The blond girl was in a dark space, with her bare feet stepping on the semi-soft and semi-hard ground, causing ripples of darkness to ripple into the surrounding infinite darkness, which was strange, cramped, and lonely.

You were clearly in your bedroom just now...why did it suddenly become like this?

Marshall walked helplessly in this empty space, which was obviously so wide, yet so narrow.

She forced herself to calm down in her mind more than once, but her trembling eyelashes betrayed her. No one was there, William was not there, the eunuch was not there, and King Charles was not around.

"Giggle!" Suddenly, a vain laughter burst out from Marshall's body, which frightened her greatly.

"Who is it!" Marshall looked around in panic, her hands clutching the hem of her skirt, her eyes wandering, but everything in front of her was completely dark.

Bang! I don’t know if it was a snap of fingers or the turning of a knob. It was like the magic sun descending. In an instant, the pale light was like a ferocious shepherd dog, madly driving away the darkness.

She came to the political hall she was familiar with. The sunlight coming in from outside was very dazzling, causing her to raise her hands and carefully cover her wrinkled eyes.

Unfortunately, there was no one inside. The colorful glass in the upper right corner of the political hall was like a paintbrush, smearing strange and full colors on everything in the hall.

Bang! Bang!

Violent vibrations came quickly and forcefully from beneath the floor of the political hall. In Marshall's astonished gaze, countless cracks suddenly exploded on the marble surface in front of her, bending upwards with a point as the center.

Bang! Sand splashes!

"Who! Uh! Who is it!" Marshall waved away the dust in front of him with his hand, coughed twice, and found that a pure black "person" appeared in front of him out of nowhere!

It has no facial features, no clothes, it is just a shape, and its whole body is covered in invisible black. Upon closer inspection, what is even more frightening is that the figure of the other person is exactly the same as Marshall!

"Giggle..." The body of this pure black "person" was like pudding, shaking limply with the burst of laughter, "I am you... to be precise, um

…It doesn’t matter who I am.”

"I order you in the name of Marshall Jonny, the princess of Yaris, to tell me your name!" Marshall did not retreat but advanced, hoping that with his identity he could force the other party to submit.

"Haha! Princess! Princess of Yaris!" The dark shadow that had no waves at first was like the roaring sea surface, causing ferocious ripples. "Yaris, what does it have to do with my great Barbatos, the great King of Nightmares!"

"Nightmare?" Marshall muttered quietly, seemingly unaware of the seriousness of the problem.

"Cackle! Cluck! Cluck! Clack!" Harsh laughter echoed continuously in the huge hall, making Marshall's mind even more confused and helpless.

"What is your purpose?" She swallowed and said cautiously.

"Your soul...and you...everything is worth savoring over and over again." With a tremor that was so fast that it was hard to see, Barbatos' figure suddenly changed from dark to dark.

For the sake of brightness, the "thing" it imitates is exposed.

"Ugh!" The exact same blonde girl!

However, there was a hint of evil in the corners of her mouth, and the tips of her blond hair were dyed with an unclear layer of gray.

"My mission is...to conquer you." The blond girl opposite Marshall tilted her head and smiled, stretched out her fingers to make a gun shape, and silently fired a shot at the opposite side.

Nothing happened.

Marshall looked at the other party in confusion, feeling a little chill in his heart.

"Don't be anxious, you have to take your time with this matter." Barbatos smiled, dragging his hands up and throwing a layer of gray stars, which kept flying and condensing, and finally expanded and merged, finally forming a human shape.

It was a woman with a similar appearance to Marshall, with blond hair and an unclear smile on her lips. She could be a replica of her when she grew up, and even the raised eyelashes were the same as hers.

"This is your mother." Barbatos' eyes slightly curved, "You probably haven't even met her before."

"..." Marshall's fists clenched into balls, his brows furrowed in displeasure, and an angry blush appeared on his face.

Moreover, Barbatos is using her appearance to hold the hand of a woman who looks a lot like her mother!

"How happy~" Barbatos raised the woman's hand and looked at her delicate fingers carefully, "It's a pity..."

The little girl's voice suddenly changed, bringing with it an infinite chill: "You murdered her."

"you......"

"Isn't it? Your birth has brought endless disasters to her..." Barbatos tapped his lips innocently, showing that the "self" opposite him had no fault at all, "Because of your

She was born, she died, one life for another, geez! Isn’t it?”

A wake-up call!

"At that time, your father told you clearly that she died because of you... It was a very classic case of excessive bleeding..." Barbatos stood on tiptoes and pointed his fingers.

Gently across the smiling woman's neck.

Easily, plasma burst out! This woman's head actually fell inexplicably as the hand of a girl who looked similar to her casually moved across it!

Bang! Puff...

The headless corpse drooped limply, and blood silently spilled on the ground.

Marshall's pupils shrank, and her eyeballs darted left and right in her eye sockets uncontrollably. She had to calm down now, she couldn't lose her position yet!

"Haha! Hahahahaha!" Barbatos clapped her hands happily, as if the other person's expression could make people eat a full bowl of rice. Immediately, her eyes narrowed, "It's not over yet! There's still this!

"

The girl who was similar to her smacked her left hand back out of thin air, and the empty space suddenly trembled violently, and a person even bigger than her was suddenly pulled out!

Classic fur, familiar wand, and calm yet majestic eyes.

Silent and without any movement, Aiyuni.

"What...how..." Marshall squeezed out these words from the gap between his mouth.

"Hahahaha! Are you happy! You have met all your family members!" Barbatos raised his leg straight up and swayed in front of Avni in a strange posture, bending his left elbow backward like a pulled bow string.

.

puff--!!!

"Marshall's" left hand stabbed into his father's lower abdomen in an instant, and blood slowly seeped out along the wound, but because it had not been pulled out yet, it did not blow out.

"!!!" Marshall could no longer control her body, her stomach was churning, her face was flushed, and her upper and lower teeth were squeezing so hard that they almost broke.

"You murdered him." Barbatos pulled out his hand, his eyes calm, with a cold glint in his eyes.

"I-I didn't-!"

The body leaned forward violently! Shout hysterically!

"Ho--!" Her heart trembled suddenly.

When! A face exactly like his own was nose to nose with Marshall's, but...

Her lips parted, reaching to the base of her ears.

Barbatos couldn't wait to open his lips, pull out his long and slimy tongue, and greedily grab it on Marshall's dull face.

"General." It said softly, and its body collapsed and turned into the endless black.

Marshall's eyes had long since relaxed, losing their original anger, helplessness and panic.

Lost spirit.

The little girl finally lost her consciousness and lay weakly on the ground, her long skirt falling to the ground quickly.

The originally bright political hall immediately darkened and turned back to its original oppressive black.

The nightmare branched out a tentacle and called deeply towards the sky.

A cross as tall as a man and as thick as a forearm fell from the sky. Countless runes on its surface ignited and disappeared, twisting and turning, representing unquestionable power and power.

Without any obstruction, it inserted into Marshall's left calf until it penetrated.

The strange thing is that there was no sound of collision during the insertion, no blood leaked from it, and there was not even a wound. The cross and the Marshall seemed to be two separate worlds, completely unrelated.

The second one was inserted diagonally down from her right calf, the third one was inserted into her lower abdomen, the fourth one and the fifth one were nailed to her left and right hands.

Bang! A muffled sound.

The last cross penetrated her heart and the ray of soul accumulated in her heart.

mark.

...

Suffocation, an atmosphere that can crush people to death.

At this time, Sheldon was standing at the door of the restaurant kitchen, and the remaining eleven people were also present.

The puppet representing Barbatos flew happily in the air, and its limbs jingled together without control, becoming the only source of sound at this time.

The deceased was hanging upside down with his legs firmly together, and a thin rope connected his feet to the chandelier on the dome of the restaurant.
Chapter completed!