Chapter 196: The Angel of the End, Lorraine Hill
Mozwa
A damp and cold wind blows from the dark sky. It is obviously noon, but it seems as if dusk is approaching. One by one, the crossed lightsabers rose from the ground, swept away the twisted phantoms around them, and then acted like a grating, blocking those twisted phantoms that were trying to jump out.
Thousands of angels fought against the swarming distorted phantoms in the air. In the wilderness below, a phalanx 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 skills and spells invented in the war thousands of years ago.
They waited in full force, their long spears pointed at the sky, watching the phantoms and crazy creatures attacking from the wilderness.
In the face of these irrational existences, there is no need for too complicated strategies or traps, because these chaotic phantoms will instinctively gather in crowded places and attack the souls that gather like a bonfire.
Like a moth that longs for flames, it will either devour flames and become more and more powerful.
A long spear was placed in front of the shield, and then the holy rain fell from it, falling on the glamorous and sharp spear blade, with the effect of purification.
Although the angel sequence is not strong in the face of other extraordinary sequences, its various additional abilities are of great help in destroying the phantom of chaos, which seems to be the mission of the birth of the extraordinary sequence.
Song after song of praise rang out among the soldiers, comforting the gradually nervous heart that was affected by the phantom.
Then, just after everyone was ready, the twisted phantoms that spread on the wilderness also rushed towards the ground, such as seeing the most delicious food, or the pure soul body that instinctively craved.
On the ground, a front line exuding a faint golden light was like a dam, surrounding Mozwa, preventing the black darkness gushing out of it from expanding outward. Compared with the endless swarming black tide, such a dam is extremely thin, but it is extraordinarily tough, which makes people feel a shock of the huge and the small confronting each other.
In the center of the Sigh Mountains, Chris and Si Ye stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the huge abyss below. The frantic airflow was blowing over the body, the hair and skirt swayed rapidly, and even the voice of the voice was distorted by the wind. .
"Too bad, there must be their spies among the sages, and the seal has been destroyed so thoroughly." Chris looked down sadly, and then the mercury rays spread around the vortex, forming a smooth mirror surface. .
These mirrors are like endless time and space corridors, and any phantoms that pass through them will immediately appear on the other side, confining these rushing phantoms within them.
"Now we can only try our best to save it. We hope to be able to defeat this twisted thing from the past again as we did a thousand years ago." Si Ye sighed and opened the book. Thousands of white flames flew out of it, and then weaved into a horizontal pattern. Across the network of thousands of meters, it slowly descends, wrapping the vortex below.
"Let's hold on for a few more days, Servis is building a new seal with other sages above, and the situation will slowly get better." Si Ye rarely comforted Chris, although she looked young, But the mind is much tougher.
"Oh, I see, Si Ye. I just don't know how long I can hold on. I'm not like you, and I'm not good at fighting protracted battles." Chris took out a small rotating prism from her bosom, which reflected in the firelight. various colors.
"I didn't expect the props I made in the second era, and when they appeared again, I now count on them to save me some power usage, otherwise I'm afraid I will fall asleep in a few days."
With the appearance of this pendant-like prism, it also began to rotate automatically, and various colors of brilliance were also reflected in the mirror below, which seemed to become more transparent.
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As the sky darkened, the long and hard night came.
Clancia, Dark Abyss County.
The fortress that used to stand near the vortex is now a mess. The towers and towers are full of dead corpses, and the figure who is mad in the erosion of chaos. All living things that might come across.
The once tall and splendid church is now silent. Judges dressed in black lie down in the aisles and corridors. Most of their robes are empty, only the remains of burnt ashes.
In the central hall, an angel with broken wings was leaning against the cold wall. There were only three of the four white wings left, and there were also many blackened and corroded parts, forming rotten holes. The long hair that used to be like a red glow is now dull, covered with a light gray, and it seems that it will dissipate at any time.
A faint flame rose, burning down a phantom wandering in the church, the arm slowly drooped, and fell weakly among the stones and ruins.
Zhu Ya looked at the dome of the church, the picture depicting the past, many memories flowed in her heart, and finally it was fixed in the afternoon of a certain childhood.
At that time, she was on the mountain behind her hometown, looking at the picture book with exquisite drawings in her hand. The existences with wings were so beautiful and desirable.
Perhaps at that time, she gradually developed the idea of getting close to these beings, and then joined the church, became a pastor, was promoted to a priest, and has now become the basis for angels to come.
When you reap a shocking beauty, you also reap an equal weight of sadness.
Perhaps it is precisely because of sadness that that beauty has become an irreplaceable and eternally nostalgic existence. As his life drew to a close, the young high priest thought so, and slowly closed his eyes.
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Mozwa
The dark black tide is accumulating layer by layer, and it has become unstoppable
, they gradually disperse and devour those radiating beings. The exhausted and exhausted warriors can only step back, slowly approaching, and do the final battle of trapped beasts in this endless wave.
The angel who was cruising in the sky gradually dissipated, and the white flame was gradually wiped out by the Kuroshio.
Since the last Chaos Calamity, the number of these Beloveds of Light has become increasingly rare, and now it is even more difficult to support, and many severely injured angels have to return to the heavens to enter a long or permanent dormancy.
A golden crescent moon slowly shuttled through the dark clouds, shedding a little brilliance on the dark earth, supporting those who were still fighting.
The current Pope Benez sat down weakly and slowly. She looked down at the unbroken huge mouth at the foot of the mountain in front of her, and compassion and sadness slowly rose in her eyes.
"How long will this disaster last? Can we still see the last hope... cough cough." She coughed out black blood weakly.
"Maybe I'm the shortest Pope in power. It's really ugly, Benes." She laughed at herself, then struggled to stand up, and with the support of a few priests on the side, she 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 Society gradually gave up hope and began to prepare some back-ups. When the vortex was unable to block quickly, they could only hope for a decades-long painful tug of war like last time.
It was as if it were forever dark and pitch-black underground, and the silver-haired girl was still kneeling on the ground, her blue eyes glowing with stars, staring at the ever-repeating, never-ending information flashing in front of her.
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[Connection failed...]
[According to the 3192nd Order of the Second Human Survival Council, no unit will be allowed to reconnect to the Ajaka network. ]
[Connection failed...]
[According to the 3192nd Order of the Second Human Survival Council, no unit will be allowed to reconnect to the Ajaka network. ]
[Connection failed...]
[According to the 3192nd Order of the Second Human Survival Council, no unit will be allowed to reconnect to the Ajaka network. ]
[Connection failed...]
[According to the 3192nd Order of the Second Human Survival Council, no unit will be allowed to reconnect to the Ajaka network. ]
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It seems like an endless cycle. No matter how Loren Hill activates the sun fragment, there is no response, and even if he requests to connect to the Aijika network, he will never get an effective response. It seems that the ancient and extraordinary network It has long since been broken, and the throne of the gods on it has never ended.
Finally, the exhausted girl fell into the mud, the barrier beside her also faded away, and countless phantoms swarmed up to the original pure existence.
Roland Hill only felt all kinds of visions coming, and his consciousness gradually blurred. It was like sinking into the deep sea, without seeing any light.
One after another, broken images appeared in my mind, and they flashed away. Some of them were ordinary, some were ugly, and some were beautiful.
They are running on their own paths of life, some laughing, some crying, some angry, some panic. These messy fragments of memory are like smashing countless drawings and clippings, and then they are mixed together. Only Formless colorful debris.
If beauty is some kind of symmetry, regularity, and pleasing existence, then these crumbs are asymmetrical, completely irregular, extremely disordered and twisted ugly.
He doesn't offer you anything of value, he doesn't show any specific emotion, it's always broken, trivial, repetitive, boring, annoying, and disgusting.
These debris slowly seeped into Roland 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 'sand' 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 exist in the so-called so-called Junction.
From beginning to end, it is as transparent as cloudy air. Even if it is separated, it will rejoin itself. It does not need the so-called connection point, or it is itself a connection point.
In this way, the sand is constantly shuttled back and forth in the clear water, again and again, again and again. Until it gradually loses its vitality, it slowly settles down in the clear water, and accumulates into different colors according to different properties.
And in this clutter, the world begins to show distinct colors. Although this is the most basic color, it is just a pile of fragments of similar colors, but this kind of clarification has also become the cornerstone of everything that follows.
I don't know how long it took, it seemed like years, and it seemed like it was only a few hours, Roland Hill woke up again.
She sat up slowly, her calf and knee still had a lot of stains and mud, but at this moment she felt a little more refreshed.
She stared blankly at her hands, and a tiny ray of light rose in the palms of her hands. It was the pure light sand washed by the chaotic phantom, bringing traces of magic or power.
Although such power is weak to one in a billion, and even thousands of times cannot evoke a breeze of shaking candles, it is still a real power.
[Connect all souls and transcendence, extract the purest prayers, and weave them into the crown of the gods]
Until this moment, Roland Hill really understood God
How the miracle of the Throne was achieved. And that finally opened the door to everything.
She raised her head consciously, looking at the dim sky above her head, and a pair of brand-new wings began to extend from her back.
It is not the magic power of the angel sequence, nor the composition of any extraordinary sequence. It seems to be the most pure and transparent existence, extremely thin and dreamy.
The transparent wings reflected a faint brilliance and slowly extended, and then opened, and they waved gently, any chaotic phantoms that approached were filtered in the wings, turned into a touch of seven-color light sand, and quietly sprinkled.
The silver-haired girl is no longer afraid of the twisted phantom that fills the sky, slowly rising from the filth and darkness, her wings flapping, leaving a trail like the Ganges star sand.
As the magic power in the body gradually filled, the second pair of wings also quietly unfolded, extending into the endless darkness.
And she is like the most beautiful light in the world, attracting those phantoms that swim.
In the darkness of the night, a graceful figure rose from the pitch-black ground, flapping its radiant and transparent wings, carrying a trail like the rays of the sun, and slowly rising into the air. At this time, the third pair of wings finally unfolded slowly.
As if a certain signal sounded, when the third pair of wings flashed, everything began to turn to some kind of qualitative change.
The wings extend hundreds of meters from the back, and the pieces of transparent feathers are like electrical circuits, flowing with seven-color silk patterns. And its end even stretched out into some unreachable void.
The sky is slowly getting brighter, and the light and wind of the morning light begins to shine on the earth again. The desperate people on the earth look up at the figure in the morning light. Even though there is still an endless black wave in front of them, the beautiful figure seems to bring people endlessly. of hope and courage, so that they gradually wake up from the sinking.
Loren Hill slowly floated in the sky, and the three pairs of wings behind him extended into the endless void, which seemed to be connected to the origin of the world, or a deeper existence.
She closed her eyes slightly, and the mechanical sound of the system finally changed.
[Found the remaining Sun Throne node...trying to repair] A little light flashed in the transparent wings.
[Waiting 2%...8%...19%...39%...84%...100%]
[The repair is completed, re-docking with the Sun Throne]
[Applicant Eligibility Check Begins]
[Identification code abnormality is found, and the retrospective audit mechanism is started]
[Trace project one, the review is completed]
[Trace project 2, audit completed]
[Traceability project 3, audit completed]
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[After the review is completed, resubmit the application qualifications]
[Angel Archetype Loren Hill, qualification check begins]
[Verified, fully approved, empowerment begins. ]
[Waiting...]
[Starting fugue, searching for suitable prefixes...]
[Currently available power titles are: Primordial, Wind, Modesty, Pure, Supreme, Zhengyan....]
Many symbols symbolizing power appeared in Roland Hill's eyes one by one, but before she could take a closer look, these symbols suddenly disappeared.
[The system self-check is completed. Since the current number of candidates for the Sun Crown is less than or equal to 1, a special mechanism is activated to directly assign a name, and those who have the ability to unlock all permissions will end. ]
[Welcome back, the last Archangel, Loren Hill. After this fugue, the Sun Throne will hand over all authority, and the granting of all rules and powers will be restarted again. ]
[All members of the Survival Committee salute you, Long Live Humanity! ]
As if the new sun came to the world, layers of crowns fell from the sky and were applied to the body.
The mighty ring breaks through all the atmosphere and obstacles, and the pure and extreme blue-purple sky is displayed in the sky.
And that tiny figure was protected by one after another of golden light flame wings, which seemed to be slow, but in fact it broke through the atmosphere like light, and rose step by step to the top of the highest sky dome.
One door after another emerged from the sky, and thousands of golden doors opened in the air.
One angel after another awakened from his slumber, and thousands of divine angels danced in the light.
The pure white wings were covered with a layer of golden flames, following the ethereal and supreme being in the center, circling upwards, forming a vast tower that reached the sky.
Here, the sacred hymn rang out, and nearly 10,000 transcendent Sequence 9 or more archangels sang in unison. That sacred movement was the Ninth Symphony, the fourth movement recorded in the past.
From the outer side of the planet, a gorgeous crown larger and shining than the moon gradually formed. It seemed to be made of the most beautiful gold thread in the world. It was layered and beautiful.
At the same time, the mighty ripples slowly spread into the vast sea of stars, and the entire star system began to enter a stable moment of radiance.
At the same time, all the superhumans in the world began to lose their power, and all the mana directly transformed into the pure power of the sun in the void, filling and controlling every corner of the world.
The sun crown, representing eternity and absolute power, rises at this moment.
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