Surprised me into a goddess of light

"Because of your contribution, no matter what request you have, the emperor will try his best to meet it."

She looked at the grand commander kneeling in the hall, and said: "The elf kneeling in front of you questioned the royal status of Saintess Lulu, and disrespected the benefactor of the elves, plus it was not good for defending the city. Wrong. Now, she is at your disposal."

The Grand Commander has been kneeling since entering the hall, with his head lowered, his expression calm. Even if the Empress asked me to deal with her, she didn't respond.

I raised my eyebrows slightly and said, "I dispose of her? Is it okay to let her sign a contract with me and become my attendant?"

This can be said to make the Grand Commander my slave in disguise, which is absolutely unacceptable for an elf like the Grand Commander who hates humans.

The queen glanced at her and said lightly: "Yes."

Hearing these two words, the Grand Commander trembled and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth and remained silent.

Catherine and Hilfis' expressions changed slightly, and they wanted to say something, but they also didn't make a sound.

I sighed softly and said, "No need, I don't need her as a servant, let her reflect on herself."

The queen didn't seem to care about my handling, she said good-bye casually, and then calmly said to the commander-in-chief: "In this case, get up, Wendy, and return to your position, and write down the sin for now."

"Yes."

Wendy stood up silently. After Queen Michelle returned, she was no longer the leader of the three elves, but Michelle's chief guard officer, wearing a sinful body.

She walked behind Michelle on the left side, with a calm face, and stood with her hands down.

Michelle looked at Izayoi and me, and said: "The emperor thanks the two envoys of the Apocalypse Academy for their help. The Forest of Elves will establish a long-term friendship with the Apocalypse Academy. And, the emperor will never refuse."

I nodded, knowing that the queen was referring to the two apocalyptic knights of carnage and famine.

Although I don't know why the queen said this to the two students, she still replied seriously: "Okay, I will tell Dean Xavier."

Michelle hummed, and said sincerely: "Miss Eve, and your fellow sword master classmate, you are welcome to stay in the holy city of Ukert for a few more days. As a famous historical city where elves originated, there are many things worth visiting. If you have any ideas and requests, you can submit them to the emperor at any time."

She paused, looked at me again with that complicated look, and said in a polite but irrefutable tone: "Now, the emperor wants to discuss something with the saint Lulu, please leave first, the ranger guards in front of the hall I will be your guide, and if you don’t want them to follow, you can enjoy it yourself.”

Michelle wants to discuss the matters of the elves with Xiaolu. As humans, Izayoi and I can't stay any longer.

I bowed politely and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, then we will leave first."

I dragged Izayoi away from the temple.

In the hall, Xiaolu watched us leave, then turned her head and looked at Michelle again.

Michelle also retracted her eyes, looked at Xiaolu with deep silver eyes, and said in a deep tone: "Saint Lulu, what is the World Tree breath on Miss Eve?"

......

Outside the hall, Izayoi and I held an umbrella and strolled through the streets of the ancient Wangcheng.

Although I don't like shopping, and it's not suitable for shopping on rainy days, it's still very interesting to have Izayoi next to me.

In the heavy golden rain, the entire royal city has a somewhat solemn temperament, and the elves on the street are not in the usual cheerful and lively mood, but some simple shops and scenic spots are still open.

Of course, under the Queen's order, even if it is not open, as long as we want to go, it will automatically become open.

Izayoi and I chatted while visiting, and occasionally used magic spar to buy some novel elf specialties as souvenirs.

Until night fell, several rangers took us to a luxurious tree house outside the temple to rest, but we didn’t see Xiaolu either.

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Soul Singer Elven Forest West, outside the core area, on the edge of Silvermoon City.

At night, the forest elf cemetery.

Under the dark night, the golden-red rain of blood looked a little terrifying, smashing fiercely on the pale green stone tombstones.

Amidst the sound of falling rain, a sealed tomb suddenly made a sound in an unremarkable corner of the cemetery.

Gray-black magic power oozes from the ground, the tombstone is slowly pulled up, and a slightly pale, old man's hand sticks out from the soil.

Gust pushed away the stone slab that sealed the pit, lifted the lid of the coffin, and slowly sat up in the coffin, looking around blankly.

The memory of the old man is still in the process of being imprisoned by the empress, his body and soul being shattered into fragments, then continuously recovered, then burned into ashes, and recovered continuously, until he couldn't stand it anymore and forced himself to explode.

Tier [-] is really hard to kill, which also means death will be painful.

Gust was stunned for a few minutes before he realized that this was left behind by him. He realized half of it, the predecessor of the fourth-order high-level unique spiritual law, taboo magic: reincarnation of the dead.

This was a magic that he himself was not sure about, yet it succeeded.

Gust died, but he was also resurrected. He was resurrected on a third-order peak forest elf undead who also has the affinity of the three elements of darkness, earth, and fire.

Therefore, Tier [-] is really hard to kill.

Gust glanced at his right hand, the gray and white bone ring on his index finger was still there, but his own state had dropped from the middle level of the fourth level to the peak level of the third level as this body.

This is the price of taboo reincarnation magic. He will inevitably maintain the peak state of the third level for more than a year before he can recover the level of the initial level of the fourth level, and it is difficult to reach the middle level of the fourth level again.

Although the third-order peak is already a top master figure in the mainland, to the original Gust, he is just an ant that can be killed easily.

Feeling the long-lost, extremely scarce and weak magic power compared to the fourth-order, Gust stood up slowly, drenched in blood, and walked out of the cemetery in silence.

He just wants to keep a low profile now, and prevent anyone from the Queen, the Apocalypse Academy, or even the Dark God Sect from discovering him until he passes through a year of weakness.

This shouldn't be too difficult, Gust thought.

He walked to the exit of the cemetery and saw a circle of iron fences. He subconsciously wanted to fly out as gracefully as before, and then remembered that he could no longer fly.

Gust sighed, stretched out his hand to push away the iron bars, but suddenly froze.

Outside the fence, two figures with deep temperament stood one behind the other, standing in the blood rain, looking at him quietly.

The figure in front is wearing a dark golden mask, with half black and half white hair, and a bright red robe depicting simple stripes. The figure behind is wearing a silver gray mask, has silver gray hair and a pair of silver gray eyes, and is wearing a black tuxedo.

Gust's pupils shrank slightly, and he said in a cold voice: "Twilight Council, soul singer Deng Lun, how did you find this place?"

The man with the dark gold mask smiled and said, "Undead Monarch, Mr. Gust, why should you be so surprised? I was able to find you, naturally, because someone from your church revealed your whereabouts to me."

The dark god religion...revealed his whereabouts...the only one who can guess his reincarnation ability is the great priest who listened to the oracle.

Could it be that the oracle priest is a traitor?

Gust was in a complicated mood, silent for two seconds, and said, "Deng Lun, what is your purpose?"

The man in the dark gold mask, that is, Deng Lun chuckled and said, "It's very simple, I want the ring in your hand."

Gust frowned. Deng Lun possesses affinity with the three elements of light, fire and water. As a legendary summoner and spiritual master in the middle of the fourth rank, he naturally involves the realm of the soul. This dark-type undead artifact ring is very important He is equally useful.

And with his current third-tier battle strength, it is impossible to keep this ring, and he can't even protect himself.

The Dark God Cult now only has two artifacts in total, and one is about to be lost. The oracle priest... what is he thinking?Is this also the instruction of the Dark Supreme God?

Gust took a deep breath, suppressed his unwillingness, took off the gray and white bone ring from his right hand, stretched out his hand, and said solemnly: "Deng Lun, I will give you the ring."

Deng Lun smiled slightly, and under the control of his spiritual power, the bone ring floated lightly and fell into his palm.

"The Dark God Cult is such a waste, what a precious undead artifact, it was almost buried in the hands of the Elf Queen..."

Deng Lun sighed, and slowly put on the ring, experiencing the soul-holding power of the ring of the curse of the undead, and the increase in the magical power of the artifact level, the gray eyes under the mask gradually deepened the smile.

Gust ignored the two of them, turned and walked towards the other side of the cemetery.

However, behind him, a young laugh suddenly sounded: "Mr. Gust, did we ever say we would let you go?"

Gust stagnated, turned around slowly, looked at the silver-grey masked man behind Deng Lun, and said coldly: "Does the Twilight Council want to start a war with the Dark God Cult?"

The silver-grey masked man touched his chin, and said in a frivolous tone: "War? No, no, respected senior undead monarch, you made a mistake."

"You covered up all the truth and resurrected alone in the elf cemetery. No one in the Dark God Sect knew about it. Then we killed you here, and who would know?"

"Hehe, the Dark God Cult will only know that the one who killed you was Queen Michelle, so what does it have to do with my Twilight Council?"

Indeed, if he died here, the people of the God Cult would only think that he died at the hands of the Queen, and if he left, after recovering his strength, he would definitely trouble the Twilight Council.

In terms of emotion and reason, neither of these two people will let themselves go.

After Gust figured this out, he felt cold all over his body, and suddenly let out a long roar, raised his right hand towards the cemetery, and burned all the magic power of the third-order peak in a suicidal manner.

Countless beams of dazzling red light shot out from his palm, blasting around, trying to destroy the elf cemetery, leaving some traces behind.

However, those red lights suddenly stagnated in mid-air, as if they were easily grasped by an invisible big hand, and then crushed into dazzling bright red spots.

Deng Lun played with the newly obtained bone ring artifact in his hand, and the majestic spiritual power of the fourth-level middle-level spiritual system holy magister surged out, spreading across the entire cemetery like a tide, forming a physical force field manipulation like telekinetic power, destroying Lost all of Gust's attacks.

Then, he tilted his head slightly, and glanced at Gust with his deep gray eyes.

Gust's expression was suddenly sluggish, and the red light in his palm was also stagnant, as if he had been dazzled by excessive data ideas and lost his ability to think.

The holy magister of the fourth-level spiritual system is one of the most threatening magic professions below the fourth-level. It can create illusions to deceive others, manipulate the five senses of the other party, and even forcibly control their behavior, read and modify memories, and leave thoughts. wait.

Ordinary third order without absolute life field, without any resistance.

With Deng Lun's ability, he can modify the memory and cognition of millions of ordinary people in a small country within a few minutes, and realize whatever he wants.

Gust slowly raised his right hand and aimed the blood-red necromancer at his head.

......

In the core area of ​​the Elven Forest, in a secluded place, there is a glowing lake.

The rain of blood suddenly fell all over the sky, shooting through the lake like an arrow, and splashing crystal clear, dancing water like blood-colored butterflies.

The golden red raindrops kept merging into the azure lake, but what was strange was that after such a long time of blood rain, the lake still kept its original blue color, like a cool emerald, clear and clear.

By the lakeside, on the bluestone slab, there are two slender figures holding two thin oil-paper umbrellas.

The rain of blood splashed down, splashing water and mud, but the two of them were dressed in white, spotless, not even a trace of blood rain.

The corners of the squint-eyed boy's mouth were slightly curled up, with a fox-like smile, and he asked curiously: "Mr. Samuel, that necromancer of the Dark God Sect is about to die, we really don't need to help ?"

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On the surface, Samuel has brown hair and brown eyes, is gentle and courteous, and is a very "quiet" or bookish teacher, but after getting in touch with him, I got to know more about his profound knowledge and demeanor. , and feel that he is bookish, arrogant and restrained.

He held up the skinny oil-paper umbrella, and replied gently: "No need, classmate Christine."

"Teacher likes your love very much, but the mage of the dark sect has reached his fate and is doomed to fall. We don't need to intervene to modify his fate."

"Fate?"

The squint-eyed boy tilted his head, and said in confusion, "Mr. Samuel, I have a question."

"Is there a predestined fate in this world? If we save that mage, wouldn't his fate change? Then what's the meaning of your 'fate has come'?"

Samuel chuckled and shook his head, and said, "You misunderstood, classmate Christine, destiny is doomed, but it is not static."

He explained carefully like a patient teacher: "The so-called destiny is composed of two completely different concepts of 'fate' and 'luck'. The combination of these and others represents the process of the transformation of specific objects in time and space..."

Halfway through Samuel's speech, Christine looked away, as if being attracted by the falling leaves in the blood rain.

He took off a green leaf casually, wiped the golden red raindrops on it, and said in a distressed tone: "Teacher, can you speak more simply? I don't understand."

Samuel knew that he was pretending to be stupid on purpose, but he didn't care. Instead, he asked with a smile, "Christine, if you roll a dice in an absolutely closed container, can you guess its result?"

Without external interference, with Christine's IQ and perception, he can easily complete the calculation of the dice speed, angle, gravity, resistance, including temperature and air humidity, etc., deduce all the curves of the dice, and then know the result .

"of course can."

Christine picked up the wiped green leaf, and said in a vague voice: "Teacher, you want to say that this universe is like that absolutely closed container. As long as you have enough perception and computing power, you can understand all the nature of the universe. Can the fate of everything in the universe be deduced, including the final outcome, through laws and physical rules?"

Samuel shook his head with a smile, and said, "You're very smart, Christine, but that's not the case."

"The fate of everything in the world is different from the dice in a closed container. The rules here not only have unspeakable observation limitations and entanglement effects, but also include wonderful probability clouds and uncertainty principles. The fate of a particle, Under the same basic conditions, completely opposite results may occur."

"It's sad, and arguably interesting, that there is no strict law of causality in the universe, everything is unpredictable, everything is by chance, everything is in an ambiguous superposition state, and the future is unpredictable until events collapse Yes, even Mr. Carmen, who is called the Wheel of Fortune, can only get a glimpse of it."

Christine squinted her eyes, bit the green leaf and thought for a long time before she thought about it: "So, destiny is both destiny and accident. Before it comes, it is a superimposed unknown."

Samuel glanced at him approvingly, and said, "That's right, if we or someone else saved the mage, it does mean that his fate is not yet up, but it is also part of fate."

"Well, although I don't understand it very well, it doesn't matter."

Christine complained casually: "The life and death of that guy has nothing to do with me, and fate is something that ordinary people like me can't comprehend, but Mr. Samuel..."

He paused, looked at the sparkling lake, and asked doubtfully, "What are we going to do here?"

Under the rain of golden red blood, the lake water rippled everywhere, but it was still as clear and clear as before, like a crystal clear magic spar, without any impurities.

Holding an umbrella, Samuel walked a few steps along the bluestone road to the lake embankment.

"Send a letter."

His voice is very gentle, and his eyes are also very gentle. Looking at the clear and shining lake, it is like looking at the most precious and beautiful things in the world.

Christine followed behind him, seeming to have guessed something, his expression changed slightly, and he said, "Send the letter? Is this the one that the Dark God Cult has been looking for..."

Samuel smiled and said: "Yes, Christine. This lake is the legendary forbidden place of the elves, connecting the core of the world tree body of the nine planes: the Well of Eternity."