Hearing Diomedes' words, Drost suddenly widened his eyes: "You..."
Don't wait for him to say anything more.
I saw that the surrounding light suddenly dimmed.
The sunlight at three o'clock in the afternoon dissipated in an instant, as if the curtains were closed, and it even gradually became darker.
When everything around him became dark, only Diomedes shone brightly. It was like a candle was lit in a stormy night with a power outage, gradually illuminating everything around him again...
…It’s just that those inanimate things have turned gray and white, as old as old photos.
Diomedes stood motionless with his hands behind his back, looking at Drost expressionlessly.
A dim yellow flame suddenly ignited in the bottom of his pupils. The flame only rose for a moment, then stagnated and solidified as if the pause button had been pressed.
Under the old elf's gaze, Drost's movements gradually began to become sluggish.
The expression on Drost's face seemed to be frozen, and the hand he extended forward became slower and slower, gradually stagnating. His body was also gradually losing color.
When Drost was completely still, his body turned into the same black and white as the surrounding room, like a stone statue with empty eyes, and like a corpse with a ferocious and funny expression.
In just a moment, Drost was subdued by Diomedes.
——Just like the people who tried to assassinate Drost in the past were controlled by Diomedes.
Diomedes stared at Drost blankly, his eyes sad, as if he was recalling the past.
"Is this the strength of the Pope's guards..."
Aiwass sighed in a low voice, feeling longing for it for a moment.
Yannis in this world line left Avalon early, presumably because Queen Sofia became a seeker of the Dusk Path after using the magic potion. The fundamental change in stance caused a rift between the two old friends.
Yanis is obviously a very determined equalizer. She returned to Avalon five or sixty years later just to bury her old friend.
The queen used magic potion to break the limit of natural lifespan, which obviously destroyed the principles of the balanced path.
Diomedes' ability to freeze the time of others is obviously related to the power of the Dusk Path.
"I thought the elves hated the power of dusk."
Aivas thought of this and asked with some doubts, interrupting Diomedes's contemplation.
"That's basically the case, 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 also related to the three paths of balance, dedication, and dusk..."
The old elf was not anxious at all, because time was always on his side.
Aiwass also didn't understand this knowledge at all. After all, the Pope's Guard is a profession that players cannot obtain... because it is not a "career".
Not all elves will embark on the path of "career". The "career" system is a new path shaped by Weizhe. Only races like humans, whose paths are widely adaptable and complex, need the purification of the path by "career" the most.
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For races such as elves, sons of the moon, and dragons who are naturally inclined towards the path, they rely more on "inheritance" with more stringent conditions.
"In the Theocracy, elves generally have the adaptability to the path of devotion. Just like humans generally have the adaptability to transcendence and love.
"We are basically divided into two factions that tend to be 'Balance' and 'Twilight'. Just like human parties, they are seriously opposed to each other."
Balance comes from the neutral attitude of the elves and the mission of the balancer; while dusk comes from the long lifespan of the elves.
Elves who tend to the former are usually more active in intervening in the affairs of short-lived species and are willing to come into contact with new things; while elves who tend to the latter are relatively more passive and indifferent, more conservative and alienated from short-lived species... just like because they are afraid of pets.
Death is just like humans who don’t keep pets at all.
"Are you biased towards dusk? Is that why you are so nostalgic?"
"No, I am the Pope's Guard."
Diomedes replied: "When we receive the 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, balance and dusk."
They are just means and direction..."
The bright yellow balance and the dim yellow dusk are both yellow.
That's all the light that can be emitted by lighting a candle.
...that being the case.
Since Diomedes is the Twilight Knight, then what Mr. Oswald masters may be the power of "dawn"...
Aiwass thought.
"……well."
Diomedes's contemplation and recollection were finally interrupted by Aiwass. He let out a heavy sigh: "We still have to get to this point after all..."
He finally moved.
Even if it is to prove that he is not a nostalgic person, this sword must be struck.
Diomedes stretched out his right hand from behind, his index and middle fingers together.
Neither fast nor slow, he just stood motionless and lightly scratched in front of him.
I saw golden arcs of light, like whip blades and soft threads, shooting out from his fingertips!
Cut Drost's body into two halves horizontally!
When the line of light touched him, the gray-white Drost instantly regained his color.
However, at this time, his body had been cut into two extremely smooth parts.
He didn't even realize that he had been cut in half. Even when his upper body fell backwards, he subconsciously stretched his hands forward to grab and try to balance his body. As a result, blood burst out from his body like flowers in an instant. After leaving the body,
In an instant, it solidified into gray-white stone flowers in the air.
In Drost's subjective consciousness, he never saw when Diomedes' "invisible sword" was unsheathed.
He had no idea what the chat between Aiwass and Diomedes was 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 reach this dim barrier at all. They were all frozen.
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 were mixed together, and it was impossible to see what they were originally.
Within the scope of the light, only Aiwass and Drost were bright and colored. Only they could hear Diomedes's 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.
This old and fat man, who is eighty or ninety years old this year, has extremely strong fear in his eyes - it is 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! I don’t want to die, please save me!”
He had an extremely strong desire to live and his sincere words. But no one around him paid attention to him.
Neither Aiwass nor Diomedes would be soft-hearted because of 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 completely solidified in the air, the black butterfly mark on the card began to flutter its wings. A stream of 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 continued to shatter like black ashes, and the lines of the butterfly wings cracked, revealing a golden glow like magma.
Flame stream.
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 edge of the skirt was burning with crimson flames visible to the naked eye, which made her look like the Queen of Fire embraced by the 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 Butterfly has finally lost the label of "infant". Her consciousness has finally become clear and mature, and she is no longer as naive and immature as she was in her infancy.
When the Paraflame Butterfly was truly under control, Aiwass was finally able to reinject its power into Yulia's body.
However, Yulia herself refused this matter. Her self-esteem was much stronger than Lily's - Yulia said that she must at least advance to the third level by her own strength and form her own path with her own path characteristics.
Competence system.
Having learned the lesson from the Night Devil, Aiwass did not choose to raise the little butterfly to the sixth energy level this time, thus triggering the equilibrium mechanism.
When she appeared, the originally dark barrier suddenly became brighter. The flames burning on her body lit up the surrounding space, 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, only 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 of being immersed in warm spring water made Drost's pitiful screams instantly dissipate. His brows widened as a result, and he clenched his fists tightly. His fists, which were filled with blood, slowly unclenched, and his bones began to scream.
A sour crunching sound.
She shares memories with Yulia, and in a sense she is another Yulia.
When she was summoned by Aiwass, the fragments condensed after the death of "Yuliya" and "The Butterfly of the Flame" merged with her again. Memories from this world line poured into the Butterfly of the Flame.
in the sea of consciousness.
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 were not that close. Sophia's death did not touch 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 her since childhood; but Aiwass finally succeeded in stopping her madness.
After defeating himself...he cried bitterly while stroking the remains of the necklace day and night.
The Flame-Contrary Butterfly felt like flames were burning in her chest.
If it hurts herself, the Butterfly of the Flame will not have such strong resentment and hatred - she is the Butterfly of the Flame, 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 became clear. The Flame Butterfly looked at Drost who opened his eyes again, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised, revealing a cruel but happy look.
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, which were even hotter than before, were like gangrene attached to the bones, soaking through Drost's body in an instant.
And when it burned until Drost's consciousness became blurred again, the flames turned white again.
The pain dissipated like an ebbing tide, and his body regained consciousness from the itching and warmth. The pain would never paralyze his nerves, because every time he would return to his healthiest posture.
Pure fear finally appeared in Drost's eyes: "No, no..."
"You don't want to die, right?"
The Butterfly of Flames 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 Paraflame Butterfly did not turn the flames upside down. Instead, it directly increased the firepower and burned Drost directly into ashes with strong killing intent.
Aiwass stretched out his hand and gently stroked the hair of Flame Butterfly. It was a touch similar to Yulia's, but 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 I don’t regret it, Ni Yanzhidie 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 ask for leave to stay with her for a long time because Yulia felt lonely at home.
When he was living in the orphanage, Aiwass's favorite food was fried cod. He would be very happy when eating fried cod, and Yulia would look at him blankly - that was the feeling of having no father, no mother, no home.
A returnable orphan should not have an expression like the sun.
For those who lack hope, that is the color of hope.
Perhaps because Yulia always looked at him, Aiwass thought that he also liked fried cod steak. Therefore, he would be cruel and give more than half of it to himself every time.
But in fact, Yulia doesn't like fried fish at all. It's too greasy for her. She prefers vegetables and desserts.
But every time Aiwass gave her food, Yulia would feel warm in her chest. It was a feeling that she wanted to cry... It was Yulia who had no family since she could remember.
The taste of "family".
Yulia knew that she and Aiwass were not the same kind of people from the beginning.
Aiwass had family when he was a child.
He has his own father and mother, and even has the memory of living with his parents. He vaguely remembers their faces and names, but his 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.
Aiwass is the sun that has fallen to the bottom and will rise again one day. There will eventually be many people around him, and he will not be the first, nor will he be the last.
But Yulia is a bat that has lived at the bottom of the valley since she was born. She has only seen one kind of light, and that is the light of the sun.
However, in Yulia's memory...Aiwass was actually much more fragile than her.
He is very afraid of pain and will cry just when he hits his head or hand. He is also very afraid of bleeding. When he accidentally fell down and bruised his knee and it bled, he was so scared that he thought he was going to die.
Aiwass is not the type with weak desires. On the contrary, he is very greedy... Every time he gives something he likes to others, he feels very distressed.
He is also very timid, much more timid than Yulia. Yulia has never been afraid of the dark, but Aiwass is always afraid of the dark... He is not afraid of ghosts, but afraid that someone will kill him inside.
, just like their own parents.
...But even so.
But he is willing to hurt himself mercilessly and feed himself with blood; he is willing to give up what he likes to Yulia, who is not related by blood; he is obviously timid but pretends to be brave and tries to protect Yulia.
Therefore, Yulia would pretend to be weak and let Aiwass protect her.
Because she is now Aiwass's "sister".
But the Flame-Contrary Butterfly is different.
She is a monster, a phantom, a paradoxical beast that should not exist.
She is a cruel and crazy demon of fire. She almost burned Aiwass alive in this world, and finally woke up at the last moment. Now it is reasonable to turn Drost over and over again and burn her to death several times...
But just when the Butterfly of Flames was a little disappointed, Aiwass suddenly said: "You are quite kind.
"I only cured him twice and then killed him completely... If it were me, I would have killed him at least ten times. As expected, the phantom of the way of devotion can't get any worse no matter how bad his temper is."
The Flame-Contrary Butterfly raised its head and looked at Aiwass blankly.
Aiwass touched her gently and called softly: "Are you tired? Come back and take a rest."
The corners of her mouth slowly raised, her body broke into pieces, and turned into a flame butterfly that slowly stopped at Aiwass's fingertips.
...That is definitely not tenderness towards Yulia.
She finally felt it clearly.
That is your own light.
——It wasn’t until Drost turned into ashes that the Flame Butterfly completely separated itself from Yulia.
update completed!
My routine has broken down again, so here’s a new book by an old author!
