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Chapter 379 Follow Me to Heaven
The Holy Marriage of the Sky is not the end, what awaits Westhead next is more fragments of memories.

Sometimes he was a fighting partner who fought side by side with Vesper on the battlefield, crossing all the displays in the hail of bullets, and kissed on the ruins after the war;

Sometimes they are a quiet and sweet couple in the city, living a very casual daily life at home;
Sometimes the two of them traveled across the boundless land, leading a nomadic but fresh and interesting adventurous life;

The time, space, background and events changed again and again, and the role-playing of Evening Prayer seemed endless.

The key is that this is not just acting. Every time he flashes, even if it only lasts a few minutes, the memories he gains are calculated in years or even decades.

So many experiences are not false, but real things that happened. After Westhead entered the [Scarlet Throne], the memories he gained have far exceeded the scale of his life. So many memories and experiences have poured in that it has become difficult for Westhead to distinguish between the outside world and the inside.

"What's it this time?"

Westhead muttered to himself numbly as the scene before him changed again.

However, to his slight surprise, no new memories emerged in his mind this time, and the scene before him returned to the original monastery.

Only the first and most profound scenario took place here, and nothing since then has taken place in the monastery.

"You're back here? What are you doing? Are you going to relive our first meeting again?"

Westhead grunted and pushed open the door in front of him.

"Squeak-"

With the groaning of the old door, Westhead entered the hall of the monastery.

The sun shines through the glazed skylight, casting dappled light. Before the indescribable holy image, the figures praying in the evening are bathed in the morning light, as if shining brightly.

The girl looked at Westhead, smiled and stretched out her hand, which almost made him reach forward and grab it as a reflex, but Westhead stopped.

Because Vespers was not the only one in the hall. Or to be more precise, there was more than one Vespers.

There was a girl sitting in the first row of seats, and the girl's red eyes were staring at him quietly.

【Lord of Extinction】.
Although she was not wearing the familiar red dress and was not in the broken mental space, Westhead recognized her at a glance.

"why is that?"

Westhead couldn't do it. Shouldn't this be the space and time controlled by the Lord of Heaven? How could there be a demon? Could it be that Evening Prayer had been caught?

Also, how long have I been here?
In terms of perceived time, Westhead would definitely think it was more than a hundred years, but time was meaningless in the realm of the gods, and the speed of time flowing outside the [Scarlet Throne] was the key.

"You know, my love, you should know."

Just when Lord Qinghui was still in doubt, the evening prayer under the icon began:

"This is the condition for unlocking the seal of the God's Shadow. Go through the happy times until you are satisfied."

As she walked down the steps step by step, the light bathing her body gradually materialized. Evening Prayer's image remained unchanged, still that pure and sweet monk lady, but Westhead could not help but tremble.

This was not something that could be overcome by willpower. It was purely an instinctive reaction of an intellectual being. He felt that his own existence had suddenly become extremely small. A vast and magnificent existence was squeezing everything. Apart from the girl in front of him, Westhead could not sense anything else. Lord Qinghui, who had personally experienced the advent of the will of the [Holy Tree of Glory], naturally knew what was going on.

Only the will of God could bring about such suppression.

So this is [Lord of the Blue Sky]? Or in other words, part of the essence of [Lord of the Blue Sky] can be completely regarded as a god.

I saw [Lord of the Heavens] with his hands behind his back, looking at the evening prayer next to him, and smiled:

"After so many experiences, the seal of the God's Shadow was finally lifted. From now on, she is free."

Westhead glanced at Evening Prayer. As the oldest demon, she could only look at him with a calm and gentle look. She couldn't say anything, and she was afraid that she couldn't even move.

The gods' suppression of the corresponding demons is absolute, and the latter have no possibility of resistance at all, so there is no hope for Evening Prayer to say anything.

Westhead thought carefully about the words of [Lord of the Sky]. He originally thought that those secret realms were the entertainment of the gods, but now it seems that they are actually the rituals to liberate [Lord of Extinction]?
So his long-cherished wish of freeing Evening Prayer from the seal was accomplished just like that?
I thought I had to rely on my own hard work, and indeed I did it on my own.

After organizing his thoughts, the only thing Westhead didn't understand was the thoughts of the Lord of the Sky.

"Why would you?"

"She is my shadow, the weakest, most incompetent, most self-pitying part of me that I want to give up the most. If she is unwilling to ascend to heaven, she will only end up falling into the earth forever. I have never been willing to release this part, even though she was once me."

[Lord of the Heavens] stroked his chest gently and smiled at Westhead:
"But my love, you like my shadow, and you have made a promise to her, so I will fulfill this promise for you."

"Because I love you so much."

[Lord of the Sky] raised her voice, full of enthusiasm and joy. She clapped her hands, and in an instant, with flashes, everything around her changed instantly.

They stood at the top of the central tower of the [Scarlet Throne]. Below them was the magnificent floating continent and tens of millions of Skylanders.

Like ants, the mortals turned their gaze towards the platform, but not towards the [Lord of the Sky], but towards Westhead.

Lord Qinghui felt it. Faith, absolutely fanatical faith, absolutely devout mortal, the talent of [Qinghui Xianshi] began to take effect crazily.

Wait, [Lord of the Sky] actually twisted the believers of the Sky People to himself?

What kind of operation was this? Although the power of the gods had nothing to do with the believers, they were still their own relatives and direct descendants. How could they just give it away like that?

Facing Westhead's puzzled gaze, [Lord of the Blue Sky] smiled and stretched out his hand, saying:

"Unlike a shadow, I will not actively pursue you, nor will I beg you to accompany me. I know your pursuit and your ideal. You want to ascend to the highest heaven, so for thousands of years, I have been waiting silently. You will head for the highest heaven, and what I have to do is to do my best to help you at the last moment."

"The essence of staying here is a gift to you. My earthly subjects, my earthly kingdom, my faith and power can all be shared with you, my love."

"Hold my hand, come closer to me, I can already feel your light."

"Come, my love, and follow me up to heaven."

(End of this chapter)