Chapter 472 Turned to Ashes (Two in One)

Hearing Diomedes' words, Drost suddenly widened his eyes: "You..."

Before he could say anything more.

The light around him suddenly dimmed.

The sunlight at 3 pm disappeared in an instant, as if the curtains were drawn, and it was even getting darker.

When everything around him became dim, only Diomedes' body flashed a bright glow. It was like lighting a candle in a stormy night with a power outage, gradually illuminating everything around again...but those lifeless things turned gray and white, as old as old photos.

Diomedes stood there motionless with his hands behind his back, looking at Drost expressionlessly.

A dim yellow flame suddenly ignited in his pupils. The flames stopped and solidified as if the pause button was pressed in the instant they rose.

Under the old elf's gaze, Drost's movements gradually began to slow down.

The expression on Drost's face seemed to be solidified, and his hand stretched forward became slower and slower, and gradually stopped. His body was also gradually losing color.

When Droste was completely still, his body turned into the same black and white as the surrounding rooms, like a stone statue with empty eyes, and a hideous and funny expression.

In just a moment, Droste was subdued by Diomedes.

- Just like those who tried to assassinate Droste in the past, when they were controlled by Diomedes.

Diomedes stared at Droste with a sad look. It was as if he was recalling the past.

"Is this the strength of the Pope's Guards..."

Aiwass sighed in a low voice, and felt yearning for a moment.

Janice in this world line left Avalon early, presumably because Queen Sophia became a seeker of the Twilight Path after using the magic potion. The fundamental change of position caused a rift between the two old friends.

Janice is obviously a very determined balancer. She returned again after leaving Avalon for fifty or sixty years just to bury her old friend.

The queen used the potion to break the limit of her natural lifespan, which obviously violated the principles of the Path of Balance.

Diomedes' ability to freeze other people's time is obviously related to the power of the Path of Twilight.

"I thought the elves all hated the power of Twilight."

Aiwass thought of this and asked with some doubt, interrupting Diomedes's meditation.

"Basically, but the Pope's Guard is a special case."

Diomedes tilted his head slightly and patiently explained to his new master: "The inheritance of the Pope's Guard is related to the three paths of Balance, Devotion, and Twilight..."

The old elf was not in a hurry at all, because time was always on his side.

Aiwass didn't understand this knowledge at all. After all, the Pope's Guard was a profession that players could not obtain... because it was not a "profession".

Not all elves will embark on the path of "profession". The "profession" system is a new path created by Wei Zhe. Only humans, a race with a wide and diverse path adaptability, need "profession" to purify the path the most.

As for races like elves, moon children, and dragons who are naturally inclined to the Tao, they rely more on the "inheritance" with more stringent conditions.

"In the Theocracy, elves generally have the adaptability to devote themselves to the Tao. Just like humans usually have the adaptability to transcendence and love.

"We are basically divided into two factions, those that tend to "balance" and "dusk", just like human parties, and they are seriously opposed to each other."

Balance comes from the elves' neutral attitude and the mission of checks and balances; while twilight comes from the elves' long lifespan.

Elves that tend to the former usually intervene in the affairs of short-lived species more actively and are willing to try new things; while elves that tend to the latter are relatively more passive and indifferent, more conservative and alienated from short-lived species... just like humans who simply don't keep pets because they are afraid of their pets dying.

"Are you inclined to twilight? Is that why you are so nostalgic?"

"No, I am the Pope's guard."

Diomides replied: "When we accept inheritance, we will be divided into two groups and learn the power of "dawn" and "dusk" respectively. After all, "dedication" is the core of the Theocracy, and balance and dusk are just means and directions..."

The bright yellow balance and the dim dusk are both yellow.

That is the light that can be emitted by a lit candle.

...In this case.

Since Diomedes is the Knight of Dusk, then Mr. Oswald may have the power of "Dawn"...

Iwas thought.

"...Alas. "

Diomides's thoughts and memories were interrupted by Aiwas. He sighed heavily: "It has to come to this point after all..."

He finally moved.

Even if it was to prove that he was not a nostalgic person, this sword had to fall.

Diomides stretched out his right hand from behind his back, with his index finger and middle finger together.

Neither fast nor slow, he stood still and drew a light stroke in front of him.

The golden arc of light shot out from his fingertips like a whip blade and a soft line!

It cut Droste's body horizontally into two halves!

When the light line touched him, the gray-white Droste instantly restored its color.

However, at this time, his body had been cut into two very smooth pieces.

He didn't even realize that he had been cut in half. Even when his upper body fell backwards, he subconsciously reached forward to grasp it in an attempt to balance his body. The result was that the blood instantly burst out from the body like a flower, and instantly solidified into a gray-white stone flower in the air after leaving the body.

In Drost's subjective consciousness, he never saw when Diomedes' "invisible sword" was unsheathed.

He had no idea what Aiwass and Diomedes were chatting about.

He only felt that after the surroundings became dim, he could not see Diomedes' sword swing at all - he could only see the arc of lightning remaining in his retina for a moment, and he had already been hit by the sword!

What a fast sword!

That is a speed that even the senses cannot catch up with—

When Drost realized this, the pain was long overdue.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh-"

Drost, who was cut in half, suddenly let out a shrill scream and crawled on the ground.

But his voice couldn't spread beyond this dim barrier. They are all solidified.

Blood, fat, and internal organs continued to flow out of Drost's body, and after leaving his body, they cooled and solidified, turning into the same gray-black color as the surrounding filters. They are mixed together, and it is impossible to see what they are.

Within the scope of the light, only Aiwass and Drost were bright and colored. Only they could hear Diomedes' voice.

This old elf with a Chinese character face looked down at Drost, whom he had known since childhood, with a complicated expression.

"I've given you many chances, Charles."

The old elf sighed and slowly raised his lowered right hand again.

"Don't, don't kill me... Diomedes! Grandpa Diomedes -"

This old and fat man, who is already in his eighties or nineties, has an extremely strong fear in his eyes - the fear of death and the end.

He shouted hysterically like a child who fell to the ground and cried loudly: "I was wrong, I was wrong, Grandpa! I will change it...I changed it! I know my mistake, Miss Crawley." ...I was wrong! Forgive me, I will change it! I don’t want to die, please help me!”

Incomparably strong desire to live, extremely sincere words. But no one around him paid attention to him.

Neither Aiwass nor Diomedes would be softened by this. They looked at him indifferently, watching the fear in Drost's eyes condense more and more.

"...Please give him to me, Mr. Diomedes."

Aiwass said politely: "As for the reason..."

His left hand touched the necklace on his chest, and his right hand flew out the red crystal-like card without mercy.

The red card was spinning and flying in the air, gradually losing color and slowing down after leaving Aiwass.

But just when it was completely frozen in the air, the black butterfly mark on the card began to flutter its wings. Crimson flames spurted out and turned into a vortex.

"The Flame-Contrary Butterfly!"

Aiwass shouted her name loudly, celebrating her awakening at this moment.

The necklace on his chest also trembled, and then flowed out from Aiwass's fingers, turning into a stream of flames and sinking into the vortex.

The two streams of flames converged and eventually turned into four gradient red and black butterfly wings. The edges of the butterfly wings were constantly shattering like black ashes, and the lines on the wings cracked, revealing a burning golden flame like magma.

Now 1.7 meters tall, nearly a head taller than Yulia, the Flame Butterfly is no longer the petite and immature girl she was at the beginning.

She looked older than Yulia at the moment, already the same age as Aiwass.

And obviously, even if Yulia grows a few years older, her height will not reach this level.

I saw Yulia's dark hair reaching her ankles, turning into deep red from the end, burning with blood-like flames.

Her black eyes with dark red irises slowly opened, looking cold and dangerous.

At this moment she was wearing a widow-like black gauze skirt. The edges of her skirt burned with crimson flames visible to the naked eye, making her look like a fire queen embraced by flames.

——She is the Butterfly of Flame that was raised to the fifth level by Aiwass.

[Major Sin: Butterfly of Disobedience (Sun, Hanged Man)]

【Level: 47】

[The path of devotion, attribute fire]

It's as if she has grown up in appearance... Today, the Flame-Contrary Butterfly finally no longer has the label of "infant". Her consciousness finally became clearer and more mature, no longer as naive as it was during her infancy.

When the Paraflame Butterfly was truly under control, Aiwass could finally inject its power into Yulia's body.

However, Yulia herself refused this matter. Her self-esteem is much stronger than Lily - Yulia said that she must at least advance to the third level on her own strength and form her own ability system based on her own path characteristics.

Having learned the lesson from the Night Demon, Aiwass did not choose to raise the little butterfly to the sixth energy level this time, thereby triggering the equilibrium mechanism.

When she appeared, the originally dark barrier suddenly became brighter. The fire burning in her body lit up the space around her, making those gray-white things bright and colorful again.

"——Demonologist? Phantom demon... Yulia!"

Drost, who was unconscious due to pain, shouted unconsciously: "You are still alive! You are a demonologist!"

His eyes protruded outward, and the vitality of a fourth-level transcendent allowed him to still have the strength to crawl on the ground and struggle vigorously even if he was cut in half.

"not bad."

The corners of Yan Zhidie's mouth raised slightly, and he smiled without any smile: "You still remember my name."

Her voice is very similar to Yulia's, just more mature and lazier.

But unlike the Yulia in Aiwass’ impression, the Flame Paranormal Butterfly is much more aggressive——

She stretched out her right hand forward, and the flowing flames turned into a giant hand, grabbed Drost's upper body, and simply dragged it back and stuck it to the lower body like a candle.

"Does it hurt, Mr. Scumbag?"

Speaking of gentle words, the Butterfly of Flames smiled sweetly like a girl and put her left hand behind her back.

The next moment, as the crimson flames turned into blazing white, Drost's burnt body began to heal quickly.

The feeling was like being immersed in warm spring water, and Drost's pitiful screams instantly disappeared. His brows widened as a result, and his fists that were clenched into fists until they were filled with blood slowly unclenched, and his bones made an acidic crunching sound.

Sharing memories with Yulia, she is another Yulia in a sense.

When summoned by Aiwass, the fragments condensed after the death of "Yulia" and "Flame Butterfly" merged with her again. Memories from this world line poured into the sea of ​​consciousness of Flame Butterfly.

Not only the memory of the "Flame Butterfly" that devoured Yulia's body as a phantom demon and appeared alone... but also Yulia's unwilling and sad emotions in her last moments.

When the Paraflame Butterfly separated from Yulia, Yulia and Isabel had not yet become friends. Therefore, the Paraflame Butterfly and Isabel are not that close. Sophia's death had not affected her much.

But Yulia, who "saw" the world, died due to Drost's conspiracy. Out of control, she almost went crazy and killed Aiwass, who had been dependent on each other since childhood; but Aiwass finally succeeded in stopping her madness. After defeating himself...but he stroked the remains of the necklace and cried bitterly day and night.

The Butterfly of Contrary Flame felt like a flame was burning in his chest.

If it hurts herself, the Flame Butterfly will not have such strong resentment and hatred - she is the Flame Butterfly, the Flame Butterfly who burns herself with flames.

But hurting Yulia, hurting Aiwass... especially, let her hurt Aiwass herself.

This caused the murderous intention in her heart to spread like fire, and she could no longer stop it.

Just as Drost's vitality gradually recovered and became stronger, his consciousness gradually awakened. The Flaming Butterfly looked at Drost who opened his eyes again, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised, revealing a cruel but happy smile:

"It hurts...that's right.

"I was in pain too."

Accompanied by the clear silver bell-like laughter of the Butterfly of Flames, the flame suddenly reversed again and turned into a dark red color as thick as blood.

The flames, hotter than before, were like gangrenous gangrene, soaking through Drost's body in an instant.

And when it burned until Drost's consciousness became blurred again, the flame turned white again.

The pain dissipated like an ebbing tide, and the body regained consciousness from the itching and warmth. The pain will never paralyze his nerves, because every time he will return to his healthiest posture.

Pure fear finally appeared in Drost's eyes: "No, no..."

"You don't want to die, right?"

The Paraflame Butterfly flies in the air like the queen of flames, controlling flames of different attributes.

She stared at Drost, her dark red pupils like coagulated blood: "What a coincidence, I didn't want to either."

The next moment, the flames reversed again.

But this time, the Flame-Contrary Butterfly did not turn the flame upside down. Instead, he directly increased the firepower and burned Drost directly into ashes with strong murderous intent.

Aiwass reached out his hand and gently stroked the hair of Flame-Contrary Butterfly. It was a similar feeling to Yulia's, just a little hot... almost like a glass filled with boiling water.

She just squinted her eyes like a kitten and remained silent.

After gaining complete intelligence, he looked very cruel in his first appearance...

...Now that I have calmed down, I feel a little embarrassed.

But no regrets. The flame-ridden butterfly thought.

If it happened again, she would do it again.

If she saw Aiwass avenging her and torturing Droste for her and Yulia, she would also feel happy, but she would also feel sad.

...It is the sadness of loved ones who are forced to take revenge and are forced to stain their hands with blood.

Because in her memory... and also in Yulia's memory, Aiwass was the brother who was always gentle, but occasionally seemed a little weak.

He would stay up all night to stay with Yulia because she was feeling uncomfortable; he would also take time off to stay with her for a long time because Yulia felt lonely at home.

When he was living in an orphanage, Aiwass's favorite food was fried cod. He would be very happy when eating fried cod, and Yulia would look at him blankly - a look like the sun that a homeless orphan without a father or mother should not have.

For those who lack hope, that is the color of hope.

Perhaps because Yulia always looked at him, Aiwass thought he also liked fried cod steaks. Therefore, I will be cruel and give most of it to myself every time.

But in fact, Yulia doesn't like fried fish at all. It's too greasy for her, and she prefers vegetables and desserts.

But every time Aiwas gives her food, Yulia feels warm in her chest. It's a feeling of wanting to cry... Yulia, who has no family since she can remember, the taste of "family" in her memory.

Yulia knows that she and Aiwas are not the same kind of people from the beginning.

Aiwas had a family when he was a child.

He has his own father and mother, and even has memories of living with his parents. I vaguely remember their appearance and names, but the memory is not very deep.

But Yulia is an abandoned baby. She has been an orphan since she can remember. She doesn't even know her last name, let alone whether her parents are still alive.

Aiwas is the sun that has fallen into the valley, and one day it will rise again. There will be many people around him, and he will not be the first or the last.

But Yulia is a bat that has lived in the valley since she was born. She has only seen one kind of light, that is the light of the sun.

However, in Yulia's memory... Aiwass was actually much more fragile than her.

He was very afraid of pain, and would cry if he hit his head or hand. He was also afraid of bleeding. When he accidentally fell and broke his knee and bled, he was so scared that he thought he was going to die.

Aiwass was not the type with weak desires. On the contrary, he was very greedy... Every time he gave something he liked to others, he felt very distressed.

He was also very timid, much more timid than Yulia. Yulia was actually never afraid of the dark, but Aiwass was always afraid of the dark... He was not afraid of ghosts, but afraid that someone in it would kill him, just like his parents.

... But even so.

He was willing to hurt himself mercilessly and feed himself with blood; he was willing to give his favorite things to Yulia, who was not related to him by blood; he was obviously very timid but pretended to be brave and tried to protect Yulia.

So, Yulia would pretend to be weak to let Aiwas protect her.

Because she is now Aiwas's "sister".

But the Flame Butterfly is different.

She is a monster, a phantom. A paradoxical beast that should not exist.

She is a cruel and crazy phantom of fire. She almost burned Aiwas to death in this world, and finally woke up at the last moment. Now it is reasonable to burn Droste to death several times...

But just when the Flame of Paradox Butterfly was a little disappointed, Aiwas suddenly said: "You are quite kind."

"You only cured him twice and killed him completely... If it were me, I would have killed him at least ten times. Sure enough, the phantom of the Way of Devotion can't be too bad no matter how bad its temper is."

The Flame of Paradox Butterfly raised her head and looked at Aiwas in a daze.

Aiwas touched her gently and called softly: "Are you tired? Come back and rest for a while. "

The corners of her mouth slowly rose, her body shattered, turned into a flame butterfly and slowly stopped at Aiwas's fingertips.

...That was definitely not tenderness to Yulia.

She finally felt it clearly.

That was the light that belonged to her alone.

-Until Droste turned into ashes, the Flame Butterfly completely separated itself from Yulia.

Update completed!

My work and rest schedule broke down again, so I'm going to sacrifice a new book by an old author!