After the game started, one person was ignored, as if she had never existed. But in fact, she was the original owner of this valley, the trigger of this battle, and the obsession of past lives that spanned thousands of years.
, the source of hatred, betrayal and deception. How can people in the center of the storm remain indifferent to the disasters happening around them?
Inside the white windmill tower, the girl leaned her head on the cold rock wall and stared at the scenery outside the window with sad eyes. She saw that the valley that was so familiar in her memory had now changed into another weird appearance, so much so that there was something strange about it.
It's a strange feeling. The only thing that remains unchanged is the fight and hurt between people. They seem to be very close and have never left. No matter how you escape, you can't escape.
The thin wings gently covered the girl's body, hands and feet, and the ends of each feather were stained with fine dust, staining the original whiteness. The gray color was quite like the miserable clouds high in the sky, and
Or the decaying dead branches on the snow-covered mountaintops, hanging haphazardly in a corner of the horizon, on the top of the mountain, with a listless look, reflecting the mood of the owner at this time. Perhaps you have to find the most unskilled one in the most remote laundry lane in Lunweting.
A washerwoman used the poorest quality shampoo and soap locust, worked the longest night with the most clumsy and crude methods, and was exposed to the cruelest sunlight in a season, so that she could finally wash out such a gloomy white.
It makes people feel depressed at a glance.
At every moment, Ieta feels suffocatingly lonely and scared. Sometimes it is because she is deeply lonely because she cannot leave here and see the outside world again; sometimes it is because she thinks of the misfortune she will encounter after leaving here.
and pain, she was so scared that she almost trembled. She used her soft wings to build the strongest shell in the world and hid herself inside, thinking that she could escape the unspeakable feeling of emptiness, but she didn't know the will of people.
Often contradictory to one's own destiny.
Therefore, when the dull questioning voice of the young man penetrated the dullest stone brick in the strongest cell, accompanied by the ubiquitous air and sadness, and surrounded the girl in the shell, she shrank and raised her fingertips.
I was trembling slightly, but I touched a cold and hard crack.
This closed world is like an egg shell that breeds some kind of chaotic thoughts. When it exists, human reason and intelligence have not yet acquired their own appearance. Only words can penetrate the barriers, flash across like a bolt of lightning, and crackle.
I opened the memory crystals from prehistoric times on the egg shell.
Why?
She was at a loss and thought: Why do I always have to experience things like this?
From the past to the present, from the present to the distant future, from the future to another unpredictable destiny, the scenes she has seen, the loneliness she fears, and the things she has lost have never changed.
I don't want this anymore.
She thought sadly again.
At this moment, something called a "blood bar" slowly appeared above the girl's head. It was not green, symbolizing friends; nor red, symbolizing enemies. It was blue, right there.
In the middle, it seems to be impartial and no one will be biased.
However, the changes inside the tower cannot be seen by people outside the tower, so in their eyes, the windmill tower still only responds with silence. The huge wooden wings have long been mottled and lost after being corroded by moss over the years.
Possibility of rotation.
Professor David was startled by Ringer's sudden move at first, but he soon realized it. There was a mocking look under the cold frame: "So that's what you had in mind, Mr. Ringer, you thought it would work."
Can you rely on the power of angels to reverse the defeat? Unfortunately, I am afraid I will disappoint you, because this is something that is impossible to happen."
Ringer didn't even look back at him, and seemed to completely ignore the existence of this guy. Such a arrogant and indifferent demeanor made Professor David's ridicule fall into place. He even felt that he was the one being ridiculed, so his face suddenly changed.
It became ugly, and I tightened my cane tightly and squeezed out a few words from between my teeth: "The paranoia of a fool!"
What does it mean if such a person is not paranoid if he only stubbornly believes in what he believes in and does not take others into consideration? Rochelle is like this, and so are the young people in front of her. Their behavior is so stupid.
People want to vomit.
"Hey, why do you say that!"
The little goblin Xie Mi put her hands on her hips and shouted angrily: "Why do you say it's impossible? I think it's the opposite. It's very possible. After all, anyone would want a disgusting guy like you.
I'll give you a good beating! If you're done, I'll call the eldest sister and the second sister to beat you right away..."
The words suddenly broke off before he finished speaking. Xie Mi slowly opened his eyes and saw Professor David taking out something very familiar from his arms, which was a volume wrapped in dull brass, that is—— p>
"The Brass Scroll of Kreisov." The professor said word by word: "At the beginning, the covenant established by the Kreisov royal family, the Celestial Order and the Angel of the Lord in the village of Avignon. The covenant stipulated that Kreisov
The army under the control of the husband's royal family and the believers of the Heavenly Order cannot take the initiative to harm the angels, and the same goes for the latter. Although times have changed and the Kreisov royal family that signed the contract has been destroyed, the faith of the Heavenly Order has not been completely lost, and the remaining
Faith is concentrated on this holy relic [Breath of Nothingness of the Sky God] on my body, so this contract is still valid. This means that under the constraints of the covenant, the angel cannot take action against me. You can understand this
Does that make sense, Mr. Ringer?"
That's why Professor David said that this is absolutely impossible.
Holding the Brass Scroll of Kreisov, he is like holding the strongest shield in the world to protect him, so he dares to go deep into the rift valley, seek the authority of the angels, and realize the ambitions of his ancestors and fathers.
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"If you understand this truth," Professor David's voice was full of holes, like countless winds blowing in his throat, "you should make a wise choice, Mr. Ringer. Accepting failure is not weakness, but
It is precisely to realize that you still have shortcomings in some areas, and you can leave it to alert yourself and make corrections later."
For example, the next life.
His eyes as cold as poisonous snakes clearly said this, and Ringer finally reacted. He looked back at the professor, and his eyes swept over the Kreisov brass scroll held in his palm without paying attention. He said
: "Do you really think so?"
"Why can't I think so?"
David asked back, and felt very funny. He knew the ancient secret history from his ancestors far better than any human being in this land, let alone some uninvited strangers: "If there had never been the Brass Scroll of Kreisov,
Bound, do you think the angel of Avignon doesn’t want to take revenge on those who betrayed her? She has the great power to blow the mountains into the sky, so she can naturally throw the huge mountains towards the palace of the Kreisov royal family.
, throwing it at the Cathedral of the Heavenly Order, or at any place where the people she hates are, making them pay a heavy price. But in fact, she cannot do this, because the ancient covenant is also a kind of restraint.
, so that her anger cannot be fully poured out. Once she violates this covenant, she will incur a terrible price, as you can see."
Professor David said in the unfortunate tone of a stage actor that can make people cry, but it revealed one-third of mockery and one-third of schadenfreude: "In that ancient legend, it was mentioned that the great wind was betrayed by mankind.
And got angry and called a storm to destroy the ancient village of Avignon. It was a terrible disaster. Because of this, the villagers of Avignon had to leave their homeland and come to another land, pretending that it was still theirs.
Hometown - However, what I want to tell you is that one hundred and fifty soldiers from the Kingdom of Kreisov died at the same time in that disaster. They were ordered by the king to monitor this village, but they died from a dragon in the storm.
A ferocious beast. And because of this, the angel who violated the covenant also paid the price, so that she can only stay under this deep rift from now on, unable to leave."
When Semi heard this, his eyes widened: It turned out that this was the reason why Iyetta could not leave the windmill tower room. She violated the covenant out of anger, and was bound by the covenant.
However, the one who betrayed her first was clearly a human being, the ancestor of the David family, the sinner David who was bewitched by the royal family and the religious order.
"This is not fair at all." The little elf said.
The professor sneered when he heard this: "On the contrary, I think this is the fairest. In any case, you should understand by now, Mr. Ringer, it is meaningless to try to win from the help of others or to fight to the death."
It's better to act more calmly, just like Rochelle."
Like Rochelle?
What happened to Rochelle?
Ringer frowned slightly, but he ignored David and did not intend to respond. Instead, he still said to the silent windmill tower in front of him, to the unbreakable prison, and to the hard shell of a certain girl who sealed herself:
"Listening to his words makes me feel very ironic, Miss Ietta. It seems that your kindness has not been rewarded as it should be, and you even want to let the people who should be punished continue the tragedy of seven centuries ago. The cause is you.
We are indifferent to this and do not want to see the repeated cycle of struggle but we can sit back and watch another evil happen again."
He whispered: "Old Mr. Norwich and the villagers of Avignon may be very sad to see you in your current state."
Of course, he was not referring to the old Mr. Norwich he met at the ruins of New Windmill Village, but the village chief seven centuries ago whom he had never met but whose face might be imagined; naturally, he was also referring to both.
Not the current citizens of Avion, but the ancestors from a more distant era who worked hard here seven centuries ago. Although the two are considered from the perspective of cause and effect, they actually have the same meaning.
"Grandpa Village Chief..." In the windmill tower room, the white-haired girl who was leaning against the wall trembled all over, with a confused look on her face, and she murmured those familiar names uncontrollably, as if they were very close in front of her:
Outside the cold and silent white, in a world that is even more gloomy and desolate than the never-ending snow season, there are endless battles and endless injuries.
"It's over, Mr. Ringer, I will get that power." Someone said: "No one can stop me."
But time and space intertwined strangely at this moment, causing her to suddenly hear another person's voice.
"It's over, Sister Iyeta, give me that power!" He said with a ferocious expression, behind him were the silent soldiers and the firelight rising into the sky: "No one can stop me!"