Even though as a time traveler, Dorothy still couldn't tell the story of being hit to death by a dump truck.
After all, when he died, he was just a mortal otaku who had practiced martial arts for a few years. After being traumatized to death, his soul was in a state of confusion. Except for the voice of God that he heard as if he was hallucinating when he was dying, he couldn't think of anything else.
Didn't feel it.
But it's different now. The witch's soul is extremely strong, not to mention she seems to be a destined saint. This soul is purely amazing. Even if the body has completely collapsed and dissipated, the witch's will is still very strong.
wide awake.
She only felt as if she had fallen into a deep sea, sinking, sinking, sinking
At first, she could still vaguely see the hazy light and shadow on the sea surface, but as she continued to dive deeper and deeper into this seemingly bottomless ocean, she could no longer see anything else, and everything was dark.
One thing to say, Dorothy is a little scared. She is actually quite timid. When she was a mortal, she was even afraid of ghosts. Now, even though she has practiced necromancy in her witch period, she is no longer afraid of zombies and ghosts.
Although she was a "ghost", she was still a little afraid of this kind of darkness that seemed to block her entire perception.
After all, what she might have been afraid of before was not ghosts, but the unknown in the form of ghosts.
The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is fear of the unknown.
In layman's terms, it is the so-called lack of confidence.
Of course, the home witch's fear at this time is not that strong. Although it can block the darkness she perceives, which is a bit hairy, Dorothy is carrying a resurrection item after all, and she has someone in Hades, so she knows
I am just following the program now, and soon I will be a lively and jumping salted fish again.
So, overall, it's not to the point where I'm really scared.
Moreover, as the sinking depth became deeper and deeper, Dorothy found that she began to recall the past uncontrollably.
Well, in this darkness of death, she seemed unable to do anything else except recall the past.
And as she unconsciously recalled, the memory images stored in her memory palace floated out bit by bit, turning into fluorescent jellyfish like water balloons.
These fluorescent jellyfish were like fireflies in the dark night, finally creating a glimmer of light in the endless darkness, and this glimmer of light also dispelled the hair-raising fear in Dorothy's heart.
She stared at these fluorescent jellyfish, and in the crystal clear jellyfish bodies were scenes of flashing memories.
There are memories of his previous life.
The days of busy traffic and boxing and sword practice are nostalgic.
But what I remember most is staying at home watching anime and playing games every day.
Then came her memories in this life.
There were days when I wandered with Adam when I was a child.
I have the memory of being all-powerful on the Magic Network.
There is also the daily life with the sisters at Witch Academy recently.
But most of all were the countless days and nights when she was obsessed with learning magic, pondering over the magic runes, and then pieced together a new spell bit by bit.
All in all, I have been an autistic nerd for my entire life, and there is really no way to save me.
However, Dorothy, surrounded by countless memory jellyfish, suddenly became keenly aware of other memories.
It seemed that it was not a memory in his or her memory palace, or in other words, it was a hidden memory that had always existed but she herself had never noticed.
Those are memories belonging to a nun named Dorothy.
Father Adam is her father, and she has a childhood sweetheart who she grew up with. Her sister is named Dinisha, and she is just an ordinary shepherdess in the village.
But privately, the nun is actually a witch who is being hunted by the church. She has been secretly researching some magic potion methods in the basement of her church.
As a time traveler, the nun is very ambitious and talented. She feels that she must be a protagonist, so she studies and practices hard every day.
Although the world she traveled through seemed to be a low-magic world, some of the magic she came into contact with was more like magic and alchemy than magic.
But it doesn't matter, nothing is difficult in the world, as long as people are willing.
The nun and the witch thought that since she was so smart and she was the protagonist, it was not a problem to single-handedly raise the level of the entire world. After all, this was how it was done in the novels and anime she had read in her previous life.
The once lazy A-Zhai's incomparable efforts in this life were almost life-threatening. Based on her experience of reading various novels and animations in her previous life, she squeezed out magical inspiration from those imaginary works and wrote
The prototype of the eight major magic systems.
She even realized early on that her origin seemed unusual. Although her father Adam seemed to be just an ordinary priest, the nun still discovered the deep hidden power in her body.
It's a bit similar to the taste of the divine blood mentioned in the novels of my previous life. It seems to be naturally close to nature, and it can also guide people's thoughts or beliefs.
The nun thought this designation was her golden finger.
She had already planned to go to the priest for a letter of recommendation when she became an adult, and then climb up the church system to better absorb the power of faith and work hard to climb up.
Well, the classic protagonist's growth path, if she becomes the pope in the future, she will definitely build a big crystal palace.
When she thought of this, Miss Sister was full of motivation and even more energetic. She even took the time to develop her strength in the village. Relying on the knowledge of the time traveler, she transformed this village, which only had the level of development in the Middle Ages.
All the villagers were tricked into becoming her followers and a small underground cult was established.
All in all, everything went smoothly, and if nothing unexpected happened, a genius like her would have a fun life.
However, that day, when a team of witch hunters from the church passed by the village and met her childhood sweetheart sister who was a village girl but was a little too beautiful, everything changed.
The shepherdess' sister was accused of being a witch, and the witch hunter even asked her to burn her sister to death with her own hands.
Haha, these scumbags simply have a right to death.
They obviously don't know whose territory this village belongs to. This is her old base camp that has been run for more than ten years. Except for the father father and the shepherdess sister, everyone else around here is her followers.
Damn it, witch hunters, you are really a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. This village is really the hometown of wizards.
This gang of smashers actually dared to attack her sister. They were dead, and even the Lord of Glory could not save them if he came in person. She said this right here.
However, despite this, there are really no high-level talents available in this poor village. Although her underground cult is very obedient, the combat effectiveness of these illiterate villagers is really worrying. If you want to deal with them all,
Armed witch hunter squads are a bit difficult.
But it's not a big problem. The nun has already made the fireproof potion in advance and has secretly mixed it into her sister's drinking water. She won't be really burned to death later.
And she will actually set a fire later to attract the attention of the witch hunters. When the flames of the witch trial are ignited, these perverts with bad taste will definitely be the most vigilant.
When the time comes, they won't think that the honest and insensitive villagers around them will suddenly take out their manure forks and stab them in the back.
Huh, witch hunter? Have a taste of the righteous dung fork. It is an old object that has been used for hundreds of years. It has the touch of plague and has been coated with deadly poison. It doesn't matter that it is a witch hunter.
Down.
It's just that the plan was wonderful. In order not to alert the enemy, she even reluctantly dared to tell her sister about her plan. But when the plan was actually implemented, an accident happened.
Although the potion "Incombustible Body" she prepared can make people immune to the damage of fire, they will still feel the burning pain of fire. However, this is the best potion in her hand. After all, the village is poor and destitute.
Yes, we really don’t have the resources to allocate better advanced potions.
However, she also prepared a potion of turtle breath, which would make her sister lose consciousness quickly and fall into a state of suspended animation. In this way, it would be the same as an anesthetic, which would minimize the pain.
However, when the confident nun actually lit the flame and prepared to make a plan, she was shocked to find that the sister on the torture rack looked at her with sad eyes, and the eyes that had once been full of doting on her were full of
With unimaginable pain.
It is the heartache of being betrayed by a loved one.
Let me go. This time I was too confident, started the fire too quickly and too decisively. I forgot to show my grief and sorrow. Now I hurt my sister's heart. I apologized later.
The nun was stunned for a moment, and then she felt regretful.
What made her even more confused was that even though it was already time for the turtle breath potion to take effect, her sister on the torture rack still didn't close her eyes. She just kept looking at her decisively sadly.
The deep sadness turned into despair, and despair bred hatred and madness, eventually turning completely dark.
The nun didn't understand what happened at all. She only knew that a terrifying force erupted from the sister in the fire, and then swept across the entire place. Countless flaming crosses rose from the ground, and the villagers and even the witch hunters all turned into nothing in an instant.
Burning torch.
The nun herself almost turned into a nun at the barbecue, but fortunately her father Adam suddenly burst out and saved her life.
She was not surprised that her father was indeed a hidden master, but he suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground. It seemed that some old disease had broken out and he had lost his strength.
Then there was a dragon roar, and a huge fat dragon crawled out from the ground of his church. The dragon grabbed the father and daughter and wanted to take them away.
But the terrifying magic light cannon came from behind, and the giant dragon rushed to protect the father and daughter. But the next moment, the terrifying magic cannon was like a sharp blade, slicing through the dragon's neck.
The huge dragon's body and head were separated like this.
Everything happened so fast that the nun who was so confident just now realized what happened.
She looked at the blackened sister who was slowly walking toward her, bathed in dragon blood, and then smiled bitterly.
Is this the retribution for being too confident?
Unfortunately, it was too late for her to think too much about reality, and her sister who was already obsessed with it obviously would not listen to her explanation.
Therefore, there is only one thing she can do.
The nun lit her golden finger, and the blood of God burned fiercely in her body, turning into a powerful force.
However, the blood of God, which has not been nourished by enough faith, has not been burned, but it does not matter, she is still quite young and has plenty of life.
She has to bear her own mistakes, and she can only end the sins she made.
However, it was really a life of failure. I was busy with all kinds of research. I didn’t realize the beauty of the other world at all. Now it’s better. My father is gone, the dragon is dead, my sister has turned black, and all the believers have become barbeques.
, look what she protects?
Tsk, is this the price of being a protagonist? Yes, a protagonist is destined to have a rough life, and he is destined to be a lonely star, so I was thinking about being a protagonist when I was idle and bored.
The swollen nun was woken up by a slap in the face, but she woke up a little late.
And now, having lost everything, she has no ambitions. It seems that there is only one thing she can do, and that is to at least save the out-of-control sister in front of her.
Otherwise, she would be really embarrassed as a time traveler, and she would not be able to speak to other colleagues in the future.
The nun who was burning with divine blood clenched her fists and then walked towards the sister whose eyes were full of madness.
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Dorothy suddenly jumped up. The pain that seemed to have burned her whole body just now still seemed to be somewhat residual, causing her to feel endless phantom pain.
But she bumped directly into the two soft masses, and then the familiar aroma invaded her nostrils.
It was a smell that she was very familiar with, familiar enough to be engraved deep into her soul. After all, the two of them grew up together and even slept in the same bed most of the time.
This is the scent of iris, and the smell of my sister Dinisha.
My good sister never uses any perfume or anything like that. Well, a country girl can’t afford such high-end stuff.
However, there used to be a large sea of iris flowers outside the village that had been turned into a sea of flames, where countless blue irises were blooming. When my sister was shepherding sheep, she would often pass by that sea of flowers, and when she came back, she would carry some of the floral fragrance of iris flowers with her.
The nun used to like the fragrance of this flower very much. When the two sisters went to bed at night, she would use her sister as a pillow and fall asleep smelling the elegant fragrance of each other.
It's just that the otaku witch doesn't really like irises, especially blue irises.
Because the flower language of this flower is not very auspicious, it symbolizes broken passion, wandering fate and unforgettable love.
In my hometown in my previous life, the blue iris was also known as the Zhuyingtai flower, which shows how unlucky this thing is.
Dorothy didn't like this tragic thing.
The otaku witch opened her eyes and saw the face of her good sister who was also looking down at her.
She was lying on her good sister's lap, enjoying what was probably the most luxurious knee pillow in the world.
The two of them looked at each other, and the face that already resembled that of a god was breathtakingly beautiful, completely different from the village girl in his memory.
However, the doting in those green eyes was the same as in the memory.
Seeing his sister's awakening, his eyes slightly curved and he smiled, but the smile quickly dissipated and turned into a reproach without any deterrent.
"How could you be so stupid? Those guys are not worth your efforts. I don't want it to happen again, otherwise there will be no need for Japan Island to exist."
The elder sister looked at the younger sister in her arms with distress and said so coldly.
Just now, she used great perseverance to hold back from taking action and directly destroy the Japanese Island. For her, not to mention the Japanese Island, even the whole world is far less important than a hair of her sister.
"Yes, yes, I will listen to you, sister."
Dorothy had no choice but to lie back obediently.
"Does it hurt?"
Dinisha gently touched her sister's head and asked.
"It actually doesn't hurt very much."
The otaku witch blinked and replied.
What she said was true. After all, the pain was borne by Xiaosi.