Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 159: Is it a flower or a flame that is blooming in the sky?

"Alice!?"

Aoweila subconsciously stopped the light wings behind her and said in surprise and joy: "Are you still there?"

"Of course I'm here. The game isn't over yet, so where can I go?"

"Then why didn't you say anything just now?"

"That was a story animation just now. I was banned from speaking. But I didn't expect you to have such memories. To be honest, this animation is quite touching."

When Avella heard this, a drunken blush suddenly appeared on her face, but it was not so clear because of the light released by the armor on her body and the wings behind her. She felt a little ashamed and lowered her voice uncomfortably: "You... saw everything?"

"I saw it, and it was an immersive first-person viewing experience. It was a great experience."

"Woo!"

Olvera didn't know what "first-person immersive viewing" was, but she could probably guess what she meant. The thought of her past memories being viewed as a drama made her feel even more ashamed, causing her to whine like an animal.

Therefore, it is impossible to understand where Olvera’s sense of shame comes from.

Ovilla was very happy to hear the recognition from her. Although her expression did not change, the hazy stars in her eyes dispersed a little, as soft as a released nebula. She whispered: "Father has always been the best father in the world and the best king of Bemang."

This has nothing to do with personality or other factors, it is purely a human instinct. Memory is the most precious treasure of living beings and the cornerstone of all their humanity. Everyone will regard their memories as treasures and keep them properly. Maybe one day they will meet someone who is worth cherishing with their memories, and then they will share them with them. Obviously, Olvera has not met the person who is worth sharing memories with, so her reaction seems reasonable.

She firmly believes it.

She even praised him: "I haven't seen such a touching memory in a long time, Olivia, I take back what I said before, you really have a good father!"

When she heard that the old king of Berman decided to lock his daughter in the castle, exchanging a pure soul for eternal darkness in exchange for the kingdom's restoration of light, she thought he was too cruel. Although he was a qualified ruler, he did not seem to be a qualified father. It was not until now after watching this flashback that she realized that this was not the case. At least, an unqualified father would never say such heartfelt words, and the guilt, self-blame and sadness in his eyes when he looked at Olvera at that time were absolutely true.

"Admitting your cowardice is not for the sake of running away, but to face the cruelty of the world more bravely and put those who are worried about you at ease. This is true courage. Olvera, you did a great job. Next, let me put an end to this battle!"

Alice didn't really care, probably because she had watched too many cutscenes in games in the past and had lost interest in them. In her mind, seeing flashbacks of game characters was normal and not worth making a fuss about. If a game didn't have any flashbacks at all, that was worth being amazed at.

Alice's tone was high, and she couldn't wait to make a move to put an end to this battle. Olvera looked at the ATP gauge on the attribute panel, which had reached the maximum value and was shining, and nodded slightly. Although she felt that it was a waste to use this ultimate move that she had worked so hard to accumulate now that the victory was already decided, since it was Alice's request, she might as well meet it.

Without her help, I would never have been able to get here on my own.

Both her father and her teacher gave her one kind of courage, and Alice gave her another kind of courage. "Are you ready, Alice?"

"Of course, anytime!"

"So--"

Olvera took a deep breath, raised the holy sword Broken Steel, pointed it at the giant wolf that was still lying on the ground and unable to stand up, and said in a light but firm voice: "Hero Link Skill, activate."

The blade of the holy sword Broken Steel Oath immediately glowed with a purer and more crystal-clear blue light, like a gem that had been tempered in flames for tens of thousands of years. The crystal-like luster was intoxicating and terrifying.

An uncontrollable force made Olvera subconsciously loosen her hand and took two steps back. But the holy sword did not fall, but was held by another hand. The golden light overflowed and gradually rose, as if it was carefully carved by the hands of an ancient sculptor, gradually polishing out the soft and slender body curves and the sacred and gorgeous armor. When it was finally completely solidified, it was the outline of a beautiful girl. Olvera could only see her back, and the hair of the same color as the light was gently fluttering, sometimes brushing against her neck and shoulders, and sometimes brushing against the edge of the silhouette cast by the firelight, so she recognized at a glance that she was Alice.

[You awakened the remaining breath in the holy sword, and the phantom of the ancient hero descended here. ]

The legendary hero looked back at Ovilla, with a slight smile on her delicate profile. She nodded slightly, as if to say: Good job, leave it to me next.

Then, the phantom of the hero stepped forward, and as she took steps, flowers suddenly bloomed in the void.

Around the arena, the broken ground, the majestic stone pillars, the abyss torn from the ground, the dome stained by the silver moonlight... even in the more distant and deeper darkness, there are blue flowers. They are closed at first, but when the hero stops, they open up instantly, stretching out their soft petals, each of which is burning with blue flames, sprinkling bursts of flames and rain, dyeing the scene in sight into a complex and blurred blue color.

Tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of pale blue flowers bloomed at the same time, and the void was suddenly filled with a dreamy, endless rain of fire. This was a sight that Ovilla had never witnessed in her life, so spectacular and gorgeous that she couldn't help but immerse herself in it, and was deeply moved by the vitality and vigor they displayed.

However, the beautiful scene was fleeting. The phantom of the hero leaned forward slightly, raised the hilt of the holy sword Broken Steel Oath with both hands, and passed the sword over his shoulder, with the bladeless tip pointing at the giant wolf under the endless rain of fire. At this moment, all the pale flowers withered. The scene of tens of thousands of flowers blooming at the same time was beautiful and intoxicating; while the scene of tens of thousands of flowers withering at the same time was sad and sorrowful, making people feel melancholy.

The flowers withered, and the petals were blown by the cold night wind, flying through the void. They were still burning with pale blue flames, dancing wildly and wantonly, with graceful and ostentatious postures, like free-spirited fire elves, embracing the heroes in their arms.

The next moment, the phantom of the hero moved. She swung the holy sword in her hand at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye. In an instant, she swung out countless huge blades of light. The holy sword, which was obviously larger than a normal person's body, seemed to have no weight in her hand. She swung it non-stop, so fast that it formed a blurry afterimage, as if even light could not catch up with the speed of her sword swinging. How many swords did she swing in this fleeting moment? One hundred? Two hundred? Or more? This was an uncountable number.

Every time the sword was swung, a sharp blue blade of light would be released, like a huge wave surging on the sea, washing the reefs on the coast without stopping for a moment; at the same time, each blade of light would guide a burning petal in the void to shoot out, dragging a blue trail behind it. At this time, they were no longer soft petals, but swords. Each petal was a sword, and even the blue trail they dragged, in the naked eye, was also a sword.

The whistling wind stopped, the flowing light stopped, the drifting dust stopped, and even Olvera's breathing stopped... At this moment, the hands of time no longer moved, only the light blades roared like waves, and the petals fell like rain. The infinitely gorgeous and sharp sword light launched a thorough baptism of the enemy's area, cutting off the wind, cutting off the earth, cutting off the twelve standing round arch stone pillars, and even cutting off the abyss in front of them, annihilating all the darkness.

【Blue Flame Dance - Unparalleled Combo: The ultimate secret that only the legendary hero Alice can unleash, the quintessential sword of the secret holy swordsmanship, and also the embodiment of the unyielding will of the holy sword - Broken Steel Oath. The blue flame dances like a flower; this sword is unparalleled, and the world's combo is unparalleled. Launch 1-999 combos on the enemy, and the final number of combos is determined by its own basic attributes and the enemy's positional weaknesses; the heavy attack in the combo causes 50% damage to the enemy and adds an armor-breaking effect, and the light attack in the combo causes 10% damage to the enemy and restores its own health; after every 111 combos, the damage of the heavy attack and light attack increases by 50% and 10% respectively, and this state can be stacked. 】

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)