Release that Witch - Chapter 626

Hint: To Play after pausing the player, use this button

Add to favorites

Chapter 626

Was everything . . . a dream?

Roland blinked his eyes as he walked step-by-step to the fence in order to look down at the school's panorama against the sunset .

No one was in the spacious playground . Under the orange sunset, the goal looked lonely and its very long shadow was reflected on the ground . Far away were the familiar library and dormitory and the sunset painted the luminous windows with a ray of gold .

Roland had studied here for almost seven years so that he had been familiar with everything . He knew that he was standing on the rooftop of a teaching building and that this was his favorite place to spend his spare time .

Roland had many memories here .

Such as that iron gate behind him that was driven by the warm wind to open and close constantly .

This iron gate was billed as a unique view of the teaching building's rooftop, and its cover looked as ancient as a cultural relic excavated by archaeologists . When he had come to this school, the gate had already been torn and tattered . As long as it was pushed lightly, it would make noise continuously as if it were out of breath . Yet it was extremely quiet after it was opened and then closed . As far as Roland was concerned, the gate would fall apart soon, but still, at the time of his graduation, it stood still on the rooftop .

"But since this was a dream, why did I look the same as Prince Roland?" thought Roland .

Roland lowered his head to see his slender hands, and then touched his gray hair on his shoulders . Apparently, the height and shape were different from what they were when he indulged himself in his studies .

"So . . . What had happened?" thought Roland .

Roland frowned, after a while he remembered that the last scene he had seen was that Nightingale had pushed him away, and then after a flash, he had only seen her panicking and despairing face .

"Who on earth . . . are you?"

A tactful and intangible female voice suddenly appeared beside him .

Roland was scared and abruptly turned around only to find that a lady with long white hair was walking toward him . She had a pair of ruby-like eyes and her red and white robe dropped down to the ground with a golden pattern embroidered on its bottom, which obviously did not belong to this era . Besides, the golden throne of her head showed her identity .

"You're a pure witch of the church?"

"Yes . But I'm also the 15th Pope of Holy City of Hermes . " She paused and continued to say, "I'm Zero, while you're definitely not Roland Wimbledon . "

Well, Roland frowned and said, "So did you create this place?"

Everything made sense . The flash should be Zero's ability that Nightingale had wanted to help him to escape from . And the scenery before him should be an illusion or a virtual space, something like that . The moment he opened his eyes, Roland thought that he had come back to the modern world again .

Even though Roland knew that perhaps the church was originally the Union, it never occurred to him that the pope was a pure witch . Therefore, it was so incredible to see that these witches boldly turned other witches into inhumane monsters .

"No, you created this place . " Zero walked toward him step-by-step and said in an exciting tone, "The place is hidden deeply in your memories and appears frequently in most of your daily life . But I'm curious as to where this is . We both know that Prince Roland of the Graycastle would have never lived in such a place . "

"Why should I tell you?" Roland moved to the other side of the fence and kept a distance from her .

What could he do to shake off the illusion? Roland thought of many ideas in his mind . Maybe he could jump off here? Based on his experiences of nightmares, he would instantly wake up from a nightmare if he jumped off of a high place .

Zero smiled and said in a sweet tone, "It's okay that you won't tell me . I'll spend a little of time finally figuring out that who you're, where you're from and why you've become Prince Roland . "

Would she finally find out? "You mean to tell me that you'll read my memories?" Roland asked in a very cold tone, "Don't flatter yourself . "

Zero suddenly stopped and said, "You know what? I would explain to each one trapped in the illusion the effects, rules, and the impact of my ability . Everyone except for you . "

"What?"

The moment Roland asked, he found that Zero had appeared in front of him . And a sudden pain made him lose his hearing .

Roland trembled and lowered his head to only find that a knife was inserted into his chest . Roland wanted to shout, but he could not make any sound . His chest was destroyed completely and the opening and closing of his thoracic cavity could not squeeze even a little air into his throat .

Just like an electrical current, the strong pain spread over his body . Roland would rather die immediately than suffer one more second .

"Because I don't like anything that's confusing . "

At the other end of the knife was Zero's calm face . Half of her body was splashed and wet by Roland's gushing blood . Due to hypoxia and the self-protective syncope of his brain, he quickly became unconscious .

But the next second, Roland stood still beside the fence, his body intact . In addition, Zero also stood far away from him, like she had never left that spot .

"What had happened?" Roland took deep breathes . "Was it just an illusion?" He covered his chest that was moving up and down fiercely, and the wound still hurt . Looking down, he saw the shape of a pool of blood .

"Damn, what had happened just now was true," thought Roland .

Staring at the knife held by Zero, Roland was quite surprised in his heart because there had been nothing in her hand before .

"Could she create something out of nothing?"

Just at the moment, Zero rushed toward him again . She was so quick that Roland could not see her clearly .

Roland instantly turned around to escape, but just after a step, he felt a pain in his abdomen .

Then, Roland experienced death again . Zero wielded her long knife to cut him into two halves . The pain this time lasted longer than last time and he fell down into his own blood and outflowing guts . The lasting pain made him shout so miserably that even he was frightened by his own voice .

After his second resurrection, Roland had realized something .

This is a nightmare that can't be broken by jumping off of a high place or from feeling fierce pain . It's like a cyclical arena .

Damn it . What're conditions of escaping from this? What about defeating the white-haired witch in front me?

"Zero can create weapons out of nothing, but what about me?" Roland gritted his teeth and started to concentrate his spirit . "If I had had a shield, I would be able to fight against her . "

A blue light flashed .

A transparent anti-explosive shield appeared in Roland's hand . He had stopped her attack, but there was a deep scar left on the shield . What was worse, Roland was blown away by the huge clash .

"Well, this was what had happened," Roland said a dirty word in his heart .

When rolling over, Roland dropped the shield and manifested an automatic rifle .