A damp cold wind blew from the dark sky. It was clearly noon, but it felt like dusk was approaching. Cross lightsabers rose from the ground one by one, clearing away the twisted phantoms around them, and then acted like a raster, blocking those who tried to jump out.
Twisted Phantom.
Thousands of angels are fighting in the air with the twisted phantoms that swarm out. In the wilderness below, a phalanx of soldiers is receiving the blessings and protection of the priests. The hazy halo is attached to the body.
, can temporarily isolate the influence of chaotic phantoms on individuals. This is also a skill and spell invented during the war thousands of years ago.
They stood ready, pointing their long spear points at the sky, watching the phantoms and crazy creatures attacking in the wilderness.
Facing these irrational existences, there is no need for complicated strategies or traps, because these phantoms of chaos will instinctively gather in crowded places and attack the souls that gather like a bonfire.
Just like a moth craving for fire, it will either swallow the fire and become more powerful, or it will be burned up by the fire and burned away.
One after another, the spears were placed in front of the shields, and then the holy rain and dew fell from there, falling on the cold and sharp blades of the spears, exerting a purifying effect.
Although the angel sequence does not have strong combat effectiveness against other extraordinary sequences, its various additional abilities are of great help in destroying the phantoms of chaos. This seems to be the mission of the birth of this extraordinary sequence.
Songs of praise sounded among the soldiers one after another, soothing the hearts that were gradually becoming nervous and uneasy under the influence of the phantom.
Then, just after everyone was ready, the twisted phantom spreading in the wilderness also rushed towards the ground, like seeing the most delicious food, or the pure soul that one instinctively desires.
On the earth, a front line emitting a faint golden light is like a dam, surrounding Mozwa, preventing the black darkness pouring from it from expanding outward. Compared with the endless swarming black tide, such a dam is extremely thin, but it is
It is also extremely tough and makes people feel the shock of the confrontation between hugeness and smallness.
In the center of the Sighing Mountains, Chrissy and Si Ye stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the giant abyss below. The wild air currents blew their bodies, their hair and skirts swayed rapidly, and even their voices were distorted by the wind.
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"It's too bad. There must be their spies among the Sages, and the seal has been destroyed so completely." Chris looked down sadly, and then the mercury rays expanded around the vortex, forming extremely smooth mirrors.
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These mirrors are like endless corridors of time and space, and any phantom that passes through them will immediately appear on the other side, confining these rushing phantoms.
"Now we can only try our best to save it. We hope to defeat this distortion from the past again just like we did thousands of years ago." Si Ye sighed and opened the book. Thousands of white flames flew out from it, and then weaved into a horizontal line.
The network spanning thousands of meters slowly descended, wrapping the vortex below.
"Let's hold on for a few more days. Servais and other sages are building a new seal above. Then the situation will gradually get better." Si Ye comforted Chrissy in a rare way. Although she looked young,
But the mind must be much tougher.
"Oh, I got it, Si Ye. I just don't know how long I can hold on. Unlike you, I'm not good at fighting protracted battles." Chrissy took out a small rotating prism from her arms, which reflected the light in the fire.
Various colors.
"I didn't expect that the props I made in the second era would appear again. Now I just count on them to help me save some power, otherwise I'm afraid I'll fall asleep in a few days."
As this pendant-like prism appeared, it also began to rotate automatically, and the mirror below also reflected various colors of brilliance, seeming to become more transparent.
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As the sky grows dark, the long and difficult night approaches.
Crancia, Dark Abyss County.
The fortress that used to stand near the whirlpool was in a mess. There were dead corpses everywhere on the towers and towers, as well as figures who were going crazy in the erosion of chaos. They let out desolate wails and ran in the lightless wilderness, chasing each other.
of all living creatures that may be encountered.
The once tall and magnificent church was now silent. One by one, judges in black clothes fell in the aisles and corridors. Most of their robes were empty, only the burnt ashes.
In the central hall, an angel with incomplete wings leaned against the cold wall. Only three of the four pure white wings were left. There were also many blackened and corroded parts, forming rotten hollows. It once looked like red clouds.
Her long hair is now dull and covered with a faint layer of gray, which seems to be dissipated at any time.
A faint flame rose, incinerating a phantom wandering in the church. The arm slowly dropped and fell weakly among the stones and ruins.
Zhu Ya looked at the dome of the church and the pictures depicting the past, and many memories flowed through her heart, finally settling on a certain afternoon when she was a child.
At that time, she was on the mountain behind her hometown, looking through the beautifully drawn album in her hand. The winged beings were so beautiful and desirable.
Perhaps it was at that time that she gradually came up with the idea of getting closer to these beings, and then joined the church, became a pastor, and was promoted to a priest, until now she became the basis for the coming of angels.
When you reap a shocking beauty, you will also reap an equal amount of sadness.
Perhaps it was sadness that made that beauty irreplaceable and nostalgic for eternity. When his life was about to come to an end, the young chief priest thought so, and then slowly closed his eyes.
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Mozwa
The gray black tide accumulated layer by layer and became unstoppable. They gradually dispersed and swallowed up the existences that exuded light. The tired and exhausted warriors could only retreat step by step, slowly get closer, and make the final trap in this endless wave.
Beast fight.
The angels that originally patrolled the sky gradually dissipated, and the white flames were gradually annihilated by the black tide.
Since the last chaos disaster, the number of these darlings of light has become increasingly scarce, and now they are even more alone. Many seriously injured angels have to return to the heaven to enter a long or permanent dormancy.
A golden crescent moon slowly shuttled through the dark clouds, spreading some light onto the dark earth, supporting those who were still fighting.
The current Pope Benisi sat down weakly and slowly. She looked down at the huge mouth that was constantly breaking at the foot of the mountain in front of her, with compassion and sadness slowly rising in her eyes.
"How long will this disaster last? Can we still see the last hope coming... Ahem." She weakly coughed out black blood.
"Perhaps I am the pope with the shortest reign. It's really ugly, Beneice." She laughed at herself, then struggled to stand up, and with the support of several priests on the side, she walked to the front line again.
The night slowly entered the darkest moment. After receiving news from all parties, many Sequence 9 extraordinary beings in the Sage Association gradually gave up hope and began to prepare some back-ups. The whirlpool was no longer able to block it quickly.
At that time, they can only hope to have a painful tug-of-war that lasts for decades.
As if it were forever dark and pitch-black underground, the silver-haired girl was still kneeling on the ground, her blue eyes filled with little rays of light, watching the ever-repeating, ever-ending message flashing in front of her.
.....
[Connection failed...]
[According to the 3192nd Order of the Second Humanity Survival Committee, no unit will be allowed to connect to the Ayaka network again.]
[Connection failed...]
[According to the 3192nd Order of the Second Humanity Survival Committee, no unit will be allowed to connect to the Ayaka network again.]
[Connection failed...]
[According to the 3192nd Order of the Second Humanity Survival Committee, no unit will be allowed to connect to the Ayaka network again.]
[Connection failed...]
[According to the 3192nd Order of the Second Humanity Survival Committee, no unit will be allowed to connect to the Ayaka network again.]
....
As if in an endless reincarnation, no matter what method Lorran Hill uses to activate this sun fragment, there is no response, and even if he requests to connect to the Ajika network, he will never get an effective response. It seems that the ancient and extraordinary network
It has been broken long ago, and the throne of God on it is unknown.
Finally, the exhausted girl fell into the mud, and the barrier around her dimmed and dissipated. Countless phantoms swarmed up and attacked this original pure existence.
Lorraine Hill only felt various hallucinations coming one after another, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. It was like sinking into a deep seabed, with no light visible.
Broken pictures appeared in my mind one after another, and then flashed away. Some of them were ordinary, some were ugly, and some were beautiful. They seemed to be slices of countless lives, traces of the existence of vivid faces in the past.
They were running on their own paths in life, some laughing, some crying, some angry, some panicking. These extremely messy memory fragments were like countless drawings being cut into pieces, and then mixed together, leaving only
Shapeless and colorful debris.
If beauty is a certain kind of symmetry, regularity, and pleasing existence, then these debris are absolutely symmetrical, completely irregular, extremely disordered, and distorted ugliness.
He will not provide you with anything of value, nor can he show any specific emotions. He will always be broken, trivial, repetitive, boring, irritating and disgusting.
These debris were like fine sand that slowly seeped into Lorrain Hill's soul, and then began to dismember the connections within it, trying to turn it into an existence as broken as himself.
But such behavior encountered some troubles. Although these 'sand grains' tried to destroy the integrity of his soul body and break it, but unlike all soul bodies, there seemed to be no so-called "sand" in this special soul body.
connection point.
It is as transparent as clouds and air from beginning to end. Even if it is separated, it will come back together on its own. It does not need a so-called connection point, or it itself is a connection point. When these sand grains flow through, they will gather again and return to the original state.
In this way, the sand grains kept shuttling back and forth in the clear water, again and again, and again, until they gradually lost their vitality, slowly settled in the clear water, and accumulated into different colors according to different properties.
And in this chaos, the world began to appear with different clear colors. Although this is the most elementary color, just a pile of fragments of similar colors, this kind of clarification has become the cornerstone of everything that follows.
After an unknown amount of time, it seemed like years, and it seemed like only a few hours, Lorraine Hill woke up again.
She slowly sat up. There were still a lot of stains and dirt on her calves and knees, but now she felt a little more energetic.
She stared blankly at her hands, and tiny bits of light rose in her palms. It was the pure light sand washed by the phantom of chaos, bringing with it every trace of magic or power.
Although this kind of power is as weak as one part in a billion, and even if it is expanded thousands of times, it cannot evoke a breeze that shakes a candle, it is still a real and unimaginable power.
[Connect all souls and transcendence, extract the purest prayers, and weave them into the crown of the gods]
It wasn't until this moment that Lorraine Hill truly understood how the miracle of the Throne of God was achieved. And this finally opened the door to everything.
She raised her head knowingly, looking at the dim sky above her head, and a pair of brand new wings began to extend from her back.
It is not the magic of the angel sequence, nor is it the composition of any extraordinary sequence. It seems to be the most pure and transparent existence, extremely thin and extremely dreamy.
The transparent wings reflect a faint brilliance and slowly extend, then open, and wave gently. Any approaching chaotic phantoms are filtered in the wings, turning into a faint seven-color light sand, and quietly falling down.
The silver-haired girl was no longer afraid of the twisted phantoms that filled the sky. She rose slowly from the filth and darkness, her wings flapped, leaving a trail like the star sand of the Ganges River.
As the magic power in the body gradually filled up, the second pair of wings quietly unfolded, extending into the endless darkness.
And she is like the most beautiful light in the world, attracting those swimming phantoms.
In the night, a graceful figure rose from the dark earth, flapped its glorious and transparent wings, and slowly rose into the sky with a trail like twilight. At this time, the third pair of wings finally slowly unfolded.
As if a signal sounded, when the third pair of wings shined, everything began to turn into a qualitative change.
The wings extend hundreds of meters from the back, and the transparent feathers are like circuits, with seven-color silk patterns flowing. And their ends even extend into some unreachable void.
The sky gradually dawned, and the light and wind of morning light began to shine on the earth again. The desperate people on the earth looked up at the figure in the morning light. Even though there was still an endless black wave in front of them, that beautiful figure seemed to bring endless joy to people.
The hope and courage allowed them to gradually wake up from their sinking.
Lorraine Hill slowly floated in the sky, and the three pairs of wings behind him extended into the endless void, which seemed to be connected to the origin of the world, or a deeper existence.
She closed her eyes slightly, and the mechanical sound of the system finally changed.
[Discovered the remaining Sun Throne node...Attempting to repair it] A glimmer of light flashed in the transparent wings.
[Waiting 2%...8%...19%...39%...84%...100%]
[Repair completed, reconnect to Sun Throne]
[Applicant qualification verification begins]
[Anomalies in the identity code were discovered and the traceability review mechanism was started]
[Angel Prototype Lorraine Hill, qualification verification begins]
[Verification completed, fully approved, and empowerment begins.]
[Waiting...]
[Start fugue, searching for suitable prefix...]
[The power titles currently available are: Original, Wind, Humble, Pure, Supreme, Conquering Flame...]
Many symbols symbolizing power appeared in Lorraine Hill's eyes one by one, but before she had time to take a closer look, these symbols suddenly disappeared.
[The system self-inspection is completed. Since the current number of candidates for the Sun Crown is ≤ 1, a special mechanism is activated to directly assign names and have all permissions and unlocking abilities. It’s the end.]
[Welcome back, the last angel of the end, Lorraine Hill. After this fugue, the Sun Throne will transfer all authority, and the granting of all rules and powers will be restarted again.]
[All members of the Survival Committee salute you, long live mankind!]
Just like the new sun descending into the world, layers of crowns fall from the sky and are placed on the body.
The majestic ring breaks through all atmosphere and obstacles, and the pure and ultimate blue-purple sky is revealed in the sky.
And that tiny figure was protected by golden flame wings one after another. It seemed to be slow, but in fact it broke through the atmosphere like light, rising step by step to the top of the highest sky.
Door after door emerged from high in the sky, and thousands of golden doors opened in the air.
One after another angels awaken from their slumber, and thousands of holy angels are flying in the light.
The white wings were covered with a layer of golden flames, following the ethereal and supreme being in the center, spiraling up to form a vast tower reaching the sky.
Here, a sacred hymn sounded, and nearly 100,000 extraordinary Archangels above Sequence 9 sang in unison. The sacred movement was recorded in the fourth movement of the Ninth Symphony in the past.
From the outside of the planet, a gorgeous crown that is larger and more shining than the moon gradually forms. It seems to be made of the most beautiful gold thread textile in the world, layered on top of each other, extremely beautiful.
At the same time, the mighty ripples slowly spread into the vast sea of stars, and the entire star system began to enter a stable moment of radiance.
It was also at the same time that all the extraordinary beings in the world began to lose their power, and all the Mana was directly transformed into the pure power of the sun in the void, filling and controlling every corner of the world.
The powerful sun crown, which represents eternity and absoluteness, rises at this moment.