Vol 2 Chapter 257 Drunk Life and Dream Death (End of Volume 2)

“Mother of Heaven?”

Hearing the voice from behind, Fran turned around.

She looked at Azik whose pale eyes were gradually dying out, and nodded.

“You are from ‘Dark Night’ now…” Looking at the long bone scythe whose end was submerged by the illusory river, Azik stood up on his knees, and the wings that had not been folded on his back rose again, already The thin and cold air condensed again.

Fran looked at the “Death Consul” who had an alert face and a bad look, and clicked his tongue.

“When did you cold-blooded creatures become so human?”

She looked at the gloomy, withdrawn Salinger, who smelled rotten and disgusting all over in her memory, and then glanced at Azik, whose eyes and humanity were obviously unbalanced, and couldn’t help sighing.

Is this really Salinger’s species?

“Klein Moretti is safe now, you don’t have to worry about him.” Fran put away the bone scythe, the infinite darkness instantly expanded, and the reassuring tranquility spread high into the sky.

She soothed all the creatures who survived the smog, pointed to the illusory river on the ground and said to Azik:

“You handle this yourself.”

After speaking, the “secret servant” quickly erased his figure.

Compared with Azik, there are more troubles waiting for her to deal with.

……

“Fall!”

The extremely evil scream devoured the body that Horamick had initially activated, and the delicate mechanical creation suddenly lost its metallic luster under the corrosion of the “Abyss”. fell into the sky.

Horamick, who was emitting steam behind him and using his power advantage to maneuver at high speed to evade the attack, watched all this calmly, disregarding the rotten traces that appeared on the body out of thin air, and manipulated the remaining two body gears to rotate, connecting to the sky. Several low-altitude steam cannons that were still in operation blasted out flames at the translucent figure, and the majestic spirituality left dazzling strips of light in the night sky.

Snake, who was wandering on the periphery of the battlefield, glanced at the eastern district where the iron-black smog was gradually fading in the distance, his face condensed, and a terrifying storm suddenly appeared all over his body, which was several times the sum of the previous attacks. The direction of the smile rushed over.

Boom! Boom!

The originally calm cloud group turned into a sea, buckled upside down under the sky, silver-white electro-optics pulsated frequently, wrapped in a huge amount of water vapor.

Immediately, lightning jumped and thunder exploded. The entire Backlund, including the brightly lit Queens District, was brought into a terrifying turquoise green like a precursor to the destruction of the world by this sudden lightning storm, and a dense forest of silver-white thorns fell from the sky.

“Jakes”, who had just used the “puppet” ability to escape Horamick’s full attack, watched all this, and Le almost lost his voice.

She felt a little pity for the “mystery scholar” who was fighting against her almost alone just now.

However, “Jakes” ignored the lightning that was about to destroy himself, and instead observed the blood sacrifice nodes below where the “devils” were still active.

She felt the number of blood sacrifices, and took the initiative to disintegrate the cracked container that had reached its carrying limit just before the thick silver and white swallowed her.

Boom!

Under the lightning storm, Ace Snake’s unstained dark blue robe’s silver eyes penetrated the obstruction. After determining the target of destruction, he breathed a slight sigh of relief. The huge thundercloud entrenched in the sky was also pushed by the hurricane and rushed towards In the East District, the rain poured down, clearing away the smog and the traces of those dead lives.

……

“The Church of Storms didn’t respond quickly, but who prevented the spread of the plague before?” Beside the civilians who died of illness, or the “devils” whose bodies were burned by black flames piled up into mountains, Lady Despair felt the biting bone blowing across the East District. Cold wind, not very beautiful mood.

Although she had basically digested the potion in her body by taking advantage of the “devil” raging, and the number of deaths in the Eastern District exceeded the original estimate of the sect, a sense of anxiety that didn’t know the source had been entangled ever since she caused the disaster herself. following her.

She hates this passive feeling.

Forget it, in short, the sect mission has been completed, and the next thing you need to do is take Triss… Ms. Despair turned her gaze to a full-length mirror in a nearby house, and her figure slowly blurred.

Her whereabouts are secret, and she has dealt with it beforehand. In addition, there are many big people walking in the East District. In a short period of time, the demigods of Backlund can’t take care of him at all.

By the time the other party has dealt with the smog and the “devil”, she will have long since left the city!

Just when Ms. Despair’s figure was thin and she was about to completely plunge into the mirror, the entire street where she was sitting was silently plunged into a thick darkness, and the connection between her body and the mirror was also interrupted.

A demigod of the night?

Madam Despair raised her brows, and countless transparent silk threads rose from under her feet, staggering all around. Looking at the outline outlined by the silk threads, a sharp and crystal ice spear suddenly condensed in her palm and threw it at the target.

Not caring about the trembling, Madam Despair rolled sideways with the help of recoil, and she was about to rush into the house, intending to use the mirror in the room to get rid of the shackles of the power of the night.

But as soon as she finished rolling and stood up, she found that she had lost control of her feet, and her body slanted, and she collapsed on the sewage and muddy ground.

Her feet were cut off by something!

boom!

The long sword of bone penetrated her delicate hands and inserted it into the ground. Madam Despair raised her head with difficulty, trying to see the attacker’s face.

Boom!

Thundercloud’s roar broke the gloomy fog, and the street was illuminated by a moment of silver.

In the majestic heavy rain, a lady with a beautiful face held a long sword of white bones with a dazed expression, and her hands were covered with rich blood red.

The Lady of Despair looked at the lady’s tranquil light purple eyes, and lost her vitality in the intense despair and fear.

……

“Pantiana is dead?”

Xia Lu Tamara Treville looked at the mark slowly dissipating in her hand, raised her eyebrows, and stepped into the spiritual world without hesitation.

The only one who can kill a “Witch of Despair” with a secret whereabouts in a short period of time is an angel, and it is the one with the protection of the gods or the stronger one.

If it is normal, as a container of “Mist of Uncertainty”, she may not be afraid of these trash fish who have not mastered the uniqueness, but considering that she has not recovered yet, so concession is the best choice.

In the spiritual world filled with various abstract symbols, lightning storms with distorted colors are still rampant.

The attack initiated by Ace Snake just now covered both the spiritual world and reality, which is one of the reasons why “Jakes” did not choose to escape, but took the initiative to commit suicide.

But facing the terrifying silver-white jungle, Xia Lu just glanced at it, and the body surface lit up with bright stars, and even the symbols in the surrounding spiritual world echoed it.

This is the roaming of the Planeswalker.

“Don’t you want to chat?”

The next moment, the starlight rising from Xia Lu’s body suddenly dimmed, and seven clear lights of different colors emerged from the void, locking the interaction between this spiritual world and reality.

She looked up and saw Edmund Yin Asong, whose exaggerated robe was covered with a gray layer, was looking down at her at the distorted symbol that originally contained abstract knowledge, with a restrained expression.

“Are you alone?” Xia Lu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled lightly.

She caressed the crumpled white robe, raised her palm calmly, and tucked her slightly messy hair behind her ears.

Seeing the “uncertain fog” looking calm, Edmund didn’t say anything, just took a step back silently, and bowed towards the figure formed by the gray fog gushing out from under his robe.

The strange spirit body covered by the cloak melted and deformed, and a soft and handsome face with obvious elf characteristics appeared faintly under the hood.

Looking at the “mystery” that came with the help of the clone, Xia Lu Tamara Treville’s smile froze.

……

The banquet in the main house of the villa was still going on. Audrey, who was talking with Hwin, looked at the sky that was alternately on and off in the distance, opened her mouth, and said an uneasy tone.

“Mr. Rambis, what happened in the East End?”

Her voice was erratic, like a dream, more like asking for answers from her heart than asking.

Angelweed glanced at the distance where the scale was less than one ten thousandth of the shock of the battle of the gods. The smile on his face did not diminish, and Pingdan replied:

“The ‘Witch’ unleashed the plague, and the ‘devils’ are hunting.”

“But now the demigods of the church are picking up the pieces.”

The “Witch” unleashed the plague, and the “Demon”?

Audrey opened her mouth in surprise, and for a while she forgot the etiquette that a noble should have.

During the conversation just now, she had actually noticed the strange light that flashed from time to time behind the clouds in the sky and the iron-black dense fog covering the entire Eastern District, but all the valuable psychological knowledge that Herwin Rambis had thrown out made her ignore it for the time being. Things that happen far away that have nothing to do with you.

Thinking about it now, it is impossible for me to turn a blind eye to such a vision, as if, as if…

Audrey looked at Hwen, with guard and questioning in her eyes.

“Very sharp.”

Angelweed did not explain, but admitted his interference with Audrey with actual actions.

She admired the torrential rain outside the window, listening to the sound of raindrops beating on the glass window, and said in a calm voice:

“It’s a nice seat, isn’t it?”

“The performance of the ‘audience’ turns our lives into a play in the theatre.”

“The further back the seats, the more we can see, not only everything that’s happening on stage, but also the other ‘audience’, every move of the other people present.”

“This may include the creators of the play, the planners, and the invisible actors.”

Angelweed patiently explained all this to the little girl beside him, using metaphors to analyze everything that happened in front of him.

She poured out some of the remaining black tea in the cup and sprinkled it on the table, swiped her fingers, and the light red liquid was divided into three parts in a form that violated the laws of physics.

“Sometimes outside the drama, we can really see the cause and effect of an event, understand the source of the various conflicts contained in it, and the meaning of the end of the final play.”

“The ‘audience’ is always the one on the outside, that’s the core of the acting.”

Audrey looked at the tea that reflected the light of the crystal lamp and closed her eyes.

For a time, she seemed to have forgotten that the angel sitting in front of her was an angel, and she expressed her own views, trying to refute Angelweed’s theory just now.

“However, if we are just sitting in the audience, why should we see the context of the story clearly?”

“Mr Rambis, I don’t fully agree with you that life should not be equated with drama, at least, at least…the people in life are real, and drama… ”

Angelweed interrupted Audrey’s words, still smiling.

“Audrey, do you know how many people died in the Eastern District just now?”

She looked at the noble lady who suddenly stood still like a statue, and continued:

“Look at the ‘Balance Palace’ in the distance, and look at the top MI9 executives in the party hall. Did they act because of the chaos in the Eastern District?”

“Why didn’t they act?”

The deep and mellow voice poked into the wobbly place in Audrey’s heart, and a playfulness flashed in Angelweed’s eyes, and the idea of ​​wanting to guide the little girl gradually rose.

Even if she does not use extraordinary abilities, her vast experience and superb ability to analyze the essence of events can shake the worldview of a minor noble lady.

Seeing Audrey, whose lips were constantly trembling and she wanted to say something, but couldn’t speak, she pointed to the east and guided Audrey’s eyes to the dilapidated and dark place that only existed in the easternmost part.

“Look, aside from the Eastern District, has Backlund been affected there?”

……

“Where are the strongholds affected?”

Under the hanging statue, Mr. A, with a somewhat feminine face, asked the figure kneeling under the statue.

“Master God, except for a stronghold near the church that was breached by the ‘devil’ attack, the other strongholds were basically unaffected.”

“We have taken nearly a thousand lambs from the ‘devil’…”

“A thousand?”

Mr. A frowned slightly, with obvious displeasure in his eyes.

“The servants of the Lord have used up all the resources at their disposal to build the church within a month, and UUkanshu www.uukanshu.com has only exchanged less than a thousand people?”

Feeling the shadows under his feet boiling with Mr. A’s anger, the figure hurriedly explained:

“We don’t have the ability to fight the ‘witch’ plague, and many of our compatriots guarding various strongholds have sacrificed their lives in the process of fighting the plague and ‘devil’…”

“I would like to repent to the Lord.”

“Confession?” The blood red rolling in Mr. A’s eyes flashed a fierce light, and the boiling shadow suddenly covered the figure in front of him. The huge grip pressure made the man groan a few times despite trying his best to endure it. came out.

Just when the giant hand of shadow was about to crush the loser, Mr. A remembered the oracle of the Lord not long ago, and the boiling shadow also calmed down.

Looking at the subordinate who fell to the ground and his body twitched, he turned to face the hanging statue behind him, humbly crawls on the ground, and turned his ears to hear the holy sound coming from the darkness.

Crazy roars and ravings that can peel people to the bone instantly hit him. He was connected to the ubiquitous shadows. He saw the people huddled in the underground church hugging and comforting each other, and the people on the ground who died in despair and unwillingness. The tragic corpses felt their belated cry for the injustice of the status quo until they died.

This strong negative emotion climbed up Mr. A’s body along the shadows. For a time, he seemed to bear the filth and negativity of all beings, just like his master.

Although the intense pain stabbed him to bleed from his nose and mouth, Mr. A still had that inviolable piety on his face, and he kept mumbling in the most humble tone.

“Forgive us, great Lord.”

“Forgive our incompetence and ignorance, forgive these homeless traitors, and put them back into your arms.”

“Please forgive us, the only creator in the world.”