The three of them followed Hermione to the square. Different from yesterday, tonight Edmond had a lot less whimsical thoughts. He just stood there on the canvas, concentrating on his masterpiece.
The residents of the small town also stepped out of the scope of their dreams and began to walk here, as if they were guided by the subconscious.
Hermione first came to Edmund and looked at the painting in front of him. He was mixing gray and black paint and painting it in a messy manner.
The portrait is based on purple and gray, and there is an empty area with mismatched squares on one side, which looks like a space of different dimensions.
Hermione noticed a darker mark, which seemed to be crowded with things, and it was so densely packed that it was terrifying.
He raised his hand and smashed the painting with a punch, making the three people who came behind him confused.
As long as you don't think about it, it's safe. The town is full of ordinary people, so they naturally can't think of too much. But that's not necessarily the case for the three people who came in.
"Leave quickly, it's not safe now."
Hermione immediately interrupted the dream, and the three of them found that they were still where they were, with Edmund lying across from him, holding the dark milk pastry in his hand.
She wasn't sure whether it was the invisible existence that appeared behind, the bright red moon, or something else.
"Some things are dangerous just by seeing them, so don't force yourself." Hermione reminded them, and would go back to Edmund's dream after a while.
Nona and the other three had not yet reacted, and they could not say anything when they saw Hermione's solemn look. They continued to look at the sleeping Edmund Winter.
In the bedroom of Rennes Mansion, Mrs. Renner, who was wearing a pink nightgown, looked left and right in front of the newly installed mirror. Although the newly installed mirror was very clean and restored, she always felt a little worse when she looked inside.
Renn, who was sitting by the bed, wanted his wife to come over quickly. Mrs. Renn put away her thoughts and walked out towards the door.
"Where do you want to go? Serena." Ren grabbed the sheets with his hands and his face twisted.
"I can't adapt to it now. When I think of you, I just..." Mrs. Lane held her chest and swallowed: "I'm going to sleep with my daughter tonight, so don't look for me yet."
"How dare you..." Ren gritted his teeth and tried to pull his rebellious wife back, but thinking of the terrifying mysterious man and the beating, he could only keep tearing at the sheets.
In the dark space, Tatiana retracted her gaze from the room, and Duke North was still hiding in the shadows behind her.
"If nothing else, it will be tonight and tomorrow night. She is very smart and should understand it soon."
"The castle left by Alistar is actually here. You didn't remind me earlier. There are many treasures in it."
"Yuanchu also told me recently that what does the castle have to do with me? I only need her."
"You are really a bunch of twisted guys, but I like it very much. I also want to enjoy the witch of the Sauron family." North's cold voice was mixed with overflowing desire.
"That depends on your ability." Tatiana, who had her back to North, showed a hint of sneer and disdain.
"I can use you first now, don't forget your identity."
The dark shadow directly covered Tatiana, making her look terrified and her green eyes filled with mist.
In the garden farmland, a purple-black color appeared in the flower trays piled up in the corner of the field. It quickly spread and turned the moist and dark fertile soil inside into a plate of purple sand, which was fixed here.
In the woods by the lake, Hermione sat directly in the spider silk hammock, hiding in the shadows and waiting.
Nona and the other three felt that Hermione was nearby, but they couldn't find the specific location and understood that she didn't want to communicate with them.
We all have the same belief, and it should be one thing that everyone agrees on. Just like the ceremony of the Iron-Blooded Knight, the moment when the team is united.
Thinking of this, Hermione said sorry to the people of Garcia Town, and she had to use her charm in her dreams to unite them.
Otherwise, he would let Edmund out of the town, stir up everyone's hatred, and let everyone act against him with the same voice. This is obviously not suitable for his style.
If this affects the majesty of the church, Brandt will definitely be the first to beat him to death. I really don’t know how that Friedrich held back back then.
Edmond's subconscious took over, and the dream came out again, but this time he became a preacher, standing in the square waiting for other dreamers to come over.
"In."
Hermione reminded Nona that the three of them appeared at the edge of the square. Edmond looked at them and nodded with a smile. The book in his hand turned into a picture frame.
The square frames on it were stacked on top of each other in various colors. Nona and the other three were confused because they were a little far away and couldn't see clearly.
"Don't look at that picture, don't think about it."
After the reminder, she came directly to Edmund. Her light blue eyes were as clear as the clear sunshine shining on the blue sea water. Her hair spread out and became slightly curly. Her long hair was tied behind her head, giving her all the qualities of a girl.
Beautiful and endlessly tempting.
Everyone below was immediately attracted by her, as if they were looking at the most beautiful thing, they stretched out their hands and became intoxicated. Even Nona and the other three could not avoid it.
"Come, join me in praising the Fool, praising Him, our Guardian."
The people below followed Hermione's words and actions with extremely pious hearts. They didn't think about anything at the moment but the most beautiful person above them.
The picture frame in Edmund's hand broke free and floated into the air, and the layers of frames inside were enlarged and merged into the picture frame.
The separated colors began to overlap and change. Unseen scenes appeared one after another, forming a vast white fog.
The ancient atmosphere has descended here, full of danger and depression.
The residents who were still confused were all thrown back to their dreams by Hermione. Edmund, who was originally holding the picture frame, jumped up and walked towards the sky with cheerful steps.
"Hurry up and get out of the dream with me."
Pulling the confused Nona and the three back, Hermione exited the dreamland. At this time, Edmund took the dark stick and walked towards the white mist by the lake, which extended to an unknown place.
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Hermione kept some distance behind him. The three people behind him felt very incredible and tried to step on the white mist without falling into the lake below.
In the dark world, Duke North raised his pale-skinned face, his pupils ignited with green light. He quickly threw Tatiana aside, with her hair disheveled and gasping for breath, and disappeared here.
Tatiana held herself up with trembling hands and took out a mirror with runes arranged on it. After praying in Hermetic, she pulled up her skirt and walked out.
Hermione had followed Edmund to the sky above the white fog, where there stood an ancient castle with purple walls. It stood in the white fog, occupying all the sight in front of it, and the fog became denser the further inside.
The masonry stripes on the outside are intact, and it looks like an ordinary castle below. The windows on the wall are dark, as if all the curtains have been drawn.
The stone door in the middle was closed tightly, and Edmond was already very close there, and the picture frame on his body kept helping him disperse the thick fog.
Hermione felt her body become heavier instantly. She did not hesitate to use the yesterday's reappearance spell, borrowing her peak power from more than a thousand years ago.
The loose red hair spread out and became thick, and the human face at the end of the hair appeared again. Her body was also covered with evil and gorgeous patterns, and her whole person became more coquettish and evil.
The faces of the people with hair were all facing the same place, with gray eyes open.
North emerged with curved devil horns on his head, wings, and sharp claws on his hands. His body was emitting a blood-red light, and blood runes were constantly circulating and washing in the exposed translucent skin.
The aura of killing, bloodlust, depravity, and fear emanating from it covered this place with the dark filth.
Edmund's frame blocked out all these smells, and he walked towards the door that was just a short distance away.
The Duke of North drew out his blood-red sword burning with poisonous fire and slashed at Hermione. He roared, spreading fear and trying to scare Hermione.
Hermione's ears were leaking black pus, and her body was covered with some filth, and she quickly escaped from fear.
The endless desires and desires that followed were about to ignite her, and her light blue eyes became delicate.
The frost that followed froze the filthy liquid and breath and disappeared here. Hermione replaced herself with North, allowing him to cut into the air.
On the lake, Nona and three people swam to the shore. For a moment, they thought they were going to die, but finally they appeared here. The white mist in the sky was depressing and terrifying, and their spiritual intuition told them to run quickly.
"Owen, what's wrong with you?"
Owen, who was lying on the shore, straightened his body, and the thorns in his body continued to grow and wrap around him. Dixon reacted and turned into the morning light to dispel the evil in him.
The originally pure and white sunlight quickly turned dark, and even Dixon was infected by the aura and fell to the ground, growing thorns, which soon turned into a pile of twisting thorns.
The trembling thorns were covered with a slippery and dark liquid, exuding desire, generation and madness. Nona, who hid in the distance, turned her head forcibly and left here directly.
The filth and frost surrounding the white mist are constantly changing, condensing and breaking, and black flames and poisonous fires envelope the place.
Pain, despair, fear, bloodlust, lust and all kinds of negative emotions are filled here.
Hermione condensed an ice sword filled with black flames and collided with North's blood-red sword. The ice sword shattered and black flames scattered all over the sky and ignited the place.
She was also covered in a thick layer of jet black, and the squirming filthy liquid wanted to completely cover her.
"Death" sounded in ancient Hermes, and she covered her heart in pain.
The transparent ice wall appeared and then shattered, and the filth on her body disappeared. The seductive desires made it difficult for her to concentrate on dealing with them. They constantly aroused her desire and inner fire.
We couldn't delay it like this, or we would miss the time. Hermione saw that Edmund was about to open the door.
The strong wind blew up quickly, blowing away the filthy smell of poisonous gas and smoke, and a storm tornado that could cut everything appeared above the white mist.
Dark clouds gathered in the sky, streaks of thunder flashed, and a rumble exploded in the sky above Garcia, waking up the residents below.
North's momentum was not weak at all. He completely transformed into the most terrifying appearance in hell. His body, which was also covered with blood-red patterns, was completely exposed. Blood flowed all over his body, and the filth that fell down was like dirt covering it.
"This time, let's see whether you sink into desire or I fall into pain."
"are you crazy."
Strong winds mixed with thunderstorms hit North, and his whole body was covered with a wall of rotating flames. He forced his way through, and the bloodthirsty sword in his hand trembled a little more.
Hermione took the opportunity to step aside and not confront North head-on. Her occult virus finally took effect.
A strong sense of crisis came, and she kept changing her position. Layers of broken frost fell down, and a face with thick brown hair appeared in front of her.
Her hand exploded with huge flames, covering the light at the moment it opened, and jumped behind Edmund.
He had already pushed the door open and was about to go in. Hermione kicked the picture frame, Edmund rolled in with the frame, and the two disappeared at the door.
The bloodthirsty bloody demon followed closely behind, leaving a trail of poisonous smoke and filth, as well as roaring to spread fear.
The melodious flute sound carried the purple-black powder and entered inside at the last moment when the door closed. The white mist began to become unstable, and the castle that occupied the sight became as illusory as bubbles.
Tatiana showed her body angrily, pulled out a slippery thorn, lit it with black fire and threw it away. Her shoulders were held by soft and beautiful hands.
A woman with long brown hair and dark green eyes appeared next to her. She had a strangely coquettish appearance and extremely charming beauty. She looked like the most beautiful girl who had just grown up.
"Go back, the opportunity is behind you."
The sweet voice soothed Tatiana's restlessness. The castle in front of her dissipated and shattered like bubbles.
St. Christopher, wearing a white robe, also appeared here. He was emitting a hazy white light, and his wrinkled face opened a few brass eyes from time to time, looking around in different directions.
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The brown-haired girl finished speaking in a sweet and provocative voice, and disappeared with Tatiana.
Saint Christopher wiped away the remaining filth in North. The lakeside continued to expand, and the filthy thorns that grew crazily turned into powder and dissipated. He also disappeared here.
The place where you enter is empty, with purple walls and floors on both sides.
Except for the stairs on both sides and the deep passages on both sides, the red carpet below is as bright as ever and spotless.
Covered with evil patterns and with her thick red hair spread out, Hermione levitated and rushed inside. She wanted to find that person in her peak time.
The structure inside the castle is similar to what was common more than a thousand years ago. The purple-painted walls are hung with oil paintings one after another. There are desolate purple and black, people sleeping next to the moon, entangled with thorns and stretching out their hands.
people.
The overly calm tranquility made her feel vaguely uneasy. The doors of the rooms on both sides were closed tightly, making it impossible to judge the situation inside. They were separated by a special aura.
She smashed the doors she saw along the way, and there was no human smell inside except for some things piled up. The rotten door at the back was automatically repaired and returned to its usual appearance.
All the way to the meeting hall, there was nothing here except unknown pollution.
Her heart kept feeling empty, and she felt strange power penetrating through her.
The eyes in an oil painting hanging on the wall were watching her. She saw eyes all over the world, and she saw eyes about to burst open in her body.
The oil painting on the wall broke into several pieces and fell to the ground. Hermione relied on the form of mythical creatures to cut off the connection and continued walking forward, where a ball of poisonous fire burst out.
North was blocking there with a blood-red sword. Several thorns sprouted from his translucent skin and entangled in his chest. The bloodlust and anger in his eyes overwhelmed his reason.
He opened his fangs and opened his mouth, roaring in fear, and the blood-red liquid moved along the wall, trying to wrap Hermione up.
Hermione jumped in the mirror and swung him away. She had very little time now and couldn't waste it with a madman.
She went up layer by layer, but found nothing she wanted to see except for the various oil paintings hanging on the walls.
Looking at the dark passage above, she also shouted, all her hair moved forward, and reached the last floor.
In addition to the oil paintings hanging on both sides, there are also oil paintings standing up in front and occupying one wall.
There is a red two-handed sword painted in the middle, beautifully made, entwined with rose patterns, and stuck on the ground. The color is as red as pure blood, not the depravity and filth of North. The light red color is like a ball of flames.
Surrounded by some people and houses, it looked like a painting of a residential village. Inside, Hermione saw the blond Natalia, sitting in a chair in the courtyard. The person opposite her in the background looked like Dermot.
Before she could get close, the demon transformed by North arrived, and the thorns on his chest grew a bit longer, attacking Hermione like crazy, forcing her to look at the oil paintings on the walls on both sides.
In the originally empty frame, eyes, the moon, the desert, streamlined ripples, gray mist, and fragmented starry sky appeared.
The power in Hermione's body began to fade away, the time for the spell had passed, several gazes came to her, and her flesh and blood began to lose control.
"If you want to die, you can come back and merge with me."
A cold female voice sounded, and the mark of the original witch and the twisted curve mark in the body emerged and radiated light, resisting those erosions.
North released large areas of poisonous mist and fearful roars, catching Hermione who had just hesitated, and the bright red corruption and evil were twisted together.
The flowing blood quickly eroded half of her body with its filth. The space here was small and there were all kinds of weird things that made it difficult for her to perform.
"It's time to go back with me." North opened his mouth filled with thick black liquid and said, pulling out jet black threads from his teeth.
"Go back to your mother's house."
Hermione hit the huge oil painting with all her strength while crushing the ice wall in her hand.
Burning black flames filled the place, the sound of shattering was heard, and the huge oil painting turned into a pile of fragments.
