They are like tides, like mist, like the ocean formed by the gathering of countless particles, occupying every inch of space visible to the naked eye, providing a perfect space for those benches, stone pillars, candlesticks, altars and even those that have long decayed and withered after being buried for thousands of years.
The incomplete and damaged statues of the gods have been coated with a layer of sacred platinum. The darkest corners have been cleaned away, and the most distant dust has been illuminated. At this moment, in this hall, nothing else exists except light.
The person who restores the glory of the ancient temple is the Valkyrie who soars in the sky and overlooks all living beings. She holds a sword in one hand and holds up a dazzling light like the sun in the other hand, looking at the black-haired girl on the ground with indifferent eyes.
Just a minute ago, she was still a human being, a kind and weak nun who upheld her own beliefs. However, a minute later, Carabosse could no longer see in her eyes the agility or sensitivity of her half-doppelganger.
There is only unchanging solemnity and untainted holiness. Compared with the incomplete and damaged statue of the gods behind her, she seems to be more qualified to stand on this altar and be worshiped and worshiped by all people.
Gabriel, the Son of the Lord, is what she calls herself, and perhaps another soul liberated from her soul.
Carabosse's figure became blurred in the ocean of light that was almost overflowing, and it seemed that she might be submerged by the light at any time and disappear. But she didn't care about the changes that happened to her body, and she didn't seem to notice the effect of light on her.
Instead of the erosion caused by the body and soul, he slowly raised his head, stared at the Valkyrie soaring in the sky, and said in an unchanging tone: "I heard a long time ago that the believers of the True Spirit Sect worship
There is a soul named Gabriel, thinking that he is the messenger of the Holy Trinity, who will appear when the world is in catastrophe, judge the evil, redeem the good, and bring peace and new life to all living beings in the world. But this soul
Not being tangible, He cannot directly interfere with the human world, so another devout soul is needed as a carrier to entrust His power and belief."
"Such a carrier is called the Holy Son. The True Spirit Sect has had the inheritance of the Holy Son throughout the ages. Under their protection, believers who follow the Ring of Human Reason have survived crisis after crisis, including two dark times.
era and a steam holy war. In this generation, the name of the Holy Son is Livia, and after combining with Gabriel, the messenger of the Trinity, he became you——"
"Holy Son of the Lord, Gabrielle Via."
She raised her eyebrows slightly, and even such an action seemed elegant and calm: "I'm right, right? Although I have been performing tasks outside the universe and rarely return to the ground, I have already obtained this part of the information before coming here.
After checking it in detail, I also asked my colleagues at the Magical Research Institute. They are all very interested in this special power. They want to know what the so-called Gabriel is, and they also want to know how the two souls are.
They coexist as one and merge with each other at special moments.”
From the perspective of scientific researchers, it is normal to have similar questions. However, to the other party's ears, such words may be closer to provocation or blasphemy.
"Be careful, human."
Gabrielvia, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. Her voice was neutral. It was both heroic and domineering as a man, like the angel of heaven who sent down judgment in the oracle book, and gentle and compassionate as a woman.
The Virgin Mary who redeems the world in religious allusions. But apart from that, the strongest tone that Carabosse heard was the majesty and indifference that did not belong to human beings: "Fear the knowledge you do not know, be cautious
Think, but do not cross the limit. This is the duty of being a son of man. Let me tell you: the soul of all living beings has two bodies, one is the self, and the other is the self. The self pursues life, while the self
Pursue everything other than life. Only by restraining oneself and understanding the self can one reach the divine realm."
"Oh?" Carabosse asked with great interest: "What is the sacred realm?"
The Holy Son in heaven looked at her deeply: "Neither happy nor angry, neither increasing nor decreasing, not disturbed by external things, not trapped by inner feelings. The greatest is called God, the highest is called Holy, the greatest is the highest.
It is sacred."
"It sounds even more boring than Freud's psychological theory - I agree that people should control their emotions, but if they are controlled to this extent, it is not self-restraint, but complete restraint."
Carabosse commented: "It's like drawing a circle and trapping yourself in it."
"Because human wisdom has its limits." Gabrielvia's tone is still calm, just like what he said just now, neither happy nor sad, neither increasing nor decreasing: "If you blindly pursue things outside the circle, you will only
It will violate taboos and bring greater disaster."
Carabosse smiled: "I forgot, you Zhenling sect all follow the theory of the Circle of Human Reason, which is different from the general animist believers. Of course, in my personal opinion, you
What he has done is much more dangerous than those believers who long for the return of the Holy Spirit."
Gabriella did not respond, but silently raised the cross sword in her hand. The ring on the hilt was shaped like a corona, and a round of incandescent flames burned on it, drawing all the surrounding light to His.
On his side, there were a bunch of brilliant sun-corona cross swords. They all turned around and pointed the bright blades at the black-haired girl on the ground. He said coldly: "In this case, the only way is to fight.
Humanity."
The majestic and solemn voice seemed to sound from all directions at the same time, hitting the ubiquitous light, and immediately aroused a mighty echo.
Amidst the sound of the surging tide, he slowly let go of his left hand, and suddenly a stream of light passed through Carabosse's eyes, like an inconspicuous fragment of time and space, swimming upstream in a short gap that was too short to even take a breath.
, traced back to the end of light. At this moment, Carabosse’s vision seemed to fall into some strange and indescribable state, and the passage of everything became extremely slow in her eyes: whether it was the flow of blood in the body, or the flow of blood in front of her eyes.
The turbulent tide of light was all compressed into an extremely long and extremely long time, as if it had not changed its shape for millions of years.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! So, naturally I also saw the fleeting light, but it was not light, but the glorious sword in the hand of the Holy Child Gabrielvia, as if opening a
A golden bolt of lightning in the chaotic world flew through the gap between breathing and thinking, stabbing towards Carabosse's heart at an extremely fast speed. It merged into the sea of light that filled the battlefield, carrying the momentum of the entire ocean.
Come, infinite light, endless light and infinite light follow behind this sword, like a surging tide, sweeping across the sky and the earth, impacting the floor and ceiling of the temple.
, causing the walls and domes that have been buried for thousands of years but have always remained intact to be shaken to the point of collapse, so that fine cracks will extend and will tear apart all materials.
The glorious sword separated the chaos of the universe and created a strict order for a certain rule. So above the sword, there is light, warmth, and life, but below the sword, there is darkness, cold, and death.
.All concepts that have been contradictory and intertwined from the beginning will be opened up by this sword, because it is derived from the purest light, and is a force that is both monotonous and complex, overlapping and divided.
If anyone were to face this glorious sword that defined the rules, they would not be able to withstand its sacred power. Without the ability to resist, they would be pierced through the heart, and then be pierced by the roaring infinite light, endless light and even infinite light.
Devoured, submerged in that entire ocean of light, the body is evaporated and melted by the scorching light, and the soul is frozen by the icy light, forever lost in the gap between scorching heat and coldness, just like returning to the original pure light.
, because there is no thing other than light, naturally there is no thinking and consciousness.
Carabosse did not feel panic or fear, nor did she even try to escape. She stood there, silently staring at the infinite light. The endless light swept in, slapping the void and making a tidal sound. The light was passing by.
In an instant, the void above her head and the earth beneath her feet were separated. The bright and warm power in the void, and the dark and cold temperature under the earth. The two were engaged in an endless confrontation and confrontation in the fierce conflict and contradiction, which made the ancient
The temple trembled and seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
Seeing the figure of the black-haired girl being swallowed up by the flooding light in an instant, the Holy Son Gabriel in the sky raised his eyebrows slightly, and a touch of emotion flashed across his gorgeous and noble face: He did not
Sensing Carabosse's aura, she was neither injured nor dead, but disappeared. As for the figure who was still in place, with the sword of radiance piercing her heart, it was nothing more than an afterimage. She was fixed there.
, withstanding the harsh wash of the tide of light, as if retaining an image of the past, reminding others of the battle that took place here a few seconds ago.
Things near the residual image, whether it was the ceiling and floor made of masonry, or the ancient sacred altar and the incomplete and damaged statue of the gods of all spirits, were gradually disintegrated into countless golden particles under the erosion of the tide of light, and scattered like sand on the ground.
Falling, as if blending into the ocean, becoming the same piece of pure light. Only the girl's residual image is not affected, Gabrielvia can't even see through its current state, it seems real and can be seen with the naked eye;
It seems to be illusory, unable to be captured by perception, between reality and reality, as if it exists nowhere, but it exists nowhere... darkness.
"Where there is light, there will be darkness."
Behind Gabrielvia, Carabosse's voice came, with a calm tone: "Light and darkness coexist and invade each other. If the light is pure enough, it may be able to swallow the darkness, but for now, your
The power hasn’t reached that level yet.”
"I'll tell you what I'm conceited after the battle." The Holy Son turned around, his golden pupils dyed like sunbeams flickering slightly: "It's just the first sword."
He raised his hand, and the second Sun Crown Cross Sword fell into his hand. The hilt was burning with the same incandescent divine fire as before.
"This is the second sword."
He said indifferently: "How many swords can you hold on to, human being?"
The sound stirred up a huge echo in the flooded ocean. The next moment, the glorious sword in his hand passed by like lightning, bursting out in Carabosse's sight a stream of white-gold thunder condensed to its purest form.
The thunderbolts formed in one piece and plowed through, like a giant light snake twisting its body and opening its huge mouth, trying to swallow the tiny figure completely.
Saint Gabrielia watched this scene with deep eyes. When the light snake bit Carabosse's figure and countless white-gold thunder crackled and swallowed it up, He raised his hand again, and for the third time
Putting the Corona Cross Sword into his hand, He threw it behind him without looking back. The light of the sword suddenly passed through the gap between time and space, carving out a straight trajectory in the sea of light. Countless lights were like separated waves.
, flowing backward along this trajectory, stacking upwards, as if being repelled by a great will, forming two unreachable walls, spanning the inside and outside of the temple, and running straight up and down the dome.
Carabosse's figure was penetrated by the sword as soon as he appeared there, but again, no blood flowed out, no wounds appeared, and there was not even a sign that the clothes were torn. The shining sun-corona cross sword was nailed to the girl's body.
, but it seems more like the afterimage of a second ago, unable to lock the position of the main body.
Gabrielvia frowned deeply: "How long do you want to escape, human being?"
This battle is called a battle, but he is the only one taking action from beginning to end. This is undoubtedly a huge shame for a noble and proud soul: If you don't want to fight openly, why are you still there?
Here? If you have the power to fight me, why do you only know how to escape?
"That's right." Carabosse's voice came from above her head. Gabrielvia looked up, and under the ceiling that had been assimilated into the light dome, the figure of the black-haired girl appeared. The two of them reversed their positions.
She looked down from a high position and cast a calm gaze: "I have roughly figured out your level, and the battle is almost over. But before that, please try to defeat me with your strongest blow.
, because I will make you convinced that you have lost."
"Arrogant."
The corner of Carabosse's mouth traced an elegant arc: "But I only said this after experiencing your strength personally, and you don't actually know whether I have the power to defeat you, but you have arbitrarily believed that I have the power to defeat you.
No, from this point of view, who is more arrogant?"
"..." Gabrielvia was silent. After a while, she slowly raised her hand, but it was her right hand. On that flawless palm, she held a burning golden halo, shining like the sun in the sky.
Eye-catching, he said in a deep voice: "In that case, you will know once you try it."
After the words fell, the Holy Son stretched out his other hand, reached into the light released by it, gently grasped it, and caught something.
It was the hilt of a sword, a trail of light, or even the embers of a fire.
Gabrielle Via grabbed it, gripped the hilt of the sword, pulled out the trajectory, and rekindled the embers. Countless meteors burning with red flames flew out from the tiny sun, one after another toward the ground.
Falling, trailing trail, straight and long, Carabosse, who witnessed this scene, suddenly remembered the scene of the meteor shower that he saw on the Alien Philosopher passing through the atmosphere and falling into the world.
But that is not a meteor, but the edge of a sword. Each meteor is a burning sword. Thousands of rays of light are thousands of divine swords, and the sword held by Gabrielvia is
It is the largest and most holy divine sword. It swept across under the swing of the Holy Son, and the sword blade spit out a majestic sword light. It was white and golden, blazing and bright, extending forward inch by inch.
, until it stretched into a hundred kilometers long Sun God Sword, the white-gold sword even pierced the outer wall of the Great Hermitage, but it did not cause any damage, but passed through as if it were an illusion, making people feel like this
There is actually an essential difference between the Excalibur and this world, and the two cannot affect each other.
"Since ancient times, there has been light first and then all things. The light of nature has shaped life, while the light of human reason has shaped civilization. Therefore, the name of this sword is——"
With a solemn look on her face, Saint Gabrielia whispered the true name of this powerful force: "Primordial Divine Light Sword."
He swung his sword down without hesitation, and the sword in his hand flashed in the ultimate brilliance. The hundred-kilometer-long primitive divine light sword passed through the ruins of the entire All Saints Gospel Monastery, sweeping past and passing lightly.
It swept over Carabosse's body, smearing the deep black skirt with brilliant gold. At the same time, it also passed through the entire underground ruins outside the ruins, passed by the battlefield where people were still fighting, and passed by the red monk Mufa.
The look in Sha's eyes made him sigh in shock: "How beautiful and spectacular."
pity.
What followed was an irreparable regret, and he sighed softly.
…
"pity."
In the temple, facing the edge of the original divine lightsaber, Carabosse did not turn into an afterimage to avoid it like before, but gently raised his hand and held the fallen sword blade with his white and flawless palm.
The blade of the sword, which was as huge as a mountain, was held by a hand that seemed to be extremely weak. No matter how powerful the sword was, it was difficult to move forward. The pupils of Saint Gabrielia, who witnessed this scene with her own eyes, suddenly shrank.
, for the first time, a look of lapse appeared on his face: "How...is it possible!?"
"Nothing is impossible. Have you never discovered it?" Carabosse showed him a cold but polite smile: "There is a fatal flaw in his own power."
"Let me tell you what it is that you are lacking."
"If you are the soul of light, then I am the incarnation of darkness."
Carabosse squeezed it gently, and the seemingly indestructible and irresistible original divine light sword was easily crushed. The blade shattered into countless fragments of light, which scattered one after another under the stunned gaze of Saint Child Gabrielvia.
The ground fell, as if there was a dazzling light rain. In the deepest part of the rain curtain, where the ocean of light was the most overflowing and the tides were turbulent, the girl with black hair and black eyes slowly closed her eyes, letting everything sink into
into the darkness.
Light is something that can only be seen with your eyes open, but before gaining vision, all living beings were immersed in darkness that was so thick that it could not be broken away. In other words, darkness is a concept that was born earlier than light——
"Black moon, dark night, darkness, this is the eternal destination of living beings."
The quiet and deep tone echoed in every corner of the underground world: "In the never-ending wild night, life that cannot rest, take a glimpse of the stars and moon above your head, and feel the silence and tranquility of your soul."
She gently pressed the index and middle fingers of her left hand on her closed eyelids and said in a low voice: "Star of Death Omen·Dark Apocalypse."