2. If condition one is met, Sylvie will voluntarily give up revenge, at least temporarily. 3. After meeting the above two conditions, he also needs to be given enough time to develop. Karl opened his eyes again and looked at Sylvie’s curvy figure: “Sure enough, I’d better have a good time before dying. Let’s bet on whether I can travel through time again.” Of course, this impulse just emerged and was suppressed by his reason. Carl sat quietly on the jewel throne, deep in thought. He tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes, and thought about the only possibility. As time went by, Carl suddenly felt a desire to eat in his abdomen. "Will I be hungry?" Carl frowned. As a black dragon, he possessed extraordinary endurance and physique. Even not eating for a month would not have any effect on him. But the feeling of eating proved one thing, his body was still losing energy normally during this period of stoppage.
But he couldn't eat while time was stopped. After all, in movies, when actors stop time, they don’t always go out to eat. This discovery gave him a sense of urgency. Carl narrowed his eyes. He inherited the memory of the evil dragon Carl. The professional system in this world was very peculiar. Every professional needed to practice his own professional code and gain the favor of the corresponding gods, so as to become stronger. Just like inheriting professional warriors, their strength comes from constant fighting and tempering. As a hero, Sylvie's strength also comes from practicing the way of the hero, helping others and challenging the devil. Carl didn't dare to go up to Sylvie, fearing that she would attack desperately after the time stop ended. If he could make Sylvie waver in her determination to be a hero, it might be his only chance of survival. Carl turned his gaze to the gate in the distance, gradually optimizing his plan. He didn't dare to rush towards Sylvie, but if it was her mage companion, he would still have the courage. The mage suddenly found himself being taken advantage of. The first reaction is to protect yourself, and it is unlikely that you will rush forward recklessly like a warrior. His first step was to make it impossible for her teammates to hide any longer. Carl sat back on the throne with a majestic posture, like an emperor looking down on everyone. Four weeks of time began to flow in an instant. Sylvie tightly grasped her two-handed sword, her eyes burning with anger. Carl's words about being her father really broke her defense. But she did not launch an attack rashly. Instead, she chose to step steadily on two steps and stop, looking directly at Karl. “Karl!” Sylvie’s voice was full of determination: “I have been living in the fear you brought to me. It was an experience more terrifying than death. But now, I no longer feel the slightest fear! I will kill you with my own hands!” Karl's red pupils flashed with a deep light, and his voice was low: "Are you still choosing to go on? You really want to be my daughter." "What did you say..." Sylvie's angry expression suddenly froze on her face, and a flash of astonishment flashed in her determined eyes, as if she realized something incredible.
She looked down suddenly and found that she was indeed two steps back from her previous position. "Impossible!" Sylvie blurted out, with a tremor in her voice. She took three quick steps forward again, trying to prove that she was not retreating. However, in her perspective, Carl seemed a little further away. Sylvie only felt that the whole scene around her became eerily quiet and unreal. Karl just sat quietly on the throne, his eyes deep and calm, as if everything was under his control, his voice low: "You seem to be wavering, Sylvie. Are you afraid? Or are you thinking you have to climb the stairs, but you are too scared and subconsciously retreat?" "I..." Sylvie felt an inexplicable fear. Everything that happened before her was too strange, so she didn't dare to act rashly. At this moment, she was protected by a huge oval magic barrier that suddenly rose up. The barrier emitted a faint blue light, separating her from Carl. At the same time, two figures, a man and a woman, appeared beside her. The man was meters tall, dressed in a gorgeous robe, holding a staff, and stopped Sylvie behind him with a serious expression. He looked directly at Karl with fear in his eyes: “Xylvie, calm down and don’t be bewitched by him. He used some kind of power to make your body retreat instantly.” Another nun in a white robe gently supported Sylvie. Carl watched all this with a smile on his face sitting on the throne. Everything was going according to his plan. Now, Sylvie and her companions were within 100 meters of his ability range. Chapter 3 Will Win "Evil Dragon Carl, my name is Violet Weir." Weir took two steps toward the stairs, his face stern, and looked up at Carl. In his hand, a gorgeous staff was shining with a faint light: "I swear on the honor of the Grand Prince of the Principality that today is the day for you to pay for the crimes you have committed over the past decade." Will has a tall and straight figure, with his golden hair swaying gently with the fluctuations of magic power, making him look even more handsome and extraordinary. "My name is Chris, the chief nun of the Holy Light Society." Chris also took two steps up the stairs and stood in front of Sylvie. Her long, smooth black hair fluttered in the magic circle, and her snow-white monk's robe was like a touch of soft moonlight, making her look holy and mysterious. She looked directly at Karl: "Karl, the souls that died because of you will rest in peace today." Although she was a nun, her words were extremely firm. Sylvie was still immersed in the strange feeling of her body moving backwards when she saw her two companions walking in front of her and successfully taking two steps up. The fear in his eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a firm belief. She gripped the sword tightly in her hand, took a deep breath, took two firm steps forward, and successfully walked up two steps.
Standing in front of Chris and Will again. "Thank you. Stand behind me. I have nothing to be afraid of now." After Sylvie finished speaking, she looked at Carl again: "Brave Sylvie, Evil Dragon Carl, let's fight." Carl sat on the jewel throne, watching Sylvie’s momentum soar as she received encouragement from her companions. It was as if an invisible force was gathering around her, making her look even more brave and fearless. Carl could clearly feel that the female warrior's momentum was much stronger than before. The power system in this world is truly speechless. Carl sighed inwardly, practicing one's professional code can make people stronger. And heroes like Sylvie, after being inspired by friendship, bonds and other factors, have become more resolute in their beliefs, which is truly a big BUFF. He was also helpless. These three people went up one after another, leaving him with no chance to use his ability to stop time to move them down one by one. The three did not attack rashly. Will saw that Sylvie walked up two steps steadily instead of retreating inexplicably like before, and the expression on his face was obviously relaxed. He lowered his voice and said, "The magic circle can resist the weird magic he just used." Chris nodded in understanding, clasped her hands together, and began to chant the spell with a focused expression. As she chanted the spell, a layer of holy light began to emerge from the outside of Sylvie's silver-white armor, flowing slowly like water, and eventually formed armor that completely wrapped Sylvie's entire body. Sylvie felt the changes in her body. She clenched the sword in her hand, looked directly at Karl, and said firmly: "I'm going to fight, defeat the enemy as usual, and then go drink to celebrate." "Sylvie." A rare trace of shyness flashed across Will Jianyi's face. He stared at Karl, with a tremor in his voice: “I like you.” Sylvie was slightly stunned, but there was not much surprise in her eyes, and her eyes were always on Karl, with a hint of tenderness in her eyes. He gripped the sword tighter in his hand: "I know, when this is over, we will get married." Chris has always been wary of Karl, with a charming smile on her lips: “Then let me host the wedding.” She said with a smile, but her eyes never left Carl: "But now you have to be careful, the evil dragon Carl, at least level seven." “Don’t worry.” Sylvie responded, her eyes firm and sharp, looking directly at Karl: “We will win.” "Your eyes have become firm, Sylvie." Karl waited until they finished speaking before he spoke slowly, his voice unique to the black dragon, deep and magnetic: "I'm glad to see that you have grown up." Sylvie clenched her fists tightly. Behind Karl's seemingly gentle words, she recalled the theory that Karl could be her father. She was broken again. “I want to experience your growth firsthand.” Carl said with regret: “It’s a pity to step on ants instead of killing them. This power is hard to master.” Sylvie's face darkened and anger flashed in her eyes.
She slowly walked out of the light blue magic shield, taking every step carefully, but her back was straight: "Then take a good look at the ants' rage." Carl smiled. "Why do you have this kind of childish magic that can resist my power?" As he spoke, he raised a finger and pointed his sharp nail at Chris who was silent beside him. The next second, the whole world was paused. The sound and space are all frozen at this moment. In still time. Carl sighed softly, stood up from the throne, and slowly walked towards the immobilized Sylvie. "Oh, it's so tiring to pretend." Karl whispered to himself, walked over to Sylvie, and stretched out his hand towards the blue barrier. The boundary of the magic shield seemed non-existent, and his fingers easily penetrated this seemingly indestructible defense. "It really didn't work." Carl murmured, without much surprise on his face. After many experiments and explorations, he has gradually figured out the rules and boundaries of his ability to stop time. This ability is limited to Japanese special films. In that kind of movie, the hero won't be stopped by weird things. He looked at Chris. This saint is like an exquisite sculpture in the still time and space. Her beauty is different from Sylvie's, which is the type that can amaze people at first sight. Karl walked up to Chris, gently lifted her chin with his fingers, and looked at her face carefully. Chris's long black hair was silky and smooth, forming a sharp contrast with her white nun's robe. Her face is as exquisite as a painting, and every detail has been carefully crafted, making it breathtakingly beautiful. This is not surprising. Even churches will choose something that looks good as their facade. "So beautiful." Carl exclaimed sincerely, and his eyes moved to Chris's figure, probably because she was wearing a loose nun's robe. Her figure was not outstanding. Although she was over meters tall, her chest was a bit flat. She did not have the big breasts that a traditional wet nurse should have. Carl stretched out his fingers, moving cautiously, fearing that his sharp claws would accidentally cut her nun's uniform. His plan was to operate without being visible from the outside. As the nun's uniform slipped off, Chris's white jade-like skin was completely revealed to Carl. Her skin was smooth and delicate, Karl’s fingers gently stroked it, and his fingertips felt the warm feeling coming from her skin: “It’s so moist.”
Chapter 4 I have gradually understood everything "So it's really flat." Carl's eyes were subtle, and then he let go of her hand. He did not untie Sister Chris's uniform. It’s not that he thinks wearing clothes would give him a more uniform feel. The nun's uniform that Chris was wearing was made into an exquisite work of art in order to highlight its holiness and purity. If he took it off. Although it was comfortable, it was almost impossible to put it back on exactly as it was, especially with the layered skirt and elaborate waist.