Chapter 28 The Reasons for the Existence of Elves and God Osha

Severe pain permeated every nerve in this body, attacking Vifiya's consciousness with precision, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

The owner of the body made no sound, and Vifiya knew that she was also suffering.

Even so, Vifiya did not put down the black thorn in her hand, and the blood on her palm dripped along the black thorn.

Her chest constricted and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The red mist at her wrist rose rapidly and wrapped around her palm, even covering the black thorn.

This is an extremely eye-catching red in the white light.

Before Vifiya could think about what it was, she found that the pain in her body had actually eased.

The resistance of the white light also weakened. She was able to catch her breath and without thinking, she clenched the black thorn again and took a difficult step.

Every tiny movement of the body affects the wounds all over the body, bringing excruciating pain.

She knew very well that she had only one choice: to move forward and kill the Cyclops.

Blood continued to flow from the corners of her mouth, and the blood droplets from the cuts on her body were blown behind her by the magical wind.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Suddenly, a stronger beam of light from the white light hit her waist.

There was no way to escape, and before she came to this conclusion, her body had already reacted instinctively.

He suddenly exerted force with his right hand, and the red mist surrounding the black thorn suddenly became brighter red, and the black thorn actually cut off the light.

Not only that, the red light rushed forward rapidly, like an extremely sharp blade in the white light, carving a path to the monster that put them in danger.

The moment the one-eyed bone beast appeared in Vifiya's eyes, she ran towards it at a rapid speed, regardless of the severe pain that her movements would cause.

The red mist moved so fast that one of the Cyclops's claws was cut off, and brown-yellow blood spurted out, followed by its wails.

Vifiya jumped suddenly, raised the black thorn, and faced the human figure that was cut in half in the eyes of the one-eyed bone beast. Before it could react, she attacked its eyes fiercely.

The body was in indescribable pain, and the legs were pierced by the black thorns on its body.

Vifiya clearly heard the sound of black thorns piercing its eyes, a dull, turbid sound, like a stone being thrown into mucus.

The one-eyed bone beast went crazy in an instant and swung in a huge arc. Vifiya grabbed it tightly and took advantage of the opportunity to pierce its eyes with the black thorn in her other hand.

The blood splattered on her face, causing a burning sensation.

The wailing of the one-eyed bone beast was heard in her ears, and its intact sharp claws attacked Vifiya's heart directly. The red mist on the black thorns was like rising flames. She turned sideways and cut off the claws!

Its eyes became confused again, and countless eyeballs kept spinning, trying to form the shape of the Hanged Man again.

How could Vifiya do as it wished? Her blood flowed down the black thorns, and she stabbed its eyes again and again without caring about her life.

After an unknown amount of time, the Cyclops fell silent, and the mucus and eyeball fragments in its eyes flowed out, leaving only an empty shell in the entire eye.

There was silence all around, with only her heavy breathing as the sound.

She slowly stood up and lifted her pierced foot. She could no longer tell where the pain was.

The white light had long since disappeared, and everything returned to its original state.

She looked horrifying at this moment, disheveled and covered in blood, with no warmth in her body.

She turned her head slightly, her eyes icy cold as she looked at the remaining bone-eyed beasts expressionlessly. Many of their eyes were still rolling wildly, some with greed, some with fear, but all of them were staring at her.

She opened her mouth, her voice unusually hoarse, and uttered four words without any emotion: "What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a thicker red mist burst out from her wrist.

The bone beasts seemed to have seen something terrifying, their eyes fixed, with only one emotion - fear.

They retreated in panic, crowded together, even hurt their own kind, and fled in panic.

Vifiya only felt something passing through her body quickly from behind, and her eyes were slightly dimmed for a moment, and very warm.

A deep, thunderous sound resounded through the sky.

Vifiya saw clearly what appeared before her; it was a dragon.

But it can be seen that this is just the shadow of a dragon.

Another dragon roar was heard, but the bone beasts were directly pierced and torn to pieces by the dragon, and they couldn't even make a wail before death.

The dragon flipped over and stopped steadily, facing Vifiya. Even though its black scales were not solid, they emitted a faint colorful luster, and its whole body was gorgeous.

Vifiya's eyes gradually became surprised and her heart was pounding.

It was a dragon, but it was not the Buma Lingdale recorded in the Segarot Empire. The appearance of the dragon in front of her was very different from the one recorded in Buma Lingdale, but it was the appearance that Vifiya was more familiar with.

His back body was curled up, his long tail was swaying from side to side, his claws were like eagle claws, and the horns on his head were like deer antlers. Although there was no wind, his dragon's beard and hair were fluttering in the wind.

The golden pupils met Vifia's eyes, and she could see the stripes at the bottom of the dragon's eyes and a strangely shaped five-petal flower.

The voice that came from my ear was deep, yet kind, as if praising a younger person: "Well done."

Vifia's pupils shrank, and she saw the black dragon in front of her stretched out its claws and gently touched her forehead.

Her consciousness instantly became clear, and even this body that did not belong to her received some healing.

She seemed to hear the slightly tired voice of the girl in her consciousness: "You..."

What followed was the interweaving of two gentle forces, and Vifiya's eyes darkened.

In just a moment, Vifiya saw a light different from the one that had just been suppressed, fresh air, and the aroma of food.

And she could feel the warm touch of two hands on her.

The sudden change of completely different scenes made Vifiya a little dazed for a moment.

It seems like there are two forces moving around in the body, gentle and soothing.

Isidore's urgent voice was in my ears, and his other hand was also raised: "Vefia."

It was Isidore's magic, and the other one, she raised her head slightly and looked at the owner of the hand in front of her, it was Mrs. Duodu.

Mrs. Duodu looked calmly from Kaharun to Isidore, and finally her eyes fell on Vifiya.

The moment her eyes met Vifiya's, Mrs. Duodu was startled. After a while, her slightly surprised look softened and she let go of her hand.

Vifiya could feel one of the forces disappear.

She turned her head and looked in Isidore's direction, only to see that his face was no longer calm, but panicked, and his hands were actually shaking.

Vifiya smiled softly, her tone comforting: "It's okay."

Isidore's expression did not change despite her comfort. Instead, he held Vifiya's hand slightly tighter.

Seeing the emotion in his eyes, Vifiya hesitated. Was that? Fear?

Osa was confused and saw that everyone was facing a serious enemy. Even her mother did not speak up. Even though she wanted to know, she did not ask at this moment.

Isidore stared at Vifiya for a long time and finally pursed his lips to make sure that she was really okay before putting down his hand.

Kaharun, who had been keeping an eye on Isidore, noticed the dissipation of his magic power, and then he quietly withdrew his own magic power.

It's really strange. What on earth did Isidore feel that made him look like that?

Vifia glanced around roughly. Everything in front of her was no different from before she was pulled into that place. In other words, from the time she experienced that incident to now, it was only a moment.

Mrs. Duodu sighed helplessly, which was very obvious in the quiet room, and everyone was attracted by her voice.

Vifiya looked up. Madam Duodu's blue eyes, even deeper than Osa's, were silent and still as she stared at her. "You wanted to see me."

It wasn't a question; her words were filled with certainty.

Upon hearing this, Vifiya's expression did not change, but her heart did skip a beat.

Madame Tardeau held out her hand and continued, "You won't regret it."

Her eyes fell on Mrs. Dordo's hand and she took it without hesitation.

Instead of worrying about everything she saw in that unknown place, it would be better for her to have a chat with the only elf in the East Continent.

This was the best choice she could make based on the current situation. She needed more information and why this elf would take the initiative to find her in this life.

"Mom." Osa couldn't help but speak out. She didn't know why her mother would say such a thing when she met Vifiya for the first time. There seemed to be a tacit understanding between her mother and Vifiya that she didn't know about.

Mrs. Duodu turned her head, her brows and eyes relaxed, no different from the mother Osha usually saw.

Suddenly, Osa seemed to have figured something out and stopped worrying. She looked relaxed and said, "Mom, please speak faster. We haven't eaten yet."

Her always casual mother put down her grin and said matter-of-factly: "Of course."

Vifiya looked at Isidore, signaling him not to worry, and nodded to Kaharun.

After doing this, the two went to another room.

As soon as they sat down, Mrs. Duodu said without beating around the bush: "You know a lot of things, so I'll be frank. Sasha exists because of you."

Even though she had some guesses, such a result still made Vifia tremble. Or rather, she had denied this possibility. How could a person exist because of another person?

Mrs. Duodu turned her head. The dim sunlight shone through the window. The mother smiled self-deprecatingly, her lips bitter. “I hate to say this, but that’s the truth.”

Looking at the elf's beautiful appearance, Vifia couldn't help but feel that this face shouldn't show such an expression.

"This is a deal I made with God." She looked directly at Vifiya, her blue pupils deep, as if she was looking through her, recalling something.

"One day when I was pregnant with Sasha, I met God. God said that my child was destined not to see this world. I didn't believe it, and God knew I didn't believe it. So He gave me two memories, one of mine and one of yours."

Vifia's pupils shrank slightly as Madam Duodu continued, "As far as I can remember, every time, my firstborn child couldn't be born into this world for various reasons. Without exception, this was always hidden by the royal family."

"And your memory is very strange."