Welcome to the Nightmare Games Book 2

"This guy is really **** awful." The illusionist sitting on the lamppost looking at the giant monster Leviathan on the coast couldn't help cursing, and a long skirt was blown by the violent wind Rustling.

The enchantment of the Twilight Homeland could not stop the violent breakthrough of the two realm lords. The prophet seemed to be worried about what he did, and he did not try his best to resist. He also knew that such resistance was futile.

The land of dawn, once created by him, did not become the new country he dreamed of, but became a knife that the people he trusted most waved at him.

To this day, the illusionist still clearly remembers the expression of the prophet at that time, which was deeply shocked and unbelievable. The fire of hope in his eyes faded a little and turned into expressionless loneliness. This scene was like a thorn in his heart that made him feel pain so far.

The angel in the underground ice palace collapsed. His teacher lived in the ice lake, and he accompanied the extreme cold all year round in order to extend the time that he had left-he had little time left. It's not the number of days left to survive, but the limit that a player can reach. He persisted for twenty-two years, but that's it. The limit is up and he can't get back to heaven.

The illusionist lit a cigarette, leaned against the lamppost, and took a hard breath.

He recalled the silent underground ice palace, where his teacher fell asleep in a lounge chair, and the album placed between his legs was turned on, illuminated by the warm light. Si Yan, he, and that person, the three of them surrounded the prophet, leaving this photo together. Shi Yan in the photo still remained expressionless. He rolled his eyes with annoyance, and was impatient with taking pictures. The man, wearing a simple shirt and trousers, draped his jacket over. On the arm, squatting next to the prophet sitting in a chair, smiling softly, like a student who respects teachers.

A cigarette is almost burned out, a monster in the sea has approached the sanctuary, the illusionist has left the cigarette butt, and is ready to stop it. If it is allowed to break the enchantment and rush into the sanctuary, it will definitely cause irreversibility. Casualties.

But a slight sigh stopped him. The hairs of the illusionist's body exploded, and he looked at the direction of the sound in a desperate sense.

The originator of all this chaos stood under the lamppost, leaned over, picked up the cigarette butts he discarded, and threw them into the trash.

"After all, it's a teacher's place. Please also pay a little attention to environmental sanitation." The man seemed to be really distressed and seriously advised him about his littering behavior.

The illusionist couldn't restrain the anger that erupted at this moment, and he smiled angrily: "Do you remember who this area is, but would you care?"

The man looked at him calmly and said, "I always care about the teacher."

"Su Yu! You have to point your face!" With the anger of the illusionist's anger, the streets around them began to twist continuously. On the earth, everything is twisting and changing.

The illusionist's figure disappeared into this twisted world, like a sneaking assassin, looking for opportunities to attack.

Su Yu, no, he should be called Su He. He just smiled slightly and didn't justify anything, but raised his footsteps and walked towards the court.

The earth was suddenly torn, and a huge fault appeared at Su He's feet. As long as he took another step forward, he would fall into an endless abyss.

"You are really ..." Su He helplessly sighed, "why?"

A voice from the illusionist gritted his teeth in the abyss: "As long as I live, you don't want to step through here! I won't give you a chance to meet the teacher!"

Su He stared into the abyss, as he first realized the origin of fraud.

That sheer vast darkness, like the star abyss in the depths of the universe, swallowed up all light. But there is endless power hidden in that extreme darkness, fascinating.

"I respect him as always, but I never agree with him. There is only one way to the highest. Unfortunately, the teacher went wrong. With so many burdens, he is destined to go further."

With Su He's words of regret, an exquisite city of sky emerged slowly in the collapsed illusion. The light of dawn illuminated the abyss and shattered all the unpredictable charms. The world constructed by illusions was completely destroyed under absolute power, and it only took a moment, the glass inlaid with the illusion world shattered into fragments, and devoured the owner of this illusion.

Back in the empty street, his body seemed to have fallen to the dirty ground by countless lingering illusionists, and the blood quickly drained from the wound and became red. Su He didn't look back at his former brother, but looked up at the trial house not far ahead, and walked there again, like a devout pilgrim.

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"Teacher, don't come without worries." Su and Wenrun's polite voice sounded in the empty underground ice palace.

The prophet sitting on the back of the chair calmly put down the tea cup in his hand and said with emotion: "It's really like no man's land."

"Thank you all for your farewell gift." Su He replied with a smile.

The prophet smiled at himself, pointing to the seat opposite: "We haven't seen each other for many years. Come and make a thought report with the teacher, sit."

Su He actually came over, opened the chair and sat down. There was only a small coffee table between the former apprentice and the apprentice, but this close distance still could not erase the familiar strangeness at this moment.

"Is this how you look? It's also a handsome guy, but it's not as good as it was then. At that time, you looked really good in a skirt." The prophet raised his lips and smiled badly.

"Come to the teacher to learn art, naturally you must make the teacher satisfied." Su He replied with a smile, this kind of expression without negative emotions made the person even more terrible.

"You didn't come here to learn art, why are you wearing the uniform of the trial house?" The Prophet asked.

Su He has a very good figure and looks handsome and very handsome in the uniform of the courthouse, but the irony of this dress makes the prophet feel stinging.

"Don't you come to give a thought report to the teacher? Of course, you have to wear it." Su He replied with a smile.

The prophet's smile faded, and he fainted from his smile, leaving nothing but coldness on his face: "Okay, then, let's talk, I listen. Fortune teller, give Mr. Su a glass of white water to run his throat. "

The complex-looking divination dropped his face and served the pair of apprentices in silence.

"I heard that the true origin of rebirth has emerged? Or an acquaintance." Su He spoke slowly.

The Prophet tickled his lips: "The news is very well-informed. People are not the same as yours, with genuine rebirth origin and unlimited potential."

At that time, Su He temporarily cut off his connection with the origin of fraud and disguised himself as a newcomer. The original force of this newcomer's "breakthrough" was rebirth. But that's not the true source of power, but the conspiracy carefully planned by the devil.

"Really? It's a pity that the plan of Dawn Township can no longer be implemented again, so now, is there any plan for the teacher?" Su He really seemed to be talking.

The prophet smiled angrily: "Would you like to talk about your plan first?"

"There are many. It is roughly to break through the land of dusk and seize the **** scepter. There are still some small things. If you have the opportunity, do it smoothly." Su He smiled.

"You are afraid to say one less thing."

"Ok?"

The prophet looked at him steadily and said word by word, "Take this opportunity to re-create the Devil of Power."

Su He's smile remained the same: "I'm afraid the teacher misunderstood me."

The Prophet said for a moment: "No, I have no misunderstanding of you anymore, but it is the gifted power devil who is afraid of misunderstanding you."

"Oh? How can you see?" Su He asked back.

The Prophet's lips fluttered, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the thick ice layer above his head, and frowned, "The woman put her crazy dog ​​in."

Su He slightly nodded: "There is not much time left for you, teacher."

"It looks like the talk show is over," the Prophet said lightly.

With his words, the air in the underground ice palace suddenly fell into a stasis, and the movement of the fortune teller on the side became extremely slow, as if the slow button was suddenly pressed, the time encountered the frost, changed Go infinitely slow.

The power of the origin of time erupted without reservation, enough to instantly make a demon king trapped in the center of the realm be framed into a statue.

Except Suhe.

There was a click, as if someone had suddenly pressed the pocket watch's metal button, and the stagnant time around them suddenly broke the ice. The slow movement of the fortune teller returned to normal. She looked at them dumbly, not knowing what had just happened.

"Teacher, you know this is of no use to me." Su He, holding an old pocket watch in his hand, said, "After all these years, I have grown a lot, but you are still standing still."

There was a hint of astonishment and unbelief in the eyes of the prophet, who seemed surprised by his own miss.

"Teacher, the light of that innocent idealist martyr in you once attracted me deeply. But I could n’t agree with your dream in the end. Saving the world is not the way to the highest, you are lost in the praise and nothingness of nothingness. In glory, take up the responsibility that is not yours, and become a ridiculous night watchman. "With Su He's words of regret, the world around him is constantly changing, for a while is the city of the sky in the dawn, and for a while The **** **** full of bones alternates with illusions and real scenes. Countless of the most painful memories come in turns. The devil demon shows his best attack method—spiritual illusion.

Cold sweat slipped from the forehead of the prophet, and he closed his eyes tightly, but his eyelashes continued to tremble. In countless forgotten memories, those pasts that had stinged him and made him lingering again appeared again, watching his former partners who fought side by side They died one after the other in a long flight ...

There was a round of **** sunset in the illusion, and it fell into the night, like falling into hell.