Don't confiscate my citizenship

His interesting smile seemed to be mocking the magic of Fallen Lord's "Falling Gentle Country" itself.

Kaliera felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave when she heard Ulises's calm words.

The tenth ancestor, Marquis Ulisses, chuckled and raised his hand to touch the front, and the thin barrier in the palace was instantly disintegrated.

"Choose, Kaliela. Wait for me to get to you and kill you, or let go of control now and abandon these big demons. Maybe you can survive the explosion and run away."

Marquis Ulises asked calmly.

This is a mind game.

For Kaliela, if he chooses the former, all the big demons will die, but if he chooses the latter, at least Kaliela himself has hope of surviving.

"Then let's see if you break through the barrier faster, or if the big demon wakes up first."

Kaliela lowered his head, the back of his hands trembled slightly, and tried to keep his voice as calm as possible.

She knew that Ulisses, the tenth ancestor, wanted her to be shaken and give up the possibility that "some demon could wake up before he arrived."

"Oh, what a stubborn female demon."

Ulises commented helplessly on Kaliera.

Slowly, he looked up to the left side of the seat, where a small wolf demon sat.

Originally, he planned to let the fourth ancestor Eduardo successfully self-destruct.

But now, he changed his mind. If possible, he would take this little wolf girl away who was clumsily disguised as a demon.

She has the most outstanding bloodline, and starting to cultivate slave wolves from her is an excellent strategic point for their bloodline.

Outside the movie.

"Can someone help Caliera?"

Hyperion whispered to herself anxiously.

She discovered that the little wolf girl that Ulisses, the tenth ancestor, had just targeted was her Sigre.

In real history, the Vampire Clan had no demon princess to capture, and Sigre became the target of the Vampire Clan again!

Suddenly, Hyperion noticed a familiar yet unfamiliar figure sitting next to Sigre on the screen, where the demons were sitting.

Making her eyes widen.

That's a glow demon.

His horns seemed to be white jade-like exoskeletons, but they were full of cracks and dull.

Unlike Lan Qi, his hair is white and tied loosely on his shoulders.

He lowered his head, as if he had fallen deeply into a dream and could not wake up.

Chapter 609: Lan Qi and Hyperion’s Shadow Weaving Record (Part )

The interference and echo caused by the violent ninth-level magic power caused the entire film and television viewing angle to tremble.

Originally, Kaliela was still praying that a big demon would wake up first and help her seal off the fourth ancestor Eduardo, but now it has become extremely critical.

And Kaliela just noticed that the tenth ancestor Ulises wanted the little wolf girl more than helping the fourth ancestor Eduardo blow up the Demon King's City.

A war that turmoils the entire northern and southern continents is destined. The more the vampire wants something, the less she can give it to them.

But now, the Fallen Lord Kaliela can't find any big demons who are expected to break away from the land of gentleness.

The only thing she was sure of was that the little wolf girl was deeply trapped in the dream, and the Wenrou Township had given her a lot of magic power.

And this is just a drop in the ocean compared to the seventh-level ultimate glow demon next to the little wolf girl.

This couldn't help but Luo Qing subconsciously glanced at the glowing demon next to the little wolf girl, and what the dream was like.

In just an instant, Qing Luo was immersed in a whole new world, and unstable ripples rippled in the surrounding space.

When the movie screen that Lan Qi and Hyperion saw came back on, it was no longer the scene in the Regent Hall of Nekalis Palace.

Calliera stood beside a church like a transparent ghost.

The world's ever-changing skies present ever-changing colors, from the soft pink and blue of dawn to the golden red of dusk.

No matter how fast or slow time passes, the climate is always mild and pleasant, the sun shines through the light clouds, and the breeze lifts the fragrance of flowers and fresh air.

The owner of this dreamland is at the end of the church.

He was no longer the white-haired glow demon in the palace, but a high-spirited black-haired human youth who looked about thirty years old.

His hair was combed meticulously, exposing his ears, and there was a faint light reflected on the earrings.

The young man with black hair and green eyes looked around in confusion.

He was standing under the magnificent dome of St. Trike's Cathedral in his hometown of Horning Empire.

The statues and murals of gods seem to have descended from the sky, quietly blessing the people below.

There is a holy atmosphere in the air, and every piece of ancient-style decoration bears witness to time. It intersects with the pure white and pale gold flowers along the walls and arches, weaving a dreamy corridor.

The young man seemed confused and didn't know why he was standing here.

"Lancros."

Until, a light voice sounded behind him, calling his name.

He turned around.

The crosses, various light and shadow paintings on the walls tens of meters high, and the colorful glass windows refract the sunlight into countless light particles, which lightly sprinkle on those white-gold petals.

A silver-haired woman was wearing a dress she would never wear normally, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands.

She had a slight smile on her face.

The thin skirt on her body was pure white and flawless, and the light and gorgeous skirt slowly floated on the carpet.

The white-gold flowers are softer under the breeze, exuding an elegant and charming fragrance.

The end of the flower path.

She just stood there.

"..."

He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the figure in the wedding dress, and then remained motionless.

This moment feels like forever.

"Sorry for the waitting."

she said with a smile.

Only then did the black-haired young man realize that the church was already full of people, and the rows of seats were filled with relatives, friends, and comrades he thought he would never see again.

The black-haired young man suddenly did not dare to talk to the people in front of him in the church. He was afraid that he would not be able to distinguish between dreams and reality, and it would suddenly turn into a nightmare, causing him to lose this intense and stable happiness again.

It was so beautiful that he almost forgot about everything.

"No, that's not right."

His lips and teeth trembled as he thought.

It seemed like a nightmare. He dreamed of a world where life was worse than death. His hometown, his relatives, and his friends all ceased to exist.

A wedding with Miss Witch?

He could no longer tell which side was the dream.

Sometimes the impression of the dream is so deep that he cannot tell whether it is a memory of a real experience or a trace left in a dream that night.

finally.

He only felt that his eyes were sore, and he ran forward and hugged Miss Witch as if his body was out of control.

"I really miss you and have so much to tell you."

Ignoring the cheers and shouts from relatives and friends in the church, he just hugged Miss Witch tightly and said to her.

No matter how loud the noise is, it seems that the two of them cannot be separated.

Even Kaliela, who turned into a transparent ghost and watched from the side, could only sigh.

This church in the dream is probably a cemetery in reality.

No one missed by the Glow Demon is still alive.

It’s not that he’s in such deep trouble, he just has nothing in reality.

But just as Kaliera was about to leave.

Caliella suddenly stopped again.

Because she saw——

The witch lady was stunned at first, then slowly raised her hand and placed it on the back of the black-haired young man.

Her smile was a little doting, but also a little sad and helpless.

"Wake up."

The witch lady said reluctantly to the black-haired young man.

"What did you say...?"

The black-haired young man's voice was stiff, as if he understood something, but also as if he didn't understand at all.

"This is a dream, a dream that you are destined to be unable to realize but cannot extricate yourself from. If you continue to stay here, your soul will melt."

The witch lady spoke softly in his ear.

"No, no, this is even more impossible. If this was a dream that tricked me into falling, why did you chase me away?"

he asked with a trembling voice.

"Even if I die, I will protect you as promised."

Miss Witch continued, raising her hand to caress his earrings,

"Remember, Lanclos, I was already in that late autumn sixteen years ago..."