Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 149 Mission: 09-4 Excommunication
The shadows left by Nero's previous hymns were thrown into this column of light, and together they became this majestic and sacred giant figure, waiting for Nero to sing the final judgment.

What it awaits is the largest court that humans can imagine, and it itself is the most impartial judge that humans can expect.

In an instant, the eight demons that broke into the light column all fell down trembling, died in painful struggle, and turned into smoke and gradually dissipated.

Nero drew his sword and stood up, raising the blade above his head, pointing it directly at the top of the endless light, and took a deep breath.

Then she slowly opened her eyes and looked into the pairs of dodging red eyes in the depths of the darkness one by one.

Here, demons are rampant and righteousness is gone.

Then there is no need for mercy, just make the judgment.

"Mighty and majestic king!"

With a loud hymn, Nero announced the beginning of the trial.

"My prayers are not worth it, but please punish me—"

Then she closed her eyes slightly, as if listening attentively. In the silence, the lingering sound of Nero's song seemed to still resonate back and forth in the theater.

The beam of light dissipated, and the figure vanished into thin air, filling the entire theater and enveloping all the demons. A moment later, the sword swung down, delivering the final verdict.

Nero opened her eyes, her blazing crimson pupils brimming with righteous fury. With beautiful lyrics, she read aloud the verdict signed by the judge behind her:

"Let the sinners fall into everlasting fire."

Invisible waves rippled through the entire hall, and a formless, colorless, and lightless flame instantly engulfed the entire theater. The screams of demons echoed everywhere, and the atmosphere was filled with a burning stench.

Nero continued, "Let them burn in pools of sulfur."

Pure white fluorescence rose from the cracks between the tiles, enveloping the demons that were being burned by the flames and gradually turned into foul smoke. Then, with one final sentence, Nero finally delivered his final judgment on these evil demons:

"Let them suffer day and night, forever and ever."

So, in the pure white light, Nero stepped on the stairs, climbed up, and passed through the demons struggling in pain step by step.

With every step she took, countless demons died in the flames, and the dark magic power was swallowed by the pure white light and merged into Nero's body.

step.

step.

Another step.

The demons continued to dissipate with her footsteps, as if that slender and graceful figure was the god of death announcing the coming of the end of the world.

This god of death didn't even bother to glance at the prostrate "believers." She simply walked through the crowd with a warm smile. As she walked, the blade in her hand gradually faded, her burning eyes slowly extinguished, and her dazzling silver hair gradually turned to pure gold.

The demon's wails faded, and the dark theater fell silent again. The spotlight still followed Nero's footsteps closely, escorting her all the way to the theater's entrance.

Nero, who had released his demonic state, stood at the door, then turned gracefully, facing the direction of the light, lifted his skirt and saluted, saying goodbye to the owner of the dream.

Since we're in the theater, we have to abide by the theater's rules. The performance ends, and the actors leave. This time, it's the real curtain call.

Then she lifted the curtain, facing the pure, luminous nothingness beyond, and stepped in without hesitation. In a wave of pale dizziness, Nero realized she had crossed the border of dreams. If the human subconscious were an ocean, then "dreams" were an island within it. After leaping from the safety of this island, Nero fell into the turbulent current. She felt like a leaf in a storm, helplessly swept away by the whirlpool, drifting towards the unknown distance.

This experience brought home to her why Wakaba Mutsu had said he wasn't sure where to go. The subconscious mind contained the vast majority of the human spirit, making it difficult to confront with conscious awareness. If Nero didn't want to get lost in it, she had to find a lifeline quickly.

It doesn't matter who it is, as long as they are related to Wakaba Mu or Nero himself, as long as they can find a connection with that person -

In a very brief, yet seemingly extraordinarily long drift, Nero finally grasped that slender "straw." She held on to it tightly, found the door to another world, and plunged into it.

The world is spinning.

After a moment, the dizziness in Nero's head slowly receded, and the feeling of groundedness returned. Nero quickly scanned the surroundings and realized he was in front of a building with a distinctly European style. The building seemed to be in the shape of an inverted T, forming a faint cross with the protruding entrance, with a pointed tower at the center.

“Is this… a church?”

Nero made this judgment based on the cross-shaped carvings on the walls and the ornate reliefs on the doorposts. As the former "Saint" of the Church of Fortuna, she thought she had some good judgment.

But why the church?

Nero certainly knew many people who were familiar with the church, but they were not in this city, and it was impossible for them to have dreams here. So the owner of this dream should be someone Ruoye Mu knew?

With such doubts, Nero walked into the building.

There was no one here, and all the rooms were empty. However, after carefully observing those rooms, Nero gradually realized that this was not a church, but a school built in a similar style to a church.

Or we can say directly that it is most likely a "church school", a school funded and operated by the church.

Then the owner of the dream is one of the students of this school.

After realizing this, Nero walked out of the back door of the building and into the small square behind the school. She needed to find the owner of the dream as soon as possible, then find a way to leave and continue looking for a way to enter Xiangzi's dream.

Even though it was probably a long shot, Nero had to do it.

At the entrance to the square, Nero's keen ears caught a murmur of quarreling coming from the square on the other side of the building. Without giving it much thought, Nero followed the sound and went over.

Walking around the building's cross-shaped protrusion, Nero spotted two people standing by the side of a pure white fountain, hidden by a small patch of trees. Because of the trees, Nero could only see that they were both wearing pleated skirts. The colors of the skirts were slightly different, suggesting they were school uniforms.

Nero walked quickly.

After taking only two steps, one of the two figures suddenly knelt down.

what's the situation?
Nero stood there in confusion, and then he heard a familiar voice pleading with tears in his eyes:

"I beg you!"

The man said, "As long as you are willing to forgive me, I will ask you to do anything!"

"Ok?"

Nero couldn't help but make a puzzled sound.

(End of this chapter)