Mi'er was pushed back by him and sat down on the ground. She watched in horror as the huge roots of the Ectoplasmic Tree extended from the cracks in the shield above the Lateran Palace, descending from the sky like a predator, stabbing.
Passed through Rasul's body.
Under the severe pain of being spiritually polluted, Rasul's face was convulsed and distorted. However, he still used up the remaining strength to hand the Fruit of Eden in his hand forward with difficulty and handed it to Tzuzu.
A half-elf girl on the ground.
"Why...why..." Mi'er's voice trembled as if in a trance, "Why did you..."
"Mi'er..." Rasul forced a pale smile on his bloodless face, "Everyone has... something to bear..."
"...heavy fate..."
His body also began to gradually become transparent, and the erosion was rapidly spreading inside his body.
"Sometimes, accepting it... is better than resisting..."
"more necessary……"
"……courage."
The Fruit of Eden finally slipped from his hand and rolled to Mi'er's feet.
Rasul's corpse was lifted up by the roots of the ectoplasmic tree, like a criminal who was hanged in public. The ectoplasmic tree let out a roar of satisfaction, and eating this demigod replenished it with incomparable energy.
of spirituality.
And the remaining unabsorbed spirituality exploded with the completely out-of-control and chaotic destiny field, sweeping the entire Lateran Palace into it in an instant.
Mier stared blankly at the Fruit of Eden on the ground. It had lost its original golden luster, and its surface was covered with gray dust, as dirty as the stones on the roadside.
"So..." After an unknown amount of time, she said in a daze, "I will never understand..."
"Why are there always such naive idealists in the world who are willing to burn everything they have?"
"What good will this do to you?"
"But Asker said that this world is cold and ruthless, and it will only run rigidly according to rules. If it is not willing to provide warmth and light to everyone, then I still [Ling Ling Kanshu.com.] hope that it can at least be like this.
A person, even the most unrealistic idealist...
"In this cold and dark world, to ignite hope..."
She leaned down and grabbed the Fruit of Eden.
Countless lines of light extending from the surface of the golden apple suddenly appeared around her body, and began to shuttle and intertwine densely. Her long, soft pink hair was flying behind her head, and layers of brilliant colors flashed through her pupils, gradually
turned into an unrecognizable symbol.
It is the superposition of countless world lines, an infinite set of probabilities, the supreme authority of fate, and all possibilities.
"So, how should I call you next, my new master?" A weak voice sounded from the Fruit of Eden, with a hint of melancholy and sigh, "Messiah..."
“…or the Antichrist?”
"No." Mi'er raised her head high and looked at the huge thing covering the night sky, an ugly and terrifying thing that couldn't be seen directly.
Her expression instantly became awe-inspiring, with some kind of low, uncontrollable grief... and anger.
"I am... Minerva!"
"The force field shield has been breached! The ectoplasmic tree has begun to invade!"
The shrill screams pierced the night sky, and the Vatican became busy like a trapped animal that had been awakened.
A large number of high-dimensional creatures infiltrated through the holes opened in the ectoplasm tree and pounced on the priests below who were still rescuing equipment and data before they had time to escape, as well as the papal guards who were trying to block the counterattack.
What was faster than them was the mutation, which enveloped the entire Lateran Palace in an instant.
Within the scope of the mutation, all kinds of strange things began to happen:
In some places, masonry is decaying and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and flowers and plants are growing like mushrooms.
In some areas, the bullets passing through them seemed to be stuck in the quagmire, flying slowly at a speed slower than a snail.
Most of them have completely changed their appearance. For example, churches have turned into high-rise buildings, pedestrian streets have turned into vehicular roads, places filled with equipment have turned into open spaces, or a large number of buildings have appeared in empty squares, etc.
This weird change is unstable and not lasting, and soon they become something else again... Time seems to be completely chaotic within the scope of the mutation, sometimes accelerating crazily, sometimes decelerating to a standstill, and sometimes running to other places.
The online world and the parallel world overlap and influence each other.
Everything is in chaos.
Ask stood with his sword in hand, and the girls teleported out of Hearth Island one after another. They noticed that the surroundings had been shrouded in changes, and there were chaotic and crazy scenes everywhere.
"The ectoplasm tree has broken through the force field shield." He pointed to the sky outside the chapel, "High-dimensional creatures have penetrated in. As for the surrounding changes, it should be the death of demigods related to a certain time system."
"So the ectoplasm tree has absorbed the spirituality of a demigod?" Looking at the huge shadow above the window, Nora covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Oh my god! Then we should evacuate as soon as possible! I will take you to the secret passage right away.
Entrance!"
"Wait a minute." Ask stopped her when she was about to take action, "Mi'er hasn't come back yet!"
"Where did Mi'er go!" Mia also noticed that her best friend was not present at this time, and her expression immediately changed.
"We have to find her quickly and evacuate!" Asik suppressed his guilty mood and changed the topic.
So everyone took action quickly.
Nora summoned the nearby spirits and asked them to search for traces of Mier; Eleanor turned into a stream of light and flew into the air, and the fog of reconnaissance diffused around; Paige simply activated the death tadpole and salvaged the last few minutes.
Conquer the will of the dead priest and ask them if they have seen a pink-haired half-elf girl.
Before five minutes had passed, a voice sounded outside the chapel:
"Are you looking for me?"
Everyone looked back and saw the half-elf girl standing at the door of the chapel, saying calmly:
"I'm back."
"Mi'er!" Mia rushed to her side happily, but found that her best friend's temperament seemed to have changed.
Becoming more mature, mysterious and profound...
"Now that Mi'er is back, let's run away as soon as possible." Asik secretly breathed a sigh of relief and told everyone.
"Asker." Mi'er came to him, raised her head and looked directly into his eyes, a symbol condensed in her green eyes, "I condensed the law of fate."
"Uh, have you condensed the law?" Ask was slightly startled when he heard this, "You mean..."
"Under this change, my skills related to the Law of Destiny can get a huge increase in effectiveness." Mi'er analyzed calmly, "And a skill I just mastered is to pull myself out of the parallel world to help.
.”
"Ask, I want to kill the ectoplasm tree and save Solomon City."
"Are you sure?" Ask asked subconsciously, suddenly understanding the subtext of her words, "You want to bring yourself in the parallel world to kill the ectoplasm tree? Who is it?"
"Yes." Mi'er nodded, "The 'self in the parallel world' I want to pull comes from a world line where you don't appear."
"She is the dark lord of the southern continent, the immortal banshee king, Minerva."