The violent interference and echo generated by the ninth-tier magic caused the entire shadow image to tremble.

Originally, Kaliyera had hoped that a great demon would wake up first to help her seal the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, but now the situation had become extremely critical.

Moreover, Kaliyera had also realized that the Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses, wanted the little wolf girl more than helping the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, destroy the Demon King's castle.

A great war that would shake the entire North and South continents was inevitable. The more the vampires wanted something, the less she could give it to them.

However, Fallen Qing Kaliyera couldn't find any great demons who were likely to break free from the gentle village.

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

But compared to the seventh-tier Glorious Demon beside the little wolf girl, it was just a drop in the ocean.

This couldn't help but make Fallen Qing subconsciously glance at the Glorious Demon beside the little wolf girl, wondering what the dream was like.

In an instant, Fallen Qing was immersed in a brand new world, and the surrounding space rippled with unstable waves.

When the shadow image seen by Lan Qi and Hyperion lit up again, it was no longer the scene of the Regency Hall of the Necropolis Palace.

Kaliyelala stood beside a church like a transparent ghost.

The ever-changing sky in this world presented constantly changing colors, from the soft pink-blue of dawn to the golden-red of dusk.

Whether the flow of time was fast or slow, the climate was always mild and pleasant, and the sunlight shone through the light clouds, with a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers and fresh air.

And the master of this dream was at the end of the church.

He was no longer the white-haired Glorious Demon in the palace, but a black-haired human youth in his thirties who looked spirited and high-spirited.

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

The black-haired, green-eyed youth stared blankly around.

He was standing under the magnificent dome of the Saint Tetrick Cathedral in his hometown, the Honin Empire.

The statues and murals of the gods seemed to bring them down from the sky, silently blessing those below.

The air was filled with a sacred aura, and every antique decoration was witnessing time, interweaving with the pure white and light golden flowers that lined the walls and arches, creating a dreamlike corridor.

The youth seemed very confused, not knowing why he was standing here.

"Lan Kelosi."

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

He turned around.

The crucifix and the various light and shadow paintings and colorful glass windows on the dozens of meters high walls refracted the sunlight into countless light particles, sprinkling them lightly on the platinum-colored petals.

A silver-haired woman was wearing a dress that she would never wear in ordinary times, holding a bunch of flowers.

She had a faint smile on her face.

The light dress on her body was pure white and flawless, and the light and gorgeous skirt slowly floated on the carpet.

The platinum-colored flowers were softer in the breeze, exuding a light and charming fragrance.

At the end of the flower path.

She was standing there.

"..."

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

This moment was like forever.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

She said with a smile.

It was not until this time that the black-haired youth realized that the church was full of people, and the rows of seats were filled with relatives and comrades-in-arms that he thought he would never see again.

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

The beauty made him almost forget himself.

"No, that's not right."

He muttered, his lips trembling.

It seemed like a nightmare, he dreamed of a world worse than death, his hometown, his relatives, his friends, were all gone.

The wedding with the witch?

He couldn't tell which side was the dream.

Sometimes the impression of a dream is so deep that he can't tell whether it's a real memory or a trace left over from a dream one night.

In the end.

He only felt his eyes sore, and ran forward and hugged the witch as if his body was out of control.

"I really miss you so much, I have so much to tell you."

Regardless of the cheers and shouts from relatives and friends in the church, he just hugged the witch tightly and said to her.

No matter how loud the noise was, it seemed that the two could not be separated.

Even Kaliyera, who was watching as a transparent ghost, could only sigh.

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

None of the people missed by the Glorious Demon are still alive.

No wonder he was so deeply trapped, he was just penniless in reality.

However, just as Kaliyera was about to leave.

Kaliyelala suddenly stopped again.

Because she saw—

The witch was first stunned, then slowly raised her hand and placed it on the back of the black-haired youth.

Her smile was a bit doting, and a bit sad and helpless.

"Wake up."

The witch said reluctantly to the black-haired youth.

"What...did you say...?"

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

"This is a dream, a dream that you are destined to be unable to realize but unable to extricate yourself from. If you continue to stay here, your soul will dissolve."

The witch said softly in his ear.

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

He questioned with a trembling voice.

"Even if I am dead, I will still guard you as agreed."

The witch continued, raising her hand to gently caress his earrings,

"Remember, Lan Kelosi, I was already in that deep autumn sixteen years ago..."

"Don't say it!"

Tears welled up in his eyes, like a child who was reluctant to get out of bed, wanting to indulge for another second.

"Huff..."

The witch smiled helplessly, lowering her eyes. She didn't expect that the man she once thought was invincible would fall so deeply into such an illusion magic.

But she was still patient.

They hugged each other like this, lasting for an unknown amount of time.

It seemed like a long time, but it seemed like only a brief moment.

Outside the shadow image, in the space under the starry sky.

Hyperion looked at the curtain, her face reflecting the dim light of the picture, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

The voices of the Son of the Sun and the witch in the shadow world recording echoed in this space.

Hyperion gradually immersed herself in the story, as if isolated from the world, staring at the figure of the girl in the picture, somewhat lost in thought.

She knew that the witch's simple words made the Son of the Sun, who was already difficult to break free from the gentle village, even more painful.

What he feared was not death, nor living, but the separation that could never be reunited.