"It still takes a lot of time."
Joshua sat in front of a magnificent city gate, looking at the giant statues on both sides of the city gate and the soldiers patrolling back and forth around the city gate.
"If the Holy Spirit is a battlefield, you're trying to create a world right now."
Shiratori stood on Joshua's shoulder and stared at the human soldiers in the distance.
"Massively multiplayer online games can be considered a virtual world, but even with your help, it still takes a lot of time to complete them alone, especially in terms of maps."
Qiao Xiu glanced at the lion emblem on the shields of the soldiers, and his arm swayed in the air. The city wall in front of Qiao Xiu disintegrated into pieces and shrunk, turning into a small ball that fell into Qiao Xiu's hands. .
"Save it, I'll continue later when I have time."
The ball in Joshua's hand became the size of his index finger and was swallowed directly by the white bird.
"Is it time to wake up?" Joshua patted the dust behind him that didn't exist and stood up from the ground.
Before leaving, Joshua made the white bird standing on his shoulder jump onto his arm.
"World Tree, is it possible that the products in the consciousness space interfere with reality?" Qiao Xiu suddenly asked.
"It's possible, don't underestimate the power gathered by the beliefs of all living beings."
The white cat that had been sitting on Qiao Xiu's head jumped directly to Qiao Xiu's shoulder, and the moment it fell, the environment around Qiao Xiu became the battlefield of the Holy Spirit again.
"In our memory, phantoms of conscious space do appear in real-world situations in the past," Shiratori said.
"Sounds weird... But if this happens, please let me know as soon as possible."
Joshua glanced at the fact that his hands were gradually becoming translucent, indicating that he was gradually waking up in the real world.
When Joshua opened his eyes again, there was darkness in front of him, but a good scent kept spinning in Joshua's sense of smell.
This was Ciri's body fragrance, and Joshua recognized it immediately. Joshua took a step back and found that he had buried his head on Ciri's chest and fell asleep at some point.
No wonder my nose hurts...
"Is it worth it!"
Ciri's silver-gray pupils were staring at Qiao Xiu, and Qiao Xiu, who had just woken up, kept rubbing his nose.
"My chest isn't a whetstone, or it's... a little soft."
Ciri blushed when she said this. At first, Joshua lay directly on the bed and fell asleep. During his sleep, Joshua hugged her subconsciously.
Maybe when Joshua was sleeping with Ciri, Ciri tried to use various wrestling strangulation techniques to make Joshua his mortal enemy.
This made Ciri a little at a loss at first, but then he gradually got used to it.
"Um... the equivalent of a mud wall mixed with gravel? But I kind of like it."
At this moment, Joshua once again showed his poor metaphor ability. After hearing it, Ciri burrowed into the sheets and ignored Joshua.
Both Ciri and Foya had the habit of wrapping quilts, but Ciri would run around the room wrapped in quilts, while Foya would stay fixed on the bed and move like a mountain.
When Joshua was thinking about how to comfort Ciri, there was a knock on Joshua's door.
"Your sister has been waiting at the door for a long time." Ciri emerged from the quilt at this time and said, "I think if she waits a little longer, she may draw her sword and cut the door."
"It's not possible, it must be... It's time for work." Joshua said.
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Since Clary had been dormant in the demon world for so long, this was the first time she had the opportunity to enter the castle of the royal city.
The most important center of the demon world, Clary has always been looking for opportunities to enter it and explore it. I didn't expect that the God of Holy Light favored her today... To be precise, she favored her brother.
"How long are you going to play this game?"
Clary has been sleeping in this body for nearly three hours.
Under the pressure of the second princess of the demon race, she agreed to her invitation from the Holy Spirit professional team.
This invitation allowed her to successfully enter the hinterland of the royal city, and Clary couldn't wait to find some reasons to explore around.
The progress of the matter was as Clary expected. The second princess took them to a hall and left.
Originally, this was an excellent opportunity to explore the castle, but her younger brother found a vampire he was familiar with and asked, "How about teaming up to play a game of the Holy Spirit?"
This request was like throwing a bottle of virgin blood into the middle of this group of vampires, causing them to fall into another state of excitement.
This group of blood races put together the long table in the hall, and started to play the Holy Spirit as if they were holding a round table meeting.
"Sister, this game is over in ten minutes." Monet said to his sister in consciousness.
"This is the fourth game you've played!"
Clary shared vision with Monet. She controlled the body of the Chaos Demon and looked up at the figure sitting opposite her for a moment.
One of the Four Dukes of the Demon World, the Blood Grand Duke.
"What a trick! Why does he have to sit here."
"Sister... It's not long since the Blood Grand Duke came into contact with the Holy Spirit. You have to be tolerant to the newcomers." Monet said in a weak voice.
"Who's talking to you about how good or bad he is at playing Holy Spirit technology! I mean how could a Duke of the Demon Realm be interested in this kind of game, or play it for four full hours!"
During this period of time, Clary's impression of this Bloody Grand Duke was a little distorted. In the eyes of the Crusaders, each of the four Dukes of the Demon World had thousands of skeletons piled up under them, and could kill humans mercilessly. Danger exists.
But the blood justice opposite Claire is gradually becoming a middle-aged uncle who "has a successful career, a happy family, and can live a comfortable life playing games at home". The most important thing is that he is still weak in playing games. When it arrived, she had to obey her cowardly younger brother.
If the legion commanders of the Crusaders found out... This private named Monet, would they feel horrified or relieved if he asked a Demon World Duke to obey
"Leave the long table after this game, Monet don't forget our duty!"
"Ming... I understand sister, wait a minute, I can get four kills in no time!"
Clary listened to her brother's cry, and reaffirmed that it was the wrong decision to let him go to the battlefield in the first place.
If it wasn't for the Blood Archduke sitting across from them, Clary would have taken the risk of exploring with her spirit body.
Those weak blood races couldn't detect her existence, but the blood grand duke was not sure.
When Clary's thoughts were a little confused, she heard someone push the door of the hall open.