Mystery: Mr. Witch and Miss Hunter

Chapter 46 "Mother and Son"

Altaïr's face froze for a moment, and he quickly argued, "Vinata, she won't..."

"It's okay, I didn't mean to blame you."

Aware of Altaïr's fear, Omebella laughed lowly.

"Because, this is what I want her to do. Rather, without your participation, I'm really not sure if I can wait until the day when He makes up his mind."

"What is this..." Altaïr was about to ask, when suddenly a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

Just now, Omebella, the giant queen who existed in the Kingdom of Twilight just as a certain memory imprint in the spirit of the God of War, called Badhir "He", but this difference of title does not exist in the concept of the People of Twilight of!

……

On the other side, on the hills shrouded in dusk, Badheim was sitting on a huge rock, allowing the light of dusk to fill his huge body.The grand and sad sound of the pan flute echoed in the deep valley, and his figure seemed very lonely at this moment.

For a long time, he didn't look back, and spoke in a relatively soft voice.

"You finally came."

As soon as the words fell, Venata's figure appeared from behind the rock, standing silently behind Badher.

"Mr. Badher, what do you want from me?"

Badher stuck his giant sword into the ground beside him, and patted the rock beside him.

"Don't worry, listen to me tell a story first."

After contemplating for a while, he said in a desolate voice unique to the giant language:

"Where do I start... You may not know, I'm not good at telling stories, and the giant language doesn't express emotions like the elf language."

"That's where it begins, then," began Badhier in a voice that sounded like a song from the oldest ages.

There is an obvious difference between Giant language and Elvish language. Elvish language communicates spirituality with meaning, so the tone is quite simple but a word contains rich meaning, even if the tone is not good, it can play a role; while Giant language communicates spirituality with syllables. The sound with a strong sense of rhythm is used to build spiritual channels, and even simple statements have complex inflections.

"Once upon a time, I was born in the Giant King's Court. My father gave me the power to fight, and my mother created this Twilight Kingdom."

"I enjoy this place very much, and I am familiar with every inch of dusk here."

"However, the war with the elves ruined everything. My father died in that war, and I took over my father's authority and became the ruler here."

When he said this, the resolute lines of Badheil's face softened, and Venata could feel the surging emotions under that resolute face.

"In this case, as the only relative of the other party, the relationship between my mother and I should have been closer. However, I found that although her ability and personality have not changed, she has indeed changed, and it is by no means mine. Mother Omebella."

"I can't bear to maintain a relationship with such a guy who may kill my mother and enemy, but I know clearly that as long as I break this relationship, I may be assimilated by this twilight at any time and completely lose my will."

Badheir clenched his fists tightly, and there was a twilight light in his eyes, like a burning flame.

"However, after I cooperated with the demon wolf to kill the Pale Emperor, I suddenly realized one thing." Badher turned to Venata, "Since this woman can borrow my mother's remains, then my real Mother may not be unable to wake up."

"However, if the fake Omebella is really resurrected, can the real Omebella be successfully revived?"

Venata asked suspiciously.She did not question the correctness of the resurrection from the dead itself, because in her understanding, gods should not be killed, and it is normal to be resurrected.

"Of course... In my childhood memory, there is a supreme being who can do this. But I can't say his name. I only remember the gray fog around him, which is not even the light of dusk. An impenetrable mystery."

Badher's expression suddenly became a little excited.

"Among the people I know, that pale emperor can also play with death at will. Therefore, I cooperated with the magic wolf to kill him, and put half of the tributaries of the River of Devouring Light into the twilight domain to study this point. However, the half of the River of Devouring Light left in my hand is not enough, I need the half in the hands of that devil wolf...so this war started."

Baldher jumped off the rock, bringing his eyes to Venata's.

"I can sense the resonance in your heart... So, I want to ask you. At the end of this war, even if that fake guy and I can kill the magic wolf, I'm afraid we will be hit hard. I want to At that time, please make a surprise attack on Omebella, Crius and the others will create opportunities for you."

"Don't worry about the reaction of the brown elves... They are a race created by that guy from the mud. As long as "Ome Bella" dies in battle, they will naturally disappear."

Venata's expression froze slightly.There was a hint of indifference to life in the other party's words, as if the decision just made did not affect the fate of a group, but something as small as breaking a vase.Moreover, for some reason, when she saw Badher's face that was too tall to be seen clearly before, Venata always felt a trace of gray and white breath swimming on his face, like a frightened poisonous snake.

……

"It seems that you understand a little bit. I have to say that you are indeed a smart person."

"Omebella" nodded, and Altaïr could sense the other party's satisfaction.

"So, that prophecy doesn't correspond to me and Venata in this world, we just have no special witnesses?"

Altaïr took a deep breath and asked slowly.

"It's only half right. You are indeed not prophets. Getting involved in this matter will only make your situation extremely dangerous."

Omebella sighed softly. "It's just that you are not without peculiarities."

"I also told you before that in the eyes of the gods, the boundary between cause and effect is not so clear. We choose chess pieces not because of what you can do, but because we choose you as chess pieces. Your authority to achieve your goals.”

"In other words, maybe you are not unique, but since you were placed on the chessboard by the gods, you are special existences."

"In this case, although you should have guessed it, let me introduce myself again."

The curtain was pulled open suddenly, and a woman who looked completely different from before leaned there, her face was shrouded in a cloud of crimson light, Altaïr couldn't see clearly.

"Different from the ghost Badher who wanders here, I am the real incarnation of the 'Goddess of the Earth', as well as the ancestor of the blood race, the goddess of harvest and hope, and my real name is Lilith."

(End of this chapter)