Klulu's Infinite World

"But what can you do?"

Zigglind's tone was already a bit harsh at this time, Klulu looked at her without retreat, gritted his teeth and raised his hand.

"Uktra Hill Courtyard!"

A new world is born in the barrier. The blue sky and green leaves replace the capital that is gradually losing light. The world tree grows and the canopy covers the sky. All red lines are easily cut off. The full vitality in the inherent barrier feeds back the dying people, tens of thousands. People are temporarily saved.

Zieglind couldn't help but widen his eyes. After a short surprise, the power of the courtyard began to weaken. In a blink of an eye, the vegetation withered and turned into magical power and disappeared. After Kluru gasped heavily, he regained magical power from the previously reserved blood fog, and said nothing. Rushed towards the palace, Zigglind silently followed behind.

"This consumes too much and is not good for the subsequent battle."

"Since the other party has drawn so many souls, he must be performing some ritual. I will not let him succeed."

The palace is empty, and the center of the previous flow of vitality points to the Hall of Seeing.

Above the throne, a crimson orb is floating there. The person sitting there is not Emperor Charles, but a young man he has never seen before. Wearing a black robe, there are magic books of different colors floating around him. Close your eyes and rest your mind until you hear the voice outside.

"So you are the one who cuts off the flow of soul."

Cruel didn't say a word, and four ice spears appeared beside the sword, projecting the man on the throne.

The man got up and stood up straight. It is unnecessary to avoid hiding. When the ice gun approaches him, it will naturally disappear under the power of the world itself.

"This world is said to be an area where magic is ineffective. In fact, possessing super-standard magic power can still carry out magic attacks, and can carry out decent magic attacks in my domain. It seems that you are not an ordinary reincarnation, but..."

As soon as the conversation turned, the man waved a magic book and opened it to Kluru. At that moment, the floor of half of the palace flashed with dazzling light, hot flames spewed from the magma cracks, and Kruru and Qi were flooded in a blink of an eye. Grind.

The surging magma suddenly lost its color, cooled and then solidified, but new magma erupted from the ground again, and the palace began to collapse after violent shaking.

A blade of sword light flickered above, the falling stones were easily shredded, and an icicle rose under the feet of Krulu and Zieglind, lifting them away from the ground.

"The use of magic to cause natural miracles is still recognized by this world."

He said slowly, but raised his hand again, the space behind reflected the chaotic runes, and the claws that formed a huge demon grabbed Kluru and Zieglind. Following the claws, there are also the surrounding ones. The resentful spirit, it was pierced by two sword lights when it fell, turned into fly ash, and disappeared.

"Sure enough, this will weaken a lot."

"..."

Much weaker?Klulu and Zigglind can be sure that the attack just now is comparable to them in terms of touch and is an attack that must be dealt with seriously.

"This is the end of the greeting. I have no idea of ​​fighting with you. What is your main task? As long as I kill Charles and Mariana, it is over."

"My task here is to protect Euphemia and destroy the Black Knights."

Zigglind took a step forward and answered calmly.

Finally, the man's gaze fell on Cruru.

"The mission is good, the massacre you are doing, do you think you will not be sanctioned for doing such a thing?"

The man nodded and replied after thinking a little.

"On the surface, this is true, but in fact no one died because of it."

After he finished speaking, the red gem that stretched out to the sky turned into a streamer and plunged into his palm, and the giant enchantment covering the British capital disappeared in an instant.

"Assuming that many people still die, are you going to beg their lives for?"

"Of course, if the dead cannot collect debts from you, I will do it."

"It doesn't make sense."

The man sighed, then stretched out a finger.

"The souls of those people are in my hands. Before I leave this world, the souls will be resurrected as long as they return to the body, but I will not hand them to you easily but I don’t want to fight, so we choose a compromise method. How about betting."

"what?"

"I leave the choice to these people."

The man raised the gem in his hand.

"If they are willing to return, I won't stop them. If they are willing to stay in my hands, you can't fight forcibly by force. If you really attack me, I will immediately return to the main god space."

"Do you think I will believe? The souls that fall into your hands are brainwashed and changed their minds. Will they leave easily?"

"Heh~ Then I turn around and return to the main god space, can you stop me again?"

Klulu frowned slightly, and temporarily put down the sword, the man took out the gem full of soul again, walked towards the two of them carelessly, and then the gem glowed red.

"Space transfer."

"!"

Enveloping the three of them and seeing the surrounding scenery again, they came to an uninhabited hillside, full of trees, new saplings, towering giant trees, and just germinated seeds.

In the next second, Klulu and Zieglind put a sword on the man's shoulder, and the man raised his hands in a surrender gesture.

"Don't be nervous, space transfer is not dangerous."

"What the hell are you doing?"

"This is the forest of consciousness that I created. Each tree represents a human being. The soul of a child is a seed, and the soul of an adult is a giant tree that grows vigorously. Then there is no birth, aging, sickness or death, but the soul grows vigorously."

"Are you using your soul to provide you with magic power?"

"How about seeing it for yourself? You can see it for yourself, like this."

The man walked to the front of a tree and stretched out his hand to stroke the branch. The consciousness in the tree began to radiate, so that Krulu and Zieglind could also perceive the thought.

Dreamland... The souls in the trees are dreaming. The dreamland constitutes their own world, and the world revolves around them, where they must be the protagonists, doing whatever they want, and life has been continuously successful without failure.

Klulu frowned slightly, reached out his hand to stroke the nearby trees, and felt the consciousness of the other person as well. This is the soul of a child, living a happy life.

"So, look at these people, they are the souls I just captured."

The man stretched out his hand to grab a transparent spirit body, let go of the spirit body a little to form a human form, this person is a general of Britain, and yelled at this moment.

"Your conspiracy is worthy of success. Britain will not lose to you. You are waiting for hundreds of thousands of troops..."

Before he finished his words, his soul was pulled by a force and sank into the ground under the man's feet. Then a seed took root and grew into a lush tree. At this time, the man gently touched the trunk and introduced him to Crewe. Lu and Zigglinde introduced.

"Like this, he enters a dream state and will be confused at first."

As the man said, the British general who was forcibly dragged into a dream by him woke up in the dream, but he was surrounded by familiar people and things. He was surprised and confused. There was still everything the man had done to him in his mind. I took a note to record the process of Britain’s destruction, but he quickly plunged into a life indistinguishable from his life under the worry of his wife and daughter. He may know that this is a dream, but it is very real, and he will feel hurt. Pain, and gradually regarded the destruction of the British capital as a dream. In the dream, his career went smoothly, he repeatedly won military exploits, and was favored by His Majesty the Emperor.

Until he got old, he opened the notes he wrote when he was young and recalled how Britain was destroyed by men. When everyone's souls were arrested, the old general just smiled casually and threw the notes into the flames. Lying on the hospital bed, with children and grandchildren beside him, the setting sun outside the window until the end of life.Soon, the dream came to the end, and soon he entered the next dream.