Chapter 132: The Dream of the Holy Nun (XXII)
To be or not to be?
This is really a simple choice.
But at that moment, this choice was extremely difficult.
Qi Leren slowly closed his eyes. He couldn’t reveal his emotions. At this moment, his heart was beating so fast that an emotion that could be called ecstasy surged in his mind.
He had a great opportunity.
Originally he didn’t even have one in ten thousand possibilities, but now, he did.
He needed acting ability, 200% acting ability, just like when he played Red.
Qi Leren took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.
Those brown eyes revealed the human struggle. He moved his lips, as if he wanted to question Su He about why he did this, but in the end the bitter accusations all turned into a trembling in his eyes. His eyes, his expression, and his shaking fingertips were filled with the desire to live.
For a moment, Su He almost thought he was going to give in, but he shivered suddenly, took a step back, and looked at the closed stone door. He seemed ashamed of his weak will, so he wanted to look in the direction he had come, wanted to escape and ask for help, but he knew that he couldn’t escape his fate. Finally, he only turned around in despair, shame, and helplessness, and looked at Su He again.
They stared at each other for a long time. The Devil’s scarlet eyes were only interested in observing the human, while the observed humans had too many emotions, from resistance to struggle, from hesitation to compromise, and finally it turned into deep despair and he began to cry.
Those beautiful brown eyes closed, and when they opened again there was only an empty desire to live.
The Devil smiled and looked at him with encouragement, but he stopped looking at the Devil. He was still suffering for his weakness, so he didn’t dare to look at him.
Trembling, he took the first step towards his journey.
Descent begins with this small step.
After this step, there was numbness, compromise, and submission.
He had come to the Devil King, quietly looking at the goblet filled with the Devil’s blood in his hand. If he drank this cup of the Devil’s blood he could gain great power, but at the same time would degenerate into a demon.
The human being lured by the Devil King took the goblet with both hands. The blood in the goblet was like wine. He stared at the red liquid his Adam’s apple rolled.
The Devil smiled.
The goblet tilted, the glass pressed on his lips, and the bright red liquid was about to catch his lips, but another transparent liquid rolled down from his eyes first. The humble man’s brown eyes gazed at the Devil, wept silently, and silently swallowed the temptation from hell.
The moment the blood flowed into his mouth, the transformation had already started. His brown eyes became scarlet and the devil sigil climbed over his cheek from his earlobe, leaving a thorn-like mark. Black wings sprouted from his back and pierced his clothes. They were as beautiful as a black swan’s, like an angel who had fallen from heaven.
The new demon held the empty goblet in his hand and his blood-red lips parted slightly, looking at his master.
“You look like an naive and innocent lover, beautiful but so enjoyable to see destroyed.” The Devil King leaned down, kissed the forehead of his beloved demon in reward, and whispered softly, “From today on, your name is ‘Depravity’.”
The devil’s blood slipped from the new “fallen’s” lips, and the viscous scarlet liquid flowed down his chin and fell to the earth.
At the moment when the blood fell to the ground, a violent explosion engulfed the two people who stood opposite each other, and they vanished in an instant.
&&&
In the scenes where reality and illusion were interweaved, countless illusions passed by the two people pitted in combat - demons crawling in the lava of hell growled, blazing angels falling from heaven prayed, and the holy light and the demonic energy intertwined together, overturning large areas of trees and even distorting this space, making the two people fighting seem to be in another time and space.
The land under the Witch of Jealousy’s feet had turned into a burning hell where countless demons hatched from evil and were shot through by the unreal blazing angels one by one. The witch looked at Ning Zhou with red eyes hidden behind he black veiled hat, with a smile on her mouth: “Are you in a hurry? Are you worried? Is it for Qi Leren? I remember him. He gave me my sister’s things in the underground palace. He is really a kind and good man. I should thank him…”
“He has a pair of beautiful eyes, brown, but my Lord thinks red eyes are more suitable for him.” The Witch of Jealousy’s scarlet eyes flashed, maliciousness pouring out from her painted red lips, “As long as they drink the blood given by my Lord, ordinary human beings can easily become demons just like me and get unimaginable power. You see, you’ve been studying hard in the Holy See for so many years, but I’m tied with you. No one can refuse the temptation of strength, no one.
"He’s going to betray you, poor knight, he’s going to betray you!” The witch laughed madly, shrill laughter with hysteria.
Ning Zhou, who was intercepted by another demon, waved off the giant demon and landed lightly on a rock in the hellish lava. He said coldly to the witch, “You’re jealous.”
The witch’s laughter came to an abrupt end and the smile that died on her mouth slowly turned into anger: “What do you know?”
At this moment, the Witch of Jealousy perfectly interpreted the appearance of jealousy. She stepped forward on the lava and said sharply in a distorted voice: “You don’t know anything! I was so careful, so I walked on the edge of the cliff with every step and climbed out of hell little by little, just to see him again. I tried my best to reach what I am today, but it happened that some people are so lucky that they could easily ascend to heaven. He likes him, praises him, seduces him… Why, why is my Lord so fond of him?!”
The witch’s anger triggered the illusion of hell and the lava turned into flames and shot at Ning Zhou. The two knives in Ning Zhou’s hands crossed and he stood in front of her, but he rushed past regardless - the magma was split by holy light and his sharp knives passed through the furious lava and appeared in front of Isabel.
The angry witch smiled grimly and raised her sword to stab him.
The angels and demons in the false image collided together and a magnificent disillusionment broke out from them.
Suddenly the boiling magma died down, the shaking earth died down, and even the surging night wind died down.
Among the hills where the Vatican was located, there were only sacred songs and music coming as if from nowhere under the bright starry sky, compassionate and holy.
Blood flowed down the tip of the thin sword, trickling into the fertile soil, and the two people who were so close that there was almost no distance between them stood motionless, then suddenly separated.
The thin sword had pierced Ning Zhou’s abdomen, but the short knives had penetrated the witch’s chest.
More and more blood flowed down.
Isabel’s black veiled hat had fallen to the ground, revealing her dim scarlet eyes. Covering her chest, blood streaming through her fingertips from her beating heart.
She seemed shocked, but the surprise gradually turned into self-mockery and loneliness. A gust of wind blew and she slowly fell down, looking at the night sky with her eyes empty.
"It’s too late…” the Witch of Jealousy murmured. “Even if you go there, it’s too late. He doesn’t belong to you… You’ve lost him…”
Ning Zhou stepped forward and came to her. Blood flowed out from his abdominal wound, but he didn’t feel it.
Blood was trickling from Isabel’s mouth. She looked him in the eye and asked dreamily, “Do you know the taste of jealousy?”
The bloody knife hung over her head, and the blood trickled down the blade and fell on her forehead.
The witch looked into his eyes and showed an understanding smile: “Ah, that’s the taste.”
The knife fell and pierced the witch’s head, and her demon crystal was broken in the holy light.
The demons condensed from rocks disintegrated, and the illusion of the dying demons screamed silently and dissipated in the night sky. The space dominated by the witch was gradually restored to be in line with reality. The ghostly angels stayed in the void for a while, bowed to the broken church on the top of the hill, and then disappeared into the night of the new moon.
Ning Zhou coughed softly, but the movement of the lungs disturbed his abdominal wound, making the blood flow faster. He leaned partially against a half-fallen tree, took a deep breath, and bandaged himself with a straight face.
After only doing the simplest medical treatment, and even having no time to clean up the demon energy that had infected his body through the wound, Ning Zhou hastily put on his clothes and ran towards the church on the top of the hill.
White gauze was quickly dyed red, but Ning Zhou’s training had accustomed him to being injured and he numbly adapted to this degree of pain. He had to go quickly, quickly…
There was an earth-shattering noise and the church on the top of the hill began crumbling.
Ningzhou’s footsteps stopped, and his heartbeat seemed to stop with the explosion.
As his chest stuttered, blood gas rolled up from the depths of the throat and Ning Zhou spat out one mouthful of stagnated blood. The pain that he should have been used to was overpowered by the feeling of his heart breaking. He wiped the blood from his mouth, dyeing the silver cross embroidery on his gloves red with blood.
God, if I am guilty, please let all the harsh punishments come on me, even if I have to pay for it in hell for all eternity.
Please, bless him and let him be safe.
—–
The author has something to say:
Although the author thinks that the plot is quite clear, there are still many girls who don’t understand it. Simply put: Su He is the Devil of Fraud, male (three years ago, he appeared in the appearance of a woman during the Witchcraft Sacrifice). His status has changed from before, but he was originally a player. There are witches and demons like Isabel under his hand, and there will be other devils/witches acting under others outside. The master of the Witch of Nightmares (the little girl who was like Maria) is not the Devil of Fraud, but the old Devil.
The Nightmare World is equivalent to another real alien world. It is not surprising for either NPCs or human beings to become Devil Kings. For example, it is also possible for someone to aspire to the Holy See and become the Pope after decades of hard work (provided that they are not dead).
At the same level as Su He, there are also the Devil King of Power and the Devil King of Slaughter. The relationship between these three people is not peaceful, and we will talk about it later; It was not them who were killed by Maria, Ning Zhou’s mother. It was the old Devil who led the demons to invade the underworld for the first time more than 20 years ago. After he died, it was peaceful for more than 10 years. Three years ago, the text began, and three new Devil Kings led the demons to invade the human world for the second time.
Is it clear =v=
Chapter 132: The Dream of the Holy Nun (XXII)
To be or not to be?
This is really a simple choice.
But at that moment, this choice was extremely difficult.
Qi Leren slowly closed his eyes. He couldn’t reveal his emotions. At this moment, his heart was beating so fast that an emotion that could be called ecstasy surged in his mind.
He had a great opportunity.
Originally he didn’t even have one in ten thousand possibilities, but now, he did.
He needed acting ability, 200% acting ability, just like when he played Red.
Qi Leren took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.
Those brown eyes revealed the human struggle. He moved his lips, as if he wanted to question Su He about why he did this, but in the end the bitter accusations all turned into a trembling in his eyes. His eyes, his expression, and his shaking fingertips were filled with the desire to live.
For a moment, Su He almost thought he was going to give in, but he shivered suddenly, took a step back, and looked at the closed stone door. He seemed ashamed of his weak will, so he wanted to look in the direction he had come, wanted to escape and ask for help, but he knew that he couldn’t escape his fate. Finally, he only turned around in despair, shame, and helplessness, and looked at Su He again.
They stared at each other for a long time. The Devil’s scarlet eyes were only interested in observing the human, while the observed humans had too many emotions, from resistance to struggle, from hesitation to compromise, and finally it turned into deep despair and he began to cry.
Those beautiful brown eyes closed, and when they opened again there was only an empty desire to live.
The Devil smiled and looked at him with encouragement, but he stopped looking at the Devil. He was still suffering for his weakness, so he didn’t dare to look at him.
Trembling, he took the first step towards his journey.
Descent begins with this small step.
After this step, there was numbness, compromise, and submission.
He had come to the Devil King, quietly looking at the goblet filled with the Devil’s blood in his hand. If he drank this cup of the Devil’s blood he could gain great power, but at the same time would degenerate into a demon.
The human being lured by the Devil King took the goblet with both hands. The blood in the goblet was like wine. He stared at the red liquid his Adam’s apple rolled.
The Devil smiled.
The goblet tilted, the glass pressed on his lips, and the bright red liquid was about to catch his lips, but another transparent liquid rolled down from his eyes first. The humble man’s brown eyes gazed at the Devil, wept silently, and silently swallowed the temptation from hell.
The moment the blood flowed into his mouth, the transformation had already started. His brown eyes became scarlet and the devil sigil climbed over his cheek from his earlobe, leaving a thorn-like mark. Black wings sprouted from his back and pierced his clothes. They were as beautiful as a black swan’s, like an angel who had fallen from heaven.
The new demon held the empty goblet in his hand and his blood-red lips parted slightly, looking at his master.
“You look like an naive and innocent lover, beautiful but so enjoyable to see destroyed.” The Devil King leaned down, kissed the forehead of his beloved demon in reward, and whispered softly, “From today on, your name is ‘Depravity’.”
The devil’s blood slipped from the new “fallen’s” lips, and the viscous scarlet liquid flowed down his chin and fell to the earth.
At the moment when the blood fell to the ground, a violent explosion engulfed the two people who stood opposite each other, and they vanished in an instant.
&&&
In the scenes where reality and illusion were interweaved, countless illusions passed by the two people pitted in combat - demons crawling in the lava of hell growled, blazing angels falling from heaven prayed, and the holy light and the demonic energy intertwined together, overturning large areas of trees and even distorting this space, making the two people fighting seem to be in another time and space.
The land under the Witch of Jealousy’s feet had turned into a burning hell where countless demons hatched from evil and were shot through by the unreal blazing angels one by one. The witch looked at Ning Zhou with red eyes hidden behind he black veiled hat, with a smile on her mouth: “Are you in a hurry? Are you worried? Is it for Qi Leren? I remember him. He gave me my sister’s things in the underground palace. He is really a kind and good man. I should thank him…”
“He has a pair of beautiful eyes, brown, but my Lord thinks red eyes are more suitable for him.” The Witch of Jealousy’s scarlet eyes flashed, maliciousness pouring out from her painted red lips, “As long as they drink the blood given by my Lord, ordinary human beings can easily become demons just like me and get unimaginable power. You see, you’ve been studying hard in the Holy See for so many years, but I’m tied with you. No one can refuse the temptation of strength, no one.
"He’s going to betray you, poor knight, he’s going to betray you!” The witch laughed madly, shrill laughter with hysteria.
Ning Zhou, who was intercepted by another demon, waved off the giant demon and landed lightly on a rock in the hellish lava. He said coldly to the witch, “You’re jealous.”
The witch’s laughter came to an abrupt end and the smile that died on her mouth slowly turned into anger: “What do you know?”
At this moment, the Witch of Jealousy perfectly interpreted the appearance of jealousy. She stepped forward on the lava and said sharply in a distorted voice: “You don’t know anything! I was so careful, so I walked on the edge of the cliff with every step and climbed out of hell little by little, just to see him again. I tried my best to reach what I am today, but it happened that some people are so lucky that they could easily ascend to heaven. He likes him, praises him, seduces him… Why, why is my Lord so fond of him?!”
The witch’s anger triggered the illusion of hell and the lava turned into flames and shot at Ning Zhou. The two knives in Ning Zhou’s hands crossed and he stood in front of her, but he rushed past regardless - the magma was split by holy light and his sharp knives passed through the furious lava and appeared in front of Isabel.
The angry witch smiled grimly and raised her sword to stab him.
The angels and demons in the false image collided together and a magnificent disillusionment broke out from them.
Suddenly the boiling magma died down, the shaking earth died down, and even the surging night wind died down.
Among the hills where the Vatican was located, there were only sacred songs and music coming as if from nowhere under the bright starry sky, compassionate and holy.
Blood flowed down the tip of the thin sword, trickling into the fertile soil, and the two people who were so close that there was almost no distance between them stood motionless, then suddenly separated.
The thin sword had pierced Ning Zhou’s abdomen, but the short knives had penetrated the witch’s chest.
More and more blood flowed down.
Isabel’s black veiled hat had fallen to the ground, revealing her dim scarlet eyes. Covering her chest, blood streaming through her fingertips from her beating heart.
She seemed shocked, but the surprise gradually turned into self-mockery and loneliness. A gust of wind blew and she slowly fell down, looking at the night sky with her eyes empty.
"It’s too late…” the Witch of Jealousy murmured. “Even if you go there, it’s too late. He doesn’t belong to you… You’ve lost him…”
Ning Zhou stepped forward and came to her. Blood flowed out from his abdominal wound, but he didn’t feel it.
Blood was trickling from Isabel’s mouth. She looked him in the eye and asked dreamily, “Do you know the taste of jealousy?”
The bloody knife hung over her head, and the blood trickled down the blade and fell on her forehead.
The witch looked into his eyes and showed an understanding smile: “Ah, that’s the taste.”
The knife fell and pierced the witch’s head, and her demon crystal was broken in the holy light.
The demons condensed from rocks disintegrated, and the illusion of the dying demons screamed silently and dissipated in the night sky. The space dominated by the witch was gradually restored to be in line with reality. The ghostly angels stayed in the void for a while, bowed to the broken church on the top of the hill, and then disappeared into the night of the new moon.
Ning Zhou coughed softly, but the movement of the lungs disturbed his abdominal wound, making the blood flow faster. He leaned partially against a half-fallen tree, took a deep breath, and bandaged himself with a straight face.
After only doing the simplest medical treatment, and even having no time to clean up the demon energy that had infected his body through the wound, Ning Zhou hastily put on his clothes and ran towards the church on the top of the hill.
White gauze was quickly dyed red, but Ning Zhou’s training had accustomed him to being injured and he numbly adapted to this degree of pain. He had to go quickly, quickly…
There was an earth-shattering noise and the church on the top of the hill began crumbling.
Ningzhou’s footsteps stopped, and his heartbeat seemed to stop with the explosion.
As his chest stuttered, blood gas rolled up from the depths of the throat and Ning Zhou spat out one mouthful of stagnated blood. The pain that he should have been used to was overpowered by the feeling of his heart breaking. He wiped the blood from his mouth, dyeing the silver cross embroidery on his gloves red with blood.
God, if I am guilty, please let all the harsh punishments come on me, even if I have to pay for it in hell for all eternity.
Please, bless him and let him be safe.
—–
The author has something to say:
Although the author thinks that the plot is quite clear, there are still many girls who don’t understand it. Simply put: Su He is the Devil of Fraud, male (three years ago, he appeared in the appearance of a woman during the Witchcraft Sacrifice). His status has changed from before, but he was originally a player. There are witches and demons like Isabel under his hand, and there will be other devils/witches acting under others outside. The master of the Witch of Nightmares (the little girl who was like Maria) is not the Devil of Fraud, but the old Devil.
The Nightmare World is equivalent to another real alien world. It is not surprising for either NPCs or human beings to become Devil Kings. For example, it is also possible for someone to aspire to the Holy See and become the Pope after decades of hard work (provided that they are not dead).
At the same level as Su He, there are also the Devil King of Power and the Devil King of Slaughter. The relationship between these three people is not peaceful, and we will talk about it later; It was not them who were killed by Maria, Ning Zhou’s mother. It was the old Devil who led the demons to invade the underworld for the first time more than 20 years ago. After he died, it was peaceful for more than 10 years. Three years ago, the text began, and three new Devil Kings led the demons to invade the human world for the second time.
Is it clear =v=
