Secret: The Fool's Witch Angel

The three of them followed Hermione to that square. Unlike yesterday, Edmund tonight lacked a lot of whimsy and whimsy, and stood at the canvas, concentrating on his masterpiece.

The residents of the small town also stepped out of their dreams and began to walk here, as if guided by their subconscious.

Hermione first came to Edmund to look at the painting in front of him. He mixed the gray and black paint and painted it there in a mess.

The portrait is based on purple and gray, and there is an empty area, with squares on one side, which looks like a space of different dimensions.

Hermione noticed a darker trace, which seemed to be crowded with things, dense and terrifying.

He raised his hand and smashed the painting with a punch, which made the three people who just came behind feel puzzled.

As long as you don't think about it, you are safe. The town is full of ordinary people, so they naturally don't think too much.But the three people who came in were not necessarily so.

"Go away, it's not safe now."

Hermione directly interrupted the dream, and the three found themselves still in place, with Edmund lying on the opposite side, holding the pitch-black soufflé in his hand.

She wasn't sure if it was the invisible being that appeared behind, or the bright red moon, or something else.

"Some things are dangerous just by seeing them, so don't force them." Hermione reminded them to go to Edmund's dream again later.

The three of Nona haven't reacted yet, and seeing Hermione's dignified look, it's hard to say anything.Several people continued to look at the sleeping Edmund Winter.

In the bedroom of Wren's mansion, Mrs. Wrenner, wearing a pink nightgown, looked left and right in the newly dressed mirror.Although the newly installed mirror is very clean and restored, I always feel a little worse looking at myself inside.

Ren, who was sitting by the bed, wanted his wife to come over quickly.Mrs. Wren put away her scrutiny and walked towards the door.

"Where do you want to go? Serena." Ren grabbed the bed sheet with his hands, his face twisted.

"I can't get used to it now. When I think of you, I just..." Mrs. Wren swallowed while holding her chest: "I'm going to sleep with my daughter tonight, so don't look for me yet. "

"How dare you..." Ren gritted his teeth and wanted to pull his disobedient wife back, but when he thought of the terrifying mysterious man and the beating, he could only keep tearing the sheets.

In the dark space, Tatiana withdrew her gaze from the room, and Duke North was still hiding in the shadow behind her.

"No accident, it will be tonight and tomorrow night. She is very smart and should understand soon."

"The ancient castle left by Arista is actually here. You didn't remind me earlier that there are many treasures inside."

"I also just told me recently, what does the castle have to do with me, I just want her."

"You are really a group of twisted guys, but I like it very much. I also want to enjoy the witch of Sauron's family." North's cold voice was mixed with overflowing desire.

"That depends on your ability." Tatiana, who turned her back to North, showed a sneer and disdain.

"I can use you first now, don't forget your identity."

The pitch-black shadow directly covered Tatiana, making her look terrified, her green eyes filled with mist.

In the farmland of the garden, a little purple-black appeared in the flowerpot piled up in the corner of a certain field ridge. It spread quickly and turned the moist and dark fertile soil inside into a plate of purple sand, which was fixed here.

In the woods by the lake, Hermione sat directly in the spider silk hammock, hiding in the shadows and waiting.

The three of Nona felt that Hermione was nearby, but they couldn't find the exact location, knowing that she didn't want to communicate with them.

We all have a common belief, and it should be one thing that everyone agrees on.Just like the ritual of the Iron Knight, the moment when the team is united.

Thinking of this, Hermione apologized to the people in Garcia Town, and she had to use the charm in the dream to unite them.

Otherwise, let Edmond go out of the town, stir up everyone's hatred, and let everyone do him with a unified caliber.This is obviously not suitable for my style.

This will affect the majesty of the church, and Brandt will definitely be the first to kill him. I really don't know how that Friedrich held back back then.

Edmund's subconscious got the upper hand, and the dream came out again, but this time he turned into a missionary, standing in the square and waiting for other dreamers to come.

"Go in."

Hermione reminded the three of Nona to appear at the edge of the square, and Edmund above looked at them and nodded with a smile.The book in his hand becomes a picture frame.

The square frames above are stacked on top of each other in various colors. Nona and the three of them are confused, and the distance is a little far away, so they can't see clearly.

"Don't look at that painting and don't think about it."

After the reminder, she came directly to Edmond's side, her light blue eyes were as clear as the sun shining on the blue sea water, her hair loosened and became slightly curly, and her long hair was tied behind her head, with all the girlish features. Beautiful, but with endless temptation.

Everyone below was attracted by her at once, as if looking at the most beautiful thing, they stretched out their hands and became intoxicated, even Nona and the three could not avoid it.

"Come, join me in praising the Fool, praising him, our guardian."

The following followed Hermione's words and actions, and their hearts were extremely devout.They don't think about anything at the moment, they only think about the most beautiful person above.

The picture frame in Edmund's hand broke free and floated into the air, and the layers of frames inside were magnified and merged into the picture frame.

The separate colors start to stack up and change.One by one, the scenes could not be seen, and a white mist was formed.

An ancient aura came here, full of danger and oppression.

Those residents who were still in a state of confusion were all thrown back to their dreams by Hermione, and Edmond, who was holding the picture frame, jumped up and walked towards the sky happily.

"Hurry up and get out of the dream with me."

Pulling the confused Nona back, Hermione exited the dreamland. At this time, Edmund took the black stick and walked towards the white mist by the lake, which stretched to an unknown place.

The colored light spot in his head enlarged and turned into an unreal picture frame, and he was like a person in the picture.

Hermione kept some distance behind him, and the three people behind felt very incredible, trying to step on the white mist without falling into the lake below.

In the dark world, Duke North raised his pale face, his pupils glowing with green light.Tatiana quickly tossed her hair loose in her hands and gasped for breath, and disappeared here.

Tatiana propped herself up with trembling hands and took out a mirror with runes already arranged on it. After praying in Hermes, she pulled up her skirt and walked out.

Hermione had already followed Edmund to the sky above the white mist, where stood an ancient castle with a purple outer wall. It stood in the white mist, occupying all the places in front of the sight, and the fog became thicker as it went inside.

The masonry stripes on the outside are intact, and it looks like an ordinary castle below. The windows on the walls are dark, as if all the curtains have been drawn.

The stone gate in the middle was closed tightly, and Edmund was already very close to it, and the picture frame on his body kept helping him to disperse the dense fog.

Hermione felt her body become heavy in an instant, and she used the yesterday reappearance spell without hesitation, borrowing her peak power from more than 1000 years ago.

The loose red hair spread out and became thick, and the human face reappeared at the end of the hair.Her body is also covered with evil and gorgeous patterns, and her whole person has a coquettish and evil charm.

The faces of those haired people all turned to one place, with gray eyes open.

Noth emerged with curved devil horns, wings, and sharp claws on his hands. His body exuded a blood-red light, and the blood runes in the exposed translucent skin were constantly flowing and washing.

The aura of killing, bloodthirsty, depravity, and fear, along with the pitch-black filth, covered the place.

Edmund's frame blocked all these breaths outside, and walked towards the door that was just a step away.

Duke North drew out the blood-red sword that was burning with poisonous fire and slashed at Hermione, roaring loudly, trying to frighten Hermione by spreading fear.

Hermione's ears leaked black pus, her body was covered with some filth, and she quickly got rid of her fear.

The ensuing endless desire and lust will ignite her, and her light blue eyes become tender.

The subsequent frost froze the filthy liquid and breath and disappeared here. Hermione switched places with Noth and let him cut into the air.

On the lake, the three of Nona swam to the shore. For a moment they thought they were going to die, but they finally appeared here. The white mist in the sky was depressing and terrifying, and their spiritual intuition told them to run.

"Owen, what's wrong with you."

Owen, lying on the shore, straightened his body, and the thorns in his body kept growing to envelop him. Dixon, who reacted, turned into the light of the morning sun, trying to dispel the evil on him.

The originally pure and white sunlight quickly turned dark, and even Dixon fell to the ground and grew thorns, which soon turned into a pile of twisting thorns.

The trembling thorns were covered with a slippery and dark liquid, which exuded desire, birth and madness. Nona, who hid in the distance, forcibly turned her head away and left here directly.

The filth and frost around the white mist are constantly changing, congealing and shattering, and black flames and poisonous fires shroud the place.

Negative emotions of pain, despair, fear, bloodthirsty, and lust are filled here.

Hermione condensed an ice sword full of black flames and North's blood-red sword collided, and the ice sword shattered, and the black flames scattered all over the sky and ignited here.

She was also wrapped in a thick black layer, and the wriggling dirty liquid wanted to completely cover her.

"Death" sounded in ancient Hermes, and she clutched her heart in pain.

The transparent ice wall appeared and shattered again, and the filth on her body disappeared. The seductive desire made it difficult for her to concentrate on it. They were constantly stirring up her desire and anger.

I can't procrastinate like this, I'll miss the time.Hermione saw that Edmund was about to open the door.

The strong wind blew quickly, blowing away the filthy atmosphere of poisonous gas and smoke, and a tornado that could cut everything appeared above the white mist.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, one after another thunder flashed, and the rumbling sound exploded in the sky above Garcia, awakening the residents below.

North's aura was not weak at all, he completely turned into the most terrifying appearance in hell, his body covered with blood-red patterns was completely exposed, and the blood flowed all over his body, and the falling filth looked like dirt covering it.

"This time, let's see if you are sinking in desire, or I am falling in pain."

"are you crazy."

The gust of wind mixed with thunderstorms hit North. His whole body was covered with a wall of rotating flames, and he squeezed through forcefully, and the bloodthirsty giant sword that fell in his hand trembled a little more.

Hermione took the opportunity to come aside and not confront North head-on, and her occult virus finally worked.

A strong sense of crisis came, she kept shifting positions, layers of shattered frost fell down, and a human face with thick brown hair appeared in front of her.

A huge flame burst out from her hand, covering the light at the moment of opening, and jumped behind Edmund.

He had opened the door and was about to go in.Hermione kicked the picture frame, and Edmund rolled in with the frame and the people, and the two disappeared through the door.

Bloodthirsty blood demons followed, leaving behind a cloud of poisonous smoke and filth, and the aftermath of howling to spread fear.

The melodious sound of the flute carried purple-black powder inside at the last moment when the gate was closed, and the white mist began to become unstable, and the castle that completely occupied the sight became as illusory as foam.

Tatiana revealed her figure angrily, pulled out a sticky thorn and lit it with black fire, and threw it away. Her shoulders were held by soft and beautiful hands.

A woman with long brown hair and dark green eyes appeared next to her. She looked strangely coquettish and possessed an extremely charming beauty. She looked like the most beautiful girl who had just grown up.

"Go back, the opportunity is behind."

The sweet voice calmed Tatiana's restlessness.The old castle in front dissipated and shattered like a bubble.

Saint Christopher in a white robe also appeared here. He exuded a hazy white light, and a few brass-colored eyes opened from time to time on his wrinkled face, looking in different directions around him.

"You guys are really bad enough."

The brown-haired girl finished speaking with a provocative sweet voice, and disappeared here with Tatiana.

St. Christopher wiped away the remaining filth of North.The filthy thorns that were constantly expanding and growing wildly by the lake also turned into powder and dissipated.He also disappeared here.

The place where the door was entered was empty, with purple walls and floors on both sides.

Except for the stairs on both sides and the deep passages on both sides, the red carpet below is as bright red as ever and spotless.

Hermione, who was covered with evil patterns and flaunted her thick red hair, floated up and rushed directly inside. She wanted to find that person in peak time.

The structure inside the castle is similar to what was common more than 1000 years ago. The walls painted purple are scattered with oil paintings. There are desolate purple and black inside, people sleeping next to the moon, and people stretching out their hands wrapped around thorns. .

The overly peaceful serenity made her vaguely uneasy, and the doors of the rooms on both sides were closed tightly, making it impossible to judge the situation inside.Separated by a special breath.

She smashed the doors of the rooms she saw along the way, and there was no human breath except for some things piled up inside.The rotting door at the back automatically repairs and returns to its usual appearance.

All the way to the meeting hall, except for unknown pollution, there is nothing here.

Her heart kept falling apart, and she felt a strange force permeating over her.

The eyes in an oil painting hanging on the wall are watching her. She sees the eyes all over the world, and her body is about to crack and grow eyes.

The oil painting on the wall shattered into several pieces and fell to the ground. Hermione relied on the form of mythical creatures to cut off that connection, and continued to walk forward, where a ball of poisonous fire burst out.

North was holding a blood-red sword, a few thorns grew out of his translucent skin and wrapped around his chest, and the bloodlust and anger in his eyes overwhelmed his reason.

He opened his fangs and roared in fear, and the blood-red liquid moved along the wall, trying to envelop Hermione.

Hermione jumped directly into the mirror and swung him away. She has very little time now and can't waste time with a lunatic.

She searched up layer by layer, except for all kinds of oil paintings hanging on the wall, there was nothing she wanted to see.

Looking at the dark passage above, she also yelled, and all her hair moved forward to the last floor.

In addition to the oil paintings hanging on both sides, there are also oil paintings standing up front to occupy one wall.

There is a red two-handed sword painted in the middle, beautifully crafted, entwined with rose patterns, inserted on the ground, the color is as red as pure blood, not the depravity and filth of North.The light red of the package is like a flame.

Surrounded by some people and houses, it was like a painting of a living village. Hermione saw the blond Natalia in it, she was sitting in a chair in the garden, and the background of the person opposite looked like Dermot.

Before she could get close, North turned into a demon. The thorns on his chest grew a little longer, and he attacked Hermione crazily, forcing her eyes to look at the oil paintings on the walls on both sides.

Eyes, moon, desert, streamlined ripples, gray mist, and fragmented starry sky appear in the original empty frame.

Hermione's power began to fade, the spell's time had passed, a few gazes came to her, and her flesh and blood began to be out of control.

"If you want to die, you can come back and merge with me."

An icy female voice sounded, and the brand of the original witch and the imprint of twisted curves in the body emerged and radiated light, resisting those erosions.

North released large swaths of poisonous mist and roars of fear, catching Hermione who was hesitant just now, and the bright red, corrupt and evil twisted together.

The flowing blood quickly eroded half of her body with filth.The space here is small, and there are all kinds of weird things that make it difficult for her to play.

"It's time to go back with me." North opened his mouth full of viscous black liquid and said, pulling out pitch-black silk threads from his teeth.

"Go back to your mother's house."

Hermione hit the huge oil painting with all her strength, crushing the ice wall in her hand at the same time.

Burning black flames filled the place, and there was a crackling sound, and the huge oil painting became a pile of fragments.