Chapter 119: Sword-Winged Angel Messia, Unfold!

Ibel, a witch born at the beginning of the third era. After the disintegration of the Mercury Dynasty, the world entered an era of hundreds of countries, and Ibel was born in a small country.

When she was young, she was just an ordinary girl, living with her father in a small town. As an adult, she was attracted by the son of a local bully because of her beauty. As in many stories, in order to protect his child, the girl's father died, and the young Iber fled into the mountains.

Perhaps it was this intense stimulation that awakened her, and soon the girl discovered her special talent. She could easily communicate with the beasts and beasts in the mountains without even using words or vocalizations. And even the most dangerous monsters wouldn't take the initiative to hurt her.

This made her see the hope of revenge, and after she gradually became an adult, she finally took control of a large number of powerful magical beasts. After that, she returned to the crowd, looking for her past enemy, and soon with the help of beasts and beasts, she learned where the man was.

But unexpectedly, the son of the former bully has changed his temper and became a hero in the limelight after all these years. He helped the weak, repelled monsters, protected the villagers, became the guardian of this small country, and even made a marriage contract with the princess.

In the face of the witch's revenge, he bravely stood up, hoping not to implicate others.

Despite his best efforts, and even many friends coming to help, the hero was defeated by the witch.

——Thousands of years ago————

The devastated and ruined land is full of the corpses of monsters and soldiers, many of which are still smoking white smoke and smelling of burnt. Only the heavy feet of the giant elephant were pressed down and staggered.

"I beg you, spare my family and don't involve more people." His face was pale, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and it seemed that he would not live long.

"Family? You have family too." The black-haired witch sat on the back of the high black dragon, overlooking the former enemy.

"Why should I promise you, everything today is the cause of what was sown in the past. When my father died that winter from injuries and starvation, who ever interceded for us?"

"It's a pity that I survived and stained your flawless hero. I'm so sorry..." The witch Ibeer replied indifferently.

"Go away, you bad woman!" A childish voice came from the corner behind the city wall, and then a child wearing floral cloth broke free from the adult's obstruction and stood in front of the hero.

"Uncle has done a lot of things in order to protect everyone. He has been very hard. You are not allowed to hurt him." He shouted with a trembling voice, as if to cheer himself up.

"You are a bad person. You only do things based on your own likes and dislikes, without thinking about everyone." As he said this, he became more and more excited.

"Why do people who do good deeds be killed, and you can live on a witch who does evil to everyone."

"I..." Ibel looked at the child, her fingers under her cuffs gradually tightened, but she was angry and sad at the same time. She actually saw some shadows of her past in this child.

Seeing that the witch was scolded to the point of being speechless, the child felt a little excited and happy while being afraid.

"Why can't you forgive uncle, so that everyone can live a good life."

The witch was silent, the scene was quiet, and the people who were hiding and watching the battle for a while also raised a little hope.

"Haha..." Looking at the child, Ibel suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, and there were tears left when she laughed.

"So, am I wrong?"

"Yes, you were wrong."

Hearing this harsh accusation, the witch glanced at the remaining people around, looking at their cautious and hopeful eyes, a nauseating feeling came to her mind.

It's ridiculous, do I need you to admit whether I'm right or wrong? Or, is this justice in your mouth?

The excitement that was about to kill the enemy was gone, and a different kind of nausea and irritability flooded into his heart, but unfortunately the child opposite did not see this, he continued.

"So, you have to learn to be loving, so that you can be happy." He said what he heard in class.

"Shut up." Under the deep voice, a beast claw tore off, causing a bloodstain to execute the hero who was half-squatting on the ground.

The blood splashed in front of the child's eyes, making his eyes dull and his voice abruptly stopped.

"Actually, I was going to let him go. But I'm glad that your words let me stop this thought." The witch's cold voice sounded beside the child's ear.

"I hate such hypocritical 'justice', you are just yelling at me from your own perspective, never really asking me what I have suffered in the past and how I have spent all these years."

"It seems pure and kind, but it's just selfish hypocrisy."

"I hate children the most. I am self-righteous, see others in black and white, use that poor knowledge and insight to explain others, and feel good about myself." The witch said and slowly descended from the sky.

"Snapped--"

A crisp slap sounded, and the child in front of him immediately covered his face and backed away in panic.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you, because it makes me happier to see you suffer alive."

With the whistling of giant dragons and beasts, the witch finally left the country, and the small and stable country that had been originally declined, gradually annexed, and perished in time.

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"In my life, what I hate most are those guys who wear a harmless face and use their weakness and kindness to seduce others and gain benefits and preferential treatment."

"Unfortunately, Roland Hill, you have exactly the above points."

"Why, when you say you want to change, change it?"

"Why, everyone wants to accommodate your ideas?"

"Why, we want to fulfill your dream?"

"It's ridiculous. Is it because you are young, a witch born like a baby? And pure and beautiful fantasies?"

Ibel looked down at the girl below, the bright blue in her eyes was like substance, exuding more and more intense brilliance, and along with her anger, the magic power on her body extended like a colorless flame, spreading to the surrounding monsters.

The dull low roar sounded like the roar of an engine, and the eyes and pupils of these beasts were gradually congested, white air was exhaled from their mouths and noses, and they stared at this slender figure.

"Is that so?" The girl replied softly, slowly raising her head to look at the beast shadow covering the night sky, the witch with black hair and blue dress was so flamboyant and powerful.

"I have no intention of opposing your words, because language is so weak and powerless."

"So, let me answer with strength and determination."

She untied her hair belt in the night wind that was gradually blowing, and the strands of hair fluttered in the wind, turning from golden to flowing silver.

"呲..." A dazzling silver and iron long sword was slowly pulled out from its sheath.

Slash Iron Stowett, activate—

Holy Armed, Blessed—

Transcendent advancement, start—

The silver flowing armor emerged from itself, covering and solidifying the girl's figure. Pieces of long swords were like wings, extending from the back, and the wings of the sword had extraordinary patterns like circuits, and their ends seemed to lead into the distance. In the unknown void, the dazzling magic power continuously swept across the wings, reflecting magnificent metallic colors.

Sequence of War 7: Swordwing Angel Messiah, unfold!