I haven’t felt such warm sunlight in a long time.

Garcia stood in the garden with a deep breath, and the smell of rosemary floated into her nasal cavity with the breeze.

This is not the kingdom of eternal winter, and the far north land has nothing but cold wind, frozen soil, and no aromatic winter flowers.In the backyard of the castle, there is always a dry meat and fat intestine, and the strong fishy smell is lingering.This is not a blue port, there is no familiar salty and dampness in the wind, and you can't hear the sound of the sea rushing to the beach with your eyes closed.

This is the castle, she thought.

But... it looks a little different from what it looks like in the memory.

Garcia sat down by the central flower pool, stroking the slightly rough stone bricks - since he was a child in the place to hide and hide and fall, his forehead was hard on the edge of the flower pool, and after the blood had shed his face, his father knocked all the stone bricks off and replaced them with smooth pebbles.In this way, although it will no longer stumbling, it will not be able to hide the body shape as a cover.

At that time, she remembered that in addition to herself, there were also Golon and Tiffico, who were so frightened after seeing her sister fall that they deliberately hit their heads by the flower pool in order to coax themselves to stop crying, and even imitated their own fall.Afterward, of course, they were not beaten by their father.

It was a past that Garcia thought would never be remembered, like a secret buried under a tree, buried deep.But when she returned to the old ground, she found that this picture did not fade at all, and after prying out of the earth, she was still alive.

It was as if everything was back to childhood.

"This is your world," a strange voice rang from behind, "as a place to sleep, it is a good choice."

Garcia looked back and saw a white woman walking out of the flower pool, she had a pair of light red eyes and long white hair, the five senses are as exquisite as the exquisitely carved out, the sound is ethereal and pleasant, as if falling into the gods.

The Queen's face was completely sombre, "You are a witch of the church."

"My name is Jeru, and the word witch is not for me."She smiled, "I am called a pure one, and it is not the same as the blood that has fallen."

“The pure?But it is the plaything that the church keeps,” Gyasiah said coldly, “what kind of trick is this scene, and is your ability to create illusions?”She suddenly picked up a stone and held it hard in her hand, "It's just an illusion!"None of this deceives me!”

The Queen's roar went far away, but the scene in front of her did not change, the stone did not break, but she was scratched by the hard angular angular.The hand was spread out, and the pain came from the broken wound, clear and real.

"It seems that you don't know anything about the power of witches, and that's all too good," said Jairo, lifting the skirt and slightly bowing, "to welcome the world of consciousness, which I call the battlefield of the soul."We will fight here, and the winner will get everything, and the loser will lose everything... just as the oracle is recorded in the holy book.”

The soul...the battlefield?

Garcia shuddered, suddenly felt a tear of heart pain from the heart, and Jairo did not know where to pull out a long gun and stabbed her chest directly into her chest.Breathing suddenly became difficult, she opened her mouth to shout, but could not make a little sound, the other side reversed the gun, so as to pump back, the blood squirted with the tip of the gun, and quickly splashed half of her body.Garcia fell to her knees, trembling to cover her wounds, and a large amount of blood loss gradually blurred her consciousness.

The next moment, she found herself still standing in place, her body intact.And the shadow stood a few meters away from her, just as the other party had never left there.

What's going on?Gasia's gasping, hallucination?She covered her severely undulating chest, and the place she had just been pierced was still vaguely painful.She bowed her head, and there was a large beach of blood scattered in the shape of a large beach at her feet.

“That’s the basic rule.Consciousness is not immortal,” said Elo, spreading her hands, “and the pain of every death is real to you.It will consume your mental and physical strength, and when this feeling is beyond what you can bear, the real sleep will come.”

"Every death, the body will return to its original state, the average person can bear three or four times at most, of course, I have seen a lot of determined people, can survive seven or eight times, or even more."She explained gently, "Although I am looking forward to your performance, if I give up resistance, I can also understand, after all, continuous death is also an unbearable suffering for me." 」The choice to escape at such times is not an act of cowardice, especially when the end is already set.”

With that, she dropped the spear in her hand, pulled out a large sword from behind again, jumped up straight, and split off toward Jiaxia.

The latter glared with eyes, and the pure man in a white robe, could not have hidden so many weapons, all of which had been . . . . out of thin air.Suddenly her words flashed in her mind—

“This is your world...”

“I call it the battlefield of the soul."

“Consciousness is not immortal...it is real to you.”"

The big sword fell, did not divide the Queen of blue water into two, but hit a large iron shield, a huge rebound force so that Jie Luo could not hold the hilt of the sword, the big sword flew up, the body followed a few steps back, Garcia also because of this strong sinking chopping fell to the ground.

“The end is fixed?”She gritted her teeth and sneered twice, “You said before, this is my world, right?”As she spoke, she turned over and got up, and suddenly appeared in her hand, and she raised her hand to shoot at each other.At the same time, a cross rose from behind Jero, trapping her body firmly.

She suddenly showed a look of pain, and after two breaths, she slowly said, "Making, surprised me... coughing, if ordinary people ... it is difficult to accept all this, let alone mobilize consciousness to counterattack."It's... the Queen of Bishui, who has a headache for Lord Mayne."

"Thanks," said Garcia, picking up the long gun that fell back on the ground, "if you hadn't had too much nonsense, I might not have grasped the wonder of the conscious world so quickly.How many holes should I put on you next?”

She laughed hard, "Let you do it."

...

When Garcia stabs the tenth shot, the purer finally dies - she deliberately avoids the fatal position, from the limbs and the abdomen, the initial cry of Jero will be painful, and then the voice gradually faded.

This guy should be back, right?But this is the castle palace, its own home place, since she can change the environment and objects as she pleases, she can not lose.

Indeed, a white light flashed on the pure, and the mouth of the mouth disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Jairo opened her eyes again.

Garcia raised her long gun and prepared to send her to death, and suddenly became a sudden - only to see her hands bound by the cross easily broke the rope, kicked the shot lever, and instantly approached herself, raising her hand and wavering.Before Garcia could react, she had lost her physical sensation.

The headless body fell down, and the other side's hands were empty.

This – how is it possible?

After counting, the Queen of Bishui covered her neck and took two steps back in a panicked... just now, she cut her neck with her arm.Looking at the broken hemp rope on the cross and the blood on her hands, it is clear that the previous scene was not an illusion.

“If you can’t grasp the nature of consciousness, how can I have a real battle?”Elo smiled, “In addition, you seem to be wondering, why can I break free of the rope of thick fingers?”In fact, it is not difficult to understand that the winner gets everything, the loser loses everything... Among the people I engulf, there is a kind of witch who is extremely powerful, they are infinitely powerful, agile, and not afraid of the influence of the stone of God’s punishment.You may not be well aware that the Church has a special name for them, the transcendent."

She opened her hands, "it is impossible to defeat me by conventional means, and if you want to survive, you have to redouble your efforts... Now it's my turn."(Unfinished.