Chapter 492 Breaking the Illusion (10,000)

"Master, you're awake." Cecilia's familiar whisper sounded in Ron's ears.

That's an amazing feeling.

Ron's consciousness was not completely eroded by the illusion and he did not lose control. He even knew very well that Cecilia who appeared behind him was just an illusion and not a real existence.

But, Cecilia's voice is so familiar.

He could feel Cecilia's temperature, smell Cecilia's fragrance, and feel Cecilia's heartbeat.

Everything is so fascinating.

Even though Ron knew that all of this was just false, he couldn't bear to destroy it.

Perhaps, Ron had a kind of self-confidence in his heart. He believed that he was not lost and that he would never be lost. He just wanted to enjoy the tranquility and warmth in front of him for a little while, that's all.

He just wanted to get some comfort in his heart, and when he felt that his soul was satisfied, he could break free from this illusion at any time.

However, he probably didn't know that every trialist who sank in the illusion of desire and sin had the same idea. They all thought that they could control everything and that their will was strong enough, until their spirits continued to sink. In the end, there is no way to break free from the abyss... No, what is even more frightening is that in the end, their spirit will be worn away to the point where they can no longer muster the will to break free, and they will willingly sink into this illusion.

Although the illusion of desire is called desire, it actually shows more than just the sexual temptation between men and women. It is also the embodiment of the life that the trialist desires most deep in his heart.

It is precisely because of this that this fantasy has endless and addictive charm.

It is precisely because of this that the illusion of lust becomes the most dangerous of the seven illusions.

A slight smile appeared on Ron's lips. Feeling Cecilia's body temperature and heartbeat behind him, he looked around.

There is no war, no intrigues, no calculations of fate, no threat of death at any time, tranquility and peace.

There is nothing to worry about here. Ron even wanted to move a chair and lie quietly under the sun, slowly rocking like a bad old man... God knows, he is obviously just a young man in his twenties, but his mind seems to be An old man of seventy or eighty years old.

"Master, are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat?"

Cecilia's voice came to her ears again, still as gentle as before.

"Well, please." Ron replied with a slight nod.

Cecilia responded happily, and a pair of lotus-like arms finally let go of Ron's neck, and left the small room to prepare food. Suddenly Ron was the only one left in the quiet room, and he He pursed his lips and walked toward the door.

Squeak.

The door of the small house was pushed open easily.

The sun shone on Ron's face, and the scorching light was like a sharp sword, making Ron's eyes sting. After a period of time, Ron finally adapted to the dazzling sunlight. He stretched and stepped out of the door completely.

Still familiar, Larnaca City Dawn Goddess Church branch.

Everything is not much different from what I remember. There is no black beast raging here. Thousands of priests have not died under the attack of the young god. There is no huge mother tree and the hanging hanging tree. There were densely packed corpses on the mother tree, not to mention the rivers of blood and ruins of corpses scattered all over the field.

The nuns came and went in the church, each with a slight smile on their face, which made people feel quite comfortable just looking at them.

Ron just walked slowly in the church, looking around, refusing to let go of any detail.

There were many places that he had almost forgotten, but this illusion unexpectedly dug out these images from the deepest part of his memory and presented them to him.

Suddenly, Ron's footsteps stopped.

He saw a person.

That was an old man with a somewhat thin stature.

His beard and hair were all white, and he was sitting quietly under a big tree, leaning his back against the trunk, and seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed.

It's Archbishop Gerald.

For a moment, Ron even felt his eyes were a little sore.

Ron will never forget that in the former Larnaca City, Archbishop Gerald swallowed all the spores released by the Young God into his own body, allowing those spores to take root and sprout in his body, and in the shortest time, they All the nutrients in his body were drained, turning his body into rotten meat paste, and then he died in extreme pain.

Originally, he didn't have to die.

He still has a chance to live.

He was forced to death by Anthony Andre, just to prevent the spores of the young god from falling into the hands of Anthony Andre, because Gerald knew very well that once these spores fell into Anthony's hands, the entire Twilight Continent would There will be black beasts everywhere.

The whole world will sink into the wails of death and despair.

Therefore, he chose to swallow the spores.

Ron clenched his fingers subconsciously. Not to mention the conflict between the Andre family and himself, Gerald's hatred alone would never allow the Andre family to continue to exist in this world.

For Twilight Continent, the Andre family is the biggest cancer.

It can be seen from Ron's inner thoughts that Ron has not sunk into this illusion. Even if this illusion is extremely real and is simply a projection of Ron's deepest desire, Ron still insists that it is just a fantasy. It is an illusion. He will seize any abnormal point to continuously strengthen the fact that this is an illusion. He will use hatred to maintain his determination to leave the illusion.

From the beginning, he regarded this as a beautiful dream, and he would never mix dreams and reality.

He walks in this space, but there is a gap between him and this space that can never be reconciled.

He met Herman again, this enemy who was a gold medal experience baby when he first traveled to the Twilight Continent and wanted to eat him alive. Now he showed no hatred at all and even greeted him very kindly.

Ron didn't know how long he stayed in this space. It might be a long time, or it might just be a short moment. The scorching sunshine was always above his head. Even though he had walked around the church, it never appeared. Little change.

Sweet dreams are just sweet dreams after all.

No matter how beautiful this dream is, it is not reality after all.

Unconsciously, Ron returned to the small room.

Cecilia had already prepared the food, with a soft smile on her face, as if she was waiting for him to come and enjoy it.

Ron's eyes swept over Cecilia, and finally turned into a silent sigh. Cecilia, who was originally gentle, seemed to notice something, and suddenly there was some tension on her pretty face: "Master, what's wrong? It's Is the food I cooked not to your liking?”

With a strange look on his face, Ron slowly exhaled: "Cecilia, I'm leaving here."

Cecilia's little face suddenly turned sad, and her voice was a little crying: "Sir, wouldn't it be good to stay here? Everything you want is here. Isn't this the life you have always dreamed of?"

"Stay here, Cecilia will always be with you."

"If you think Cecilia is not enough, there is also Miss Irelia, Miss Serafina is also here, look..."

As she spoke, Cecilia's face turned strange and charming. A green finger pointed in the direction of the bathroom. She only saw the water mist in the bathroom that had become hazy at some point, and someone was taking a bath inside.

Two slender and beautiful figures are faintly visible on the frosted glass.

The tall one is Serafina.

In the entire Twilight Continent, it is rare to see a tall and sexy girl like Serafina.

The other woman next to her, who was slightly petite but quite well-proportioned, was none other than Irelia.

Even in the haze, this beautiful figure showed endless charm. Even though Ron knew very well that this was an illusion, and everything he saw in front of him was just an illusion, he still felt a restlessness in his chest. and searing heat.

The two girls hugged each other and wiped each other's bodies.

The illusion of desire and sin finally began to show its power.

Ron's ears began to reverberate with melancholy sounds, either high-pitched or charming, which were constantly tugging at Ron's heartstrings.

Gradually, Ron even felt that the world in front of him seemed to be shrouded in a light pink sheen, and he could smell the inexplicable fragrance and sweetness in his nose. The original tranquility and peace gradually disappeared, and everything was replaced by temptation.

"Sir, please stay."

"Irelia, Serafina and I are all here, and we will serve you well." Cecilia exhaled like a blue, her slender body swaying gently, and slowly walked to Ron, green and green His fingers trailed down Ron's chest.

The nails on his fingertips slid across his skin, causing a slight numbness, which made Ron's body tremble slightly, like an electric shock.

"Isn't it nice here?"

"Stay here, sir, and you won't have to worry about any dangers."

"You don't have to rack your brains anymore to plan something."

"You no longer have to try your best to face those terrible enemies."

"What the world has become has nothing to do with you, right? Why let yourself be so tired? Cecilia will feel distressed."

Lying her head on Ron's chest, Cecilia murmured softly.

Slightly messy hair fell on Ron's face and ears, tickling Ron's heart.

Suddenly, Cecilia raised her little head and looked at Ron with a pair of big eyes: "Do you think the three of us are not enough? Sir, look, it's Princess Dolores, she's here too."

Following Cecilia's line of sight, Ron only saw an additional figure appearing in the room at some point. Who could it be if it wasn't Princess Dolores?

In the fantasy, Dolores seems to have not yet become a queen. Although she is still elegant and noble, her long wavy golden hair shows her beauty and confidence. With a proud smile on her face, she looks at Ron silently: "Ron, I am. The princess hopes you can stay."

"Oh, that's Her Highness the Great Saint..."

Following Cecilia's voice, another figure appeared in front of Ron.

Who is it if not Christian?

He still has that plump and attractive figure, exuding an intoxicating sense of tolerance. Lying in Christian's arms, you must be very happy, right?

"Your Highness the Great Saint, you can stay here too."

"Whatever you want, you can have it here, sir."

"Why are you leaving? Sir, do you know that if you leave, it will be dark here, there will be nothing, and it will be so cold."

"Only your arrival, sir, can bring a little warmth here. Sir, I don't want to live in that dark and cold world all the time. I'm so scared. Sir, you can't bear to let us be tortured by fear like this, right?"

The illusion of desire is very good at manipulating people's hearts.

It was very clear what kind of picture could really move Ron.

"Stay."

Cecilia said.

"Stay!"

Serafina and Irelia also walked out of the bathroom wrapped in bath towels.

"Stay."

Christian and Dolores also called out.

The voices were all different, but they were equally soft and pleading, like strands of spider silk weaving into a large web that gradually enveloped Ron.

Looking at the pretty faces full of sadness and pleading, Ron's vision gradually became hazy and sad. He even had a weird illusion, as if the figures in front of him were not just illusions, but living things. life.

Deep in his heart, he seemed to have received some strong stimulation and became soft.

His hands, even out of control, slowly fell on Cecilia's shoulders.

As if she felt something, Cecilia raised her little face, and her pretty face was full of joy... However, in the next moment, Ron's two hands suddenly used force to push Cecilia away from his arms.

The joy on Cecilia's face instantly turned to extreme sadness, and she was about to cry: "Sir, do you really have the heart to abandon us in this dark and cold world?"

Ron shook his head slightly: "If I stay here, you people outside will die!"

The fate of many people has been changed because of his appearance.

Ron believed that once he died and lost his biggest goal, the repairman would definitely focus on these people again, and then forcibly twist their fate back to its original trajectory.

Taking a deep breath, Ron slowly closed his eyes.

The moment he closed his eyes, Ron saw several crying faces.

His heart twitched violently, as if he felt some kind of heart-wrenching pain.

But in the end, Ron's eyes did not open again, only his lips moved slightly:

"Dissipate!"

Click, click, click...

Faintly, a sound like glass breaking began to echo in Ron's ears.

He began to hear the woman's shrill screams and her desperate cries.

He could feel a few slender little hands grabbing his wrist and his clothes, as if they wanted to try their best to save something at the last moment.

However, at this moment, Ron's heart was already as strong as steel.

No matter what happens outside, he will never waver in the slightest.

Finally, all kinds of sounds gradually disappeared, and even the fingers grabbing on his wrists gradually disappeared. After some time passed, Ron finally opened his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Ron suddenly found that the place he was in had undergone earth-shaking changes.

It was no longer the small but cozy wooden house. Instead, there was an empty and chaotic... starry sky.

That’s right, it’s the starry sky.

Ron's body was just floating in the sea of ​​​​stars. Looking around, there were meteorites of various sizes everywhere, densely packed throughout the space.

Although it is a starry sky, it does not appear dark. The entire world is based on a fiery red color. You can even see lingering flames on the huge meteorites.

This is the starry sky burned by fire.

Seeing this scene, Ron already knew in his heart that the final test to break through the realm of destruction was finally coming.

The previous seventh-level illusion was, in some ways, just the qualification to accept the final test. If one could not break through the seventh-level illusion, then one would not be qualified to stand in this sea of ​​stars.

Taking a deep breath, Ron's face was solemn, and a proud pride rose in his chest. His eyes were staring at this space quietly, and he was waiting.

In this world where there is no sense of the flow of time, Ron has no idea how much time has passed. The meteorites in the star sea seem to be completely fixed in that position without moving at all.

It was under this circumstance that a familiar outline suddenly appeared in the sky in front of him.

The outline was long and thick, like a sky-swallowing python, rolling in the fire. Gradually, the python's body became clearer and clearer.

That's not a giant python, it's a huge chain that is linked together to form a chain.

The shackles of destiny.

This is a mysterious existence in the sky, a shackles placed on the neck of every living being in the Twilight Continent.

This is the most cruel and terrible restriction in the world.

It is because of this restriction that in the past eight thousand years, there have been countless talented and stunning people on the Dusk Continent who have been trapped in the realm of the legendary peak for their entire lives. They can no longer take a step forward and can only die in depression.

It is because of these shackles that no one in the Dusk Continent can reach a higher limit, and no living being can become a threat to the sky.

This is not the first time that Ron has sensed the existence of the shackles of destiny.

In the Twilight Temple, after realizing the deliberate restrictions of the sky, the shackles of destiny appeared in front of Ron for the first time.

Ron saw similar shackles in the tomb of the Gods in the Dusk Temple, in the underground seals of the Church of the Dawn Goddess and the Church of the Heart of Nature.

When Ron broke through the legendary realm and his power reached the limit of the world, the shackles of destiny appeared again.

That time, it was the senior nun Archibald, the terminator, who took action from the abyss and tore off countless chains.

And this time, Ron will have to face it all in person.

He is fearless!

Chapter 2 Ten Thousand Words Presented