This is... a dream
Roland blinked and walked to the fence step by step, overlooking the panoramic view of the school under the setting sun.
The empty playground is empty, the solitary goal rack drags a long shadow in the orange afterglow, the familiar library and dormitory building are in the distance, and the rows of translucent windows are stained by the setting sun sinking into the sky A touch of gold.
He has studied and lived here for nearly seven years, and he is very familiar with every plant and tree, and the place he is staying now is undoubtedly the roof top of the teaching building, which is also the place he most often goes to in his spare time.
Here, Roland has too many memories.
For example, the iron door behind it keeps opening and closing with the warm air.
This iron gate can be called a unique scenery on the roof of the teaching building. When he came to this school, the iron door was already in tatters, and as long as he pushed it, he would scream intermittently, as if he couldn't breathe, so the time after opening and closing the iron door always seemed very quiet. Roland always thought that it would collapse completely soon, but until the day he graduated, the iron gate remained silently on the rooftop.
But since it was a dream, why did he still look like this
He looked down at his slender hands and touched the gray hair on his shoulders. Obviously, his height and body shape did not match the self when he was addicted to studying.
Think about it... What the hell happened before
Roland frowned and thought for a moment, before he remembered that the last scene was of Nightingale pushing him away, followed by a flash of light, and then her face of panic and despair.
"who are you?"
A gentle and ethereal female voice suddenly sounded beside him.
Roland was startled, he turned his head sharply, and saw a woman with fluttering white hair walking out from behind the stairwell. She had ruby-like eyes, and her red and white robe fell straight to the ground. With a delicate golden pattern, it obviously does not belong to this era, and the golden crown on her head has revealed her identity.
"You're the church's... purist?"
"It is also the fifteenth Pope of the Holy City of Hermes," she paused. "My name is Zero, and your name is definitely not Roland Wimbledon."
Sure enough, Roland couldn't help frowning, "So you created this place?"
Everything makes sense, the dim light should be this guy's ability, so Nightingale will run away with himself, and the scene in front of him should be the effect of fantasy or virtual space. The moment he opened his eyes, he thought he had traveled back again.
Although I knew that the predecessor of the church was likely to be the Federation, I didn't expect that the Pope was also a witch and a pure person. It was incomprehensible that these people could helplessly turn their own kind into inhuman monsters.
"No, you created it," Zero walked over step by step, her tone full of interest, "It is the place with the most profound influence in your memory, and it will appear in your daily life most of the time... I'm just curious. , Where the hell is this place? It is absolutely impossible for the fourth prince of Graycastle to live in such a place.”
"Why should I tell you?" Roland moved cautiously to the side of the railing, keeping a distance from her.
What do I have to do now to get out of the illusion? His thoughts turned sharply, and he jumped off the roof? According to his experience with nightmares, as long as he finds a high point and jumps down, he can wake up immediately from his dream.
"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me," she smiled, her voice was very sweet, "as long as I put in a little effort, I'll be able to figure it out sooner or later, including who you are, where you came from, and why you became one of Greycastle's four. prince."
Will you know sooner or later? "Do you mean to read my memory?" Roland sneered, "Don't push yourself to death."
"Do you know?" Zero suddenly stopped, "I will explain the function, rules and consequences of this ability to everyone who is affected by my ability, but you are an exception."
"what?"
As soon as Roland asked, he found that the Pure One on the opposite side had already jumped in front of him, and the sudden pain made him suddenly unable to hear any sound.
Trembling and bowing his head, he saw a long knife stuck in his chest. Roland wanted to open his mouth and shout, but couldn't make a sound. The lungs have been completely destroyed, and the opening and closing of the ribcage cannot push the air into the throat.
The severe pain ran through his body like an electric current, and he would rather die immediately than endure another second.
"Because I don't like anything elusive."
The other end of the hilt was Zero's nonchalant face, and the gushing blood had splashed half of her body. Due to the lack of oxygen and the self-protective fainting of the brain, Roland's consciousness quickly blurred.
The next second, he was still standing by the guardrail, his body intact. And the Pure One also stood a few meters away from him, as if she had never left there.
what happened? Roland gasped for breath, hallucination? He covered his violently heaving chest, and there was still a dull pain in the place where he was pierced. He bowed his head, and there was a large pool of blood sprayed under his feet.
Heck, what just happened was true!
He stared at the long knife in Zero's hand, and was extremely surprised. Her hand was clearly empty before!
Created out of thin air
At this moment, Zero rushed over again, and the speed was so fast that it was difficult to catch with the naked eye.
Roland turned around and ran away, feeling a tingling in his abdomen just after taking a step.
Then he experienced death again. Zero slashed the long knife diagonally, cutting him in half sideways. The pain this time lasted longer than last time. Roland fell into his own blood and scattered internal organs. The continuous pain caused him to let out a piercing scream, and the shrill voice even shocked him.
When he was resurrected for the second time, Roland had realized something.
This is by no means a nightmare that will end by jumping off a building or excruciating pain, but rather like an endless arena of reincarnation.
Damn, so what would be the conditions for disengagement? The initiator of the ability to defeat, the white-haired witch in front of you
Since she can make weapons out of thin air, what about me? Roland gritted his teeth and concentrated. If he had a shield, he wouldn't be incapable of fighting back!
A blue light flashed.
Zero's surprise attack was blocked, a transparent explosion-proof shield appeared in his hand, the long knife left a deep gap on it, and Roland was also thrown out by the huge impact force.
Come on, that's what happened!
He cursed in his heart, and the moment he rolled, he dropped his shield and replaced it with an automatic rifle.
Just when Roland was raising his gun to shoot, Zero had disappeared.
what's the situation
"I'm here."
The voice came from the ear.
Then he just felt a flash of white light, and his hands fell to the ground along with the rifle. (., Your support is my biggest motivation.) 17-03-07 11:02:22