Chapter 2068 A mediocre person should regret his troubles, the stars are shining brightly in his heart every night
"I didn't expect that it only took three days. I don't know if this cultivation speed is faster or slower than other peak experts? It's really unexpected."
On the fourth floor of the dark forest in the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis, Christine took a deep breath and then spoke softly.
She had had a premonition that this would happen before, but she never expected that it only took her three days to comprehend her first self-created spell.
If the outside world knew about it, it is estimated that Christine's name would be resounding throughout the world. She realized her first self-created spell in three days, which was very rare even in the ancient magic era.
"As expected, it still doesn't work, or is this the price of forcibly destroying the consciousness space?"
"I know best. Apart from this matter, you can't find any weaknesses in me, right?"
"Then come on, you can't escape what you have to face. This should be the so-called 'inner demon' in the ancient magic era. I don't know what benefits you can gain after overcoming it."
Just when Christine was about to drink a cup of coffee, the Dark Forest showed signs of collapse. The dark psychic power was gradually compressed around Christine, and the empty space appeared.
Signs of space distortion.
But Christine didn't panic when she saw this. She even smiled and looked at this rare scene, as if she was enjoying a wonderful opera performance.
The reason is very simple, just because Christine forcibly destroyed the consciousness space in the real world, she can accurately distinguish whether she is in an illusion or awake as usual.
In addition, the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis is Gloria's masterpiece, so it would be a child's play if it were destroyed by such strong psychic fluctuations.
You must know that on the first day everyone set foot in the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis, everyone except Rikka and Gloria teamed up to attack the alchemy array hidden in each layer.
But after a lot of trouble, except for consuming more than a dozen dragon crystals in vain, the necropolis of Feilhet Nalantis was operating normally. To be precise, it ignored any peak-level offensive.
Gloria once said that the defensive strength of the necropolis Philecht Nalantis is far greater than her own, and unless Rikka evolves again one day in the future, no one can destroy it.
What makes everyone even more reassured is that Gloria also said that she will continue to strengthen the necropolis of Philecht Nalantis in the future until she is completely unafraid of any means of Rikka.
That's why Christine seems so calm and calm. After all, there is only one possibility, and that is that she suffered some mysterious backlash due to destroying the consciousness space.
However, all of this was within Christine's expectation. Even though she had done "nothing" compared to her companions in the past hundred years, she had simulated her own cultivation journey countless times.
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As her vision blurred for a while, when Christine saw her surroundings clearly again, she shook her head with a wry smile. That was the scene she least wanted to face, or the past event she least wanted to mention. p>
Regardless of any living being, the time point when memories are generated is not the day of birth. But those memories are always buried somewhere deep in the heart, and may never have the chance to see the light of day again.
Therefore, from a biological point of view, Christine is lucky. After all, she can peek into the fantasy world before she was born.
But from a subjective level, this is also very cruel to her. After all, her childhood was not very beautiful. On the contrary, the tone was blood red.
"I sensed another heartbeat. It must be a healthy child, and it must be favored by the old gods."
"No matter what, I have to protect this baby, even if my body is broken to pieces, it's worth it."
That was a man wearing the traditional attire of the elves. According to the standards of the elves, he was three hundred years old, but he looked very young.
He has the most distinctive features of the pure-blood elves, including blond hair like the sun, blue eyes that resemble the ocean, and an elegant temperament that exudes in every gesture.
However, at this moment, he was squatting beside the bed, carefully placing his slender ears on the other person's abdomen, and couldn't help but smile.
"What you are doing is against etiquette. Stand up quickly. If the servants see it, they will probably laugh at you, the master of the house."
"Be low-key. I only hope that the baby can be born safely and that she can inherit your appearance. Otherwise, let alone our family of three, your family will also be implicated."
She was a beautiful woman with a big belly. Although her brows were a little tired, she still smiled and pushed her husband away.
The long hair that was supposed to be jet black was dyed golden yellow, and the eyes that were supposed to be bright red were also rendered emerald green by secret techniques.
From the day she decided to follow in her lover's footsteps, she chose to leave her hometown, chose to forget her identity as a dark elf, and chose to live so cautiously.
This couple is Christine's parents. Her husband is a pure-blood elf and a great mage of the nervous system. Her mother is a dark elf and a great mage of the dark system.
Due to a certain civil war among the elves, the wife, who was a dark elf, could not bear to kill her husband. When the husband was waiting for reinforcements to counter the siege, he cast a spell to hide his wife. The two met in the flames of war and talked to each other under the moonlight. The husband had traveled throughout the ancient continent in his early years, so he naturally understood the harm of war to the two major ethnic groups. Compared with war, his wife preferred to play with flowers and plants.
In the end, the elven civil war came to an end, and the Whispering Forest lost a great dark magician. However, in the Shimmering Forest, a happy event ushered in.
As the head of the family and a peak pure-blooded elf, the husband unexpectedly married a dark elf wife quietly. As a dark elf wife, she never waved her wand or changed her appearance to show off to others.
Only the core family members knew about this matter, and the core family members also recognized the decision of the two young people.
One night, accompanied by cries, a baby girl named Christine was successfully born. The husband seemed so excited that he could not control the leakage of his nervous system's psychic power. But he did not step into the tree rashly.
House, this is a courtesy to your wife, and it is also the upbringing of an elegant person.
However, the wife's smile froze instantly, and no matter how relieved the servants were, they could not stop the rolling tears. This was because the baby girl she gave birth to did not inherit the appearance of her husband's pure-blood elf, but was completely
Dark elf appearance.
This kind of situation would be fine anywhere in the world, but if it happened in the Elf Continent, it would be a bad behavior that neither of the two major ethnic groups would tolerate.
"What should we do in the future, or let me take the baby away, so that no one will be affected again." The wife's tears kept falling on the baby girl's face, but the baby girl was sleeping soundly.<
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"It's okay, you are my wife, and she is my daughter. I believe that as long as we keep it secret, no one will notice." The husband shook his head after hearing this, then took the baby girl and leaned over to give her a kiss.
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Immediately, the husband found the most proficient in disguise in the family, and "transformed" the baby girl, who was less than two hours old, into a "pure-blooded elf."
So far, Christine has survived, but the price is that her father acts more cautiously, and her mother never leaves the tree house again, completely integrating with the shadows.
However, the story that was supposed to end here ushered in a new chapter a few months later. It was a page made of blood and tears, a combination of anger and unwillingness.
And Christine, who has always been the protagonist, is now wrapped in the body temperature of her parents. She doesn’t know what she is dreaming about, and the corners of her mouth are slightly raised.
