The breath of the giant dragon that was still connected with flesh and blood a moment ago suddenly disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by an extremely ominous will that was seeping in.
"Terminate connection!"
Isius immediately took action to cut off the connection with the fire dragon. The loss is inevitable. The top priority now is to give up the spiritual energy node residing in the dragon's body and let his consciousness return to a safe area.
but……
"Level 5 unknown psychic signal detected..."
"Detachment, failure..."
Isius' heart suddenly contracted. He clearly felt that his consciousness was trapped in the dragon's body, and he was unable to connect with the main body left in the camp behind!
To make matters worse, at this moment, a fog rolled in.
A terrifying will came. Isius couldn't see its figure clearly, but he could hear the heavy horse's hooves and the neighing sound. The pressure was so powerful that it was impossible to look directly at it, approaching step by step, making him breathless.
It comes from a distant world, following the veins of flesh, nerves and consciousness. Every sound and every breath hints of disaster.
In the darkness and mist, a living creature slowly emerged riding a pale green bone horse.
He was wearing heavy plate armor and black robes, and there was blood flashing under the ferocious and sharp helmet. The horse's hooves crush the soul, making a miserable twisting sound that makes people tremble from the bottom of their hearts.
"Death, Death Knight..."
Isius was frightened. Just seeing the blurry figure and hearing the sound of horse hooves, he was already frightened and wanted to run away.
However, his will could still resist, and he mobilized all his strength to roar:
"I hold the secret of magic and the protection of immortality. Coming and going between the containers is just a matter of thought! Don't even think of stopping me!"
Before he finished speaking, the death knight raised his hand and pointed, and a dark green substance between liquid and gas suddenly attacked Isius.
Death coil!
Isius, who was caught between flesh and blood and consciousness, was hit before he could defend himself.
In the dark, there were two sounds of dice falling to the ground. Isius suddenly felt as if a crack had been torn open in his brain, and he was falling into an endless abyss. His whole body was out of control, and his remaining sanity was boiling.
Okay, so uncomfortable...
Me, who am I? where am I……
Isius couldn't see, touch, smell, or even struggle and didn't know how to move. The only thing that can be touched is a whisper lingering in the ear:
"Shh... it will be over soon."
…
It was gray outside the window, as if someone in the sky had covered the quiet castle with an opaque blanket.
Isius woke up from his slumber and found himself curled up in a comfortable lounge chair. The blanket spread under me is warm and soft, and has a magical power that makes you sink into a swamp and be unable to escape. He vaguely felt that he had something extremely important that he urgently needed to complete, but he couldn't remember it. He muttered to himself in confusion:
"I am asleep?"
"Won't you sleep a little longer?"
Miss Lilia de Crozier was sitting opposite, holding a cup of coffee in her hand, stirring the sugar cubes leisurely with a silver spoon, and asked casually.
"Ding ding dong dong..."
"Lilia? Why are you here?" Isius felt something was wrong and wanted to stand up from the recliner, but a severe headache made him sit back down, pressing his forehead.
"Shouldn't I be here?" the girl asked softly, "Why?"
"Uh, I have a headache, please don't answer questions with questions," Isius tapped his forehead, trying to cheer up, "Please let me stay by myself for a while."
The girl stood up, nodded politely, and looked like she was leaving.
Isius breathed a long sigh of relief and finally relaxed a little.
He felt more relaxed than ever before - like a person who had just taken a moment of respite from extreme danger and felt relaxed from the inside out.
Suddenly, he found that Murat was also in the room, greeting Lilia briskly, and then came to the tea cabinet nearby, preparing to make tea with familiarity.
"Murat, why are you here?"
"Shouldn't I be here?" Murat asked. "Why?"
Ah, this... Isius felt his head hurt even more, as if he was about to faint at any time.
His Thoral and future brother-in-law, Murat, took out a teacup from nowhere, poured a packet of sugar into it, sprinkled a few drops of coffee, and stirred it with a tinkling sound of a silver spoon.
Isius felt something was wrong, and looked at his sister and Murat in confusion, watching the two holding small teacups, stirring the sugar cubes at the same rhythm, and looking at him with a smile.
"Mura, give me a drink too!"
Isius suddenly heard a familiar voice again. I don't know when there was a fourth person in the room.
Nona, wearing a light cavalry uniform, appeared out of nowhere, took the tea cup from Murat, raised her eyebrows at Isius, and asked: "Hey, guys, how much time do you have?"
What time? Ask me? Isius became confused.
"It's coming, it's coming, please don't rush me~" Kula pulled open a large bag of sugar cubes, and the white sugar cubes fell on the carpet with a tinkling sound. She hurriedly bent over and grabbed two handfuls, stuffing them into Nona's and her own teacups, "Someone give us some more coffee!"
Bang!
Isius jumped up from the recliner and backed away, knocking over the recliner.
This startled everyone in the room, and Lilia, Murat, Nona, and Kulala all turned their heads. At the same time, the door was opened, and Dedeus and several acquaintances walked in, looking at Isius together.
There was a smile on their lips, and then they took out a teacup from nowhere, filled it with sugar cubes, mixed it with some coffee, and slowly stirred it with a small spoon...
"ah--!"
Isius screamed, turned around, opened the window, and wanted to jump out.
The scream disturbed the servants downstairs. They all raised their heads, each holding a small teacup, and looked upstairs.
"Get out of my room!" Isius screamed.
"Can it be over?" Murat asked.
"Get out of the room of I, Isius de Crozier! You monsters!" cried the Vicomte, tearing at his face with his nails.
"Your answer is incorrect." Dedeus shrugged.
"Then we are in a dilemma," Kurala also shook her head, "This is not Isius's room~"
"I didn't see Isius either," Nona said, "Never..."
"There is no Isius."
"Huh? What? What are you talking about?"
Isius felt like he was having a chaotic nightmare. He seemed to understand something, but also seemed to understand nothing.
He was about to faint, so he staggered back a few steps and leaned against the window sill, keeping himself away from the guys who were stirring the candy with small spoons.
At this moment, he caught a glimpse of himself in the glass——
He was wearing the hard-wearing civilian clothes of a southern expedition and a round hat. He was dark-skinned, his hair and beard were meticulously groomed, and he was in his early thirties.
"ah!"
Isius burst out of the room and ran down the corridor like a madman. There always seemed to be someone chasing him behind him.
Finally, he escaped to a corner, which was quiet and deserted. He could stop to take a breath, wiped his sweat and said to himself:
"What, what happened?"
"Are you asking me?"
Suddenly a figure asked condescendingly.
Isius raised his head suddenly and saw an oil painting hanging on the wall. The painting shows a calm and resolute man, wearing a round hat, with dark skin, about thirty-five years old.
Below the portrait, the nameplate reads:
"Count Wesker de Crozier, 1392-1427."
Isius could no longer say a word. He could hear his teeth chattering and saw the count in the painting holding a tea cup and slowly stirring it. Finally, the earl picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He seemed very satisfied with the ratio of sugar and coffee. He smiled slightly and said:
"assimilation--
"Finish."
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