Chapter 1274 Angel Sequence 9 Wings of the Eternal Cradle
Cold, twisted, but with an invisible order.
Compared with the chaotic phantom that is completely scattered with fine sand, this monster has at least formed a certain structure within its body. This is also a kind of order, and the formation of order must require some bonds and consensus.
After breaking into the body of the monster, Lorraine Hill poured magic power into the fighter plane, making it like a sharp knife, constantly cutting through everything in its path, while the white jet at the tail of the fighter plane continued to advance, sending her to another place.
deep place.
At first, the outer silver mirror structure was torn apart layer by layer like thin paper in front of the sharpened and ribbed circuit-reinforced wings. Then, the inner structure was like some kind of ceramic, which although brittle, broke.
The energy and power required to break into it jumped sharply. As a result, the speed of the fighter continued to decrease, and the surface began to wear.
[Warning, warning, the armor in the front area of the fighter plane is 60% damaged and is about to disintegrate, and the internal area cannot be protected]
[Cracks were detected on the wing and are currently expanding. Please return immediately for repairs]
[Unable to connect to the command system, please perform manual calibration]
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Lorraine Hill looked at the picture on the screen. It was almost pitch black, and the table next to it showed that the external observation and imaging device had been mostly damaged. Various warning prompts began to occupy the screen, and the interior of the cabin was almost like a red light.
, the sounds of various warning reminders are endless.
She closed her eyes and slowly estimated the distance she had traveled. She should still be 30% away from the target point.
The internal physical structure of the fighter plane was too severely worn. She thought as she opened her eyes, pulled down the operating lever on the side, and gradually reduced the speed, so that the fighter plane was slightly further away from the completely damaged state.
However, if you cannot move forward, this state is nothing more than slow death.
Sure enough, we still need some explosion. After thinking for a few seconds to no avail, some flame marks appeared at the bottom of the clear eyes in the helmet, and then the white light film covering the entire fighter plane began to fade away, replaced by extremely red fire.
.
The entire fighter plane was like a red-hot iron, emitting a fierce orange-red glow. Then there was a heart-shaking contraction, and the flames exploded violently. The high temperature melted everything around it, and also shook apart the structures that were gathering towards the fighter plane.
After doing this, the fighter plane driven by Lorraine Hill is now in dilapidated condition, with various cracks appearing on the surface, and various gaps in the originally coherent outer circuit barrier.
Soon, the fire light dissipated, and in this small cavity, various twisted gray phantoms began to emerge. Like the immune system in the monster, they began to attack and corrode this 'foreign object'.
However, I can't stop here.
Inside the cabin, Lorraine Hill had already taken off her helmet, her long silver hair pouring out. Then she grabbed the joystick, leaned down sharply, and pushed the handle until a certain prompt sounded.
[Emergency ejection system activated, outer armor peeled off]
Then, the front armor of the fighter plane suddenly opened, and an oval dark golden cockpit shot out and penetrated into the endless darkness ahead.
The intense high temperature melted everything that came into contact with the dark golden metal shell, and then tore it open again, going deeper and deeper until the speed became slower and slower, and then there was another explosion.
After doing this several times, even with the loading and repairing of metal power, its shell finally couldn't bear it and began to appear small cracks, but this time Lorraine Hill could no longer control so much.
After breaking through the obstacle for the last time, what appeared in front was no longer a hard material like ceramics and stones, but squirming flesh and blood. The twisted and chaotic meaning coming from it was dozens of times stronger, making people dizzy, even if
She also felt an indescribable shock.
vomit--
Lorraine Hill urgently covered her mouth and suppressed the reaction in her stomach. She felt a severe dizziness and pain in her head, as if every nerve was shouting and wailing, and countless voices were pouring into her ears.
Despair, ecstasy, sadness, excitement, chaos, sadness, etc.
This is the inner core, it feels so violently distorted.
Lorraine Hill slowly stopped and looked at the squirming flesh and blood that was constantly accumulating on the transparent metal shell. Some of them had unrealistic faces under the dim light, and some were mutilated bodies.
, piled up in no order.
No matter how many times I see it, I still feel very repelled. If there are naturally beautiful things in nature, then there are naturally ugly things in front of me. There is no law or order, only the chaos of constant entropy.
Loaning the operating lever in her hand, Lorraine Hill clasped her hands together, slowly closed her eyes, and a pair of snow-white wings unfolded from her back.
As if a tiny fire was born in the pitch-black world, the pair of snow-white wings slowly extended. Each feather in them was so white and flawless, stretched delicately, exuding a faint halo, illuminating this eternal place.
A world that never sees the light of day.
[Angel Sequence 9·Eternal Cradle Wings]
Holding the small dark golden fire in the center, the pair of broad holy white wings slowly opened, and the halo they emitted washed the approaching chaotic phantom layer by layer, turning it into a silent form.
Little bits of light and sand dissipated in the air.
In the originally compact and small space, due to the expansion of the wings, a hole about a hundred meters in diameter appeared.
After that, the second pair of wings also began to appear, and quickly extended and expanded. The wide wings that fluttered out brought a pale golden flame, burning everything close to it, whether it was flesh and blood, phantoms, or any foreign objects, it was like the flame guarding paradise.
, so powerful and reassuring.
Finally, the third pair of wings slowly sprouted. It was not as white and broad as the first pair of wings, nor as brilliant and blazing as the second pair of wings. It was a smaller and transparent pair of wings, and you could even see it.
There are many fine lines, which are spread like capillaries, and the lines on each feather are flowing with a gradual and beautiful light.
Then the three pairs of wings gradually assimilated, and each wing became so broad and soft, so brilliant and blazing, so transparent and beautiful. The light golden transparent flames emitted from it also opened up a cradle paradise with a diameter of nearly a kilometer in the darkness, regardless of the outside world.
No matter how the chaotic phantom twists, no matter how much flesh and blood accumulates, it cannot affect a single particle of dust inside.
At this time, in the center of the three pairs of wings, the gentle and beautiful figure slowly opened her eyes. Its color was like a light golden glazed crystal, with a special symbol of power slowly rotating in it. In the center of the snow-white forehead, there was the emblem of the sun.
The slow appearance and the pair of eyes reflect each other, dreamy and sacred.
The battle uniform she was originally wearing was long gone at this moment, replaced by a snow-white cloth woven with the pure magic power of the angel sequence. It was comfortable and soft, wrapping the girl's body. It seemed that only a little bit of wind was needed to make this absolutely soft cloth
flutter.
Under the snow-white and golden flower-decorated cuffs, slender fingers stretched out, and a holy spear with golden magic power slowly took shape. A ring-like structure appeared near the tip of the spear. When waved gently, it could produce a crisp and sweet sound.
sound.
When the Holy Spear was finally formed, Lorraine Hill gently touched the body of the gun with his fingers, and a burst of exquisite and gorgeous text imprints flashed on it, as if it recorded history and carried hope. This Holy Spear was
Slowly floating into the air, and then gradually absorbing the light, becoming more and more intense, more and more dazzling, until finally it blooms and drowns everything.
【Holy Spear Longinus】
In the dark and silent space, in front of countless attention-grabbing screens, amid various quiet prayers, a thread of light pierced the octahedral body of this chaotic monster, and then dissipated in an instant.
Compared to a monster with a diameter of about hundreds of kilometers, this light filament is extremely thin and difficult to detect. Even many people in front of the screen did not notice it. However, some people soon saw it based on the feedback from various instruments and some playbacks.
At this moment of brilliance.
Lord Lorraine Hill is still alive!
The joy immediately dissipated the previous anxiety and nervousness, making people cheer and jump for joy. There was a burst of enthusiastic shouts from various places, and countless people shed tears and screamed with joy.
However, compared to the joy of the outside world, the situation faced by Lorraine Hill inside the monster is more depressing.
"This is?"
Using the impact of the holy spear, Lorraine Hill opened a smooth and spacious avenue inside the monster. She shuttled quickly through it with the destruction device in the dark gold oval in her arms, until she was blocked by these 'black shadows' in front of her.
Compared with those shapeless chaotic phantoms, these swimming 'black shadows' in front of me barely have some shape, but they are still weird.
It has no self-awareness and can only unconsciously imitate the things it sees, such as the girl in front of it.
The black wings slowly took shape, resembling a human shape, but because they didn't resemble a particularly twisted body, their attack methods also rushed directly towards them, like black mud.
!
Faced with such an unknown thing, Lorraine Hill was not careless. Instead, he teleported back, then flapped his wings, and a golden and transparent hexagonal honeycomb barrier was instantly constructed. Its strength is even stronger than that of a small nuclear bomb.
It cannot be blasted away instantly. The magic power of the angel sequence is extremely stable and isolated from external objects. As layers of light curtains pass by, the internal structure continues to strengthen and become more reliable.
Soon, these 'black shadows' pounced on the golden honeycomb barrier, and white smoke floated up. This was because the high temperature on the surface of the barrier caused these 'black shadows' to continuously evaporate and sublimate.
Unlike the phantoms of chaos, they obviously have entities, and are bodies like mud that can be spliced and deformed at will.
At first, Lorraine Hill breathed a sigh of relief, but soon frowned again because the barrier in front of him began to slowly melt.
The golden symbols in her eyes rotated slowly, and then froze for a moment. The world seemed to suddenly stop at this moment, and then it was imprinted in her mind. Everything that happened in front of her eyes was presented in her consciousness at the most detailed and almost atomic level. She clearly understood
'See' this process, how the magic of the angelic sequence in those structures is infected, distorted and changed.
The extent of this kind of corrosion and distortion is far beyond imagination. Even if a powerful witch comes into direct contact, she will probably go crazy immediately, and then the soul consciousness will be twisted and broken like a poison, turning into a chaotic and crazy existence.
Is this considered raising gu?
Lorraine Hill took a deep breath, feeling a little uneasy in her heart. Through her observation ability as the original wind, she realized that the reason for its formation was probably the eroded Sequence 10. It was not a sudden death, but relying on its own power to continuously
He struggled with the phantoms of chaos, resurrected again and again, was corroded and purified again and again, and then gradually weakened in the process of reciprocation, and in this process, existences that were even worse and even more corroded and distorted were born.
It seems that if they are not solved, there is no way to move forward. Otherwise, after the destruction device is installed, it will be quickly eroded by the opponent and fail before it can be detonated.
Lorraine Hill had many thoughts in her mind, and then she placed the oval dark gold sphere behind her and protected it with layers of barriers. Then, the white and brilliant holy swords gradually took shape beside her, almost every time.
Each of them is a sacred object that people sing about, each possessing different powers. After gradually restoring the Sun Crown, the abilities she can mobilize become more and more abundant.
Recalling the skills that the witch opponent he had seen displayed in front of him, Lorraine Hill flapped his wings lightly, and transparent fairies that were 70% similar to himself flashed out from the wings.
Soon these transparent figures, who looked like mythical fairies, each stood in front of a holy sword and held it together.
The seven-part art of turning into butterflies, which was born out of the goblin clan, has now been further developed in the hands of Lorraine Hill. These transparent goblins have part of her own characteristics, and as long as she is willing, she can even transform a single one of them at any time.
Come down and let it exist as a subject, as if you have countless selves at the same time.
Although they appear to outsiders to be similar but different individuals, from a high-dimensional perspective, they are actually one person. This is like inserting five fingers into a shallow basin, and the fish in the water will think that they are the same person.
I face five different 'fingers', but in fact they are still the same individual. It's just that the dimension of reality prevents ordinary creatures from seeing the whole picture.
The mythical fairies named 'winged species' by the ancients are not just as simple as they appear on the surface. When they were created, they were endowed with higher possibilities and a certain hope. However, the precipitation of time was not enough and did not allow them to survive.
This possibility is fully realized.
The battle begins.
Fairy girls similar to Lorraine Hill flapped their transparent butterfly wings, flickering and moving in this dark world at a speed that was beyond the reach of vision. The light of the sword marks remained in the field of vision and had not dissipated.
An attack has begun.
With extreme speed, almost transparent and light bodies, and flawless coordination, these shining fairies shuttle through the twisted dark forest like butterflies, tearing apart the 'black shadows' in front of them, and then use the power of the holy sword.
, turn it into black iron, gravel, ash, or turn it into flames, into sand, crystallize and solidify, etc.
With the path opened by these 'companions', Lorraine Hill once again carried the destruction device and quickly advanced inside the monster, and reached the final central place step by step.
Here, a huge 'spider' with countless distorted faces has been waiting for a long time. Its body is about a kilometer high, overlooking the white figure below that is as small as a grain of sand and suddenly breaks in. Under the twisting of its body, countless faces appear
His eyes turned, and his gaze focused on the only white point of light in this dark world.
Among them, tens of millions of chaotic phantoms screamed and swam around, and then like a dark tide, submerged the tiny 'light point' below...