Chapter 73 Chapter 72

Vera's plan is actually very simple.But before explaining the plan further, I'd better repeat where we are. The moment the dragon was killed, Heath and Radu escaped into another dimension in time, a world that only belonged to demons.The elves call it the "Land of Shadows," because to them there is nothing to see in that space except grotesque shadows.But for humans, that space does not exist.Because it is simply out of reach.Some people call it hell, the underworld, or the underworld.It is thought that the good man dies when he enters it, but the wicked man gains eternal life in it.Of course, some people think that it is not an underground kingdom, but surrounded by mountains at the end of the world.

I am leaning towards the latter statement.While I have absolutely no memory of it, I guess it wasn't "nothing" after all. The void is the gap between space and space in which there is really nothing; and whether it is "Shadowlands" or "World's End", it is definitely not empty.The ever-changing strange shadows in the eyes of the elves may be its graceful and majestic castles and palaces.In any case, ordinary people's eyes can't see it. Because you can't see it, you can't stray into it.In fact, only its aborigines, the demons, can pass through unimpeded, because opening the space requires a huge amount of energy.Energy from the demon itself.

So in simple terms, Vera is to combine my inner strength with Lotbar (if we have any), so as to establish a "channel".A "bridge" connecting the Elven Realm and the Shadowlands. D did not agree with the plan at first.There was a moment of tension between him and the birds.But he has no other choice. All he could do was to hand Lotbar and me the two masks we had worn on the battlefield before the magic ceremony began. "I'm with you." He squeezed my hand tightly. "I know." I tried my best to put on a calm look, put on the mask carefully, squeezed the other person's trembling fingers comfortingly and then let go.

Vera was right to want to kill me.But Xiao S is indeed right (he has always been extremely rational), and I have absolutely no time to enter the invisible kingdom again. (I don't know how to get in at all. Should I go to the difficult goblin for a fruit core?) Although I don't want to admit it at all, Vera's plan does seem to be the fastest and most effective way. Of course, I can also put on a mask and escape with D.But it is a pity that as long as Heath retrieves Lotbar, the prophecy of the twins may come true.What's more, I can hide for a while, but I can't hide for a lifetime. Heath will not let me go, and Radu will not let D go.There will be no peace in our sad future.

But if I'm lucky-and all my past experiences have amply proved this-maybe I can survive after the gates of hell have been successfully opened.Maybe both Lotbar and I can survive. Follow your heart and let it happen. Salamanda, the all-knowing fire spirit in the universe, once told me this. I believe in him. At this time, through the seemingly invisible mist, you can clearly see the Wind Clan soldiers not far away standing in line, holding weapons, ready to go.In the center is the infantry regiment, flanked by well-trained manticore flying cavalry.The remaining group of mermaid warriors, roughly a hundred people, was also separated from them by a certain distance under the leadership of Setus and Solon, and they were all on standby.

The chains on Vera's wrists had been undone.She had bathed, her wounds had been treated and bandaged, and her signature orange-red curly hair was fixed by a hair band on her forehead, blooming on top of a bright red ceremonial robe.Red is her favorite color, always has been.Fierce, dangerous, and scorching, her whole body is like a warning sign full of poisonous thorns, burning like a fire in the middle of a large empty camp. The red-robed witch lowered her head, carefully checking the necessities for the ceremony.Among them are symbols of the four elements: the soil of the Field of Joy, a vial of spring water used by the mermaid warrior to heal wounds, and a piece of charcoal that is said to come from the invisible realm, while the moist air of the evergreen realm is all around us.Although we don't use the four-element "token" to perform the ritual like last time, it still requires some kind of elemental magic.She explained it to us in this way, and the stuff was quickly offered.

Everything is ready.But my other half, the devil Lotbal, wasn't going to cooperate. "Why should I help you?" He had a displeased look on his face, walking back and forth impatiently surrounded by layers of soldiers. "No one begged you to help us." A voice sounded from the WindClan queue, and Melanie, who was fully armed, said coldly, "You are our prisoner. We forced you to do this. You'd better obey." "What if I don't agree?" "Then we'll execute you on the spot." Melanie squeezed out a sentence from the eagle-shaped helmet, "See if your good brother can open the passage in time to save you!"

Lotbar glanced at Setus: "You want to kill me too, don't you?" Setus shook his head: "I just hope you can cooperate." "And you, Miss Kidnapper?" Lotbar rolled his eyes. "Can't you see that I'm on the same side as you?" I tried to pretend nothing happened, shrugging my shoulders, "The gates of hell need both of us to open. I won't leave you alone .” He sighed deeply. "So tell me, will it hurt?" he asked. "No." I took his hand. However, when Vera started chanting the incantation, Lotbar burst into tears immediately.

"You said it wouldn't hurt!" he yelled at me in the sudden, sadistic wind. "I lied to you!" I clenched my teeth, because with this hurricane, I could feel the irresistible and powerful energy passing through our bodies, splitting every cell in the body in half. My body is in great pain, but my mind is very clear.I suddenly thought of Grandma Sophie. High Priest of the Druids.I remembered that she also used the magic of the four elements to pray for me and D.Rivers, fire, earth and sky. Under the bright moonlight, in the dense forests of Transylvania, everything is so beautiful and sacred.

Until Vera's uninvited arrival. I heard the words in her mouth singing, with erratic tones, and with my poor understanding of Latin, I knew that it was a hymn to death, written by Baudelaire and written by Beardsley's hands. pictured.Dim all the colors in the world, leaving only a single line of black and white. I'm distracted.At the moment I miss Mr. Bovey at school very much, because I never took his classes well, and I can't understand the obscure Latin incantations at all.Immediately afterwards, before the physical pain had reached the limit that I could bear, I watched Vera dance around us on one foot amidst Lotbar's staccato curses.Satan!I really lack confidence in her ongoing ritual.At the moment I don't care about my situation, I just want to know if it will establish a passage to the demon world as she promised.

The pain got worse and worse.It's like a smooth and cold python slowly coiled around my leg, and then climbed up inch by inch.Very slowly, so slow that you can hardly feel it, only the ensuing numbness, first in your toes, then in your calves, knees, thighs, lower abdomen, stomach, and finally your chest. The venom was swallowed and absorbed, and then slowly poured into the heart like a river returning to the sea. Vera sprinkled the symbols of the four elements in turn between the arms of Lotbar and me. Ice and fire were intertwined, and sand and storm raged.For a while, I was exposed to the desolate desert, and for a while, I was swept into the bitter and salty ocean by a big wave.Then I couldn't feel anything.Except pain.Pain that goes deep into the bone marrow.I could hardly breathe from the excruciating pain that erupted from inside every split cell in my body. My eyes blurred.I couldn't see the soldiers lined up in the camp, I couldn't see Vera, I couldn't even see Lotbar in front of me, just an arm's length away.All I could do was hold his hand tightly with my fading fingers, but I wasn't even sure he was still there. The whole world is getting away from me. I felt like I was sitting in a small space capsule, drifting farther and farther away from gravity.Only the chaos in front of me remained in the field of vision, as if a tiny seed had taken root and sprouted between Lotbar and me, and then expanded into the entire universe.