A rare magical miracle in the world

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"Take it, it's yours."

"Pull out her hair, just as she pulled yours."

"This is my eye."

"My skin."

"My teeth." Your journey continues at empire

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In these seven dreamscapes, here in this place, Emily had switched positions with the girls she had once killed.

She was strapped to the operating table, forced to remain conscious, unable to faint, and then she had to watch the horrific deeds, being carried out on herself.

"Ah!"

"Ah!!!"

The harrowing screams were nonstop, and at the side of the operating table, Agate was tied to a chair, forced to watch his beloved daughter, receive retribution from the evil spirits!

"Woo! Woowoowoo!"

However, it seemed Agate had no time to worry about his daughter anymore.

Right in front of him, a twisted monster was crawling towards him; it was none other than the old woman who had gone mad from the torture of losing her daughter, now transformed into a Contaminated Species.

There were Skeleton Knights, as well as more parents from families shattered by his actions.

Dozens of them, hundreds!

This also meant that what awaited Agate was bound to be a torture as terrible as his daughter's...

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"What a terrifying domain."

White fog shrouded the Ancient City, and as Tulip walked through the streets, she found the world seemed to be isolated into hundreds and thousands of pieces.

Every few steps she took, she would notice changes around her.

The setting was the same, and so were the buildings.

But the people who had been crying out in front of her would be replaced by another group of people in the next second, and this process repeated endlessly.

Of course, this was because Tulip's strength had reached the King level.

Merely relying on the domain level of Miracle Power, it was extremely difficult to deceive the eyes of a King.

It wasn't that the power was insufficient, but the level was inadequate.

Only the power of a King could contend with a King!

"Someone has intruded."

In the graveyard, Lyon sensed Tulip's entry.

Tulip had not revealed her King-level strength, and her Miracle Power was contained within, making it impossible for Lyon, even as the Miracle Entity, to indirectly sense her condition.

"Mortal?"

"No," Lyon said, "able to walk freely in my domain, a Child of Miracle?"

The intruder was at least of Heroic Level, unaffected by the domain.

For only the resistance of a Hero could make a King-level domain incapable of disturbing her.

"Boom boom boom!"

The fog ahead swirled, transforming into a vortex, its meaning could not be clearer.

"Inviting me?"

Tulip's brows slightly furrowed, "Fine, I'd like to see what your origins are."

Faced with such provocative behavior, Tulip chose to take the risk.

The power of a King was enough to deal with various situations.

Their ability to protect themselves was extremely strong; even if they could not win, Tulip could escape in time, which was much better than letting the Extraordinary and Transcendent forces come in.

"Hm?"

As soon as Tulip stepped in, she found herself in the public cemetery of the Ancient City.

As the head of Hundred Flowers Valley Military Academy, and someone who had nurtured talents for Count Thorn after General Winter's retreat, Tulip, being from the Ancient City, was naturally very familiar with this place.

"Clap clap."

The crisp sound of clapping came from behind Tulip, and the woman quickly turned around to see Lyon.

"Who are you?"

The opponent was very young, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old at most.

He was wearing a black coat and a pair of white gloves, and was casually clapping his hands to indicate his presence, signaling Tulip not to look around aimlessly.

"You're quite powerful, my Nightmare Domain could only exert a little influence on you."

Seeing the intruder up close, Lyon realized, "So that's it, you are a King-level powerhouse, no wonder."

"Did you summon this domain?"

Tulip demanded to know, "Why attack the Ancient City, don't you know this is Lord Count Thorn's territory?"

Count Thorn was just a title, not merely the rank of 'Earl.'

Much like Count Dracula, even if he became extremely powerful, this title would always accompany him, like a witness of history.

"Your attitude is really poor."

Lyon wasn't angry; he casually sat on a tombstone.

For the rubbish of the Ancient City, he had no respect for their tombstones at all: "You are a King, a high-ranking Child of Miracle under Count Thorn's command; what's your official rank? Is it high enough?"

If the rank was too small, Lyon would be ashamed to kill; he also wanted to save face.

The small fish and shrimp should be left for the People of Yatun to taste.

For Lyon himself, naturally, he had to face the strongest enemies so that he could demonstrate his value and status in Bailuo's hands.

"Who exactly are you?"

Seeing Lyon dodge the question, Tulip drew the sword from her waist, "Under whose command are you, which Master of Miracle's subject? Without officially declaring ownership of the Ancient City internationally, you launch such a surprise attack and even attack ordinary people, what are you trying to do?