Interlude: Sigler's Dream

Demon King's Castle, Nekalis.

Early morning.

The bitter blizzard roared through the city streets, submerging broken walls, broken limbs and pools of blood under the vast white snow.

inside the house.

The sound of heavy wind and the sound of snow seeds hitting the glass lingered in her ears.

She felt goosebumps all over her body and woke up from sleepiness.

This is the top floor of the McCarthy Palace restaurant on the Isle of Leith, where Sigre lives.

It was dark outside the room, or rather white, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Strange, why am I dreaming again."

Sigre covered her forehead, as if grasping the last trace of tranquility.

She dreamed that she was a cardinal of a church, loved by her subordinates, and had someone whom she cared about.

So after talking to the little elf sister in the afternoon, the elf kicked me out of the office, and I happily embarked on my journey.

It is indeed a dream...

"Harmful."

Sigre sat on the edge of the bed and sighed.

It was obviously an ordinary leisure day, but it made her feel undesirable.

The cold was irresistible, cutting and tightening her body deeply.

It has been a long time since she was sent back to the demon world to study alone.

The war between the Horning Empire and the Allied Forces has reached a fierce stage, and the winner may be decided at any time, or even cause one of the parties to bloom like fireworks and then be quickly destroyed. Only the Demon World is the safest place for her.

Even if they really lose, the Demon Realm is the last place where the vampires will fight.

The human kingdoms in the north may fall at any time, and several orc city-states have been slaughtered by the vampires. The Land of Eternal Night has now become dangerous, and communications cannot be reached at all from the human kingdom.

Although Sigre was particularly worried, she didn’t know what was happening to the Pollante Empire.

The only thing she can do now is to become stronger as soon as possible.

In this era of nine levels, one must reach at least eight levels in order to have enough influence on the battlefield of total war sweeping the entire world. If you really want to become a decisive heroic unit, you have to become like the Fallen Lord Kaliera. Only the ninth level at the top will do.

Outside the window, the piercing siren sounded again.

She was obviously awakened by the sirens in Nekalis City just now.

On this night of raging wind and snow, the demon city of Nekalis was shrouded in a haze of panic.

The former central square of Nekalis is now empty, and the ruthless snow has buried all evidence of crime, as if the screams of these dead souls will also disappear with the wind, and no one will mourn them anymore.

The alarm sounded again, indicating that the vampire attack was coming again.

Sigre didn't know how many times this happened.

The only thing that can be known is that even the Demon King's City has become like this, and the battle situation ahead will only become more severe.

Don't know...if he...is still alive.

She didn't dare to think about it anymore, but the ominous premonition lingered in her heart like a nightmare.

Lord Thunder lost the battle to the eighth ancestor Somerset, Lord Mist sealed the ninth ancestor Bernhard with his life, and Kaliela was severely injured by the third ancestor and is now unable to fight again in the Demon King's City in the short term.

However, in order to defend the Demon King's Castle, Kaliela went to war again without any hesitation.

Sigre seems to bring misfortune to those around her wherever she goes.

The guy who treats her better will die faster!

The despair, self-blame, and heartache that she had experienced in the snowy mountains in the past were vividly resurrected in Sigre's mind.

The vampires' ruthless violence, cruel bloodlust, and innocent ridicule.

These made her body stiffen, her throat quiver with fear, and her hands were filled with strength.

However, there was a definite warmth in her left hand.

Someone protected her.

On that dark and cold night, the image of that man fighting flashed through her mind, and she really saw the sun.

"I don't want to die...you gave me life..."

Sigre hugged her head. Whether she could survive or not depended on whether she could hold on to the Demon King's City tonight.

Tonight will be the coldest and darkest night in the Demon Realm.

This is what Kaliela told her.

The Blood Tribe isolated the Land of Eternal Night, cut off the connection between the Demon Realm and the northern human countries at all costs, and attacked the Demon Realm with all their strength. They wanted to put the Demon Realm into panic and make the Demon Tribe wonder whether the human front has been defeated, and whether they can hold on to it. Reinforcements can arrive.

This protracted battle must be fought to the end, and we must not give up before the last moment!

But the black shadow, his back, was already very far away.

Being left alone, she worked hard to live as usual, waiting for the day when he would come back.

Sigre opened her empty palms in front of her and let out a shaky breath.

Although I don't feel like complaining.

But looking out the window at the final blizzard coming from the sky, she vaguely felt like this——

If he really comes to the end of his rope, he will definitely come to save him.

The howling blizzard outside rattled the windows, as if a pair of invisible hands were flapping and striking, which made her hair stand on end.

What frightened her even more was the ups and downs of fighting and screams coming from a distance, each sound like a sharp knife piercing her heart.

She didn't want any demons to die anymore, she had already regarded them as her own race.

It was the same as the night when the Holy Land of the Moon was massacred.

In her memory, what she saw the most were the corpses of her fellow tribesmen.

Suddenly, there was a deafening roar, and then the ground trembled, shaking the tableware and porcelain.

Siegler looked up in panic and found that the luxurious crystal chandelier above her head was also shaking and making a harsh creaking sound.

She didn't know what happened, and moved to the window tremblingly, looking out through the glass that was frozen with ice flowers.

This palace restaurant has the last barrier protection he left behind. The more at this time, the more you can't run around. This is common sense.

But if even the barrier is broken, she can't just sit and wait for death.

If it doesn't work, she can only give up here and jump out of the window to escape.

Outside the window, in the flying goose feather snow, the buildings on the coast around the palace restaurant seemed to be covered with silver clothes, looking bleak in the night.

There were many corpses of the Demon King's army in armor lying on the ground, and the white snow stained with blood hurt Siegler's eyes.

She didn't have time to make a judgment.

"I found you, you little guy who should have died long ago."

A chill suddenly penetrated her thin body, as if the whisper of the god of death sounded in her ears.

Siegler turned her head stiffly, and through her blurred eyes, she saw a figure flashing scarlet light in the darkness approaching her step by step.

The other party had stood in the room without knowing when.

The visitor had a pair of bottomless blood eyes, and his eyes cut through the chaos like a blade.

The terrifying magic power made Siegler feel that her breathing was about to stagnate, and she was almost strangled by an invisible big hand, and her life began to pass away bit by bit.

She has become much stronger now.

If it was the vampire count, she still had hope of escaping from him.

But the vampire enemy who appeared here was by no means comparable to the count.

"Ka, what happened to Kaliela?!"

Siegler swallowed her throat and shouted unwillingly.

"Hehe."

The female vampire marquis just chuckled.

The skin around her eyes was as pale as marble, and there was a strange teardrop mole under her eyes, which added a bit of charm.

She was wearing a well-proportioned black dress, and her long black hair fluttered in the wind, as if the night had come, swallowing up all the light around her.

The other party answered with laughter, which made Siegler's heart beat wildly in her chest, almost bursting through her chest.

Siegler opened her mouth, but found that her throat was too hoarse to make any sound.

And whether she wanted to resist or escape, her limbs seemed to be as heavy as lead, unable to move.

The seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitiel, saw through Siegler's intentions. She stretched out a pale and slender hand, and easily used magic to penetrate the last remaining barrier of the palace, spreading on the ground until it climbed up her body along Siegler's feet.

Siegler felt a bone-chilling force eroding her spine, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

…

On the cruise ship from the North Continent to the South Continent.

The silver moonlight shines through the porthole onto the soft carpet of the top floor suite.

“No!!”

Sigrid suddenly woke up on the big bed and let out a short scream.

She struggled to sit up, her slender fingers tightly grasping the silk sheets, her chest heaving violently, and she gasped.

Sweat soaked her soft long hair and stuck to her pale forehead.

After a long while, Sigrid seemed to wake up suddenly, closed her eyes in annoyance, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm her violently beating heart.

The quiet environment and familiar furnishings around reminded her that this was just a nightmare.

“Huh.”

Sigrid shook her head.

The life she was living now was Sigrid’s dream, and the world where Sigrid lived was her nightmare.

She had never seen a vampire in the world, but she only felt that the vampire was extremely terrifying.

Ever since she parted with the Son of God, she has always been summoned by this kind of dream, or it seems like an endless dream.

She threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and walked barefoot to the window.

The cool marble floor sent a chill, which made her shiver.

Through the window, the dark blue sea at night was endless, and the faint moonlight danced on the waves.

Occasionally, a faint light shone from the windows of other rooms, like fireflies floating on the sea.

Sigrid stared blankly at the quiet night outside the window, and the remaining fear in the dream finally slowly receded.

She realized that she was on a luxury cruise ship, enjoying a wonderful vacation.

The nightmare was over, and she returned to the beauty of reality.

Until a long time passed.

"Even in a dream, I believe you will come to save me."

Sigrid did not hesitate to let her cheeks bathe in the silver moonlight, and murmured confidently.

This chapter is a free chapter to add to Sigrid's chapters, and describes the content of the previous chapter to a certain extent.

The previous chapter is an event chapter, which cannot be posted at any time. It can only be posted on a special interface at the end of the month when an event is held. The author's backend cannot see it, and I cannot modify it even if I want to.

The content of the previous chapter itself is some very ordinary gossip. Because it is not important, I thought that not many people would want to read it, so I used it to test the event (sad)