Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 772: Incarnation's true posture?

This is undoubtedly a provocation.

No matter how well-mannered Sister Livia was, she couldn't help but get a little angry at this moment. She stared coldly at the woman on the altar, and her clear sapphire eyes reflected her tall and elegant figure like a mirror: long black hair like a waterfall, dark and deep eyes, wearing a simple but classical long skirt, the end of the skirt swaying with the light of the moon and stars, which made her look more like a distant moon god in the sky, who should be far away from the world, alone and proud, but now fell to the world, in a temple with sad candlelight, facing her enemy from afar.

After she said that, she did not move, only her hand was still extended forward, maintaining the invitation gesture, and it seemed that she handed the power of action to Sister Livia. To be honest, this did not make the latter feel respected. She only felt that the woman in front of her was not only arrogant, but also extremely conceited.

"I hope you won't regret it."

The nun looked deeply at the black-haired woman, then turned her hand over, revealing the silver bracelet that she had been holding in her palm all the time, and gently pressed it against her heart, chanting an ancient sacred prayer in a low voice. It was the most obscure fragment left over from "The Beginning of Spirituality". Countless magicians had tried to interpret its meaning, but there were many different opinions and no consensus. It was also the prayer that Sister Livia remembered most clearly since she was born. It even seemed as if it had been echoing in the ocean of her soul since the moment she was born, and now it was echoing heavily in this dim and empty hall -

"The infinite is One, the finite is Ten Thousand; One is above, Ten Thousand is below."

"The one who creates is light, the one who destroys is darkness; the one who is empty is light, the one who is full is darkness."

"From eternity there is the Infinite, One, the Ten Thousand;"

"The world of the dead, the living, the light and the dark."

"If you keep one, you will get all; if you see the light, you will prove the darkness."

"Nothing can defend the gap between above and below; nothing can resist the gap between light and darkness."

"Therefore, O my souls, the Virgin Mary warns you—"

The blonde nun raised the silver bracelet in her hand high, releasing endless dazzling light. The pure holy light was condensed to the extreme and almost lost its original color and brilliance. The sacred and solemn atmosphere became more and more majestic. Countless golden and blazing coronas were born from Livia's soul, sprinkling light on every corner of the temple, and even surging like a tide through every desolate corridor, every broken brick, every broken stone wall... until the entire All Saints' Gospel Hermitage was lit up, as if a shining sun had risen in the dark underground.

The light on Livia's body is the brightest and most dazzling. It can even be said that at this moment, her entire body has transformed into a beam of pure light. That beam of light once lit up at the edge of the chaotic world, lighting up every inch of nothingness in the original extinction. It brought light, so darkness was defined; it separated heaven and earth, so time and space began to flow; it symbolized life, and from then on death and reincarnation had a form; it gave birth to warmth, so the first lives understood what cold was from this beam of light, and from the cold they gained a sense of the world, and then derived feelings, which differentiated into five senses, and the five senses gathered into the soul, and the soul condensed into will, and will symbolized spirit... Yes, the world was born from a beam of light. Now, this beam of light has returned again, through a human body.

Power was emerging, endlessly, as if a storm from the chaotic sea was accumulated inside the body. The majestic will turned into furious thunder in an instant, bursting out a low roar. Then, countless tiny electric lights flowed out from every pore on the body surface. The essence of these electric lights was close to pure, so that they were condensed into a majestic and sacred white gold color, gradually outlining delicate and complex textures and patterns, covering Livia's body, forming a gorgeous and noble armor and a leaf-shaped elegant battle skirt; on the nun's back, the light threads quickly stretched, wandering along a specific trajectory, forming a light network covering the sky. The next moment, it seemed as if an invisible holy sword separated this network from top to bottom, extending to both sides, forming a pair of gorgeous light network wings, which were softer than the clouds in the sky, swaying gently as if they had no weight. The particles floating from the light network were like feathers of flying birds, falling all over the sky, fluttering.

Her bright golden hair was adorned with a crown of white flying feathers, and the sapphires inlaid in her hair accessories were as clear and transparent as the sky after the rain. She gently stretched out her hand, and visible light quickly shuttled in front of her, depicting a cross sword with simple patterns and elegant shape. The cross on the hilt had a pair of white wings slowly expanding, outlining the shape of a longbow. If Metien saw this scene, he would definitely recognize that this cross sword was the pendant on the silver bracelet.

Endless light illuminated the entire hall, leaving no place for darkness to hide. The wings of the gorgeous butterfly-like light network trembled slightly, scattering bright light particles all over the sky, carrying the nun's body up to the sky, standing proudly under the dome. She was bathed in the glorious divine light, her golden hair fluttered slightly without wind, and her face, blurred by the light, had a solemn expression, naturally exuding a noble and righteous temperament.

Anyone who sees Livia at this moment cannot help but be amazed and impressed by her grace and spirit. The mysterious black-haired woman also seemed to be shocked by this scene. She raised her head and stared at the Valkyrie in the sky, squinting her eyes slightly as if she was not used to the dazzling light.

Livia ignored her gaze and slowly stretched out her hand to grasp the cross sword in front of her. Dense light particles immediately flowed out from the hilt and injected into her wrist like blood, dyeing every blood vessel vaguely visible on her body into a sacred gold color.

At the same time, at the excavation site of the ruins of Guardes City, the two sides who were fighting fiercely found that they had lost their cognition of the surrounding things. They could still see the existence of the battlefield, the blue flames flickering at the muzzles of the guns, and the power of magic in their hands, but they could not put this concept into words or express it in action. At this moment, the mind lost its existence, the soul lost its weight, and it sank and floated in the dark chaos, as if it was in a black ocean, drifting with the waves.

Only Mufasa the Judge could escape the influence of this state. It would be better to say that he had been expecting this moment for a long time. Therefore, he did not even care about the changes on the battlefield, but raised his head without hesitation and cast a deep gaze at the shining sun. At this moment, in his ears, in the ears of everyone, there was a solemn and majestic echo, as if the most magnificent and magnificent hymn in religious history, spanning thousands of years of time and space, proclaiming to everyone the supreme motto from the Virgin Mary:

"One who uses one can control tens of thousands; one who uses light can eliminate darkness!"

"My name is——"

"The Son of the Lord: Gabrivia!"

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)