Where is the third collapse? ! !

Beneath her long, pure, green hair that is as pure as flawless jade and would be the envy of any woman, this Ms. Cecilia indeed possesses an exquisite and ethereal face, like a beautiful elf walking out of a fairy tale.

But this peerless face that can drive all males in the world crazy, when you look closely, looks like a lifeless fake doll.

There was still a peaceful smile on the soft corners of her mouth, but it seemed to reveal a strange sense of alienation and joy that made people feel untouchable.

If Cecilia is a beauty as gentle as water, then this person, after the dignified beauty covering the surface is pierced, what is exposed is only the interest and dark side of wandering in the world.

Because her real name is Mistrine Shaniat.

At the end of the Second Collapse, when Cecilia cast the Holy Blood Spear that purified half of Siberia, the natural stigmata in her body reached an unprecedented state.

The moment it surpassed the Ruler of the Void, it even briefly broke through all boundaries between reality and imaginary numbers, causing the existence known as the Shaniyat Stigmata Space to transform into a human-like appearance and appear in the world.

This is the origin of the existence of Misterine.

In short, a living crystal of the stigmata of Shaniyat.

Because of this trait, Mistlin was able to bypass Kallen's defenses and enter Fury's dreamland openly, as described in her previous report to the World Serpent (Volume 2, Chapter 12).

Of course, Misterine also knew that her image was not easy for others to accept, so she specially dressed up as the mother who impressed her most in her memory, Cecilia.

Her tall figure is covered in a slim-fitting, open-neck black and gold jumpsuit that highlights her bust, accentuates her slender waist, and creates an alluring curve at her hips.

The black over-the-knee boots on the lower body covered the slender, straight and plump legs, and the absolute area exposed between the shorts showed the dazzling white.

It's not impossible to pretend to be Bronya's mother, Ms. Alexandra, who is also full of maternal love. However, as a crystal of the stigmata space born from Cecilia, as long as she can suppress the evil taste in her heart, Mistletoe is 100% sure to restore her appearance as the saint was still alive.

As for Alexandra, without being able to experience the situation in person, it would still be a little worse.

The reason why Mistelline did this was that she wanted to use her "motherly love" to melt the boy's lonely heart and obtain the information she wanted.

Is that excessive? Not excessive.

Although you lost your parents, you still have me!

I can completely replace your mother who is most likely no longer alive, and give you the maternal love and family affection that you have not experienced in years in this brief dream, right?

The price I paid was just some small, unimportant whispers that were passed around.

For example, where did this special ability come from?

Or, why could this body easily withstand more than two highest-level stigmata and remain unharmed?

In previous reports, Misterine did have the potential to depict Fury as an artificial end.

After further investigation, she suddenly discovered another problem:

The final reason why Dr. Mei of the previous civilization did not carry out the artificial end plan was the lack of the stigma of the Herrscher of the Origin.

Siyuan is an extremely special Herrscher, and this is a fact that no one can refute.

Her birth was extremely coincidental, as if she was a bit of humanity born from the cocoon of the end after countless reincarnations.

Therefore, anyone who wishes to artificially create the Ruler of the End must use the Origin, the all-encompassing holy mark, as their foundation.

Only in this way can the person concerned accommodate the other twelve highest-sequence stigmata, achieve a power comparable to the end, and save everything.

——But what about Fu Li?

He actually easily contained two highest-level holy marks on his own without the blessing of the Origin.

Not only did the genes in the body not collapse in the conflict of the highest-level stigma, but they were still alive and well and were ready to continue to accommodate more.

Is it in this river?

This does not fit He Zangli.

That's why Misterine arrived early at this time, trying to find out the secret hidden in the boy's body.

Doing so is undoubtedly very dangerous. A big man who is proficient in exploring memories once said: Human memory is no different from the sea of ​​stars. Never gaze at the sea on a starless night.

“So, I took action.”

Under the bright moonlight, Misterine's soft, pale long hair swayed gently with the playful wind, like a fairy floating on the water.

The dreams of the strong are inherently strange and changeable. If one is not careful, the turbulent waves that are stirred up will leave an unforgettable shadow on the invader for life.

But so what?

The lonely boy curled up in the corner was reflected in her beautiful blue eyes, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of the white-haired beauty's mouth.

The fruits of victory soaked in the sweat called challenge should be more delicious, right?

The hunter reached out to his longed-for prey: "Want to dance?"

Tonight is just the first invitation.

In the days ahead, please take good care of me, my dear little one.

"..."

Compared to the sunny and cheerful reality, Fu Li in the dream looks a bit noble and a bit dull.

Facing the hand extended to him by Misterine, the drunken boy looked up in a daze, taking in her waist-length silver hair and her peerless beauty.

“…Cecilia?”

He asked incoherently, the veins on the back of his hand seeming to bulge for a moment.

Mistylin raised her noble and elegant eyebrows.

The real Cecilia Shaniat died in the second collapse in 2000. At that time, Fu Li was only two years old, so theoretically there was no chance for him to meet her.

But Mistlin didn't care. Modern society is so developed, and she might have seen the photo of the saint somewhere.

"right!"

So she nodded with a smile, and the maternal instinct she imitated from Cecilia was fully unleashed.

Half-kneeling on the ground, she lovingly held the boy in her arms, let him rest his head on her chest, and told him a fairy tale full of fantasy and fun.

No resistance.

No resistance.

It seemed as if this was natural, so much so that even Misterine herself was caught off guard.

This is a good thing after all.

Then, the next step is to read this child's memory and obtain all the information he needs -?

'laugh! ’

Mistelline lowered her head and stared at her chest.

It was as if he was torn apart by the sharp teeth of a wild beast, or pierced by indestructible claws, and the huge wound was gushing out blood.

She raised her head blankly, and met the "monster" that was biting her, and a pair of murderous eyes that should have been hazy and dull, but now were looking for someone to devour.

"Dominate! Dominate! Dominate!"

"Bitch!!!"

Purple lightning illuminated the ice-white scales, and the wings and dragon tail behind it stirred up a strong wind.

His image is so distorted yet so beautiful, as if all the fantasies belonging to different kinds are put together, and they are harmoniously compatible with each other.

Those eyes, the setting sun is as red as blood.

That body carries all the beasts of Brahma.

what happened?

It's too late to think like this.

"I want to leave!"

Sensing the crisis, Misterlin turned around abruptly and fled at all costs, wanting to leave this dream and return to reality.

“Die die die die kill kill kill kill kill!!!”

But the monster named Fu Li would never give her this chance. He spread his purple and white wings that rolled up wind and thunder and threw her to the ground. He tore her apart with his claws, bit her with his fangs, entangled her with his legs, and pierced her with his tail.

If Misterine becomes a snake and a mouse, then he becomes a dragon and an eagle;

If Misterine turned into a wolf and a crane, he would turn into a tiger and a leopard.

He was a wild beast, using every part of his body to ravage, kill and torture the peerless beauty in front of him.

Their faces were ferocious, as if they were mortal enemies.

In fact, that's exactly what happened.

There are some things that Misterine knows.

For example, Otto madly buried many copies of Cecilia in the underground laboratory of Saint Freya, using them as materials for extracting the holy blood of Shaniyat, as well as consumables for detonating the holy blood barrier at critical moments to delay the enemy.

But there was one thing Misterine could never know.

Last week, the Herrscher of the Thousand controlled some of the clones in the basement. Not only did she use the Holy Blood to weaken Fu Li's physical attributes and will to resist, she also maliciously manipulated them into joining the "sound and healthy little game" with the captive boy.

If Misterine were to meet Fu Li in real life, even if the boy was emo inside, his reason and character would be enough to completely suppress this instinct and chat and laugh with her calmly.

Fu Li is just like that. He plays when he should play, makes noise when he should make noise, is abstract when he should be abstract, and is serious when he should be serious.

Sadly, this is a dream.

It is a dream in which all instincts are liberated, imagination runs wild, and there is no restraint at all.

Fu Li himself was drunk and had no time or ability to restrain his inner self.

"help me!"

With a hoarse voice, Mistlin stretched out her hands to the sky again and again, praying to the gods somewhere to give her help.

But time and again she was dragged back to the cage by the roaring beasts of Brahma and was ravaged beyond recognition.

Fu Li used his life in last week's program to prove a saying: hard work is nothing compared to talent, and talent is vulnerable to fate.

And now, it was Hato's turn to 'enjoy' it.

"Please, let me go!"

In desperation, Mistlin not only tried to pretend to be the original character to comfort him, but also humbly begged for forgiveness.

Unfortunately, it's all useless.

A similar development could be said to have been played by the Ruler of the Ruler of all dark thoughts long ago.

For example, let the replica who is having an in-depth communication with Fu Li pretend to awaken the memory of the original body, and laugh at the moment when his heart is full of hope and the belief in resistance is ignited, saying that I lied to you; or specially create a saintly female personality based on the remaining memories in the replica, let this personality and Fu Li huddle together for warmth amid the ridicule of the other clones, and finally tear them apart without hesitation.

As for the saintly questioning of him for actually raising a flag against her, who had such a relationship with Kiana; having her clone transform into a tiny Kiana and watching all of this, tearfully declaring, "I hate Xiao Li the most!" before turning and walking away, chanting "Lch Liebe Dich"...

All we can say is that the previous generation planted trees, and the next generation blocked them.

No matter how Misterine behaved, in the eyes of the confused and mad Fury, it was just a trick used by the slave girl to play tricks on him again.

Thus passed the night of starless lamentation.

It was not until the early morning that the boy in reality woke up rubbing his eyes. Mistellin, who was finally liberated, fled back to the stigmata space in a very embarrassed manner, and curled up in a corner to lick her wounds.

I believe that after such an experience, even someone as bold and reckless as her would not dare to act as recklessly as before, relying on her superior abilities, for a short period of time.

In reality, Fu Li, with a happy face, had no time to recall the beautiful white figure with a voluptuous figure and excellent touch in his dream, but was shocked by the scene in front of him.

He silently released Alicia from his arms and moved Bronya's twin-turbo little head away from his shoulder.

At the same time, he gently pushed away Mei who was lying on his thighs and Theresa who was on the outside, and then pulled his left hand out of Jizi's clothes.

Finally, he stood up, letting the stupid Kiana who had acted as a mattress see the light of day again, and instantly slipped away a hundred meters away with a void move.

"Drinking really messes things up!"

Everyone's clothes, including Fu Li's, were in good condition, which meant that nothing unpleasant happened last night.

But this development was still super scary! Fortunately, I woke up first!

……

Chapter 8 "Raven, Pacing, Rolling, and Crying"

Crescent Island in the early morning is like a tranquil painting. The sunset glows on the sea, creating a golden hue. The waves gently hit the beach, and the melodious sound seems to be telling the absurdity and dreams of last night.

After Fu Li left in a panic, the eyelids of the people scattered all over the beach moved at the same time.

He seemed to be concerned about something and refused to open his eyes. It was obvious that he found it difficult to speak after recalling everything that happened at the bonfire party.