In the magic circle of Warehouse No. 6, the magic lines that grew wildly on the wall like vines have been extinguished, leaving only a little light, illuminating this cold place where countless undead are imprisoned.
After the last undead rushed out smelling the breath of the living, the dark grids on the warehouse wall jumped, the wall dust fell, and a white coffin fell to the ground.
Pale hands opened the shattered coffin lid, and a bloodless humanoid body staggered out of the coffin, covering its head.
The naked man covered his head vigorously, his whole body trembling, groaning in pain, and breathing unusually hard.
Memories kept pouring in, and the man with a trembling brain fell to his knees on the ground, sweating coldly. At this moment, slides kept flashing through his mind.
Knowledge and experience are returning.
The pain gradually eased. The man looked at the dim light of the magic lines on the wall and recalled where this place was. His eyes showed sadness. The huge pain overwhelmed his reason and made him sob.
After a brief emotional breakdown, the man looked at his wrinkled hands, his eyes becoming determined and determined.
"How much time do I have this time..."
He slowly walked out of the corridor, a black dress already appearing on his body. Looking around, he could see no one, not even a doll. There was a slight sound of fighting in the distance.
The man understood the situation instantly. He wanted to move towards the sound of fighting, but he stopped after taking a few steps.
"It's probably hopeless."
He shook his head with a wry smile, turned his head with remorse, and then walked step by step towards the top floor of the mirror image of Twilight City.
"What a magician who transcends the times, one day I will be able to break free of the so-called shackles before you and be the first to comprehend new magic!"
"I will surpass you, definitely!"
"Whatever you want." The person in the memory had an indifferent face, no emotion, no joy, anger or joy.
The memory that was still being slowly injected made the man look dazed. Looking at the scenes that appeared in front of him, tears welled up uncontrollably.
This sporadic conversation that could not be restored to its original appearance seemed to hit him in the heart, making him feel bored and panicked.
"Why can't I remember your names..."
"who are you…"
The headless horseman walking on the stairs did not attack the man, but turned a blind eye.
The wax oil on the ceiling waiting to attack the intruders did not drip. They silently let go of this strange guy who sometimes shed tears and sometimes looked nostalgic, and allowed him to climb up the stairs.
However, the man did not notice that with every step he took, a strange magic circle would appear under his feet. With this magic circle, every time he climbed up the stairs, he would inadvertently return to the previous floor at a certain moment.
The Headless Horseman and Wax Oil, together with the men without emotion, formed the entire guard force of this remote staircase.
The chaotic memories and endless stairs locked him here, and he seemed unable to realize it all.
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Lawrence, who had already read one diary, looked at the remaining three on the table, sighed, and endured the pain in his mind to continue reading.
Clarence wanted to find information about Warehouse No. 6, but there were no books related to it in the library. Everything seemed to be hidden in these four diaries.
The main door of the Twilight City's Great Library was quietly opened. The dull sound of the door, which was only open for the city lord, made Clorance suddenly raise his head.
He came to the front of the Book of Twilight. On the suspended light screen, a young man wearing a blue and white gown with a stern face was walking in the large library, walking straight towards the direction of the Book of Twilight.
"Intruder? But why can you get in here?"
Clarence was confused, and immediately planned to mobilize the doll collection in the library to eliminate this bold intruder.
The book of dusk is silent.
Clorance watched in surprise as the Book of Twilight refused his order. Not only did the puppets hanging high on the chandelier not fall down, on the contrary, they were also locked.
The organs in the large library were also closed one by one, allowing the young man in a blue and white gown to stroll through and arrive in front of Clarence.
"Who are you?"
The young man who had been squinting his eyes slowly opened his eyes and looked at the four diaries on the desk beside him. There was no emotion in his light blue eyes and he was very calm.
"Book of Twilight, Twilight City, leave it to me to control."
Clorance was stunned for a moment, and laughed disdainfully: "Leave it to you, why, who do you think you are, this city, this book, and everything here is mine, my great
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Cloren was stunned. He wanted to say a shocking and powerful title here, but he couldn't remember what the title was.
"It seems you haven't read that aspect of the diary yet." The young man smiled contemptuously at Clarence.
"Contempt me, don't forget, this is my Twilight City, you despicable low-level magician."
The young man was silent for a long time before he looked into Clarence's eyes and said calmly: "Is it interesting to scold yourself?"
The thoughtless words calmed down the almost explosive emotions of Clorons.
"What's the meaning…"
"Your memory is missing a lot more than I thought...Which diary are you reading?"
Clarence wanted to blurt out, "Why should I tell you?", but something went wrong and he answered truthfully.
"It has a shamrock pattern on it."
"That's three. The order is wrong. According to my memory, what is recorded there is magic knowledge and experience, the operation of the castle and the information about the dolls."
Clarence was horrified. He couldn't believe that an intruder could tell the contents of his diary so accurately. He took two steps back and leaned against the pillar where the Book of Dusk was, and then he found some sense of security.
"Who on earth are you!" Clorance yelled out in order to cover up his uneasiness. He already suspected that everything he was experiencing at this moment was caused by the mental pollution of Lu Yu's summoned creature.
Maybe none of them are real!
"I'm Clarence."
The young man's words made Clarence laugh. With a dragon body, he suddenly straightened up. He was half taller than the human youth. He looked down at the young man and asked fiercely: "You are Clarence, then."
who I am?"
"I know, this is all caused by Lu Yu's giant eyeball. This place is all illusory. It's you who caused the flaw in my consciousness..."
Clarence looked around: "Where is the flaw, where is the opportunity for the collapse of the illusion, I want to find it...find it!"
The dragon's tail flicked, and countless papers flew all over the sky, falling on the young man's body, like a heavy snowfall.
"I really don't want to see this ugly appearance, but fortunately this body is a dragon, so I can comfort myself." The young man sighed.
"You are a lying, shameful creature of hallucination. The phantom projected by the giant eyeball cannot fool me. This is an illusion. This is not my Twilight City!"
Lawrence had a splitting headache, and his memory flashed back. He once again saw the thing summoned by Lu Yu, and the terrifying aura bloomed, causing his body to convulse and make him miserable.
The young man didn't know what happened to Clarence, so he could only wait for him to calm down.
"I don't want this part of my memory anymore, get out of my mind!!!!"
The dragon-man Clarence covered his head and roared, his sharp claws scratched the scales on the top of his head, leaving a trail of blood.
The dragon-man Clarence grabbed a silver candlestick next to him, and there was a young man's figure in his ferocious golden vertical pupils.
Realizing that the situation was not good, the young man stopped talking slowly and shouted: "Do you want our memory to be even more incomplete!"
The silver candlestick in the hand of the Dragon Man Clorons hung in the air at the last second, and the strong wind tore the old book pages scattered on the ground.
"Hallucination..."
"It's not an illusion. I am also a Clorance, and you are a Clorance. We are all... backups."
The candlestick in the hand of the Dragon Man Clorons fell to the ground with a clang, and he staggered back: "No, you are lying to me."
"I am not a backup, I am Clorance, the owner of Twilight City and the Book of Twilight. The dolls and books here are all mine, mine!"
The dragon man was hysterical. He opened his arms as if to embrace everything around him and declare his sovereignty.
The young man explained patiently: "In the Book of Twilight, you can see the six identities that were consumed when you woke up last time. That is another group of 'I' that escaped decay last time."
Clarence thought of the six black figures that could not respond, still muttering something in his mouth.
The young man walked to the Book of Dusk, and this book that only obeyed the master's orders actually opened its arms to the young man. Dolls hidden in the pages of the book appeared one by one. They were special dolls that the Dragon Man Clorens could not make appear.
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The dragon-man Clarence covered his head in astonishment.
"I also have a part of my memory, which is something you can't get without reading the diary." The young man said.
On the light screen, Lu Yu and Lulutis met on the stairs. After talking, they both looked at the ceiling.
Traveling through space, Lu Yu and his party looked at each other with the young man, the dragon-man Clarence.
The young man said coldly: "They found out."
"It has been discovered a long time ago, but they can't come here." The dragon man said.
"I don't think so. When I woke up, I was on the same floor as the little one, and I felt her extremely destructive power..."
Before the young man finished speaking, the dragon man interrupted him in surprise.
Looking along the line of sight of the dragon man, there was a light curtain with white light flashing, which made the two of them unable to open their eyes.
The white light dissipated, and a rabbit with a white cloth on its chest came into view.
Sierra folded her fingers and knelt on the ground, lowered her head slightly, and whispered something.
The church is not here, and Sera cannot sing sacred and solemn hymns alone, and formulaic eulogies are not chosen by her.
Serra chose to sing softly, without lyrics, only the melody.
In the fluttering melody, the dragon man and the young man seemed to see the branches swaying in the wind, casting swaying shadows, which were just the right shade for the church in the hot summer.
Countless children were sitting in the shadows, listening to the elderly nuns telling distant stories...
It was a very strange feeling. For a moment, Draconian Dragonman's painful brain gained a moment of peace. Those annoying pictures disappeared one after another. One of his feet had even stepped out, as if he wanted to follow the melody and sit down.
Go to those children.
It's not an illusion, but an invisible aura.
After coming back to his senses, Clorance said: "I released the things in Warehouse No. 6, but they all seemed to have been wiped out."
The young man had no memory of Warehouse No. 6, but deep in his soul he reacted to the name. The feeling was one of nervousness.
His expression was solemn: "I have underestimated this group of people. It seems that the most powerful one among them is not the little one...but this rabbit."
Clarence reminded: "The man next to the little one is also very strange. His summons...ah!"
The memory was not cut cleanly, but the impact was still there, which made Lawrence's head tremble every time he mentioned it.
"Release the special doll. As long as it is restored, we can redo it."
Clarence stretched out his hand to touch the Book of Twilight, but at this moment, in the uppermost light curtain, a woman with bat wings and a pointed head appeared at the main entrance of the Great Library.
The young man seemed to calmly stop the doll release and waited quietly for the woman to come to him.
The red-haired woman folded the vampire's iconic wings, touched her sharp teeth, and glanced sideways at the dragon and the young man.
"Where's the diary?"
The young man asked: "What is your memory?"
"Some high-level magic, some bad memories... I hate this feeling. After waking up, I am tortured by past memories every moment, and I feel so painful..."
"There are intruders now and we need to cooperate."
The slender red-haired woman laughed and mercilessly mocked the young man who always maintained a dead face expression.
"Cooperation, you mean cooperation?"
"Why should we cooperate?" Scarlet blood danced around the woman's body, and the blood turned into a long whip, which shot out and pointed directly at the young man.
"I want to solve everything before the other awakened backups come here!"
The young man did not dodge or dodge, and the magic circle under his feet lit up. The invisible shield isolated the woman's magic, and also absorbed the vitality of the woman's body, causing the woman's figure to plummet and her wings to wither.
"Are you crazy? We are all Clarence. Any death will cause our recovered memories to be lost again!" The young man scolded coldly, hoping to awaken the woman's memory.
However, the woman just sneered. She raised her head evilly and stared at the dragon man and the young man.
"Yes, we are all Clorons... You all want to be Clorons, but I don't want to. I'm tired of waking up and suffering enough... You keep losing memory in the process of constant transfer, and I
But I retained some of my own ideas.”
"When you all die, I will be liberated...I want to be myself!"
"Is it just your body? Don't forget, decay will take away everything from you. The body of a doll will rot for just a moment. By then, you will only disappear from this world without a carrier. Forget about this appearance, even your
Knowledge and memory will cease to exist! Don’t be disturbed by the remaining will in your body, you are part of Clorance!”
"I only want that moment. I want to be a human being. I want to be a backup and become the nourishment for Clorance's resurrection. I won't do it again!"
The woman's wings were stretched to their maximum, and scarlet blood spread all over the ground and soaked countless pages of books.
"Even if it's only for a moment..."
"Even if it's just for a brief moment."
"I don't want to be trapped in a doll's body anymore."
"Even if my soul decays, I am willing to accept this curse!"