MTL - Don’t Confiscate My Citizenship

 Chapter 609 Lan Qi and Hyperion’s Shadow Weaving Record (Part 1)

The interference and response produced by the violent ninth-level magic power caused the entire film and television viewing angle to tremble.

 Originally, Kaliela was still praying that a big demon would wake up first and help her seal off the fourth ancestor Eduardo, but now it has become extremely critical.

Furthermore, Kaliela also noticed just now that Ulises, the tenth ancestor, wanted the little wolf girl more than helping the fourth ancestor Eduardo to blow up the Demon King's City.

 A war that will turmoil the entire northern and southern continents is destined to happen. The more the vampire wants something, the less she can give it to them.

However, the Fallen Lord Kaliela can't find any big demons who are expected to break away from the land of gentleness.

The only thing she was sure of was that the little wolf girl was deeply trapped in the dream, and the gentle land had given her a lot of magic power.

And this is just a drop in the ocean compared to the seventh-level ultimate glow demon next to the little wolf girl.

This made Luo Qing subconsciously take a look at the glowing demon next to the little wolf girl, and wonder what the dream was like.

In just a moment, Fallen Qing was immersed in a brand new world, and unstable ripples rippled in the surrounding space.

When the movie scene that Lanqi and Hyperion saw came back on, it was no longer the scene in the Regency Hall of the Necalis Palace.

 He was standing under the magnificent dome of St. Trike's Cathedral in his hometown of Horning Empire.

 She just stood there.

 The owner of this dreamland is at the end of the church.

 Carliera stood beside a church like a transparent ghost.

 A silver-haired woman was wearing a dress she would never wear normally, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand.

 The end of the flower road.

There is a holy atmosphere in the air, and every piece of ancient-style decoration is witnessing time. It intersects with the pure white and pale gold flowers along the walls and arches, weaving a dreamy corridor.

 “Lancros.”

 The various light and shadow paintings on the cross and the dozens of meters high walls and the colorful glass windows refract the sunlight into countless light particles, which lightly sprinkle on the white-gold petals.

 The white gold flowers are softer under the breeze, exuding an elegant and charming fragrance.

The thin skirt on her body is pure white and flawless, and the light and gorgeous skirt floats slowly on the carpet.

  No matter whether time flows fast or slow, the climate is always mild and pleasant, the sun shines through the light clouds, and the breeze lifts the fragrance of flowers and fresh air.

 He turned around.

He is no longer the white-haired glow demon in the palace, but a high-spirited black-haired human youth who looks about thirty years old.

 The young man seemed confused and didn’t know why he was standing here.

 Until, a light voice sounded behind him, calling his name.

The ever-changing skies of this world display a constant succession of colors, from the soft pink-blue of dawn to the golden-red of dusk.

His hair was neatly combed, exposing his ears, and there was a faint light reflected on the earrings.

The young man with black hair and green eyes looked around in confusion.

 The statues and murals of gods seem to have descended from the sky, quietly blessing the people below.

 She had a slight smile on her face.

　　　…”

He opened his eyes and looked at the figure in the wedding dress absentmindedly, and then remained motionless.

This moment feels like forever.

"Sorry for the waitting."

 She said with a smile.

It was only then that the black-haired young man discovered that the church was already full of people, and the rows of seats were filled with relatives, friends, and comrades-in-arms that he thought he would never see again.

The black-haired young man suddenly didn't dare to talk to the people in front of him in the church. He was afraid that he would not be able to distinguish between dreams and reality, and it would suddenly turn into a nightmare, causing him to lose this intense and stable happiness again.

 It was so beautiful that he almost forgot about it.

 “No, that’s not right.”

His lips and teeth trembled as he thought.

It seemed like a nightmare. He dreamed of a world where life was worse than death. His hometown, his relatives, and his friends all ceased to exist.

The wedding to Miss Witch? He could no longer tell which side was the dream.

 Sometimes the impression of the dream is so deep that he cannot tell whether it is a memory of a real experience or a trace left in a dream one night.

finally.

He only felt his eyes were sore, and he ran forward and hugged Miss Witch as if his body was out of control.

 “I really miss you and have so much to say to you.”

Ignoring the cheers and shouts from his relatives and friends in the church, he hugged Miss Witch tightly and said to her.

 No matter how loud the noise is, it seems that the two of them cannot be separated.

Even Kaliela, who turned into a transparent ghost and watched from the side, could only sigh.

This church in the dream is probably a cemetery in reality.

 No one missed by the Glow Demon is still alive.

It’s not that he’s in such deep trouble, he just has nothing in reality.

 However, just as Kaliela was about to leave.

 Calliera suddenly stopped again.

 Because she saw—

Miss Witch was stunned at first, then slowly raised her hand and placed it on the back of the black-haired young man.

Her smile was a little doting, but also a little sad and helpless.

 “Wake up.”

Miss Witch said to the black-haired young man reluctantly.

"What did you say…?"

The black-haired young man's voice was stiff, as if he understood something, but also as if he didn't understand at all.

"This is a dream, a dream that you are destined to be unable to realize but cannot extricate yourself from. If you continue to stay here, your soul will melt."

Miss Witch whispered softly in his ear.

"No, no, this is even more impossible. If this is a dream that tricked me into falling, why do you want to drive me away?"

 He asked with a trembling voice.

　　"Even if I have died, I will protect you as promised."

Miss Witch continued, raising her hand to caress his earrings,

 “Remember, Lanclos, I was already in that late autumn sixteen years ago…”

"say no more!"

Tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, like a child lying in bed, wishing he could indulge in it for a second longer.

Miss Witch lowered her eyes helplessly and smiled. She did not expect that the man she once thought was invincible would fall so deeply into such a magical illusion.

 But she remained patient.

They hugged each other like this for who knows how long.

It seems like a long time, but it also seems like it is only a short moment.

Outside the movie screen, in the space under the starry sky.

Hyperion looked at the curtain, the dim light and shadow of the picture reflected on her face, either bright or dark.

 The voices of Son of the Sun and Miss Witch in the Shadow World video echoed in this space.

Hyperion gradually became immersed in the story, as if she was isolated from the world, staring at the girl in the picture, a little lost.

She knew that Miss Witch's simple words made the Son of the Sun even more painful when it was difficult to escape from the gentle land.

What he fears is not death, nor life, but separation without being able to meet again.

 (End of this chapter)