The underground of Linwell City is full of the atmosphere of corruption. The abandoned tunnels and sewers from the medieval era have become dry wells in the basement after many years, or the mottled walls with exposed rock formations. They are the bodies of a huge beast that have long since withered.
The blood vessels are soaked with tears of sadness in the days when the fog sinks. Some people say that those noble wandering souls are still wandering in the soil, looking for their own tombs. To this day, you can go to Raven Lane or Martin, which is the closest to the green space on the outskirts of the city.
In the streets, one can still hear their incessant crying, which can be traced back as far as the day when the old capital of Lenksting fell.
Saint Xalia heard those cries, but remained indifferent, walking silently through the darkness that was thicker than the fog. In front of her eyes, there was a line that continued to extend forward, guiding the end of fate, and the hooves of the lamb playfully moved on
Stepping between abandoned bricks and gravel, crossing dry waterways, and stepping over incomplete walls, the girl was led deeper into the ground.
The ancient Moriya proverb goes like this: Do not look directly at fate. Therefore, Saint Shalia will not try to figure out how long it will take for this line to reach the end. She only knows that she does feel her mother's love in this city.
The smell was exactly the same as the apple smell she smelled when she woke up.
In this case, you only need to follow the guidance of the "line" and keep moving forward until you meet the destined encounter.
She had a premonition: This would be the closest she had been to "Him" in ten years.
Suddenly, the little sheep stopped.
It turned back and said "baa" twice, with a hesitant look in its eyes, as if asking its owner's opinion. Saint Xalia shook her head slowly, squatted down, gently stroked its soft hair, and said: "It doesn't matter."
"Just some little bugs hiding in the shadows."
"Someone will stop what they are trying to do."
"Let's go around it."
The lamb bleated twice more, then changed direction and continued to chase the extending "line". The girl stood up, looked up and stared into the depths of darkness, her brilliant golden eyes flickering like the underground world.
of stars, and saw countless souls full of malice and evil.
Their bodies and minds are longing for the evil god to come and let the filthy blood drown the smog over the city.
What kind of faith will eventually be born from worshiping such an evil god?
The girl sighed imperceptibly, then turned and left. Her back quickly disappeared into the cracks of darkness, and even her vague outline was swallowed up by the scattered bricks and gravel around her.
[Introduction: A noble and calm girl, she brought her lamb to this city from a distant place to pursue the destiny born from the golden apple. Will you be one of them?]
[The so-called destiny is a person’s choice, and how can we go against our own will?]
The amount of information is huge.
Alice looked at the attribute bar displayed on the game console's light screen, feeling a little confused.
The race is silver elves instead of humans. Although I am a little surprised, it is within the acceptable range. After all, this is a fantasy world. It is normal to have different races. But what is this class? [Girl's Queen and Destiny],
It sounds super cool, and its handsomeness can knock out all of Alice's lists. Perhaps only [Old Two Dimension] can compete with it.
Moreover, with this naming format, it is not difficult for Alice, who has experienced many battles, to guess that [Girl's Sovereignty] is a general term, and [Destiny] is the real power of this girl named Saint Shalia. In other words
, there are other [Girls' Queens] in the world, who control the same level of power as [Destiny].
"Why can't it be me!?" Alice hammered the table: "I'm a girl too!"
However, it was obviously useless to protest against this kind of thing, so she recovered after being depressed for a while and moved the option to the skill bar. A handsome class name is one thing, but professional strength is another.
After all, what is the saying? To be strong is to be handsome, to be handsome is to be good, and to be good is to be good!
"Show me your skills!"
Alice pressed it.
[Beacon of Destiny (Active Skill): Consumes 50% of the maximum magic value to give the target the "Destiny" status, which lasts for three rounds. Every time the object with this status attacks, life recovery, magic recovery, and attributes will be randomly triggered.
Improve, spell shield, ignore defense, ignore level, and remove three effects of negative status.]
[Prophecy (passive skill): When you use a skill, your next skill will be exempted from mana consumption. This skill requires three rounds to cool down after being activated.]
[Sacrament of the Cross (Active Skill): Consumes 50% of the maximum magic value to make an object with the "Destiny" status act immediately.]
[God-given Gospel (passive skill): When an object with the "Destiny" status attacks, there is a certain chance that the effect of "recovering 50% of the maximum magic value" will be triggered for you.]
"This, this, this, this!" After roughly scanning the skill description, Alice was shocked: "How can there be such a handsome profession as [Girl's Queen] in the world!?"
Can a disabled person pass the level in one life using this crutch? The disadvantage is that it depends on the face. If the face is dark and the magic regeneration is not triggered, the game will stop after three rounds at most.
But it doesn't matter, there are two other crutches.
She rubbed the handle unconsciously and thought about it carefully: "Although I, Alice, want to be strong all my life and don't want to use a crutch to show off my power, their ranks are fixed in the system and there is no way to change them if they want to. In other words, if
If I don’t choose a core output, no one in this team can be C. The system insists on playing three guarantees and one, so you can’t blame me for sucking the blood of my teammates, right?”
Thinking about it, I suddenly became more interested in the attributes of the last mysterious character.
Judging from how secretive you are, you can’t be stronger than the so-called [Girl’s Queen], right?
She quickly clicked on the attribute bar of the question mark character and took a look. After reading it, she realized that she had thought wrong. The reason why this guy was marked with a question mark was not because he was a hidden character, but because he belonged to the hostile camp. Every word in the attribute column
, are all dazzling blood red.
【Character:???】
[Race: Human]
[Status: Hostile]
[Class: Vampire]
[Skill:???]
[Introduction: Be wary of every unfamiliar face, because there are cold fangs hidden underneath.]
[——Ah, great Lord of Heaven, when the Blood Moon falls from the sky, I sincerely request you to attend this bright red feast with us!]
"Well, it seems a little bad."
Alice scratched her cheek and saw elements such as "evil god", "sacrifice", and "fanatic worship" from this simple introduction. If it corresponds to the real world, it is probably equivalent to the hidden treasures in Linwell City.
A group of lunatics who worship evil gods are working hard to make big news.
Extending it further, it can be thought that Alice's mission is to use this game console to stop their conspiracy... What is sad is that she has no clues at all. Even if she wants to report to the city police and check their gas meter, it is probably impossible.
This is no longer possible.
If I could defeat this guy in the game, would things be solved?
This is how it is written in novels.
Thinking about this, Alice felt even more responsible. Evil and terrifying vampires were hiding in the dark side of the city, brewing unknown conspiracies. The safety of the entire Linwell City fell on her shoulders, and tens of millions of people were trapped in the trap.
In the midst of fire and water, she needs to rely on her crutches...ah, she needs to rely on her wonderful operations to save her.
In that case, what are you waiting for?
But before that.
"I'll study the combination of occupations and skills first."
Alice switched the interface to her own attribute bar, pulled out a row of professions under [Maid], and began to compare them one by one, analyzing the pros and cons.
Even if it’s three guarantees and one guarantee, you can’t just find a job to guarantee it, right?
Although a disabled person can walk with a cane, and can even beat up ten Tysons, but a mentally retarded person will never be able to do it.
Just like that, in a small dark room, the Internet-addicted girl secretly got up to play video games in the middle of the night without telling her parents. Her eyes were fixed on the blue light screen, her pale face looked focused, and her slender fingers were running back and forth on the handle.
Rubbing, I don’t know how long it had passed, but a low laughter of “hehehehe” came from the room, which was particularly scary.
At least, Metien was shocked when she got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.
The next day, she reported it to her brother Ringer, suspecting that someone was secretly hiding harmful reading materials that would harm the physical and mental health of young people. If things continued like this, it might become a serious problem and she must be criticized.
After receiving the report, Ringer immediately kicked open the door of Alice's room and conducted a righteous search. As a result, he did not find the bad reading material his sister mentioned, only a slightly sluggish back, carefully putting the cassette tape back into the storage box.
, and then turned his head, with thick dark circles under his eyes, and grinned at him with a smile that could be described as weird, which made the calm Linge take a half step back: "What are you..."
"Hehe." Alice stretched out and looked refreshed: "Just wait and see, Ringer, now...I'm going to...kill a lot..."
Before she finished speaking, she fell down on the bed and snored - she fell asleep.