eyes moved slightly and seemed to become more agile. The aura of madness, destruction, ominousness, and disaster spread along his body, instantly filling the entire dream, as if it was about to engulf the entire dream. The dream world is enclosed within oneself.

(End of this chapter)