In other words, a human spirit that was pulled into the dream world.
The last thing Aisun-Hitzfell saw before he was plunged into darkness was a gigantic, thrashing serpent rampaging through West Grantly.
She couldn't see its specific appearance, as if its entire body was made of thick, rolling black smoke. When it overlapped with the darkness, she could hardly distinguish them, and could only rely on its looming pair of scarlet eyes to determine its location.
She was sure that this thing was bigger than any evil spirit she had ever seen. If it really hovered, it would be as big as half a city. The well-preserved buildings and streets in West Grant quickly collapsed under the impact of this giant monster, and countless hidden undead and evil spirits fled.
Escaping from the dark corner, running down the street screaming.
The City of the Dead has fallen to the brink of destruction, and Harry's Library, having lost control of it, should be unable to restrain the living beings here.
Hitzfeld felt his consciousness floating up, a bit like the process of falling into a dream... floating higher and higher.
Such behavior was too arrogant for the "evil god" who had fallen into madness and was tricked by her. She saw the rolling black smoke surrounding her, and the scarlet snake pupils rose in front of her eyes little by little, as if they wanted to swallow her in one bite.
But Hitzfeld didn't panic.
On the contrary, there was a hint of a smile on the corner of her mouth, and the arc of her smile fully revealed her mockery of the evil spirit, as if she had calculated that this crystal of evil would not dare to touch her.
She was right.
The huge body of the Dark Serpent enveloped the human spirit - just like a sea monster encircling a lonely boat.
It kept opening its huge mouth, trying to get close to her and intimidate her, but every time it would quickly run away at the last moment - the moment it was about to swallow her.
A beast is a beast.
Closing his eyes, Hitzfeld ignored it.
Her consciousness rose higher and higher, and her whole body gradually disappeared into the night sky of West Grant as if she were sinking into water.
Gradually falling into endless darkness.
……
"Have the casualties been counted?"
"2321 people died in the South City settlement area. The number at the docks is unclear. The number in the West City is at least 1600."
"So many? Are you counting the lizardmen as well?"
"Of course, you can't just count them as one of their identities. They are also transformed from humans."
"It's a shame we weren't here... to put you and Hitzfeld in this predicament."
"Oh, seriously, I'm afraid this matter cannot be solved by no matter how many of you come... If there is no one like Hitzfeld who can discover their conspiracy in advance, Nan Xinze's end will not be much better than Xi Grant's."
"I've read most of the report. I can understand the rest of it, but why did she conclude that the newspaper war was a conspiracy based only on the information she investigated at the beginning?"
"You find it incredible? I find it incredible too. She always surprises us in this regard. Okay, Zafira, stop staring at her... It's rude!"
"Wait! She's moving! She's waking up!"
Struggling to pry open his eyelids, Hitzfeld's vision became a little blurry.
But she felt okay - unlike many people who would feel a little uncomfortable after waking up from a coma or sleep, she felt very good, as if some hidden hunger in her body was satisfied, and her mind quickly became clear.
"Ethan... Zafira... and Xia." She saw the three people sitting in front of the bed, then glanced at the surroundings.
"So the crisis in Nanxinze has been resolved...where am I now?"
I was undoubtedly lying in bed.
The bedsheets and quilts were all white. There was a low table at the head of the bed. There was another bed on the left, with a bedside table between the two beds. Apart from that, there were no other furniture.
There are no carpets, no small accessories such as potted plants that are essential to home life, and there is not even a painting on the half-painted green wall. Only the huge window on the right side is eye-catching.
But it had a thick curtain drawn, preventing Hitzfeld from seeing what was outside at the first sight.
Maybe they were afraid that she would feel uncomfortable from the light when she woke up. I don’t know if it was done by the doctor or the nurse.
"Central Hospital." Xia Yibing's answer was exactly what she expected. "It's just not the one in South Xinze... We have all been transferred to North Xinze."
Hitzfeld turned his gaze towards her and noticed that she was dressed more solemnly than usual.
Xia Yibing's favorite outfit is a black windbreaker, and any top underneath, paired with shorts, black stockings, and high boots.
She doesn't like wearing those thin high-heeled boots because she thinks they make it inconvenient for her to move around.
And now her attire is a sheer gown.
Black jacket, white shirt, black trousers, and a black tie hanging around his collar.
It can make her give up the only black stockings that can show her personality...
Hitzfeld turned to look at Ethan and Zafira and found that they were also dressed in similar solemn attire.
"Some important person died?"
she asked them.
"Oh...you should ask 'which ones'." Zafira wiped the tip of her nose.
"Head of the South Sinze District, Archbishop Feka-Jones."
"Captain of the Nanxinze Flintstone Knights, Xiaomila-Carr."
"Phima-Pontic, the Minister of State for Nansinze."
"I'll tell you about the most important ones first. You can go and see the others yourself when you wake up."
"Hitzfeld." Ethan turned around from the counter with a prepared drink in his hand.
"Honey water," he said.
"You slept for four days. Even though Dreyerman gave you an IV drip, it's not comfortable to have an empty stomach."
"Thank you, Ethan." Xia Yibing took the cup from him naturally and pretended to feed it to Hitzfeld herself.
Ethan was stunned, a little surprised.
What surprised him and Zafira even more was that the gray-haired girl did not refuse and drank it obediently without even the slightest rejection!
The two looked at each other and could see surprise and joy in each other's eyes.
Some of Xia Yibing's circumstances were no secret within Shadow Lion.
Seeing that she was showing signs of becoming more cheerful... and maybe even making her first friend as an adult, the two were genuinely happy for her.
"Don't just stand there like an idiot."
Before she could be happy for a few seconds, Xia Yibing turned her head with a cold expression.
"Hitzfeld is awake, why are you still staying here... instead of calling the doctor and those people?"
"Does she need three people to give her a report?"
"We'll go now--"
Ethan and the other man quickly fled.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to close the door for them.
"What happened in reality after I fell asleep?"
Hitzfeld took the initiative to break the silence.
She was indeed very curious.
"We found the notes you left behind." Xia Yibing said, "According to your hint, I realized that one of the keys to protecting Nan Xinze is the stone slab in the temple... so I immediately rushed to the southern temple."
"The defense there was very empty, and there were no flint knights guarding it. I didn't even see any guards at the church gate, and I immediately realized that something was wrong. I ran straight to the back hall. As soon as I entered the yard, I saw a lot of traces of fighting. Carl was sitting on the steps opposite, leaning on a hammer.
Under the hammer was the shattered head of Feka Jones..."
She briefly explained what happened, causing the girl to sigh.
"Archbishop Jones is really a member of the Eclipse Church..." Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes slightly, "Karl... the stone slab was able to be saved thanks to him."
At this point, she was a little dazed, and recalled the first time she met Xiaomila-Karl.
My first impression of him was that he was a rigid, inflexible, stingy royal lackey who was trying to target me.
Apparently that was her prejudice.
She couldn't even believe it.
Or rather, it was hard to accept that this lonely golden knight died while he was sleeping.
His right hand gradually clenched the bed sheet.
"It's already good... Hitzfeld. It's already good."
The woman said quickly.
"The total number of deaths this time is less than 10,000. Think about how many people died in Kuroki City at that time... Compared with the difficulties we faced, this is already a miracle... You don't need to be too hard on yourself."
"How did the Black Snake die?"
Hitzfeld asked suddenly.
"Izabella...and Harry's library, how's it going?"
Since he was able to wake up safely in reality, the others seemed to be dealing with the aftermath.
Then Nan Xinze’s crisis should be resolved.
But how to remove it.
After I fell into a coma, I wonder what happened to the outside world and the snake monster.
Hitzfeld was curious.
"Oh, I'm afraid she doesn't have enough authority to answer these questions for you."
A third voice suddenly emerged in the ward.
"boom!"
The sound of the door hitting the wall was even louder than this sentence. Hitzfeld turned around and saw a strange guy wearing gloves, a mask, and a top hat, walking towards him.
"Agent Xia Sha's authority is only level seven... Well, she was upgraded because she has accumulated a lot of merits, but it's still in the process! It hasn't been implemented yet! So her actual authority is still level six."
"And the question you asked requires at least level eight clearance to answer - I mean, the kind of answer that will truly satisfy you."
"who are you?"
Xia Yibing glared at him unkindly.
"My name is Asfen." The man took off the mask on his face, revealing a grotesque face with wood grain and wax sheen underneath.
"As you can see, it's a puppet."
"From the library?"
Xia Yibing's expression became even more unfriendly.
"You're not welcome here, get out!"
She doesn't like this organization because of the annual rings.
She could treat them objectively and fairly, but she would never say a good word about them in her heart.
What's more, this time when they were traveling to Nanxinze, he and Hitzfeld had received such a dangerous mission... There was most likely an exchange of interests between the library and the royal family.
After all, there was a history of concealing Casimir's identity. Xia Yibing would never believe that the library and the White Shadow Palace didn't know that this mission might very well involve the Black Meng Snake.
Her expression changed slightly when the other party said the next words.
"In the past two days, a total of four groups of people have attempted to sneak into this ward."
Asfen took off his gloves and put them aside, tapping his wooden fingers.
"Two groups wanted to take her away, and two groups wanted to kill her."
"Why didn't you realize this? You were able to sleep peacefully until now. Think about who deserves the credit."
"Is it because of you?"
Xia Yibing stared at him with a frown.
I felt uneasy about what he said, and I also doubted how capable this puppet body of his was.
"I think you must have been sent by His Majesty the Ring of Years to protect me."
Hitzfeld said softly.
"As you expected."
