Under God, everything will become small.

Every time I have this dream, Ken feels insignificant.

The huge existence enveloped him, and whether the warlock sensed the existence of that thing or not, the boundless fear and powerlessness permeated his whole body.

He could feel his family was nearby!

They are being eroded! Become a part of that existence!

Nightmare!

The pollution captured by Ken's powerful spiritual sense!

This is exactly why he believes his family still survives!

"Ka, da, da..."

Ken's sleep quality has always been poor, and a small sound can wake him up.

For example, these footsteps.

The footsteps were very low, and I was on tiptoe, so I was careful not to let him know.

Where is the warning technique at the door?

To his surprise, the alert technique showed no sign of triggering!

The enemy attack? The cult's companions came up?

Ken only felt his scalp numb.

The umbrella with seals is placed beside the bed! You can touch it with just reaching out!

He was about to get up, but he felt that his limbs were completely unable to move as if they were pressed by something!

What is the ghost pressing on the bed caused by spiritual tides?

Why is it now!

The little footsteps had already reached his bedside!

For him now, just a child with a knife can easily pierce him!

The figure leaned down, the shadow covered some moonlight, and a sweet body fragrance floated into his nose.

Kalyn's...taste?

As if it proved his guess, he heard the girl on her body humming in a cute voice.

The mature figure slowly pressed down, and the sweet body scent pressed against his face.

"Hey hey, brother's smell, um~ I haven't smelled it for a long time!"

The silver-gray-haired girl sniffs around the man.

"Not the taste of other women~ It's very good~ Sure enough, those women don't understand what kind of person their brother is~"

The girl's voice became very soft, and Ken couldn't combine the soft and tender voice of the deer with the cold girl he saw a few days ago.

Not sure if he was himself?

As Ken thought, his spirit suddenly tightened.

Because the girl hugged him from the side.

Soft and tightly attached to the strong body, Ken could even smell the sweet breath of a girl.

"Brother, you're very tired, too."

The soft ketone body was fragrant, and the eyes were blurred and could be seen in the silver-gray-haired elf girl, and the pink halo in her eyes.

"From now, I'll accompany you...

Always...forever..."

The girl's voice is soft and light.

It is also very warm, relaxing physically and mentally.

Ken's tired consciousness gradually fell into a deep sleep...

...

It's been a long time since Ken hadn't slept so well.

He opened his eyes slightly and stretched his body.

His eyes looked to his side...there was no one there, there was no indentation. He sniffed carefully, and did not smell the fragrance of the girl.

Dream?

Because of the strong anchor point with Kalyn, the nightmare gradually changed?

After repeated inspections, it was found that there was really no trace of Kaylin's existence, and Ken could only attribute it to the anchor point.

Throwing the incomprehensible phenomenon behind him, Ken extends consciousness to the trap at the door.

The door was still broken, and the trap was placed there intact.

It was indeed a dream, and the anchor interfered with the pollution detected by the spirit! Ken affirmed his guess.

After all, at least people who have come into contact with the origin - such as the Five Ring Warlock, can pass through the trap like this. Karin has no way to engrave the magic loop, so it is not her.

There were several priests in the corridor, who seemed to be visiting his neighbors from door to door.

Charles Addison did not break his promise.

Ken simply took the milk, bread, and egg cake to complete a "terrible" sacrifice, and then walked to the opposite door.

Knocked on the door.

No response.

It seems that the girl is not at home.

Ken walked out of the apartment with no idea of ​​regret.

The girl may be going to school or working.

In order to avoid being hungry to the point of being soft-hearted, he also has to find a job.

...

A third-level student at Arlett Academy and a three-ring warlock, this identity is theoretically very popular.

Because humans themselves have no magic circuit, human ancestors imitated the magic circuit of elves and engraved it on their souls.

Perhaps this is an unexpected discovery in an elf magician experiment. The human soul has a very good extension after being engraved with a magic circuit.

They can not only borrow various external objects to cast magic beyond their ability, but also extend and increase their lifespan.

Most humans can only engrave a complete magic circuit for a lifetime, becoming the [Ring Avalokitesvara], and at this time they can use magical instruments from one to two rings.

A third-level student at Alett Academy means that he is a three-ring warlock with a very high value.

Perhaps because of his bad luck, he went to the talent market to promote himself, but he couldn't find a job he wanted to go to.

In the blink of an eye, he came to dusk, and on the way home, he fiddled with the stack of business cards in his hand.

Suddenly, a shadow enveloped him. He looked up and saw that it was a passing giant.

At a height of four to five meters, just standing up is like a walking tank, and one person occupies most of the sidewalk.

The skin was yellow and rough, and the head was smooth like an egg, and two purple eyes glanced around.

He was wearing clothes sewn from animal skins, and there was a little girl with purple hair sitting on her shoulders. Maybe she was not young... But even if she sat upright, her upper body was not as tall as the giant's head!

The Reichon City is truly the center of human development. Even the pagan, the Norris giant on the border, can be seen from here!

Ken sighed, passing by the giant.

Pagans, humans who do not belong to the faith of the Mother Goddess, do not belong to the orthodox, but they are not harmful.

When the purple-haired girl passed by Ken, she suddenly turned around and stared at the warlock with dark purple pupils alertly, her expression turned into confusion again, and then she turned her head.

"Amy, what did you find?"

The big guy asked buzzingly when he noticed the girl's movements.

Amy kicked her shoes and replied indifferently.

"Nothing, Edgar, I thought it was a heretic, but I read it wrong, just a human warlock."

"Um."

Edgar knew that Amy had read it wrong, so he must have read it wrong.

"Human magic technology is so advanced. Edgar, after we hunted the [snake], we went to buy some fun toys."

Amy looked at the magic phone, headphones, and her eyes were shining.

"Although you don't have the talent to use magic, I can help you transform it. How about letting the tribesmen transform it together?"

"Amy, I need to treat the disease."
To be continued...