The melodious flute sound carried the purple-black powder and entered inside at the last moment when the door closed. The white mist began to become unstable, and the castle that occupied the sight became as illusory as bubbles.

Tatiana showed her body angrily, pulled out a slippery thorn, lit it with black fire and threw it away. Her shoulders were held by soft and beautiful hands.

A woman with long brown hair and dark green eyes appeared next to her. She had a strangely coquettish appearance and extremely charming beauty. She looked like the most beautiful girl who had just grown up.

"Go back, the opportunity is behind you."

The sweet voice soothed Tatiana's restlessness. The castle in front of her dissipated and shattered like bubbles.

St. Christopher, wearing a white robe, also appeared here. He was emitting a hazy white light, and his wrinkled face opened a few brass eyes from time to time, looking around in different directions.

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The brown-haired girl finished speaking in a sweet and provocative voice, and disappeared with Tatiana.

Saint Christopher wiped away the remaining filth in North. The lakeside continued to expand, and the filthy thorns that grew crazily turned into powder and dissipated. He also disappeared here.

The place where you enter is empty, with purple walls and floors on both sides.

Except for the stairs on both sides and the deep passages on both sides, the red carpet below is as bright as ever and spotless.

Covered with evil patterns and with her thick red hair spread out, Hermione levitated and rushed inside. She wanted to find that person in her peak time.

The structure inside the castle is similar to what was common more than a thousand years ago. The purple-painted walls are hung with oil paintings one after another. There are desolate purple and black, people sleeping next to the moon, entangled with thorns and stretching out their hands.

people.

The overly calm tranquility made her feel vaguely uneasy. The doors of the rooms on both sides were closed tightly, making it impossible to judge the situation inside. They were separated by a special aura.

She smashed the doors she saw along the way, and there was no human smell inside except for some things piled up. The rotten door at the back was automatically repaired and returned to its usual appearance.

All the way to the meeting hall, there was nothing here except unknown pollution.

Her heart kept feeling empty, and she felt strange power penetrating through her.

The eyes in an oil painting hanging on the wall were watching her. She saw eyes all over the world, and she saw eyes about to burst open in her body.

The oil painting on the wall broke into several pieces and fell to the ground. Hermione relied on the form of mythical creatures to cut off the connection and continued walking forward, where a ball of poisonous fire burst out.

North was blocking there with a blood-red sword. Several thorns sprouted from his translucent skin and entangled in his chest. The bloodlust and anger in his eyes overwhelmed his reason.

He opened his fangs and opened his mouth, roaring in fear, and the blood-red liquid moved along the wall, trying to wrap Hermione up.

Hermione jumped in the mirror and swung him away. She had very little time now and couldn't waste it with a madman.

She went up layer by layer, but found nothing she wanted to see except for the various oil paintings hanging on the walls.

Looking at the dark passage above, she also shouted, all her hair moved forward, and reached the last floor.

In addition to the oil paintings hanging on both sides, there are also oil paintings standing up in front and occupying one wall.

There is a red two-handed sword painted in the middle, beautifully made, entwined with rose patterns, and stuck on the ground. The color is as red as pure blood, not the depravity and filth of North. The light red color is like a ball of flames.

Surrounded by some people and houses, it looked like a painting of a residential village. Inside, Hermione saw the blond Natalia, sitting in a chair in the courtyard. The person opposite her in the background looked like Dermot.

Before she could get close, the demon transformed by North arrived, and the thorns on his chest grew a bit longer, attacking Hermione like crazy, forcing her to look at the oil paintings on the walls on both sides.

In the originally empty frame, eyes, the moon, the desert, streamlined ripples, gray mist, and fragmented starry sky appeared.

The power in Hermione's body began to fade away, the time for the spell had passed, several gazes came to her, and her flesh and blood began to lose control.

"If you want to die, you can come back and merge with me."

A cold female voice sounded, and the mark of the original witch and the twisted curve mark in the body emerged and radiated light, resisting those erosions.

North released large areas of poisonous mist and fearful roars, catching Hermione who had just hesitated, and the bright red corruption and evil were twisted together.

The flowing blood quickly eroded half of her body with its filth. The space here was small and there were all kinds of weird things that made it difficult for her to perform.

"It's time to go back with me." North opened his mouth filled with thick black liquid and said, pulling out jet black threads from his teeth.

"Go back to your mother's house."

Hermione hit the huge oil painting with all her strength while crushing the ice wall in her hand.
Chapter completed!