Chapter 188 The existence of the rules that cover her up is recognized
The soft flesh and blood of human beings actively touched the sharp cold light.
The boy closed his eyes and concentrated his mind to direct the most powerful force he could sense in his body to his neck.
A crack appeared on the skin, and the blood merged with the blood originally stained on the long sword, until it slid onto the white light at the tip of the sword. Countless fine lines suddenly burst out from the tip of the sword, continuously wrapping around the sword body and extending upwards.
He was not sure if it would work, so he tentatively loosened his grip on the sword. The sword was about to go straight down towards the girl's neck. The thin wire wrapped around it faster and faster, splashing out white light.
It can't be stopped for long.
The boy didn't care about the wound on his neck. He wiped the blood off his hands hurriedly and then turned his attention to the girl.
To him, being alive or dead is the same; it is just a form, just a process of opening and closing eyes.
The silk thread on the girl's neck was shrinking visibly, and he pinched it.
Even though his hands were shaking a little, the boy's expression remained calm.
If you can't interrupt, then cover it up.
He has been excluded all along, but he is still alive because he is also accepted, even if this acceptance is not successful every time.
Just give her the part of him that is accepted. Even if it's not completely covered up, at least it can confuse the rules.
The part of him that is accepted is the part of his soul.
He put his hands to his forehead.
He didn't know how to split his soul, but when he was five years old, malice invaded his body, and under the impact of the force, his soul was torn apart.
In other words, as long as his power is strong enough, tearing the soul apart is possible.
He recalled the route that the malice had taken in his body. As long as he could replicate it, the chances of success would increase significantly.
He closed his eyes and tried hard to find the feeling he had at that time, not rushing around recklessly, but exploring carefully.
The power needs to be stably controlled into an extremely fine line flowing through the body. It is necessary to find the critical point where the power becomes disordered. Only when the power is about to fall into chaos will the layer of power that protects the soul be broken.
The light between the palms became brighter and brighter, and the thread continued to move inside the body. As the thread went deeper, the body began to feel uncomfortable, and then it was difficult to tell where the pain was.
Cold sweat slid down his face and his brows twitched uncontrollably.
Fortunately, I have experienced it once before and it is completely bearable.
While controlling the line, the boy carefully sensed when the power in his body would reach the critical point of chaos.
The final destination of the line is the heart.
Suddenly, there was an explosive tearing sensation in the body, followed by a dense pricking sensation on the skin, and the head hurt so much that it felt like it was about to explode.
The power burst out from the palm and rushed into the chest in an instant. At the moment when it entered the deepest layer of protection and shook, the original power from the owner of the body penetrated quickly and accurately, and suddenly exploded when it touched the soul.
The whole body, from inside to outside, was in severe pain.
The boy trembled uncontrollably, the taste of rust rose up his throat, and the moment blood gushed out, he stepped back suddenly.
Red fell on the green grass.
"Bang." The boy fell to the ground. Even so, he did not let go of his hand. He was almost there.
The blood became nutrients for the grass in big gulps, and the pain in his body made him almost faint.
He bit his lip to prevent himself from making any sound and disturbing the girl's rest.
The palm gradually left the forehead, and a transparent fragment with a faint fluorescent light slowly emerged from the forehead.
At this point, the pain is no longer felt.
The boy stared briefly at the soul fragment that he had trapped with his strength, not caring about his own embarrassment. He hurriedly looked at the longsword, which was still some distance away from the girl's neck, so there was still time.
His chest kept rising and falling, and he tried to sit up, but he was too weak.
It took him a long time to straighten up, but he no longer had the strength to walk.
His knees slowly moved towards the girl, luckily they were not far away from her.
His silver pupils were unfocused, and the blood around his mouth had not yet been dealt with.
He had no thread, so he wanted to create it.
He needed to condense the fragments of his soul into silk threads and wrap them around the surface of the silk threads that belonged to her alone.
The part of him that is accepted by the world covers up the rules of the world on her thread.
It can exist, so there is no need to retract or integrate.
From then on, there was only acceptance, no rules, on her thread.
From then on, her existence was recognized by the world and had to be acknowledged.
The boy stretched out his hand, and transparent fluorescence attached to the surface of her silk thread, along with the silk thread that belonged to her and was wrapped around his wrist.
The long sword hanging above the girl's neck gradually dissipated, and the white light on the tip of the sword also disappeared in an instant.
It worked.
That way, the rules can't find her.
The boy's face turned pale and he smiled contentedly.
He didn't care about death or anything like that, but...
The girl's peaceful sleeping face was in her silver eyes. Thinking of her curved eyebrows, he unconsciously began to imitate her.
As long as her heart was beating, she could see, hear, smell...
Everything she made him feel, see, hear, and smell, she should have experienced it for a long time, and experienced everything that was even more splendid than what he felt.
The torn soul remains in the body, and all the body's strength falls silent.
She wanted to lie down and rest, but he promised to stay with her.
He blinked in realization. No, he had to deal with the bloodstains and not let her find out when she woke up.
He used his power secretly.
He had promised her, but now he was breaking it. He didn't dare let her know.
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"Why, interfere..."
Vifiya ignored the sound in the darkness. She touched her chin and looked at the sword and heart in front of her.
Now that the barrier was gone, she could even touch the sword and the heart, but Vifia still kept her distance from these two things.
Whose heart is it?
Isidore's?
Vifiya's eyes were filled with thought. After all, when she thought about it, she had almost died several times in Sansongta Isidore.
Interfere with Isidore's fate...?
"Do you want to save x?" the voice insisted.
Does x refer to Isidore?
Vefiya stood still. If the heart was Isidore and the sword was the rules of the world, then the rules of the world would demand a price from him...
The voice's question seemed to confirm Vifiya's thoughts: "Didn't you say that you wouldn't save her?"
She did prevent Isidore from getting into trouble many times.
It seemed to make sense, but Vifiya always felt that it wouldn't be that simple.
The black pupils contained a cold light. Was he interfering with her dreams just to convey a few ambiguous words?
Was it to stop her? If she wanted to do it, how could she be shaken by just a few half-spoken words?
The darkness spread silently.
As if she thought of something, Vifiya suddenly straightened her waist with sudden realization.
How could she have forgotten? The dream itself.
Wanting to pass on your own hints from the future is also a way of teetering on the edge of violating the rules of the world.
Her dream itself was created by Qingzhu, and it may contain some of her true feelings, but in the final analysis, the power to maintain the dream comes from Qingzhu.
She thought back to the past, and her dream should have collapsed.
Able to interfere with dreams and maintain dreams under the power of Qingzhu...
Vifiya's eyes moved slightly.
god.
Only God can do this, a false God?
Her expression couldn't help but become solemn. If the false god knew...
No. Would the false gods of the past know that there was a man coming from the future?
Or...
Is it a goddess? If it is a goddess, the dream can probably be interpreted as a warning.
Until the problem becomes clear, she must prepare for the worst-case scenario.
She couldn't help thinking of the old priest's words.
Saint Fagus Island was created by God and abandoned by God. Everyone there, including the entire island, is destined to be abandoned.
St. Fagus Island is one of the most important keyholes of the giant screen.
God will look upon St. Fagus Island one last time.
Before she remembered the past, she didn't understand. Now it seems that if the old priest's words are true...
The more she thought about it, the more frightened Vifiya became.
No matter how the old priest knew, if what he said was true.
Destined to be abandoned, destined to mean that from the beginning, from the beginning to the end, St. Fagus Island will be abandoned no matter what.
Let’s assume that God created St. Fagus Island to make it one of the most important keyholes of the giant screen, and then abandoned it.
Something flashed across Vifiya's lowered eyes.
…
She raised her head.
Therefore, only a false god would do this.
If it was the true goddess Lehomie who created Saint Fagus Island and the false goddess who abandoned Saint Fagus Island, then everything would make sense.
No matter what the goddess Lehomi wants to do, the false god will be able to destroy the goddess' plan by going in the opposite direction.
At this time, it is possible that the goddess Lehomi is still asleep, and the one who controls the island is a false god.
Therefore, the goddess left behind the island of Saint Fagus in order to open the giant curtain one day, and the false god wanted to destroy it, that is, abandon it.
The lock has no keyhole, which is very difficult to do.
Vifia suddenly sneered. It seemed that she had to go back to St. Fagus Island again no matter what.
God will look upon the island of St. Fagus one last time.
Her gaze fell back on the long sword and heart not far away. The most likely person to interfere with the dream now is the false god. Is He giving her a warning?
So, the false god of the past knew that she came from the future.
The false god should want to see her. After all, when she refused to become his saint in the Cathedral of Saint Vasok, he asked her to find him after the matter of Quisili was over.
She never went.
Kui Zhili, she silently repeated these three words in her heart to hide the emotions that emerged.
A cold light flashed in her peripheral vision, and Vifiya stepped back subconsciously. The long sword that was originally hanging above her heart suddenly attacked her.
She nimbly turned sideways, and the long sword passed in front of her eyes. She turned around, and the long sword made a turn and flew towards her again.
She didn't get too close to the sword to prevent the current situation.
Before she could react, the sword suddenly stopped. Vifiya did not let down her guard, even though it was a dream and she might really bleed.
The sword suddenly hummed and the whole sword was trembling. The next second, it flew over her head and fell back over her heart.
Vifiya turned around, her eyes becoming scrutinizing.
The intact heart cracked without any external force.
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