She Is Not a Witch Chapter 228: The Wind of Tracing the Light
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Lorland Hill raised the skirt and climbed up the steps. The steps in front of the church were not long, but not short. There were 12 steps. On the steps stood chorus students. They were uniformly dressed in white priest robes, neat and dignified. The arrangement of, there is a trapezoidal space in the middle. In the center of the empty steps is the elegant and magnificent door of the church, with patterns of angels, sun, moon, and stars on it.
When the silver-haired and black-veiled girl stepped up the steps, a different feeling from the past rose from her heart. It seemed that her body was lighter and her mind clearer. After each step, this feeling deepens a little. After walking the short twelve steps, it seems to have gone through a long time, with a sense of separation from the earth.
When she turned her head and looked behind her, the people who followed the convoy were still standing there, no more than a few tens of meters apart, but it felt like a long river of time, a little ethereal and distant.
On this highly anticipated occasion, Lorrain Hill was not good to stop suddenly to find out, but slowly walked into the interior of the church.
In the tall church hall, there is no one at this moment, and it is very quiet. After entering here, it seems to be in another world, far away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world. At this moment, the wide church was enveloped by a bright and soft light, but Lorrain Hill did not see the light source that it should have. There are indeed some candlesticks in the hall, but the white and bright light is not from a small candle.
After a little observation, she discovered that these light sources were actually the countless tiny particles in the air, because they were too small and covered in the entire hall, which made it hard to notice.
Now the interior of the church is surrounded by these soft light particles, which makes Lorrain Hill feel very comfortable, but these light particles also form a similar field effect, and there is no other sequence of magic or magic in the environment. Na.
If you cast the skills or spells of the angel sequence here, it is estimated that the effect will be greatly enhanced, the girl thought. But what she didn't notice was that a pale golden symbol on her forehead also appeared from time to time. It was a symbol similar to the sun, and the sun's rays were like wings, gently unfolding.
Just when she was puzzled that no one in the church came to answer and tell her how the activity should go on, a door on the side opened, and Ingrid, wearing a white and silver knight armor, walked in. She Holding a winged scepter with both hands horizontally, the whole is white, with decorative wings that fade from light green to pure white on the top, with golden branches and leaves in the middle, with a hazy halo around the body.
[Light Tracing Wind] (Evaluation: Rare Crystal Grade): A rare tool with extraordinary characteristics, which can greatly increase wind and light-related skills, and form a special field, suppressing the magic of other sequences in the field内施展。 Within the show.
When Ingrid saw Lorrain Hill, a hint of surprise and surprise flashed in her eyes, and then she bowed her head slightly and offered the scepter in her hand.
"This is?" The girl didn't take it rashly, but asked slightly curiously.
"This is a prop to be used in the event ceremony. You can hold Rocher." Ingrid said.
Although not aware of Ingrid’s malice, Lorrain Hill is not stupid. How can there be such a valuable event item? The evaluation of the crystal rank is equivalent to that of Sequence 8, except for the'sacred artifact' with special powers. Such a creation can be said to be the culmination of the human world.
"This is too expensive," she said softly, putting her hands on her side, and didn't accept it.
"This is more troublesome to explain, but this is indeed a prop for the event. I am not lying. If Rocher thinks it is too expensive, it will be fine to come back later." In order for the girl to accept, Yingge Li also tried her best to explain.
"All right then."
It's not a time to struggle too much, everyone outside is still waiting. Lorrain Hill accepted the staff, and when he held the staff, a comfortable feeling came along, as if the body was stretched out, something enclosed was exposed, breathing fresh air. . This gave the girl the illusion that one of her talents has become more powerful. If she was the one who called the wind before, he is now the one who controls the wind.
This staff is not simple, perhaps it is far more than a crystal-level evaluation, as the girl thought of it. Then under the leadership of Ingrid, she slowly walked out of the church, and the light particles in the church before slowly dissipated, and everything returned to its usual appearance.
When she walked out of the church again, she faced a grand and silent crowd, students in black and white robes, the living and the dead, candles and flames, forming like an ocean in front of the church View. These countless crowds and eyes together looked at the silver-haired and black girl who walked out of the church, and looked at her figure holding a scepter, like an angel descending from the world.
"Please say'I forgive'." Ingrid reminded him, standing beside Rocheer.
The girl said softly: "I forgive."
The wind of light that pacified the college rose. It is so delicate that it can penetrate the walls and body to soothe the fragile and endangered soul. As the wind of light blows, everyone's hearts follow. As soon as it loosened, the consciousness became clearer and calmer, and the slight scars in the soul body before gradually healed. A kind of coolness from the heart spreads throughout the body and mind, which makes people happy.
So the cheers of the mountains and the tsunami sounded, no matter who it was, they sighed for the miracles and unexpected joys that came from the sky.
In the crowd below, Cesina gently changed her hat to her face, leaning against the side door of the carriage, and a smile of relief appeared at the corner of her mouth.
I did not read it wrong as expected.
After seeing this vast ceremony, Elro did not flock to the central church with everyone, but whistled and left slowly according to the package under his robe.
"Old man, you really didn't read it wrong." On the way home, the young man returning from the river whispered to the ancient soul in the bottle.
"That girl, really is the reincarnation of an angel."
"Oh, you didn't believe it before, you can't refute it now." An urn sound was heard from the package.
"The pastors of that group of churches are really willing to spend such a large cost to set up the'Angel Advent' ceremony~IndoMTL.com~Although it is only a semi-finished product, it can't really let the angels come, but it is also a short-term communication. Heaven, confirmed a few things."
"I guess they didn't think that there are still people outside of the world who recognize this ancient ritual, haha, let me just mix and observe it." The ancient ghost in the package seemed to be a little proud, and continued to show off.
"This girl is not an artificially pure soul body of the late dynasty, but is born like this. In addition, the heavens seem to recognize her existence and can confirm that she has a deep relationship with angels."
Ello asked in a low voice: "Old man, didn't you say that the three seraphs at the beginning were no longer good? One fell, one turned into a statue, and the other returned to the heavens. How come there are still images? She exists like this."
"Furthermore, she is not like those rigid low-level angels. The angels with such a high personality and wisdom have no records. This is very strange."
"You kid, take it for granted. The world is so magnificent. Not all people and things have been recorded. Besides, why are you sure that there are only three Seraphs." The soul in the bottle said faintly.