Not a Witch

In the middle of the Sighing Mountain Range, Chris and Si Ye stood on the mountain peak, overlooking the huge abyss below. The frenzied air currents blew their bodies, their hair and skirts swayed rapidly, and even their voices were distorted by the wind. .

"Too bad, there must be their spies in the Sages' Association, and the seal has been destroyed so thoroughly." Chris looked down sadly, and then streaks of mercury light expanded around the vortex, forming extremely smooth mirrors. .

These mirrors are like endless space-time corridors, and any phantoms that pass through them will immediately appear on the other side, confining these rushing phantoms.

"Now we can only try our best to restore it, and hope to defeat this twisted thing from the past again like it was a thousand years ago." Si Ye sighed and opened the book, thousands of white flames flew out of it, and then weaved into a horizontal pattern. The network spanning thousands of meters slowly descends, wrapping the vortex below.

"Let's hold on for a few more days. Servis and other sages are building a new seal on the top, and the situation will gradually improve." Si Ye comforted Chris in a rare way, even though she looked young, But the heart is much tougher.

"Oh, I got it, Si Ye. I just don't know how long I can last. I'm not like you. I'm not good at protracted battles." Chris took out a small rotating prism from her bosom, which refracted light in the firelight. various colors.

"I didn't expect that the props I made in the second era, and when they appeared again, now I can count on them to help me save some powers, otherwise I'm afraid I will fall asleep in a few days."

With the appearance of this pendant-like prism, it also began to rotate automatically, and the mirror below also reflected various colors of light, which seemed to become more transparent.

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As the sky darkened, the long, hard night came.

Clancia, Dark Abyss County.

The fortress that stood near the vortex in the past is in a mess. On the towers and towers, there are dead bodies everywhere, and the figures that have gone mad in the erosion of chaos. They let out desolate wailing, running in the lightless wilderness, chasing All living creatures that may be encountered.

The once tall and magnificent church was silent now, and judges dressed in black fell down in the aisles and corridors. Most of their robes were empty, only burned ashes.

In the central hall, an angel with broken wings leaned against the cold wall. Only three of the previous four white wings remained, and there were many blackened and corroded parts, forming decayed holes.The long hair that used to be like a red glow is now also dull, covered with a layer of light gray, which seems to dissipate at any time.

A faint flame rose, burning a phantom wandering in the church, and the arm hung down slowly, falling powerlessly among the stones and ruins.

Zhu Ya looked at the dome of the church, the picture depicting the past, many memories flowed in her heart, and finally it was fixed in a certain afternoon when she was a child.

At that time, she was on the back mountain of her hometown, flipping through the beautifully drawn atlas in her hand, and the existence of each with wings was so beautiful and fascinating.

Perhaps it was at that time that she gradually had the idea of ​​being close to these existences, and then joined the church, became a pastor, and was promoted to a priest, until now she has become the possession of the angel descending.

When reaping a shocking beauty, you will also reap an equal amount of sadness.

Perhaps it is because of sadness that that beauty becomes an irreplaceable existence that will be cherished forever.At the end of his life, the young chief priest thought so, and then slowly closed his eyes.

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Mozwa

The gray black currents are accumulating layer upon layer, and they are already unstoppable. They gradually disperse and devour those existences that radiate light.The exhausted and exhausted warriors can only retreat step by step, slowly approaching, and do the final battle of trapped beasts in this endless wave.

The angels who were parading in the sky gradually dissipated, and the white flames were gradually wiped out by the black tide.

Since the last chaos disaster, the number of these darlings of light has become increasingly rare, and now it is even more difficult to support them alone. Many seriously injured angels have to return to the heavens to enter a long or permanent dormancy.

A round of golden crescent moon slowly shuttled through the dark clouds, shining a little light on the dark earth, supporting those who are still fighting.

The current pope, Bines, sat down weakly and slowly. She overlooked the huge mouth that was constantly opening at the foot of the mountain in front of her, and compassion and sorrow slowly rose in her eyes.

"How long will this disaster last? Can we still see the last hope come... Cough cough." She coughed up black blood weakly.

"Maybe I'm the shortest reigning pope. It's really ugly, Beignece." She laughed at herself, then struggled to stand up, and with the support of several priests, she walked to the front line again.

The night slowly entered the darkest moment. After receiving the news from all parties, the many Sequence 9 transcendents of the Sages Association gradually gave up hope and began to prepare some countermeasures.When the vortex was no longer able to quickly close it, they could only hope for decades of painful tug-of-war like last time.

As if in an eternally dark and pitch-black underground, the silver-haired girl was still kneeling on the ground, with dots of light shining in her blue eyes, watching the ever-repeating, never-ending message flashing in front of her.

.....

[Connection failed...]

[According to the 3192nd order of the Second Existence Committee of Human Beings, any unit shall not be connected to the AIQ card network again. ]

[Connection failed...]

[According to the 3192nd order of the Second Existence Committee of Human Beings, any unit shall not be connected to the AIQ card network again. ]

[Connection failed...]

[According to the 3192nd order of the Second Existence Committee of Human Beings, any unit shall not be connected to the AIQ card network again. ]

[Connection failed...]

[According to the 3192nd order of the Second Existence Committee of Human Beings, any unit shall not be connected to the AIQ card network again. ]

...

As if in an endless reincarnation, no matter what method Lorraine Hill uses to activate this sun fragment, there is no response, and even if he requests to connect to the Aijika network, he will never get an effective response. It seems that the ancient and extraordinary network It has long been broken, and the throne of gods on it is also unknown.

Finally, the exhausted girl fell into the mud, and the barrier around her dimly dissipated, and countless phantoms swarmed up, heading straight for this original pure existence.

Lorraine Hill only felt all kinds of illusions coming one after another, and his consciousness gradually blurred.It's like sinking into the deep sea without any light in sight.

Broken pictures emerged in my mind, and then disappeared in a flash, some of them were ordinary, some were ugly, and some were beautiful, as if they were slices of countless lives, the traces of the vivid faces in the past.

They are running on their own paths in life, some laugh, some cry, some are angry, some panic, these extremely messy memory fragments are like cutting countless drawings to pieces, and then mixed them together, leaving only Formless colorful debris.

If beauty is a kind of symmetrical, regular and pleasing existence, then these debris are asymmetrical, completely irregular, extremely disordered and distorted ugliness.

He doesn't offer you anything of value, doesn't show any concrete emotion, is always broken, trivial, repetitive, tedious, irritating and repulsive.

These debris slowly seeped into Lorraine Hill's soul like fine sand, and then began to dismember the connection, trying to make it a broken existence like himself.

But this kind of behavior has encountered some troubles. Although these "grains of sand" try to destroy the integrity of its soul body and make it broken, but unlike all soul bodies, this special soul body does not seem to exist. Junction.

From the beginning to the end, it is as transparent as the cloud and air. Even if it is separated, it will come back together by itself. There is no need for the so-called connection point, or it is the connection point itself.

In this way, the grains of sand shuttle back and forth in the clear water, again and again, again and again.Until it gradually loses its vitality, it slowly settles down in clear water, and accumulates into different colors according to different properties.

And amidst this chaos, the world began to appear in distinct colors.Although this is the most elementary color, it is just the accumulation of fragments of similar colors, but this kind of clarification has also become the cornerstone of everything that follows.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like years, and it seemed like only a few hours, Lorraine Hill woke up again.

She slowly sat up, her calves and knees still had a lot of stains and mud, but at this moment she felt refreshed.

She stared blankly at her hands, tiny rays of light rose from the palms of her hands, they were the pure light sand after the phantoms of chaos had been washed, bringing wisps of magic power or authority.

Even though this kind of power is weak to one in a billion, and even if it is enlarged thousands of times, it cannot arouse a breeze that shakes a candle, but it is still a real and imaginary power.

[Connect all souls with the extraordinary, extract the purest prayers, and weave them into the crown of the gods]

Until this moment, Lorraine Hill really understood how the miracle of the throne of God was achieved.And that finally opened the door to everything.

She raised her head knowingly, looking at the dim sky above her head, a pair of brand new wings began to extend from her back.

It is not the magic power of the angel sequence, nor is it the composition of any extraordinary sequence. It seems to be the purest and most transparent existence, extremely thin and dreamy.

The transparent wings slowly extended reflecting a faint brilliance, and then opened. With a slight wave, any chaotic phantoms that approached were filtered in the wings, turning into faint seven-color light sand, which quietly sprinkled down.

The silver-haired girl was no longer afraid of the distorted phantom that filled the sky, she slowly rose from the filth and darkness, her wings fluttered, leaving a trail like star sand in the Ganges.

As the magic power in the body gradually filled, the second pair of wings also 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 rises from the pitch-black earth, flaps its radiant and transparent wings, and slowly rises into the air with a trajectory like a glow.At this time, the third pair of wings finally slowly unfolded.

As if a certain signal sounded, when the third pair of wings shone, everything began to turn to some kind of qualitative change.

The wings extend hundreds of meters from the back, and the transparent feathers are like circuits, with threads of seven colors flowing.And its end even stretches into some unreachable void.

The sky is slowly getting brighter, and the light and wind of the morning sun begin to shine on the earth again. The desperate people on the earth look up at the figure in the morning light. Even though there is still an endless black wave in front of them, that beautiful figure seems to bring endless joy to people. Their hope and courage gradually awakened them from their sinking.

Lorraine Hill slowly floated in the sky, and the three pairs of wings behind him extended to the endless void, where it seemed to be connected to the origin of the world, or a deeper existence.

She closed her eyes slightly, and the mechanical voice of the system finally changed.

[Discovered the remaining Sun Throne node...Trying to repair] There is a glimmer of light in the transparent wings.

[等待中2%.....8%......19%.....39%......84%......100%]

[The repair is complete, and the Sun Throne is re-docked]

[Applicant qualification check begins]

[Identity code abnormality was found, and the retroactive audit mechanism was started]

[Traceability project [-], audit completed]

[Traceability project [-], audit completed]

[Traceability project [-], review completed]

...

[Review completed, resubmit application qualifications]

[Angel archetype o Lorraine Hill, the qualification check begins]

[Verified, fully approved, empowerment begins. ]

[Waiting...]

[Starting fugue, searching for suitable prefixes...]

[Currently available power titles are: Primordial, Wind, Humility, Pure, Supreme, Conquering Flame...]

Numerous symbols symbolizing power appeared in Lorraine Hill's eyes one by one, but before she had time to look carefully, 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 designate and assign names, and those who have the ability to unlock all permissions will end up. ]

[Welcome back, Lorraine Hill, the last final angel.After this fugue, the Sun Throne will hand over all authority, and the granting of all rules and powers will restart again. ]

[All members of the Survival Committee pay tribute to you, long live mankind! ]

Just like a newborn sun descending into the world, layers of crowns fall from the sky and are placed on the body.

The mighty ring breaks through all the atmosphere and obstacles, and the pure and extreme blue-purple sky is displayed in the sky.

And that tiny figure was protected by one golden flame wing after another, seemingly slow, but actually broke through the atmosphere like light, and rose step by step to the top of the highest sky.

One door after another emerged from the sky, and thousands of golden doors opened in the air.

One after another, angels wake up from their slumber, and thousands of holy angels dance in the light.

The pure white wings are covered with a layer of golden flames, following the ethereal and lofty existence in the center, spiraling upwards, forming a vast tower reaching the sky like a sea of ​​mist

Here, the sacred hymn sounded, and nearly one hundred thousand archangels above Transcendent Sequence 9 sang in unison. That sacred movement was exactly the fourth movement of the Ninth Symphony recorded in the past.

From the outer side of the planet, a gorgeous crown bigger and brighter than the moon is gradually formed. It seems to be made of the most beautiful gold thread textile in the world, layered on top of each other, extremely graceful.

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 supernatural beings in the world began to lose their power, and all the manas in the void were directly transformed into the pure power of the sun, filling and controlling every corner of the world.