"I still need a lot of time."
Josiah sat in front of a magnificent city gate, looking at the giant statues on both sides of the gate and the patrolling soldiers around the gate.
"If the Holyspirit is a battlefield, then you're currently trying to create a world."
Shiratori stood on Josiah's shoulder, staring at the human soldiers in the distance.
"A massively multiplayer online game can also be considered a virtual world, but even with your help, if I want to complete it alone, I still need a lot of worlds, especially when it comes to the map."
Josiah glanced at the lion emblem on the soldiers' shields, waved his arm in the air, and the city wall in front of Josiah disintegrated into pieces, turning into a small ball that fell into Josiah's hand.
"Save it, I'll continue when I have time in the future."
The ball in Josiah's hand became the size of an index finger, and was swallowed by Shiratori.
"Is it about time to wake up?" Josiah patted the non-existent dust off his back and stood up.
Before leaving, Josiah had Shiratori jump onto his arm.
"World Tree, is it possible for the product of the Space of Consciousness to interfere with reality?" Josiah suddenly asked.
"It's possible, don't underestimate the power gathered from the faith of all living beings."
The white cat that had been sitting on Josiah's head jumped onto Josiah's shoulder, and the moment it landed, Josiah's surroundings once again became the Holyspirit's battlefield.
"In our memories, there have indeed been cases of the Space of Consciousness appearing in the real world." Shiratori said.
"It sounds quite horrifying … But if such a situation really happens, please inform me immediately."
Josiah glanced at his hands, which were gradually becoming translucent, indicating that he was gradually waking up in the real world.
When Josiah opened his eyes again, it was dark in front of him, but a kind of pleasant fragrance kept swirling in Josiah's nose.
It was Hiri's body fragrance. Josiah recognized it immediately. Josiah took a step back and found that he had fallen asleep with his head buried in Hiri's chest.
No wonder my nose hurts …
"Is there a need to do this?"
Hiri's silver-gray pupils were staring at Josiah. Josiah, who had just woken up, was rubbing his nose.
"My chest isn't a whetstone. It's still … still a little soft."
When Hiri said this, her face turned red. At first, when Josiah directly fell asleep on the bed, Josiah subconsciously hugged her in his sleep.
Perhaps when Josiah and Hiri slept together, Hiri tried several times to use various wrestling techniques to strangle Josiah. This time, Josiah took the initiative and hugged Hiri's waist.
Ciri didn't know what to do at first, but he gradually got used to it.
"Hmm … It's like a mud wall mixed with gravel? But I kind of like it. "
At this moment, Josiah once again showed his terrible ability to make metaphors. After hearing it, Hiri burrowed into the sheets and ignored Josiah.
Both Hiri and Fuya had the habit of wrapping themselves in quilts. It was just that Hiri would run around the room with the quilt wrapped around her, while Fuya would be fixed on the bed like a mountain.
Just as Josiah was thinking about how to comfort Hiri, there was a sudden knock on Josiah's door.
"Your sister has been waiting at the door for a long time." At this moment, Hiri popped her head out from under the quilt. "I think if we let her wait a little longer, she might pull out her sword and cut the door in half."
"It's not 'might', it's definitely … It's time to work," said Josiah.
… …
Ever since Clary hid in the Devil Realm for so long, this was the first time she had the opportunity to enter the castle of the King's City.
It was the most important center of the Devil Realm. Clary had always been looking for a chance to enter and explore it. She did not expect the God of Holy Light to bless her … or more accurately, bless her brother.
"How much longer are you going to play this game?"
Clary had been sleeping in this body for almost three hours.
Due to pressure from the Second Princess of the Devils, she had accepted the invitation of the Holy Ghost professional team.
This invitation allowed her to successfully enter the heart of the King's City. Clary could not wait to find a reason to explore the surroundings.
Things progressed as Clary had expected. The Second Princess brought them to a hall and then left.
This was originally the best opportunity to explore the castle, but her brother found a familiar Blood Breed and asked, "How about forming a team and playing a round of Holy Ghost?"
This request was like throwing a bottle of virgin blood into the middle of the group of Blood Breeds, causing them to fall into a different state of excitement.
The group of Blood Breeds placed the long tables in the hall together, as if they were holding a round table meeting, and began to play Holy Ghost.
"Sister, this round will end in ten minutes," Monet said to his sister in his mind.
"This is already the fourth round you've played!"
Clary shared her vision with Monet. She controlled the body of the Chaos Demon to look up at the figure sitting opposite her.
One of the four Devil Dukes, the Blood Duke.
"How troublesome! Why does he have to sit here? "
"Sister … the Blood Duke hasn't been in contact with the Holy Ghost for long. You have to be more lenient towards the newcomer," Monet said in a weak voice.
"Who's talking to you about his Holy Ghost skills! I was wondering why a Devil Duke would be interested in this game, and play it for four whole hours! "
During this time, Clary's impression of the Blood Duke was a little distorted. In the eyes of the Sacred Army, each of the four Devil Dukes had millions of bones piled up under them, and they were dangerous beings who could kill humans without mercy.
However, the Blood Duke in front of Clary was gradually becoming a middle-aged man who had a successful career and a happy family. He could live a comfortable life playing games at home. Most importantly, he was so weak at playing games that he had to listen to her cowardly brother's commands.
If the legion commanders of the Saint Army knew that this private named Monet could make a Demon Realm Duke listen to him, would they feel horrified or gratified?
"After this round, leave the long table. Monet, don't forget our duty!"
"I … I understand, sister. Wait, I'm about to get the quadruple kill!"
Hearing her brother's shout, Clary was once again sure that letting him go to the battlefield was a mistake.
If the Blood Duke wasn't sitting opposite them, Clary would have risked using her spirit to explore.
The weaker Blood Breeds couldn't detect her presence, but the Blood Duke wasn't so sure.
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