Chapter 1707:

Xiandumu Aye never thought of waiting for the end of his sentence. The reason why he deliberately recorded the time, day after day, year after year, was to accurately calculate the time to escape from prison and remember the time of the astrological signs that could make his long-cherished wish come true. .

In accordance with the order she had communicated to the LCO in advance during the trial after her arrest.

Her clone, a natural witch who can barely be called a daughter - Xiandumu Yuma should have grown to be twelve years old. In another year, the child will be trained by a witch, and she will be trained through a ceremony. The witch guardian on her body inherited the past, and after four years, she became a high-level witch and came to rescue her mother.

After regaining her freedom, she will continue to fulfill her ideals, eradicate the magic and abilities of this world, and completely smash the sad fate of the witch who was born to be used.

It is precisely because of the relatively proper escape plan that Xiandumu Aye insisted on adjusting the jet lag mechanism of his brain and memorizing the passage of time.

On the cold and lonely ground, the classical beauty who was sitting sideways in the prison slowly opened her red eyes and murmured silently:

"The time for the next error adjustment is one year later, when Xiandumu Yuma transfers the guardian through a ritual."

At this moment, a strange voice sounded in the lonely prison.

"Wow!!"

"Long live!! I'm out! It's human, it's human, hahaha!"

"Quick, quick, find the weak point, let's escape!"

"The first floor, the lobby on the first floor, that hateful **** must be there!"

Where did the noisy sound come from the grille, Xiandumu Aye frowned slightly and looked at where he looked coldly.

It was always the sound of footsteps walking away from the monotonous walls and the cold corridor, as if someone was leaving in a direction away from this prison.

From a spatial point of view, Xiandumu Aye is on the top floor of the prison, which is the location with the best sense of light and comfort. This seems to be the privilege and kindness bestowed by the betrayed ally.

And now, the kindness that would only disgust Xiandumu Aye seemed to have saved her some trouble.

At least those prisoners who were cheering and eager to vent their distress would not find such a rare beauty hidden in the corner of the top floor.

However, Xiandumu Aye didn't care about this.

The weak fleas don't need to care. If they offend, they will give death. What she cares about is the rare scene of prisoner riots in the prison barrier.

This could not have happened.

Xiandumu Aye is very sure of this, even if she has a lot of hatred for Nangong Nayue, her ally who betrayed her, she will not belittle the power of the prison barrier.

Relying on the knowledge of magic in her mind and her own experience as a witch, she has an extraordinary understanding of the prison barrier.

Originating from the contract signed by the witch who offered her soul and the devil, in the illusory dreamland, the prison barrier created by the power of the devil and the spiritual power of the planet's dragon veins can be called the most terrifying prison in the world.

That month, Nangong paid the heavy price of being trapped in a dream, immortal, imprisoned for eternity, and the devil devoured his soul when he breached the contract.

If you want to escape from here, unless you kill the gatekeeper, get the gatekeeper's consent, or summon the dream to reality to perform certain operations, there is no possibility of escaping.

What the thugs who are out of prison now want to do is to kill the gatekeeper, an act that makes Xiandumu Aye have to keep silent about it.

Because it was so ridiculous, Xiandumu Aye couldn't help but smile at the act of wanting to defeat the highest-ranking witch in the witch's own dream.

It was only necessary to perform the [Space Control] that Nangong Nayue was most familiar with. These prisoners couldn't even do such a simple thing as reaching Nangong Nayue's side. They could only wave their arms in the grille and let out a desperate roar.

However... it is an indisputable fact that there is an abnormality in the prison barrier. If you think about it carefully, the invasion of dreams is impossible, so is someone trying to invade this prison barrier from the outside world? Is it someone from the LCO, or some other group trying to rescue a certain prisoner? Xiandumu Aye thought quietly, and then made the decision to step out of the prison.

In this situation of prisoner riots, she was indifferent but a little abnormal. She went for a walk in the corridor and tried to escape. It seemed more natural for Nangong to see it that month, and if there was a chance to escape from prison, she would be able to escape in time. catch.

Thinking like this, the witch slowly got up from the cold ground and dragged her twelve long skirts to the grid of the prison.

"Ahh-!!"

A scream full of despair burst into my ears.

What followed was the sound of beasts chewing and swallowing, and occasionally accompanied by the neighing sounds unique to snakes.

Xiandumu Aye's hand reaching for the grille paused for a while, then reached out again and pressed it on the dark metal.

The grille disappeared, revealing a passageway large enough for the two of them to advance side by side.

With doubts about the outside world, the witch, who has a certain confidence in her own strength, stepped out of the prison and came to the black and gray corridor.

Standing on the corridor with a width of three meters, Xiandumu Aye narrowed his red eyes slightly and looked towards the end of the corridor.

What caught the eye was a blond young man with slightly reduced cheeks and a mean face. He was wearing heavy armor, but he was crawling on the ground, with big round eyes, unable to speak, looking eagerly at the rare witch at the end of the corridor.

The reason why he couldn't speak was that he expanded wildly, and a large silver-white snake was drilling out of his mouth that completely exceeded the limit of his lower jaw.

The snow white reveals sacred scales, with an elegant and calm demeanor, like a white snake with a dream that is opening its mouth wide, slowly swallowing it from the young man's legs, and making a sizzling sound of digestion.

The snake and the human form a perfect circle, like the Ouroboros symbolizing infinity and circulation.

Divine deportment and cruel deeds perfectly combine the divine and the demonic.

'help me! ! ’

The blond young man looked at the rare witch as if looking at the light of hope.

Xiandumu Aye recognized him.

Shortly before her arrest, the descendant of the dragon slayer captured by Nangong Nayue, belonged to the Anbu of the Western European Church-Bruder Danbograf, even as the highest-ranking witch Nangong Nayue can only use the plot In the form of a melee monster that is crushed by IQ and captured by strength.

Now, however, the descendant of the Dragon Slayer is being swallowed by the dragon's subordinates, swallowed by the silver-white serpent, and cast a cry for help at the ruthless and unacquainted prisoner.

This is the manifestation of the dragon slayer knowing that there is no possibility of escape.

However, Xiandumu Aye, a self-confessed witch, ignored the other party and looked behind the dragon slayer.

And behind it, there are prisoners swallowed by the devil snake all over the place.

There are vampires who destroyed several cities, evil magic techniques who wrecked thousands of people, and pharmacists who perished a country in southern Europe. However, these heinous criminals, swallowed by the devil snake, wagged their tails and begged her for pity.

For the sake of intelligence, Xiandumu Aye should have rescued a few prisoners, but the eyes of the devil snakes stopped her from moving, and the trembling feeling of being watched by the beasts silently told her the fate of her shot.

"Hu~~" The witch spit out a long turbid air, facing the terrifying devil snake, the witch's plain hand hidden in her sleeves squeezed the surface of a book, trying to get some warmth.

At this moment, leisurely footsteps sounded at the end of the corridor.

Like the sound of stepping up the steps, the unexpected visitor approached the top floor of the prison step by step in the environment where the snakes live.

Xiandumu Aye's white fingers that clenched the book gradually turned cyan, and at this time, the owner of the footsteps also appeared in front of her.

It was a silver-haired youth with bright silver hair like moonlight, a handsome and devilish face, and about half the age of twenty.

He stepped out of the stairs, slowly turned his head under the guard of the devil snake, looked at himself, and let out a happy smile.

"So it's here, the secretary's witch."