She Is Not a Witch Chapter 196: Final Angel·Lorrain Hill
Mozwa
A damp, cold wind blows from the gloomy sky. It is clearly noon, but it seems like dusk is approaching. Cross lightsabers rose from the ground one by one, clearing the twisted phantoms around them, and then just like a grating to isolate and block those twisted phantoms that tried to jump out.
Thousands of angels battled the twisting phantoms that swarmed in the air. In the wilderness below, a square formation of soldiers was receiving the blessing and protection of the priests. The hazy halo is attached to the body, which can temporarily isolate the influence of the chaotic phantom on the individual. This is also the skill and spell invented in the great war thousands of years ago.
They stood in battle, with their long spear points pointing to the sky, watching the phantoms and crazy creatures coming from the wilderness.
In the face of these irrational existences, there is no need for too complicated tactics or traps, because these chaotic phantoms will instinctively gather in crowded places and attack the souls that are like campfires.
Like a moth longing for flames, it will either swallow the flames, become more powerful, and be burned out by the flames.
A long spear was placed in front of the shield, and then the holy rain fell from this, landing on the cold and sharp blade of the gun, with a purifying effect.
Although the angel sequence is not strong in combat against other transcendental sequences, its various additional abilities have a great help in destroying the chaotic phantom. This seems to be the mission of the transcendental sequence.
Songs of blessings rang out among the soldiers, soothing the innermost nervousness that was gradually affected by the phantom.
Then, just after everyone was ready, the distorted phantom spreading in the wilderness rushed against the ground, like seeing the most delicious food, or the pure soul body that instinctively crave.
On the ground, the front line emitting a faint golden light is like a dam, surrounding Mozwa, preventing the black gloom from expanding outward. Compared with the endless swarming Kuroshio, such a dam is extremely thin, but it is exceptionally tough, which makes people feel a shock of confrontation between huge and small.
Sighing in the middle of the mountain range, Chrissy and Si Ye are standing on top of the mountain, overlooking the huge abyss below. The frantic air current blows on the body, the hair and skirt are shaking rapidly, and even the voice of speaking is also pulled by the wind. Some deformation.
"It's too bad, there must be their spies in the sage society. The seal has been destroyed so thoroughly." Chris looked down sadly, and then beams of mercury light spread around the whirlpool, forming smooth ones. Incomparable mirror surface.
These mirrors are like endless corridors of time and space. Any phantom that passes through them will immediately appear on the other side, confining these surging phantoms within them.
"Now we can only do our best to save it, and hope to defeat this twisted thing from the past as it was a thousand years ago." Si Ye sighed and opened the book, thousands of white flames flew out of it, and then weaved As a network spanning thousands of meters, it slowly descends, wrapping the vortex below.
"Let’s hold on for a few more days. Serves and other sages are building a new seal above, and the situation will slowly get better by then." Si Ye rarely comforted Chris, even though she watched Young, but a lot more tenacious.
"Oh, I see, Si Ye. I just don’t know how long I can hold on. Unlike you, I’m not good at fighting protracted battles." Chris took out a small rotating prism from her arms. Various colors are reflected in it.
"I didn't expect the props I made in the second era, and when it appeared again, now I count on it to save me a little bit of power, otherwise I am afraid that I will fall asleep in a few days."
As this pendant-like prism appeared, it also began to rotate automatically, and the mirror surface below also reflected the brilliance of various colors, which seemed to become more transparent.
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As the sky gets darker, a long and difficult night comes.
Crancia, Dark Abyss County.
The fortress that used to stand near the whirlpool is a mess. On the towers and high towers, there are dead bodies everywhere, and the figure mad in the erosion of the chaos, they let out a desolate wailing, running in the dark The wilderness, chasing all the living creatures that may be encountered.
The once tall and magnificent church is now quietly silent. A judge dressed in black fell on the aisle and corridor. Most of his robes were empty, only the burnt ashes.
In the central hall, an angel with incomplete wings is leaning against the cold wall. Now there are only three of the four white wings left. Among them, there are also many blackened and corroded parts, forming rotten hollows. The long hair that once looked like a red glow is now dim, covered in a faint gray, and it seems to dissipate at any time.
A faint flame rose, burning off a phantom wandering in the church, and the arm slowly dropped, falling weakly among the stones and ruins.
Zhu Ya looked at the dome of the church, the picture depicting the past, and many memories flowed in her heart, and she was finally frozen in a certain afternoon when she was a child.
At the time, she was on the back mountain of her hometown, looking through the beautifully drawn atlas in her hands. The existences with wings were so beautiful and fascinating.
Perhaps at that time, she gradually developed the idea of being close to these existences, then joined the church, became a pastor, was promoted to a priest, and now she has become the basis for the arrival of angels.
When you reap a shocking beauty, you will also reap the same amount of sadness.
Perhaps because of sorrow, that beauty has become irreplaceable and will be nostalgic forever. When his life was about to reach the end, the young chief priest thought so, and then slowly closed his eyes.
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Mozwa
The gray Kuroshio has accumulated in layers and is overwhelming. They gradually dissipate and swallow the existence that exudes flames. The exhausted and exhausted warriors can only step back step by step, and slowly move closer, making the final battle between the trapped beasts in this endless wave.
The angels who had been parading in the sky gradually disappeared, and the white flames were gradually annihilated by the black tide.
Since the last chaos plague, the darling of these lights has become increasingly rare, and now it is even more difficult to support a single tree. Many seriously injured angels have to return to the heavens to enter a long or permanent dormancy.
A round of golden crescent moon slowly shuttles through the dark clouds, shed some light on the dark ground, supporting those who are still fighting.
The current Pope Benez slowly sat down weakly, and she looked down at the huge mouth that did not break under the mountain ahead, with compassion and sorrow slowly rising in her eyes.
"How long and how long will this disaster last? Can we still see the last hope come...cough cough." She coughed up black blood weakly.
"Perhaps I am the pope with the shortest reign. It's really ugly, Beines." She laughed mockingly, then struggled to stand up, and with the support of several priests on the side, walked to the front again.
The night slowly entered the darkest moment. After receiving news from all parties, the many Sequence 9 transcendents of the Sage Association gradually gave up hope and began to prepare some back-hands instead. When the vortex was already unable to block up quickly, they could only hope that they had been engaged in a painful tug-of-war for decades as they did last time.
As if it was always dark and dark underground, the silver-haired girl was still sitting on her knees, her transparent blue eyes gleaming dots of light, watching the eternally repeating and eternal message flashing past. .
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[Connection failed...]
[According to the 3192th order of the Second Human Survival Committee, any unit will not be allowed to connect to the Ixa network again. ]
[Connection failed...]
[According to the 3192th order of the Second Human Survival Committee, any unit will not be allowed to connect to the Ixa network again. ]
[Connection failed...]
[According to the 3192th order of the Second Human Survival Committee, any unit will not be allowed to connect to the Ixa network again. ]
[Connection failed...]
[According to the 3192th order of the Second Human Survival Committee, any unit will not be allowed to connect to the Ixa network again. ]
....
It seems like a never-ending cycle. No matter what method Lorrain Hill takes to activate this sun fragment, there is no response, and even if it asks for the connection to the Ixa network, there will never be an effective response. It seems that ancient The extraordinary network has long been broken, and the throne of gods on it has not ended.
Finally, the exhausted girl fell into the mud, and the barrier beside her dimmed and disappeared, and countless phantoms swarmed up to the original pure existence.
Lorraine Hill only felt all kinds of illusions coming, and his consciousness gradually blurred. It was like sinking into the deep sea, without seeing any light.
One by one broken images appeared in my mind, and they were flashing away. Some of them were ordinary, some were ugly, and some were beautiful. They seemed to be slices of countless lives. Those fresh faces existed in the past. trace.
They are running on their own paths of life, some laughing, some crying, some anger, some panic, these messy to the extreme memory fragments, like the crushing of countless drawing scissors, and then mixed together. , Leaving only the shapeless colorful debris.
If beauty is a symmetrical, regular, and pleasing existence, then these fragments are asymmetrical, completely irregular, extremely disordered, and distorted ugliness.
He will not provide you with anything of value, nor can he show any specific emotions. He is always broken, trivial, repetitive, boring, irritating and disgusting.
These debris slowly infiltrated Lorrain Hill's soul like fine sand, and then began to dismember the connection, trying to make it into a broken existence like himself.
But this kind of behavior has encountered some troubles. Although these "grains" try to destroy the integrity of its soul body and make it broken, but unlike all soul bodies, this special soul body does not seem to There are so-called connection points.
It is as transparent as cloud air from beginning to end. Even if it is separated, it will reclose itself. It does not need the so-called connection point, or it is the connection point itself. When these sand particles flow through, they gather again and recover as before.
In this way, the sand particles shuttled back and forth in the clear water, time after time, time after time. Until it gradually loses vitality, it slowly settles down in clear water, and accumulates into different colors according to different properties.
And in this chaos, the world began to appear distinct and different colors. Although this is the most elementary color, it is just a pile of fragments of similar colors, but this sorting out has also become the cornerstone of everything that follows.
I don't know how long it has passed, as if several years, and as if only a few hours, Lorrain Hill woke up again.
She sits up slowly, there are still a lot of dirt and dirt on her calves and knees, but now she feels refreshed.
She stared at her hands blankly, and a little light rose from the palm of her hand. It was the pure light sand washed by the chaotic phantom, bringing strands of magic or power.
Although this power is weak to one billionth of a billion, and even expanded thousands of times can not evoke a breeze shaking the candle, but it is still true and innocent power.
[Connect all hearts and transcendents, extract the purest prayer among them, and weave them into a crown of gods]
Until this moment, Lorraine Hill really understood how the miracle of the Throne of God was achieved. And this finally opened the door to everything.
She raised her head clearly and looked at the dim sky above her head, and a pair of brand-new wings began to stretch out on the back behind her.
It is not the magic of the angel sequence, nor the composition of any extraordinary sequence, it seems to be the purest and most transparent existence, extremely thin, and extremely dreamy.
The transparent wings reflect the faint brilliance and slowly extend, and then open. With a gentle wave, any chaotic phantom that approaches is filtered in the wings and turned into a faint seven-color light sand, quietly spilling.
The silver-haired girl no longer feared the distorted phantom that filled the sky, slowly rising from the dirt and pitch black, flapping her wings, leaving a trail like the star sands of the Ganges River.
As the magic in the body gradually filled, the second pair of wings also quietly spread out, extending into this endless darkness.
And she is like the most beautiful light in the world, attracting those swimming phantoms.
In the night, a flamboyant figure rises from the dark ground, flapping its lustrous and transparent wings, and slowly rises into the air with a trajectory like a glowing sun. At this time, the third pair of wings finally spread out slowly.
As if a certain signal sounded, when the third pair of wings shined, everything began to turn to some kind of qualitative change.
The wings extend hundreds of meters from the back, and the transparent feathers are like electric circuits, flowing with seven-color silk patterns. And its end even stretches into an unreachable void.
The sky slowly brightened, and the light and wind of the morning light began to shine on the earth again. The desperate people on the earth looked up at the figure in the morning light, even though there was still an endless wave of black in front of them, the beautiful figure seemed to bring Give people endless hope and courage, so that they gradually wake up from sinking.
Lorraine Hill slowly floats in the sky, and the three pairs of wings behind him extend into the endless void, where it seems to be connected to the origin of the world, or a deeper existence.
She closed her eyes slightly, and the mechanical voice of the system finally changed.
[Remaining Sun Throne node found... Attempting to repair] A gleam of light flashed through the transparent wings.
[Waiting 2%...8%...19%...39%...84%...100%]
[Repair is complete, reconnect with the Sun Throne]
[Applicant qualification check starts]
[Identity code is found to be abnormal, and the retrospective review mechanism is started]
[Traceability project one, review completed]
[Traceability project two, review completed]
[Traceability project three, review completed]
...
[Complete review, resubmit application qualifications]
[Angel Prototype·Lorlandhill, qualification check begins]
[Complete verification, pass completely, start empowerment. ]
[Waiting...]
[Starting fugue, searching for suitable prefix...]
[Currently available power titles are: original, wind, courteous, pure, supreme, and Zhengyan...]
Many symbols of power appeared in Lorrain Hill’s eyes one by one, and just before she had time to take a closer look, these symbols suddenly disappeared.
[The system self-check is completed, because the current number of candidates for the Sun Crown is ≤1, a special mechanism is activated, directly designated to assign names, and have all rights to unlock the ability, it will be finalized. ]
[Welcome back, the last angel of the end, Lorrain Hill. After this fugue, the Sun Throne will hand over all permissions, and the granting of all rules and powers will be restarted again. ]
[All members of the Survival Committee salute you, long live mankind! ]
As if the newly born sun descended on the world, layers of crowns descended from the sky and were applied to the body.
The mighty circle breaks through all the atmosphere and obstacles, and the pure and extreme blue-purple sky unfolds in the sky.
And that tiny figure was protected by gold flame wings after another, seemingly slow, but actually breaking through the atmosphere like light, step by step ascending to the top of the sky.
One door after another appeared from the sky, thousands of golden doors opened in the air.
One after another angels awakened from their deep sleep, and thousands of sacred angels flew in the light.
The white wings are covered with a layer of golden flame~IndoMTL.com~Following the ethereal and supreme existence in the center, spiraling upwards, forming a vast sky tower
Here, the sacred hymn sounded, nearly one hundred thousand transcendental sequence 9 and above archangels sang in unison. That sacred movement was recorded in the ninth symphony, the fourth movement in the past.
From the outer side of the planet, a gorgeous crown that is larger and shining than the moon gradually formed. It seems to be made of the most beautiful gold thread in the world, layered on top of each other, and extremely beautiful.
At the same time, the mighty ripples slowly spread, spreading into the vast sea of stars, and the entire star system began to enter a stable moment of shining brilliance.
At the same time, all the transcendents in the world began to lose their power, and all the manas were directly transformed into pure solar power in the void, filling and controlling every corner of the world.
The crown of the sun, representing eternity and absoluteness, rises at this moment.
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