Chapter 477

On this day, when Russell was once again poured a large glass of ice juice, Russell soon indulged in the wonderful dream that came again.

This time, the dream seems more real and clearer. That kind of whistling wind, horse back bumpy flying feeling, let him can't help but gently groan.

In the dream, he can stay away from the physical pain in the water prison, just like an escape, even for a short time. This feeling has made the holy knight addicted to it.

But this time, there are other things in the ice juice made by Dewey besides ordinary ice berries

Desire!

Soon, rosette realized that today's dream was different from the past! His dried up soul seemed to be suddenly infused with a trace of violent power. This force filled his body back and forth, galloping, flowing... It seemed to find a way to vent.

He felt that his body, which was already dying, suddenly glowed with youth and strength, but this power bit by bit devoured his soul, the last barrier

First it's filling, then it's boiling, and finally it's almost exploding.

He had never felt or experienced the pain.

Holy Knights are worthy of pity, because all the loyal soldiers selected are ascetic ascetics! From small to large, they have been used to being strictly trained, giving up some human desires, and giving everything to faith!

So, this kind of suffering, for Rosse. It's strange

He began to panic.

Finally, after groaning bitterly with a headache, Russell raised his head and was in a trance. His thinking began to degenerate in the "dream", becoming dull and stubborn, and all the things in front of him seemed to be blurred, and various illusions appeared. There was a noisy battle of weapons. And there are wonderful hymns of holiness.

Finally, he saw clearly in front of him, as if there was a white light!

"Goddess..."

Russell struggled, and suddenly his body began to shake violently.

He saw the figure in front of him, but he couldn't believe it.

Is... Because of my piety and loyalty, moved the goddess, so she came to save herself?

It was a dark and dirty water prison, but the white shadow sitting on the steps. The beautiful and holy face, shrouded in a white light, makes people not see clearly, but the holy white robe, and the green olive branches and leaves wreath

In my life. There has never been such excitement.

The goddess has come to save herself! Yes, it must be!!

The confused Russell began to struggle. His body waded through the cold water of the water prison and spread out his arms. Hobbled to move on the steps in the past, has completely lost the sober will of the holy knight, even did not find, originally locked his chain, do not know when, already all opened!

Saint Verona looked at the man in the water prison in horror. The man was covered with filth. Only his red eyes were surprisingly bright. Even with a trace of... Madness!

Finally, when a cold hand suddenly grabbed her ankle, the saint screamed like a scream. Her cold fingers were like dead people with the smell of death and decay!

She's very much like a scream, but her paralyzed body, even the muscles of her throat, are out of her control. Then there was only a slight hum in her mouth... The sound. More like a groan!

Rosse's hand had caught the goddess's ankle, he didn't mean it. His body is really out of his control. Seriously injured, he is extremely weak. He barely wades through the cold water, but falls at the foot of the goddess!

He looked up as if he had seen the goddess smile at him

"Goddess... Goddess..." rosette wanted to kneel at the foot of the goddess and pray for the last time.

He is now more sure that the goddess is to redeem his soul!

I'm going to die. I'm going to die.

The goddess's reward for the most loyal soldiers is that after death, the soul can enter the arms of the goddess and rest in peace, enjoying eternal sleep and peace!

Now... It's about this moment!

Under the control of this last remaining consciousness, Rousseau really felt as if she had floated up. It felt as if her soul had separated from her body and was drifting towards the warm and broad embrace of the goddess

Give it to me! Give me eternal sleep and rest! Let me forget all the pain!

Everything can be over!

The holy knight's heart was almost devout.

The saint had trembled all over, and the man jumped into his arms! The cold hands hugged him, like a baby into his arms, his face hair was pulled away, his face showed a kind of almost confused smile.

crazy! This is a madman!!

Saint began to struggle, this moment, as if the body gathered a trace of strength, she tried to shake off each other's hands!

Russell felt the violent bump... He began to panic!

The goddess seems to be going away from herself

no Please don't go! Take me! Get me out of here! Leave this evil and dirty world! Let me rest, let me sleep! Loyal soldiers should enjoy such an ending!

But despite his silent cry, the goddess seems to have gone away little by little.

Rousse was terrified. He tried to grab the last garment of the goddess's land

Am I abandoned?!

Whoa!

The saint heard this frightening sound. She felt that the holy and thin robe on her body had been torn. The man's fingers were like hooks. He tore his clothes to pieces.

And at this time, more frightening things happened!

Saint clearly see my arms actually lifted up, she did not control!

In an instant, she understood everything!

It's magic! It's Dewey's magic!!

Dewey was standing outside the water cell, his fingers ticking a few times. It was a puppet magic.

It's like when Gandalf in white took him to the frozen forest for the first time, Gandalf controlled his body and slapped himself in the face.

The same magic, he controls the body of the saint!

The saint's hands caressed Rossetti's face, her fingers stiff. But it's very gentle.

Rosette's face was intoxicated, and he seemed to close his eyes.

At this moment

Hiss!

The sound of the broken cloth, the fragile white robe, turned into pieces of cloth, flying away!

In the voice of the saint

Russell only felt that he was lying in a soft embrace, but why, the boiling feeling in his heart became more and more intense!

A flood seems to be boiling in the body, roaring, to find a vent channel!

then. When his whole body violent vibration, suddenly in front of everything, all chaos!

After the whirl of heaven, when he opened his eyes, he breathed heavily in front of him.

The goddess is gone! There is no goddess! Not at all!

In front of me is a white woman's body. Not a piece of wisps, towering chest, white skin, slender arms. Hook yourself around the neck.

An almost evil impulse filled Russell's mind in an instant.

Then, he saw the woman's residual white robe... And the wreath of olive branches and leaves on her head!

This

His mind was in a mess. As soon as he was about to say something, the woman in his arms suddenly raised her face and blocked Russell's mouth with her lips

The eyes of the virgin were full of anger. But her body is completely out of her control! She is like a puppet.

Looking at the landlord who looks like a slut, he hugs the dirty man in his arms and hugs each other tightly. Even his slender legs tightly around each other's waist

All this, let the saint feel a shame!

Think of duverna cold and hate eyes, Saint's body is shaking, she knows what's going to happen!

Rosette was shaking. Every muscle in his body was shaking.

Although Holy Knights are ascetic ascetics. But this human nature has been suppressed for decades. At the moment, in this desperate environment of near death. In the "ice juice" made by Dewey himself, it was completely checked out! And then... Burst out!!

No one has taught him how to do it, and he doesn't know how to do it

However, this kind of thing does not need to be taught! And the woman in her arms, warm as fire, her white body, her soft fragrance, her cold and hot lips, and her slender hands, all seemed to guide Russell and him little by little

Russell has lost his sense and consciousness.

He can't tell whether the person in his arms is a woman or a goddess?!

Finally, his last semi conscious consciousness is:

Is this redemption before death?

Like... Very happy

Dewey was standing outside the water cell, standing there quietly, looking inside coldly.

Rousse, who has fallen into a frenzy, is pressing on the body of the saint, venting a kind of primitive male instinct.

Then, Dewey coldly closed the cell door, went to the subway, and stopped watching.

He turned away. He sighed in a low voice, as if to himself:

"Evil? What evil is there in dealing with the enemy! Hum

At this moment, he was like a real devil. The intense madness didn't last long. Rosette was woken up by a bucket of cold water. When he awoke, he felt that the wound of his whole body was stirred by cold water, and he hesitated violently, but it seemed that the restless fire in his soul had all gone out. It was a strange feeling that pain and ease coexisted. But as he came to his senses. He knew immediately what he had done!! A young woman lying powerlessly under her body, her pale face full of hatred, beside her, her white robe has been torn into pieces, and the olive branch wreath has also been thrown aside! Everything, as if there are traces of madness. The Virgin was soon dragged out in front of Russell, who was already in a state of dullness. A pair of feet appeared. He looked up and saw Dewey. At this moment, Dewey stood in front of Russell, his face high above him and asked coldly, "is this dream wonderful?" This is a sentence. It seems to make rosette suddenly crazy! At this moment, the holy knight didn't know where his strength came from. He suddenly gave out a roar like a wild beast and jumped up from the ground crazily. Towards Dewey! Unfortunately, when he was in mid air, he felt a pain in his chest and abdomen. Dewey kicked his foot on his lower abdomen first. Then, with a plop, Russell fell into the water cell and hit the ground heavily. He just found out that he didn't know when. The water in the prison has been drained“ It seems that your dream has awakened Now, tell me, holy knight, where is your faith Rosette was about to struggle to jump up when he heard Dewey's question. Then all his strength left him, and he was like a dying man. He fell to the ground heavily. I can't get up any more! Yes... Where is my faith“ You have violated the rules of the holy knight; Abstinence Dewey stood in front of Russell. His voice was cold, but with some unspeakable temptation and evil: "moreover, the woman you just had sex with, she didn't want to, but you had an affair with her!" Dewey's words whipped Russell's soul like a whip: "she was dressed as a goddess... But you looked very happy... Oh, my knight, is that how you blaspheme the goddess?"“ Wuwuwuwuwuwu... "Rosette suddenly held his head in his hands and cried out in a low voice. He was really crying, that painful sob, with endless pain and sadness, anger and shame. At this moment, Dewey understood that the holy knight was really defeated by himself! Whether it's physical or mental“ You and a woman in Goddess Costume, and... "Dewey coldly continued to say:" also tell you, just that woman, her identity is your temple of light saint, Verona! " Rosette's eyes were empty, as if there was no trace of expression. When he heard the name of "Saint Verona", he still shivered. Of course he knew who Verona was“ You see, the faith you are proud of no longer exists! " Dewey's voice seemed to come from Hell: "no more!"“ No... it doesn't exist... "Rosette's dull voice seemed to follow duvet's reading softly:" faith... Doesn't exist... "" yes, it doesn't exist. " Dewey coldly said, turned away from the water prison, this time, he did not even close the door! In the water cell, rosette sat on the ground with his head in his arms. His dirty body was full of scars. The stench of the air was all around him. It was dark and damp. And just ahead, on the steps, is the cell door! Outside the cell door, there was a light, a bright fire... Dewey stood at the cell door, suddenly turned around and looked at Russell inside. From rosette's point of view, Dewey seemed to be standing under the only light in the dark. Then, Rousseau heard Dewey's cry, which beat Rousseau's heart word by word“ The front is the door, you can't get out! "