It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

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"It always feels like it's not the first time we've been like this."

The short-haired girl sat quietly in front of the altar in the secret room. Ling's complexion looked pale and she was obviously thinner than usual. Her short black hair was dry and lacked luster.

"You...it's like this every time. What do you think of our agreement?"

In front of her, on a stone throne supported by nameless plants and creepers, there was a lifelike statue of a young girl made of a whole piece of gray-white crystal.

The statue is exquisite down to the hair and the most subtle expressions and movements, vividly restoring the owner's original demeanor and temperament.

She rests her right elbow on the armrest and leans against the throne.His expression is relaxed and freehand, as if he is taking a nap in the afternoon.

The short-haired girl was just in a daze or talking to herself, and stayed in the secret room without sleep for five days.

"But that's okay, no matter what I do now you can't escape."

Ling raised the corners of her mouth, strode forward, lowered her head brazenly and rubbed her mouth hard against the cold, hard lips.

She still didn't seem to feel relieved enough, so she squeezed the statue's hard buttocks.

"Okay, I should go too... You have lost such a big mess, and now the alliance and the executor are very busy."

When she waved away, the corner of the statue's mouth slightly moved an arc, as if smiling.Ling turned her head suddenly, but she didn't notice anything unusual, she shook her head mockingly.

But how could the statue laugh?

This is probably just an illusion caused by my own exhaustion.

Chapter 2 Deep in the Soul

In a world of despair mixed with pale flames, deep darkness and monstrous seas of blood.

Twisted buildings, burning factories and eerie Norman turrets washed up, crumbled, melted and twisted together.

The world completed an alternation between light and dark in the blink of an eye. In any world that can be understood by human common sense, the reversal of day and night cannot be completed in just one second.

As if to verify this phenomenon that mocked human common sense, the world immediately flashed again.

This weird scene is just like the electric lights in the secular world whose technology has not yet been stabilized. They flicker and disappear amidst the crackling sounds due to poor contact or overheating.

And those buildings that had collapsed and collapsed returned to their original state in this flicker, although after only a few seconds they would repeat their previous fate again.

After hundreds, thousands of alternations of day and night.

Those factories, chimneys, London streets, bridges and tall buildings have been destroyed countless times, and even the relatively strong turrets and castles have been rebuilt many times.

But a consciousness that gradually awakened in the ocean of chaos and destruction noticed that there was only one strange building that was as dark as cast iron and had never changed in any way.

It has no windows or chimney-like structures, and the connecting parts are fixed by a large number of thick rivets. It looks like an iron coffin with a weird arched top.

what is it?Why is it different from other things?

The consciousness vaguely sensed some kind of anxiety, so the world experienced sensitivity twice in a short period of time.

Finally, the master of consciousness realized that it was not the alternation of day and night, but that it was only her own habitual blinking that caused this phenomenon.

The naked silver-haired girl stood up with difficulty, changing her posture from lying on her back to a sitting position that was more convenient for movement.

She felt pain everywhere in her body, as if she had been torn apart and put back together again, or as if her whole body was weak and her head was dizzy after sleeping for a whole century.

She was quickly amused by her own thoughts. She is not yet 20 years old this year, so how could she empathize with the so-called sleeping for a whole century?

Ayla noticed that there was a strange touch between her lips and a strange place. It was probably a vague connection from the body left by her in the material world.

"So I have entered the consciousness space now?"

She looked up at the earth from the sky, watching the sea of ​​blood and sticky darkness that gradually subsided.Those two kinds of power were continuously drawn and blocked. From the current point of view, the seal should be considered strong.

The power in the crown of the end was not complete in the first place, and most of the power inherited from the dirty blood and the hidden divine connection had already been destroyed by Fitili's spontaneous combustion.

After there is a "hole" that can be continuously used for consumption and dumping, there will probably be a day when it will be completely cleared, but this number will probably be very large.

"There is still a chance to go out, maybe... three to forty years?"

Ella probably did some calculations in her head, thinking optimistically.

Although she accidentally moved the decimal point forward one place as usual with her magic math skills hovering on the passing line, there was no need to dwell on such an insignificant thing for her now.

After reversing the magic-condensing ritual left by the prophet Sibylla, she spent another five days dealing with the heterogeneous magic and mental pollution running around in her body and consciousness. It was only now that she was able to return to her conscious space. Stay awake within.

In the process, she unexpectedly discovered that the intensity of pollution brought by the Book of Three Days was not as difficult to resist as she had imagined.Although Ella is reluctant to believe this possibility, it is probably because part of Lilith's divinity was affected by Norbald's "armor".

Because of this extremely lucky and ironic reason, she got more time and opportunities to struggle and resist.

After the ritual of regaining her consciousness, the buildings on the ground immediately returned to their original positions. They were still toy versions of overlapping London neighborhoods, factories and other twisted buildings that impressed her.

Ella had no time to revisit old haunts, and she waved her still naked body covered in a plain gray robe and lining.

This action made Ella discover that in her consciousness space, her own strength had recovered.Although it is not perfect, it can probably use [-]% to [-]% of its usual strength. This figure is already very impressive, and it can be regarded as a pleasant surprise.

After confirming her condition, she immediately leaned towards the inconspicuous and weird house in the city.

While adjusting the sense of upside-down confusion, she accidentally noticed a small figure sitting with her knees hugged on the top of the coffin-shaped iron-black building.

Her appearance is quite similar to her own, but some parts have been exaggerated intentionally or modified with unknown meaning.

"You're finally here."

The girl still maintains her original posture. If you observe yourself, you will find that her toes are curled up, and her hands intentionally or unintentionally leave her knees to grasp the nearby rivets to fix herself.It seemed that the sea of ​​blood and sticky shadows that had raged in the city had left quite a psychological shadow on the girl.

"Yeah, I'm here. You are a shadow, or a bit of consciousness she left behind."

"How did you know?"

This time, it was Little Shadow's expression that turned into shock, because the other party's reaction was completely different from what she had imagined.

It was as if Ella was the owner who had lived here for a long time, and she was the new guest.

Although this is true in a sense, the latter's personality has already distorted this relationship in his subconscious into a completely opposite statement.

"I knew it from the first day she planted the seeds, but you should be completely different individuals now."

"You even know that?"

The latter pulled his hair vigorously, then sat down on the roof as if giving up, becoming dejected.

"Okay, okay, I shouldn't have listened to the main body and stayed here as a guard, and I shouldn't have given that little lunatic Mephisto a hint when you were about to commit suicide last time... If it wasn't like this , You bastard will not suddenly return to your own consciousness space with such a terrible thing, and still have the opportunity to show off your power in front of me."

"So, what do you want to do here this time? Or are you ready to get down to business?"

Ella looked at her curiously,

"You know more than I think. Sometimes I really wonder if you are a seed she left behind."

"I came back this time to explore the deepest part of my consciousness, to find those memories that I have long forgotten."

Chapter 3 "One"

The shadow in the dream repeated Ella's request, and then suddenly showed a very strange smile.

"Explore the deepest part of consciousness, looking for lost memories?"

"Let me think... How many times have I heard this sentence now? When I heard this sentence last time, what kind of identity did I exist here?"

Ella read something worthy of attention from her words, and asked with a frown:

"What do you mean, where have you guided other people to enter this door before?"

She instantly thought of those people in the material world who had glimpsed the truth of the end in some way, and they came from different eras and even different dimensions.But there are some indescribable connections and clues that link these people's actions together, and even inseparable from each other.

Could it be that they also opened this black iron gate somewhere, this is the invisible connection?

But Aila's reasonable guess was completely denied by the other party.

"How is it possible, this door is unique in all spaces in the universe, and this is your personal consciousness space. Apart from you and a few individuals who are allowed by you and me, what kind of existence is worth it?" Shall I guide you?"

Little Shadow sneered, with full disdain and arrogance in his tone.

Use your fingers to wrap your hair around and curl it up, but these soft strands slide down without any resistance.

She just stared at Ella with her rose red eyes through the gap in her silver hair.

"Are my words really hard to understand, or are you simply unwilling to believe this fact?"

An unspeakable panic was fleeting in Ella's consciousness, and she subconsciously said the answer.

"Isn't it the first time we met, and the person you picked up before that was also me?"

"Oh, who knows? I have a very poor memory, and I don't remember anything after so long—but at least part of your sentence is correct, and it's true that it's not the first time we've met. "

"Have you forgotten me? Obviously I have helped you so many times, but you are so ruthless?"

The little girl squinted her eyes and looked down at Ella with her chin propped on her hands on the roof, her elegant lines looming under this movement.

Her expression looked a little pitiful for a moment.

It was the first time Ella knew that she could make such a provocative and charming expression with her own face, which made her feel a little physically uncomfortable.

Even the mixed blood succubus Elaine is just a child holding a wooden stick who uses this superficial instinct in comparison.

"you help me?"

This strange but familiar feeling made the girl recall the first time she faced the shadow in the Sibilla Mine many years ago, compared with the more friendly and divine shadow now.In this ritual space, she still retains the original——

No, not right.

It wasn't just a matter of experience, Ella suddenly noticed something fundamentally different.

Shadow doesn't like this body. Except for the years when he disappeared, the former is not even willing to use this image too much unless necessary.

But the girl in front of her didn't show the slightest repulsion, she even acted quite adaptable and flexible. Even if the seed was left by the shadow shortly after leaving the treasure room and gave birth to self-awareness, she shouldn't have acted like this.

"You're not just a spiritual seed left by the shadow—"

Ella recalled when she first met Shadow, her first guess was:

"You are Yafum."

The girl's smile became secretive, and she was silent for a few minutes.