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A giant flaming dragon several tens of meters tall, made entirely of fierce fire, appeared out of thin air. It roared and spread its flaming wings, carrying Edward into the air. !0^0*小`税`亡¨ _无+错,内容!

Edward stood on top of the huge dragon, holding up his wand and wantonly squandering his spiritual power, shouting out a series of improvised names:

"Nine Heavens Clouds and Thunder!"

Purple lightning snakes flashed in the sky, and the thunder was like prison.

"Meteor shower!"

Burning meteorites rained down from the sky, like the end of the world.

"World-destroying torrent!"

Huge waves surged out from all directions, covering the sky and the earth.

"Doomsday Storm!"

"Ice Age!"

"The sky is falling and the earth is splitting!"

"Judgment of Light!"

"The Buddha on the top of the head!"

In front of these "magics" that were like natural disasters, Hvin Rambis was like an ant that would be swallowed up at any time, but he was not panicked at all.

He took a step forward, and his body suddenly expanded and grew larger, turning into a gray-white dragon standing tall. Whether it was the fire dragon under Edward's feet or the four approaching natural disasters, they all seemed miniature in front of this dragon.

This is his true, fully mythical creature form!

"roar!!!"

The dragon roared to the sky.

Thunder, meteorites, torrents, storms, glaciers... were all torn apart in an instant like paper and turned into nothing.

"Old dog, do you think you're the only one who can transform?"

The next second, Edward's "body" melted and turned into a ball of black smoke, and his body expanded rapidly, soon becoming larger than the dragon, causing a shock to the entire spiritual world. !My_Book.City? ^Wu￠Error￠Content￠

boom!

The dragon and the Obscurus collided.

The dragon's scales and flesh were shattered bit by bit under the terrible destructive force, but its golden pupils remained calm. Its two front claws fiercely pierced into Edward's soul, penetrating his smoky and illusory appearance, and causing Edward, whose mind was already full of destructive desires, to burst into even more intense madness.

Mental plague.

"roar!"

The dragon roared again, spewing out invisible dragon breath, tearing apart the smoke on the surface of the Obscure, revealing Edward hiding deep in the core.

At this moment, his face was full of madness:

"Zoom in! Avada Chain Lightning!"

The green light formed a dazzling chain of lightning, which hit the dragon's head hard.

I don't believe it!

In my own spiritual world.

I even dare to fight against Outer Gods, so what are you, a demigod who invades my dreams?

"Woo woo."

The gray-white dragon let out a low wail, and its golden pupils gradually became angry.

good!

very good!

Once I break through your mental defenses, all of these will be mine!

The silver-white dragon opened its mouth, and a white ball of light quickly condensed. This ball of light was not an energy body, but an extremely compressed mental storm. It was going to completely destroy Edward's mental will!

"roar!"

A white ray met the green Avada lightning chain, and in just a moment, it eroded towards Edward in the opposite direction of the lightning chain.

Edward waved his hand violently, using all his imagination to cast all kinds of magic, big moves, and extraordinary abilities, and at the same time manifested the Blasphemous Card, the Master Key, the Thousand Paper Cranes, the Diary of the True Creator, the Black Doll, the Box of the Old Days, and so on, and threw them all at the dragon. , Asking for *Book. Help_ / Already! Published. Most? Xin·Zhang-Jie·

In just a moment, all the materialized objects were destroyed and torn into powder, and then whizzed past him almost brushing his hair and hit the sky.

"Did it go astray?"

So lucky?

At this moment, a crack appeared at the place where the sky was shot - no, it was not a crack, but a "door" emitting a faint glow, the door that Edward saw every time he was promoted.

Crunch.

With a sound that made one's teeth ache, the wooden door was blown open by the rays.

The crimson moonlight poured in from the crack in the door, dyeing the endless darkness blood red. The next second, a harsh and piercing whisper resounded throughout the dream world.

"Don't save me!"

"Don't save me!"

"Don't save me!"

Edward felt as if he had been hit on the head with a stick. Pain, dizziness, and nausea came over him one after another, but that was all - he had long been accustomed to Mr. Men's mumbling.

But the reaction of the silver-white dragon was in stark contrast to his.

"ah..."

It's out of control.

From a mighty and majestic dragon, it turned into a distorted fleshworm that looked like mud. After more than ten seconds, the extremely distorted fleshworm suddenly shrank and turned back into a shrunken human body that screamed in pain and squirmed.

I'll kill you while you're sick!

"Zoom in! Avada Kedavra!"

The dark green lightning chain hit Hvin Rambis once again. His body shook and his shriveled body collapsed to the ground, without any sign of life.

Hvin Rambis is dead, body, soul, and consciousness.

They are all completely dead.

I don't know how long it took, but the crimson moonlight and the mumbling of my fellow disciple disappeared.

Edward was speechless for a long time. Was the door and the Mr. Door behind the door real, or... just my imagination?

Or is it related to the uniqueness of that path?

"call--"

He let out a long breath and controlled his body to come to the shrunken corpse of the audience demigod. Just as he was about to make this corpse of "consciousness" or "soul" completely disappear, he suddenly had an idea:

"Can this mummy that exists in the spiritual world communicate with spirits?"

He casually conjured up some essential oil hydrosol and herbal powder and dropped them into the two candles that symbolized the goddess of night.

Then he stepped back two steps and solemnly and seriously chanted in Hermetic language:

"I pray for the strength of the night;"

"I pray for the hidden power;"

"I pray for the goddess's favor."

"I pray that you will allow me to communicate with the spirit of this extraordinary person next to me."

As the spells echoed, Edward saw the "darkness" spreading outward from the candlelight stained with a dark color, slowly enveloping himself and the corpse.

The masked man's body suddenly moved, floating up as if weightless, and the eyes hidden behind the mask no longer had any wisdom, but became muddy and confused.

It's really possible to communicate with spirits!

Edward could no longer suppress his surprise. He took a step forward and asked in a low voice:

"Who are you?"

"…Hvin Rambis."

It turned out to be this old guy!

Edward gritted his teeth.

I don't know if his visit this time has anything to do with Adam.

In any case,

I will remember this grudge!

Edward's face was uncertain, and after a while he gritted his teeth and said:

"Tell me all the potion recipes you know."

Hvin Rambis replied woodenly: "Sailors... people of wrath... navigators... wind-lovers..."

...

Snow town, inside the church.

Fors seemed to have returned to the feeling when she was writing her first novel. She tirelessly wrote down each word with a feather pen, from the story setting, to the character biographies, to the plot outline, and finally to connect these characters with a series of story lines.

This is something that has never been attempted before.

It is difficult for ordinary novels to carry hundreds of flesh-and-blood characters at the same time, so she changed her thinking and used the ice and snow town as the core setting of the story, telling the different stories that happened between foreign travelers and the residents when they passed through the town.

She did not pursue a thrilling and interesting plot - that would have been far beyond her capabilities.

She is just reproducing, reproducing the daily life of ordinary people in the story, and then filling different characters with different labels: some only need an action, some a catchphrase, some a hobby...

In Fors's opinion, to bring a character to life, there is actually no need for too much elaboration. A good label is much more effective than thousands or tens of thousands of words.

Just like the owner of a Dixie meat pie shop she wrote about in her novel, who claimed to be the heir of the most authentic Dixie meat pie, if you said that his meat pie was expensive and tasted bad, he would just smile and say that what the customer said was right. But if you said that his meat pie was not authentic, he would fight with you in a minute.

"Oh."

Jessica suddenly laughed and said, "I think I have made progress in this story."