She Is Not a Witch

It was night, and a flutter of wings descended from the high sky.

The residents of Gu Nuo City were still sound asleep, but the bells suddenly rang incessantly in the city, and the sound of horns overwhelmed the sound of horns. One after another, elite soldiers quickly picked up their weapons, climbed onto the city wall, and prepared to fight.

In the late autumn night, the noisy and noisy crows weighed down like thick dark clouds. These gray-black-winged birds covered the night sky, and their eyes glowed with a deep purple gleam, like thousands of birds in the dark sky. The ghostly fire wandered around, staring at the city under the night with bewitching eyes.

"Fire!" The sergeants began to direct the soldiers to shoot, but they couldn't kill the Howling Crows flying in the air.

Suddenly, as if they had received some order, the crows began to flap their wings in a strangely neat rhythm, as if they had received some order, and then circled in the sky, forming a giant purple vortex in the sky.

It seems that the cold wind from the abyss **** spreads down from the sky and blows towards the city. This kind of wind penetrates the walls and eaves, even if you hide in a tight bed, you cannot escape, making hundreds of thousands of people below tremble. trembling.

The lights in the city began to go out one by one, whether it was the oil lamp in front of the bed, the street lamp by the street, the lantern in the hands of passers-by, or the burning brazier on the city wall. .

The lights on the ground seemed to be swallowed by an invisible black monster, until the earth became as dark as the sky, and the only sound in the world was the flapping wings of the sky.

In this swirling vortex, a faint eye begins to emerge, and a huge and nameless fear arises in everyone's hearts. This eye pupil seems to freeze the body, and there is no secret in itself, and everything is nakedly exposed in this reality. In his eyes, accepting the doomsday sentence.

The world is quiet and silent.

Time seems to have passed hundreds of years, but only for a moment. When people on the earth feel that their thinking seems to be frozen, a melodious flute pierces the silence and sounds in the night.

Then, in the eyes of everyone, a figure in a white dress slowly rose.

Emerald butterfly wings gradually formed behind her, and as the girl flew, tiny particles of light sprinkled down, embellishing the oppressive sky.

The pupil in the sky turned accordingly, staring closely at the figure that was slowly taking off.

In a corner that is difficult for ordinary people to notice, the wings on the back of the girl began to glow gray and white, like a rock, but it was quickly washed away by the emerald green brilliance and recovered, and so on and on, gray and emerald green flickered on the edge of the wings, one by one. A danger and vulnerability pervades.

Flying in mid-air, the wings behind Lorraine Hill became heavier and heavier, like boulders, and his body seemed to be a lot stiffer, and his thinking was interrupted for a few microseconds from time to time, giving him the illusion that he might stop at any time.

Before meeting the enemy, she was already on the brink of failure.

However, everything was not over yet. After the girl appeared, the crows flying in the sky stopped again, flapping their wings on the spot, and then their bodies swooped down from the sky like arrows.

Purple meteors pierced the sky one after another, and their momentum was so dense that almost the entire sky was completely dyed purple.

Under the influence of special magic power, these crows gradually blurred their bodies, and finally turned into a fleeting streamer, piercing towards the girl in the air with an indomitable momentum.

And the girl in the sky seemed to be frozen, her wings turned gray, countless purple meteors pierced her body, thousands of streamers tore her body apart, and then gushed out from the front of her body.

Such a scene is like a giant funnel in the sky, and these purple meteors are like high-speed sand grains, passing through the small pure white node in the middle, and swarming downward.

The dense meteors tearing apart the soul body seemed to be endless, throwing up and down the slender body in the sky like a broken doll from time to time.

'No...' On the ground below, Geweier stared blankly at the sky in thin clothes, feeling a little cold in his palms.

Could this be the true strength hidden by the empire? It was so terrifying that she couldn't even detect where the other party was or how many levels it was.

In the sky, that Miss Jialan of Sequence 6 died tragically on the spot. Could this be the fate that all of us are about to face.

In the dark pupils, the tiny white shadows were thrown up and down from time to time, and everyone's hearts began to sink to the bottom.

A tall and strong man with an ax roared on the ground, but he couldn't make any sound, as if he was swallowed by the invisible darkness.

In a corner of the barracks, a man wearing glasses commanded the crowd to pull out the cannon, but he could never ignite any flames, and it was difficult for a single spark to appear in the dark night.

All good beliefs are easily shattered in the face of the cold reality, making people suffocated by boundless despair.

Everything in consciousness was so chaotic that Lorraine Hill couldn't even perceive his own existence.

who I am?

One after another pictures flashed at high speed, they were all irrelevant and fragmented, among them were high-rise buildings, a boundless starry sky, a certain dim night desk, a certain shadow running in the fields, and a lost walk. A lonely figure on the street.

The characters in the picture are all different, and their identities are also very different. There are lonely workers in the city, ignorant students in school, children walking on country roads, girls flying in the forest, and bustling schools. Students in class, and an oriental girl weaving bracelets by the fire.

The memory seems to be disrupted, and the soul is also torn into countless pieces, forming a mottled and messy puzzle, making it difficult to see the original appearance.

The pupils of the young girl in the air slowly lost their luster and fell slowly, like broken feathers.

Looking at the lonely white pieces on the chessboard, Tidess closed her eyes slightly and prayed silently in her heart.

It was the first time she had prayed since Dorothy had been gone for hundreds of years. She is a witch and does not believe in gods, but even a witch has fragility and powerlessness that she has to face.

Although the witches maintain peace on the surface~www.readwn.com~, the hatred and conflicts in the past are still unsolved. The witches of the old and new eras have different concepts, and they cannot be recognized by words alone. .

Since the death of Artatis, no one has been able to unite all the witches. Now Lorraine Hill's attempt can be described as an adventure, but the witches on the opposite side are indeed stubborn and merciless.

If the newly born witch can't survive this test, it will repeat everything in the past, the two sides will face each other coldly, and there will be no chance of reunion.

‘Whether it’s the sun or the moon, since you created us witches, please bless that girl, it’s already such a sad and cold situation, let me have a sweet dream. '

In the dark night sky, the girl fell slowly, her blue hair faded and returned to pale silver.

Then, a purple-red apple slowly appeared in front of him.

Dark and poisonous, coquettish and weird.