She Is Not a Witch Chapter 365: You and I are so similar

"It's decided, I want to switch to the angel sequence."

One night ten years ago, at the family dinner table, Maggie said this to her father and family. The younger siblings looked at the older sister curiously, waiting for her explanation.

As an outstanding graduate of Emenas, Maggie has always been the envy and admiration of several younger siblings, and she is not like an ordinary noble girl who follows the crowd, but is a rare and powerful extraordinary person in the family.

After the world changed, the world reshuffled the cards, and many people also embarked on the path of practicing Transcendent Sequences. Some geniuses will be faster than some seniors because of their past experience and the advantage of being young. Progress, and more adapt to this new era.

"Why don't you continue to practice the natural sequence?" The head of the family sitting at the top, that is, Maggie's father, asked.

He didn't object to such abrupt words from the beginning, but wanted to hear what this daughter thought.

"There are many natural sequence factions in the Eastern Realm, and there are many masters, and we have a close relationship with the elves, and we have many elf-related mysteries. It will be very advantageous to practice the natural sequence." The father continued talking.

"Yes, I know, so I used to choose this way."

Maggie nodded, she was a natural sequence genius when she was in school, and even fought against Xingliu at the Winter Festival Gala back then, even though she lost with honor.

"It's just that now, I suddenly discovered that what we lack is not that kind of power." Maggie slowly talked about her insights over the years.

After the change of heaven and earth, the empire experienced three years of turmoil, the change of imperial power, high-level changes, uprisings, disasters and famines, etc., until now, it has calmed down a little.

"Individual abilities are limited after all. A warrior with excellent sword skills is no match for ten farmers holding a pitchfork. The reason why human beings can defeat elves and become the overlord of the continent is not due to individual strength. "

"During these years, I have seen too much blind fear and panic, unrestrained tyranny, out-of-control animalism, and disorderly images." Maggie sighed and looked out the window at night. .

"Although I recovered a little bit of strength quickly, I couldn't protect a few people. I had to rely on the protection of my family and my status as a nobleman."

After speaking, she turned her gaze back, slowly cut the food on the plate, and then ate it in small bites.

"Actually, there is no shortage of outstanding geniuses in the Eastern Realm. I know quite a few of them, not to mention elves who are naturally talented."

"But everyone is still chasing their own goals and rarely unites. In such a wave of drastic changes, they can only protect themselves, let alone change the situation."

"I was also confused and pondered for a long time, until that day, when I walked into the only angel church in the city and looked at those people who were quietly queuing up under the angel statue and receiving food one by one, I suddenly realized The power of faith."

"Selfishness and humanity with no support and no foothold can not make everyone trust and firm, but the legendary angel has such reassuring power, selfless dedication, and kind treatment."

"I used to think that believing in gods or angels was a foolish thing, but now it seems that something has changed." She continued.

"The will of most people is actually very fragile. This is something that is difficult to change, and the power of cognition and knowledge, even if you know it, requires tempering and experience in order to be able to move forward."

"The gods may not exist, but I believe that such power is necessary, and people need a fulcrum to connect together."

"I want to see such a stable and coordinated scene, such a consistent and powerful force, so I choose to switch to the angel sequence."

"So that's how it is..." Maggie's father responded slowly. He looked at his daughter carefully. Although from his point of view, such an idea was ideal, he didn't want to interrupt it. .

Since my daughter has such an idea, why not give her some support? She has been so obedient since she was a child. Even stronger.

"Then you can follow your own ideas with peace of mind. Your father and family will always be your backing, and your younger brothers and sisters also believe in you."

"Thank you father." Maggie smiled happily, showing a smile that was about to cry.

Time has passed by, and time has passed in a blink of an eye, and she has also reached the point where she is today on the angel sequence. The sequence from the angel is so handy, and the hymn that she personally improved and composed is so close to her heart. Thoughts, Maggie also piously stepped on the road in her mind step by step.

Although the nobles in the eastern region have different wills and the soldiers are not firm, it doesn't matter. The meaning of her existence lies in this. She wants to forge this loose union into an iron-cast group.

The black nun's robes fluttered high in the air, the thin silver chains hanging from the waist kept colliding, the veil in front of the nose fell off in the strong wind, revealing the pair of blue eyes, in which the golden angel slowly rotated symbol, leaving pale golden trails of particles in the air.

As the black-clothed nun ascended to the sky, she slowly spread her hands and raised her head slightly. The clouds in the sky parted, and a ray of sunlight shone down on her forehead.

Brilliant golden light spots gathered, accompanied by the chant in her mouth, and gradually turned into clear symbols, engraved on the forehead, like three wings intersecting and converging, flowing golden and light blue light in front of the forehead.

Azure flames spread from the blade of the cross sword in her hand. When Maggie held the long sword attached to the flames of heaven, the wings woven by the magic power on the back also transformed into light blue flame wings, which were extremely wide.

She, who was originally a Sequence 7 who was almost perfect, actually obtained a greater advancement in this fierce battle, and now she has become a real Angel Sequence 8, almost the apex of a mortal, as evidenced by the symbols and marks on her forehead , symbolizing that its will and determination have overcome the test of chaos and approached the true strength.

It's just that she is not the only genius in this battle.

On the other side, Frocia was also standing in the air holding a sword. The armor on her body had already been broken, revealing the long skirt underneath, which was pure and flawless.

In these years, although she lived a life of seclusion, she did not give up her pursuit of spirituality and strength. To the huge division of the empire, and the hidden truth in life.

"How many evil deeds, in the name of holiness, so that beauty is no longer beauty at last, and people also fall into confusion, fall into the predicament of confusion, lose faith, lose hope, and lose the future."

"If you firmly believe that you are right, then I have reasons to let you see the so-called truth."

The wings woven with pure white magic power are dyed with golden flames, and the pupils of the eyes also reflect the mark of standard rotation. Together, so that there is an illusion of fate.

The flaming wings fluttered in the sky, and the battle between the two left sparks and broken flames in the sky from time to time. The magnificent scene was so shocking that the battlefield of hundreds of thousands of people below was also eclipsed.

Everyone is paying attention to this battle in the sky, praying that the one on their side can win.

A flash of sword light swept across again, and the two flaming long swords collided, stalemate each other.

Frocia stared at the figure similar to her in front of her. The crossed sword she held together exerted all her strength, trembling slightly, and pressed the blade to the opposite side with difficulty, while Maggie also flapped the pair of wide wings, The blade slowly pressed back to the center of the two.

Separated again, staggered and swung their blades again, the wings of both sides also had broken gaps, and this went on and on, and the battle continued to advance in the most difficult direction.

Both of them are not the kind of people who will be easily shaken, relying on words to defeat each other's beliefs is just a delusion, and they have passed that kind of innocent age, and they will not hold back at such a critical moment of life and death. The next competition can only rely on the strength of both sides and the will to persevere.

Just like the tough battle on the battlefield below, the two of them are also fighting hard with all their strength. Gradually, gradually, the wings of the two are no longer brilliant, and the blades in their hands are no longer burning with flames. It became full of gaps and almost shattered.

After staggering and slashing again, the broken blade finally broke, and at this last moment, the broken sword in Frocia's hand also slashed across Maggie's graceful neck, bringing out a stream of startled blood. Light.

The blue flame wings woven with magic power in the sky instantly dimmed and dissipated, and one of them also supported the falling figure.

Holding the body of the nun in black with both arms, Frocia slowly descended from the sky, while Maggie in her arms was pale. She looked at the gradually blurred sun in the sky and raised her hand tremblingly, as if She still wanted to say these things, but the wound on her neck had made her unable to speak.

Slowly, her hand hangs down feebly, and the flowing symbols in the pupils gradually dissipate, and there is no focus anymore.

Then, her breathing gradually stopped and her body cooled down.

The balance of the battle was broken at this moment, and the morale of the Landsworth family was greatly boosted. The soldiers marched forward with shouts and cheers, and the boiling sound was like sea waves.

"Frocia, the Silmarillion, all victory!"

"Frocia, the Silmarillion, all victory!"

"Frocia, the Silmarillion, all victory!"

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Under the turbulent shouting, the soldiers of the Eastern Border Alliance Army looked more and more desperate, lost their fighting spirit, and some people began to retreat and flee, and this trend was also spreading. After losing the core of the united people, the coalition forces that were originally scattered and scattered, the suppressed fear and timidity surged up in their hearts again. Many people panicked and began to think about things after the defeat, and the more they thought about such things, the more panicked they became. No more fighting spirit than before.

Stamped, broken up, chased, the situation on the battlefield was completely overturned, and the faces of the great nobles in the eastern region were pale, so they had to turn their horses around and fled in all directions.

A large number of flags and weapons were abandoned. When the collapse occurred, even the soldiers who wanted to continue to resist were affected, and lost their fighting spirit instantly. They followed their companions and fled. They crowded and trampled on each other, disregarding the fact that they were comrades-in-arms who shared life and death not long ago, and now they only hated each other for blocking their way of escape.

After losing their fighting spirit, their backbone, and their command, the unbearable side of the coalition forces was displayed to the fullest, and they were no longer as strong and fearless as before.

Frocia, who stood up again, witnessed everything on the battlefield, not too happy in her heart, but a little sad, as if it was not Maggie who fell under her, but another dead woman Own.

Both of them are the prostitutes of the great nobles of the Eastern Realm, and they have similar backgrounds and backgrounds. If the trajectory of fate changes slightly, their positions may be reversed today, and the same tragedy will be staged.

Frocia took a deep breath, calmed down the sadness that was surging in her heart, picked up the lance and flag thrown on the ground again, held them up high, gathered everyone's beliefs, and then rode forward.

We should do our best to reduce such tragedies from happening.

With the faith and will in her heart gathered together, she moved forward again, galloping in the strong wind.

In the third era, at the end of 1715, the eastern border rebelled. The front is rolling layer by layer.

Afterwards, Frothea, the hidden daughter of the Landsworth family, appeared on one side of the battlefield as the leader. , Beheading him on the spot, the morale of the coalition forces collapsed, they fled, trampled on countless casualties, and then they were defeated one after another.

In July of the following year, all the nobles in the eastern region surrendered and declared liberation, and there was no resistance to reform.

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New Rose Castle, Red Rose Palace.

The cyan stone pillars are wrapped with vines, and small pale white flowers are attached and open on them.

A few white-clothed guards stood outside the courtyard. They had the coat of arms of the Dryas wood on their chests. The large number of garrisons here had already evacuated, and the nobles who were full before were nowhere to be seen, and they seemed much quieter.

Two blond women walked slowly in the garden of the former palace, talking about the past and the present.

"Long time no see, Frocia."

Evelyn was wearing a long crimson dress, and she and Frocia walked between the gravel slabs, occasionally stopping to watch the various flowers blooming in the garden.

"Yes, it's been a long time." The last time the two met was the crown prince's wedding, Evelyn, the princess, wished the couple together with everyone.

Frocia was still wearing a long dress with white background and gold embroidery, and her appearance was the same as when she was in Titania. Time seemed to leave no trace on her body.

"Although I used to study in Emenas, I always said very little. Looking back now, I feel like I missed too much." Evelyn smiled and regretted when she thought of her proud self in the previous academy .

"Who would have expected so many things that happened later."

Frocia stopped in front of a swing, hesitated a little, and sat on it anyway.

"Hehe, indeed ~IndoMTL.com~ But Frocia is still so beautiful." Evelyn looked at the golden thread-like hair behind Frocia and said enviously, Then slowly push the swing.

The two slowly talked about the past, about the experiences of these years, until now.

"Now, I'm not the queen anymore, well, although I'm a little bit disappointed, I'm still happy overall, because I don't have to think about complicated politics and situations anymore, and I don't have to worry about my own safety and being controlled."

"I just hope that I can see sister Tesslin soon."

After playing around for a while, the two finally sat on the bench in the garden, watching the sunset in the distance, until the purple clouds filled the sky, becoming soft and beautiful.

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