Female knight simulator, I am upright!

Backtracking cannot save the world, it will only make the disaster "early".

"I am willing."

Loria stretched out her right hand to the goddess.

For her, the lives of those she cherishes are far more valuable than freedom.

And so the deal was done.

Under the shroud of dim moonlight, the rivers in "reality" are running endlessly.

Loria's absence did not delay the crusade against the Hidden Head. Everyone listened to Shire's call and marched aggressively towards the imperial capital.

The road was as uneven as ever.

When they arrived at the imperial capital, they encountered fierce resistance as usual.

But this time the situation was a little different. In the middle of the battle, the Succubus Queen and the Dream Demon Queen came with a large army. They directly joined the Imperial Army and gave a heavy blow to the stubborn Hidden Head rebels.

The change came so suddenly that no one could react.

But what is even more astonishing is that when the imperial army rushed into the imperial capital, the huge spider stood up ahead of time.

The earth shook and the mountains swayed.

In front of the square, facing the crowd rushing forward, the Prophet calmly threw the three Enka Stones into the seal.

At this moment, in front of everyone, another Enka Stone flew across the sky and shot straight into the seal.

buzzing-

The dazzling blue light burst out suddenly, breaking through the crimson island above the head in a short time.

"This is... the seal is completely lifted?"

The Prophet froze in place.

According to his original plan, the weaver could not really come until the power from Ruins eroded half of the seal.

But it will only take an hour now... no, it won't take that long, now he can see the Weaver.

The red torrent gushed out from the seal, and the Prophet faced the seal and raised his hands high.

"Great weaver, you have finally come to this world!"

Accompanied by his crazily yelling, one after another black shadows emerged from the seal, and those shadows continued to extend far away, looking like tentacles.

The Prophet's laughter grew wilder.

"Great weaver, now, lead us out of the control of the goddess!"

A black shadow stopped in front of him.

The two "people" who crossed the world wall and rushed in both directions finally met.

The Prophet bowed and saluted, showing a gentlemanly demeanor.

From today onwards, the world will take a completely different path than expected, and those who are beating and scolding him now will one day realize what a great thing he has done!

The sun, truly shines on this world...

Suddenly, the prophet's slowly raised hand froze.

He lowered his head slowly, his face full of disbelief.

He was not mistaken, his abdomen was clearly pierced by a group of black shadows, and blood continued to flow out from the thick wound.

When his gaze moved forward along the shadow, he saw clearly the owner of the shadow, who was the Weaver whom he had always sung.

"For...for...for..."

The weaver didn't speak, he pulled the shadow back.

In an instant, the Prophet fell to the ground like a rag sack.

He didn't make a sound, leaving only a pair of protruding eyes for everyone, and those eyes were filled with inconceivable words.

"Okay, it's time to stop."

Under the gaze of the crowd, Loria came out.

PS: The setting of the dream is actually borrowed from The Legend of Zelda: Weaving Dream Island

The Kingdom of Lonely Islands: 42. When Dreams Come True

The evil god who threatens the world the most is undoubtedly the weaver, but that doesn't mean that the destruction that other evil gods have been wreaking havoc with has been ignored.

Because of this, Loria did not rush to make a move, but deliberately waited until the Prophet threw the Enka Stone into the seal before showing up.

Those evil gods who had been waiting outside for a long time had turned into King Jiji long ago. When they saw that the seal was completely opened, they took the initiative to sneak in without even thinking about whether there was any conspiracy inside.

The sudden appearance of Loria is almost the same as usual in terms of appearance, the only difference is that she is not wearing a cat-mao combat uniform, but a very ordinary female knight suit.

The brave doesn't have to be too majestic when he comes on stage, but he can't behave like a succubus either.

Although Loria's appearance has not changed much, her strength has ushered in rapid growth.

This is a change that cannot be seen from the identity card representing the will of the goddess.

Only Loria herself knew that her strength could no longer be measured by simple numbers.

She, who obtained power from the Dark Moon Goddess, is in a sense an elf bred in this world.

She is not fighting alone, behind her are thousands of creatures in this world.

What's interesting is that no matter whether those creatures like her or hate her, they will "automatically" side with her.

Who made this world born in the dream of the goddess?

As long as the goddess is willing, she can change everything in this world at will.

But the Goddess didn't do that, she just wanted to be a bystander, maybe because she felt pity, or maybe because she was too busy, she let the world in her dream continue to grow.

During this process, some flaws appeared in his body.

Those evil gods wandering in the ruins, including the Weaver, tried to invade this dream world and then devour the "sleeping" goddess.

Their plan was perfect, but something happened in the process.

No one could have imagined that a dark moon goddess would split out of the goddess' body, and it was precisely because of the dark moon goddess' constant tossing that the goddess regained consciousness in her dream.

Now, it's time to close the net and kill the evil.

Loria calmly looked at the black shadows dancing between the sky and the earth like tentacles.

Compared with those shadows, she is so small.

"careful!"

A nervous voice came from behind.

Loria did not respond for a while.

She was silently accumulating strength, those dancing black shadows did not pay attention to her, they floated around, as if immersed in the joy brought by freedom.

Only the "gaze" of the weaver who had just killed the prophet fell on Loria.

He has always liked to control everything and hates everything that has its own.

And the world created in the goddess' dream revealed an aura that disgusted him everywhere.

Killing, He wants to kill like crazy!

Throwing the prophet's body on the ground randomly, the weaver like a mass of black mucus suddenly turned into thousands of black silk threads, and those threads either flew, walked close to the ground, or drilled into the void.

But before those silk threads could make any further moves, Loria raised her right hand abruptly.

Like a roaring tsunami, the space boiled up, crushing all those silk threads in an instant.

Weaver's attention fell to the giant spider on the ground again.

Koloria moved one step faster than him.

"They won't listen to you!"

The space above the giant spider's head was suddenly dislocated, cutting off dozens of hidden silk threads.

In an instant, the huge spider raised its head to the sky and roared silently.

Its appendages danced, and the ground trembled violently. Those crusaders standing on the ground retreated one after another, fearing that they would be affected.

This time, they saw clearly.

There are many souls on the head of the giant spider. Those souls seem to be in hell, and their faces are distorted. Even so, many people recognize them.

"Isn't that the deputy leader of the Hidden Head?"

"I know that person. He used to be a famous demon hunter, and later joined the Hidden Head."

"The one on the left was preventing us from entering the city just now!"

It turns out that what drives the giant spider is not magical power, but a group of "wraiths".

These "wraiths" were full of hope that they could be resurrected after the weaver turned this dream world into reality, but they didn't know that they had been cheated at the moment when they really entered death.

Weavers do not know how to create.

He represents manipulation and lies.

Once he is allowed to enter the dream world, all that will be staged is endless destruction.

The deceived "wraiths" cannot be released even after death, and they are selected as the power source of the giant spider.

Unwillingness, anger and jealousy gathered together, turning them into monsters who would kill anyone they saw.

Because they want revenge, and they want everyone to be as unlucky as they are.

"Now I've given you a chance, go get revenge."

Loria said to the giant spider.

In the next second, the huge spider rushed towards the weaver.

If it was in the boundless ruins, it would not even be possible for the giant spider to rush in front of the weaver.

But now they are in the dreamland of the goddess. The rules here are made by the goddess. Unless the evil gods from outside can kill the goddess, they will be affected by the rules here anyway.

It was because of this restriction that Loria dared to fight against all the evil gods who rushed in.

The biggest mistake of these evil gods is that they shouldn't have entered this dream.

Relying on the rules here, by killing them, Loria completely erased their existence.

The giant spider spewed out silk, trying to wrap the Weaver around.

Its speed is extremely fast, so fast that even A-level adventurers who are good at speed feel ashamed, but it stays like a wooden stake when facing an opponent of Weaver's level.

After a few glances, Loria lost interest in continuing to read.

It was a one-sided massacre, just like what she was going to do next.

After soaring happily for a while, an evil god stared at her.

Even without looking at her, he knew that the evil spirit staring at her was the demon who had a deep entanglement with the president.

"Are you trying to occupy my body this time?"

Loria stretched her right hand forward. It seemed that there was nothing in front of her, but the moment she clenched her fist, a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared on her palm.

click.

There was a strange noise in the air, and Loria withdrew her hand, looking indifferently at the demon struggling in her palm.

"I just wanted to drive you away, but you are in a hurry to die, so don't blame me for being rude."

The black mist trembled violently, but no matter how hard he struggled, he still couldn't escape Loria's shackles.

Ten seconds later, the black mist exploded with a bang, and finally dissipated completely between heaven and earth.

Loria's face remained unchanged, this time her eyes fell on another black shadow.

That is the Goddess of Madness and Indulgence.

"I remember you said you were coming to see me?"

"..."