Chapter 237 236 Bird in a Cage

Chapter 237 236. Bird in a Cage

In the magic circle of warehouse No. 6, the magic lines that grew wildly on the wall like vines have been extinguished, leaving only a little light, illuminating this cold place where countless undead souls are imprisoned.

After the last undead soul rushed out, sniffing the breath of the living, the secret compartments on the warehouse wall jumped, the wall ash fell, and a white coffin fell to the ground.

A pale hand opened the broken coffin lid, and a bloodless human figure covered his head and staggered out of it.

The naked man covered his head hard, trembling all over, with painful groans and unusually strong gasps mixed together.

Memories kept pouring in, and the man with a trembling brain knelt on the ground, sweating, and slides kept flashing in his mind at this moment.

Knowledge and experience are returning.

The pain gradually eased. The man looked at the dim light of the magic pattern on the wall and recalled where this place was. Sadness appeared in his eyes. The huge pain overwhelmed his reason and made him sob.

After a brief emotional breakdown, the man looked at his wrinkled hands, his eyes became firm and resolute.

"How much time do I have this time..."

He walked out of the corridor slowly, and a black dress had appeared on his body. Looking around, he could not see anyone or a puppet. There was a slight sound of fighting in the distance.

The man understood the situation instantly. He wanted to move towards the sound of fighting, but he stopped after taking a few steps.

"It should be hopeless."

He shook his head with a wry smile, turned his head with self-blame, and then walked towards the top floor of the Dusk City Mirror.

"What a magician who has surpassed the times. One day, I will definitely break free of the so-called shackles before you and comprehend new magic first!"

"I will surpass you, for sure!"

"Whatever you want." The man in the memory had an indifferent face, no emotional ups and downs, and no joy, anger, sorrow or happiness.

The memory that was still slowly being injected made the man look dazed. Looking at the scenes that appeared before his eyes, his tears could not be suppressed.

This sporadic conversation that could not be restored to its original appearance seemed to hit his heart, making him feel depressed.

"Why can't I remember your names..."

"Who are you..."

The headless knight walking on the stairs did not attack the man, but turned a blind eye.

The wax oil waiting to attack the invader on the ceiling did not drip, silently letting this strange guy who sometimes shed tears and sometimes looked nostalgic, and let him climb the stairs.

However, the man did not realize that with every step he took, a strange magic circle would appear under his feet. With this magic circle, every time he climbed the stairs, he would inadvertently return to the previous floor at a certain moment.

The headless knight and the wax oil formed the entire guard force of this remote staircase with the man without emotion.

The chaotic memories and endless stairs locked him here, and he seemed unable to realize all this.

…

…

Clorence, who had finished reading a diary, looked at the remaining three on the table, sighed, and continued to read despite the pain in his mind.

Clorence wanted to find information about Warehouse No. 6, but there were no books related to it in the Great Library. Everything seemed to be hidden in these four diaries.

The main door of the Dusk City Great Library was quietly pushed open. The dull sound of the door opened only for the city lord made Clorence raise his head suddenly.

He came to the front of the Book of Dusk. On the suspended light screen, a young man in a blue and white gown walked in the Great Library with a stern face, walking straight in the direction of the Book of Dusk.

"Intruder? But why can they enter here?"

Clorence was confused and planned to mobilize the puppet collection in the library to eliminate this bold invader.

The Book of Dusk was silent.

Clorence was surprised to see that the Book of Dusk refused his order. The puppets hanging high on the chandelier not only did not fall down, but were locked.

The mechanisms in the library were also closed one by one, allowing the young man in a blue and white gown to walk through and come to Clorens.

"Who are you?"

The young man who had been squinting slowly opened his eyes and looked at the four diaries on the desk beside him. There was no emotion in his light blue eyes, and he was very calm.

"Book of Dusk, Dusk City, let me control it."

Clarence was stunned for a moment, and laughed disdainfully: "Let me control it, why, who do you think you are, this city, this book, and everything here are mine, my great..."

Clarence was stuck, he wanted to say a shocking and imposing title here, but he couldn't remember what the title was.

"It seems that you haven't read the diary about that." The young man smiled contemptuously at Clorens.

"Despise me, don't forget, this is my Dusk City, you lowly low-level magician."

The young man was silent for a long time, he looked into Clorens' eyes and said calmly: "Is it fun to scold yourself?"

The incoherent sentence stabilized Clorens's almost explosive emotions.

"What do you mean..."

"Your memory is much missing than I thought... Which diary did you read?"

Clarence wanted to blurt out "Why should I tell you", but he answered truthfully for some reason.

"There is a clover pattern."

"That's three, the order is wrong. According to my memory, it records magic knowledge and experience, the operation of the castle and the information of the puppets."

Clorence was horrified. He couldn't believe that an intruder could tell the contents of his diary so accurately. He took two steps back and leaned on the pillar where the Book of Dusk was located, and then he felt a little safe.

"Who are you!" In order to hide his uneasiness, Clorence shouted. He already suspected that everything he experienced at this moment was caused by the mental pollution of Lu Yu's summon.

Maybe it's not real!

"I am Clorens."

The young man's words made Clorens laugh. He, who had the body of a dragon man, suddenly straightened up. He was half a head taller than the human young man and looked down at the young man. He asked viciously: "You are Clorens, then who am I?"

"I know, this is all caused by Lu Yu's giant eyeball. This is all illusory. It is you who made my consciousness have a flaw..."

Clorens looked around: "Where is the flaw, where is the opportunity for the collapse of the illusion, I want to find it out... find it out!"

The dragon's tail flicked, and countless papers flew all over the sky and fell on the young man's body, like a heavy snowfall.

"I really don't want to see this ugly appearance, but fortunately this body is a dragon man, I can still comfort myself." The young man sighed.

"You are a habitual liar, a shameful illusion creature. The illusion projected by the giant eyeball can't fool me. This is an illusion, not my Twilight City!"

Clorence had a splitting headache, and his memory flashed back. He saw the thing that Lu Yu summoned again. The terrifying aura bloomed, causing his body to spasm and pain.

The young man didn't know what Clorens had encountered, and he could only wait for him to calm down.

"I don't want this part of the memory anymore, get out of my mind!!!!"

Dragon Man Clorens covered his head and roared, and his sharp claws scratched the scales on the top of his head, leaving a blood mark.

Dragon Man Clorens grabbed a silver candlestick beside him, and the figure of the young man appeared in the ferocious golden vertical pupils.

Realizing that the situation was not good, the young man stopped talking slowly and shouted: "Do you want our memory to be more incomplete!"

The silver candlestick in the hands of Dragon Man Clorens was suspended in the air at the last second, and the strong wind tore the old book pages scattered all over the ground.

"Illusion..."

"It's not an illusion. I am Clorens, and you are Clorens. We are all... backups."

The candlestick in the hands of the dragon Clorens fell to the ground with a clang. He staggered back: "No, you are lying to me."

"I am not a backup. I am Clorens, the owner of Twilight City and the Book of Twilight. The puppets and books here are all mine, mine!"

The dragon man was hysterical. He opened his arms, as if to embrace everything around him and swear his sovereignty.

The young man patiently explained: "The six backups consumed during the last awakening can be seen in the Book of Twilight. They are the other group of 'me' who escaped decay last time."

Clorens remembered the six black shadows that could not respond, and he was still mumbling something.

The young man walked to the Book of Twilight. This book that only obeyed its master actually opened its arms to the young man. The puppets hidden in the pages emerged one by one. They were special puppets that the dragon Clorens could not make appear.

The dragon man Clorens covered his head in astonishment.

"I also have some memories, which you can't get without reading the diary." The young man said.

On the light curtain, Lu Yu and Lu Lutis met on the stairs. After talking, they all looked at the ceiling.

Crossing the space, Lu Yu and his party looked at the young man and the dragon man Clorens.

The young man said coldly: "They found it."

"It was found a long time ago, but they can't come here." The dragon man said.

"I don't think so. When I woke up, I was on the same floor with that little guy. I felt her strong destructive power..."

The young man didn't finish his words, and the dragon man interrupted him in surprise.

Following the dragon man's line of sight, there was a light curtain with a white light flashing, which made the two people unable to open their eyes.

The white light dissipated, and a rabbit with a white cloth wrapped around its chest came into view.

Sera knelt on the ground with her fingers clasped together, lowered her head slightly, and whispered something.

The cult was not here, and Sera could not sing the sacred and solemn hymns alone. She did not choose the formulaic eulogy.

Sera chose to sing softly, without lyrics, only melody.

In the floating melody, the dragon man and the young man seemed to see the branches swaying in the wind and casting swaying shadows, just right to shade the church in the hot summer.

Countless children sat in the shadows, listening to the old nuns telling distant stories...

It was a strange feeling. For a moment, the dragon man Clorens's painful brain gained a moment of peace, and those annoying pictures went away. One of his feet even stepped out, as if he wanted to follow the melody and sit next to the group of children.

It was not an illusion, but an invisible aura.

Clorens, who came back to his senses, said: "I released the things in Warehouse No. 6, but they seemed to have been destroyed."

The young man had no memory of Warehouse No. 6, but his soul reacted to this name. That feeling was nervousness.

His face was solemn. “I underestimated this group of people. It seems that the most powerful one among them is not the little guy... but this rabbit.”

Claurens reminded: "The man next to the little one is also very strange, his summons...ah!"

The memory was not cut cleanly, and the influence is still there, which makes Clorens's head tremble every time he mentions it.

"Release the special doll, as long as it recovers, we can redo it."

Claurens reached out to touch the Book of Dusk, but at this moment, in the light curtain at the top, a woman with bat wings and sharp horns on her head appeared at the main entrance of the Great Library.

The young man calmly stopped the dragon man from releasing the doll and waited for the woman to come to him.

The red-haired woman folded up the iconic wings of the blood clan, touched her sharp teeth, and glanced at the dragon man and the young man.

"Where's the diary?"

The young man asked, "What are your memories?"

"Some high-level magic, some bad memories... I hate this feeling. After waking up, I am tortured by past memories every moment, and I am in so much pain..."

"Now there are invaders, we need cooperation."

The slender red-haired woman laughed, mercilessly mocking the young man who always kept a dead face.

"Cooperation, you said cooperation?"

"Why should we cooperate?" Scarlet blood danced around the woman's body, and the blood turned into a long whip, shooting out and pointing directly at the young man.

"Before the other awakened backups come here, I want to solve everything!"

The young man did not dodge, the magic circle under his feet lit up, the invisible shield isolated the woman's magic, and also absorbed the vitality of the woman's body, causing the woman's body to fall, and her wings also withered.

"Are you crazy? We are all Clorens. Any death will make our restored memories lost again!" The young man scolded coldly, hoping to awaken the woman's memory.

However, the woman just sneered. She raised her head evilly and glared at the dragon man and the young man.

"Yes, we are all Clorens... You all want to be Clorens, but I don't want to. I'm tired of waking up and suffering... You have been losing memories in the process of continuous transfer, but I have retained some of my own ideas."

"When you all die, I will be liberated... I want to be myself!"

"With just this body of yours, don't forget that decay will take away everything from you. The doll's body will rot in just a moment. By then, you will disappear from this world without a carrier, not to mention this appearance, even your knowledge and memory will no longer exist! Don't be disturbed by the remaining will in your body, you are a part of Clorens!"

"I only want that moment, I want to be a person, willing to be a backup, and I will never do the thing of being Clorens's revival nourishment again!"

The woman's wings spread to the maximum, and scarlet blood spilled all over the ground, soaking countless pages.

"Even if it's just for a moment..."

"Even if it's just for a brief moment."

"I don't want to be bound to a puppet body anymore."

"Even if my soul decays, I am willing to accept this curse!"