Chapter 141 Taboo Usurper
The wind and snow were blowing, the ground was silent, and the candlelight did not flicker.
Under her fingertips was the familiar coldness that Vifiya was familiar with.
She slowly raised her head, her dazed pupils trying to focus, trying to see the face in front of her clearly again.
The warm breath fell on the frozen river surface, but did not bring any changes.
She closed her eyes.
She always knew that sadness was useless, and all impulses and sorrows should end here.
She heard her own faint breathing and her heart was beating as usual.
The sadness should end here.
Any negative emotions will affect her judgment.
The balls covered with spikes were swallowed one by one in the narrow throat, tearing the fragile skin and making a bloody mess.
There was a moment of disorder in breathing, and then the steady beating of the heart smoothed out all the blood that was trying to burst out of the blood vessels.
Until everything returns to its original state.
Vifiya opened her eyes, and her red pupils were as calm as ever. No matter what was hidden behind them, no one would be able to see it clearly.
This is unnecessary. Friends will be worried if they see it, and enemies will be happy if they see it. So, it is enough for you to know it alone.
She carefully tidied Neve's messy hair, straightening it out strand by strand.
It never mattered whether Niv really betrayed her.
At this moment, even if they cannot get the answer from the person involved, they also know the answer.
She looked at Isidore, her eyes glancing at his bloodied but intact right hand. She asked, "Can you do me a favor?"
Seeing that she seemed to have returned to normal, Isidore and Arnold still couldn't let go of their worries.
Isidore took a step forward, which was his answer. He would not refuse her no matter what.
Vifiya's gaze returned to Neveu, her eyes gentle. "Move her to where we live in Hov Yalin and put her on my bed."
Her voice was soft, afraid of disturbing the people in front of her: "Neve, let's go back."
She led her away from the pool of blood and stood aside with her head down. Under the light, Neve left here safely.
Vifia's eyes fell on Isidore's right hand again: "Sorry."
His right hand had fallen to his side, and he wiped the blood from the palm of his hand with his thumb. He hurriedly treated himself because he didn't want to hear her apology.
"You don't need to apologize," he said.
Vifiya didn't want to say anything more at this time. She knew that she should say more to Isidore because of her injury, but she no longer had the energy to do so.
She walked towards the body of Raylord not far away.
Arnold said, "I checked. He was killed by a sharp weapon that hit him in the heart. Judging by the wound marks, it was a dagger."
Vifiya squatted down and observed Raylord's wound. He was actually dead.
It's obvious who killed him.
Neve solved a problem for her and also helped all of them in this turmoil.
Neve has always been smart.
She stood up and didn't intend to pay attention to Raylord. As for the promise she had made to Kaharun to tell him about the source of the magic ball on Raylord's body, she already had her own guess.
She looked at the statue of the goddess in the dark room, and the candlelight cast a shadow on Her face.
If she goes to the next life, if Lei Luode still remembers what happened in this life, he will definitely try his best to kill Niv, and he will definitely try his best to wait for her to take action.
He must be killed before he can do anything to Neve.
Next, she glanced back and forth in the dark room and found that all traces of the fight had been erased.
"I think..." Arnold said at the right moment, "We need to fake it as suicide."
For a person with a crazy temperament, everything he does is normal.
As he said this, Isidore cleaned up all the blood and traces of the second person in the dark room.
He thought about it and had no intention of hiding it: "Someone forcibly prolonged her life."
Without waiting to see Vifiya and the others' reactions, he looked towards the empty corner.
Prolonging life belongs to another category of magic, and it is also a violation of the rules of the world. Sallys would never let them touch this thing.
All forms of life belong to God, life belongs to creation, and creation belongs to the exclusive authority of the goddess Lehomie.
He stared at that spot, unmoved. "There once was a strange group of magicians called the Usurpers. They loved to challenge the rules and control life. Four hundred years ago, this group was brought down with the 'Wrath of the World,' and none of them were spared."
"Not everyone is spared." A childish voice came from an empty corner, and a woman holding a child stepped out of the magic circle.
The child's gaze fell on Isidore, sensing her hidden magical power. His magic must be stronger than hers, even...
A flash of consideration flashed in her eyes. She had transformed her magic power. If it was a magician stronger than her, it would not be easy to detect her magic power. She said: "You are the goddess's favorite."
As if thinking of something, the child taunted, "The goddess's favorite? Is she really a favorite?"
She didn't care about Isidore's attitude and reaction. Her eyes fell on the person she was really interested in, the person she was really willing to show up, the girl.
When the two appeared, Vifiya's calm eyes were fixed on the woman. She had seen this person before, in that space: "Debbie Fiorella."
After he finished speaking, Isidore's expression did not change, but his eyes looked at the woman a little faster.
Arnold concealed his surprise and focused his attention on the woman, a person who was already dead as far as they knew, a person who had died twice in everyone's eyes.
Hearing this name, curiosity filled the child's clear eyes. She said honestly, "Are you talking about Awen? She was indeed called this name before."
She tilted her head towards Arwen and leaned against her neck: "Hello, you can call me Helena."
Her smile was pure, and her eyes showed her unconcealed interest in Vifiya. Her gaze passed through her and lingered on her shoulder for a moment as if inadvertently: "I know you, Vifiya, you are really the same as I imagined..."
There was a hint of amusement in his innocent eyes: "My whole body is full of secrets."
The tentative words did not cause any fluctuation in Vifia. She could judge without thinking that Helena in front of her did not know her secret. At most, she saw something different in her.
She stared at the woman who remained silent and asked, "Is she dead?"
It was a very impolite question, and she asked it so directly.
Helena didn't feel offended. She moved, and Arwen put her down steadily.
She skipped around in place, smoothing out the wrinkles on her skirt. She raised her head, her smile as always on her lips: "As you can see, Awen is indeed dead."
Dead, but here she is.
Isidore quickly thought, "Are you still trying to control your life?"
"No." Helena shook her head and explained patiently, "I think I have an obligation to correct two of your mistakes. First, it's me. Second, this doesn't count as controlling life. At most, it's breaking the rules and pushing the boundaries of life."
She looked in Isidore's direction, turned back and patted Awen's skirt and said seriously: "Dear, this is not a resurrection."
If she was really resurrected, not only would she only be a child now, it would be another matter whether she could even stand here safely.
"A puppet?"
Helena looked towards the knight who had spoken and said in surprise, "Yes, you guessed it right! Awen can indeed be considered a puppet now."
Vifiya's gaze fell on Awen again: "Why did she become your puppet?"
She didn't expect Helena to really answer this question. It was still unclear whether she was a friend or an enemy. The only thing that was certain was that she had no ill intentions.
Helena turned her head and smiled a smile that was not that of a child: "A deal."
"A deal where both parties can achieve what they want."
She took a step forward and walked towards Vifiya.
Isidore and Arnold took a few steps forward to block Vifia's way.
Helena stopped and looked straight ahead at the silver eyes that seemed to be filled with magic. She said with some ill intention, "I think you should care about her more than me."
His eyes passed over Isidore and met Vifiya's.
"Don't you know? Her very existence is a challenge to the rules of the world."
As the last usurper left in the world, she would definitely not be wrong.
They challenge God's authority and try to seize God's power. They have been associated with the so-called "unruly" for years, and what they are most familiar with is the unreasonable.
The magic in the air was squeezing, pushing into her body along with her breath, crushing her internal organs. Her brow twitched fiercely, and she ignored Isidore's warning, staring at Vefiya as if nothing had happened, and spoke with difficulty:
"A superimposed taboo that shouldn't exist."
The dense and fine ice spikes instantly pressed against her neck, causing blood to splatter.
The teleportation array under Awen's feet, who was standing still, lit up quickly, and his figure suddenly appeared behind Vifiya.
Arnold's eyelids twitched, sensing something, and subconsciously took a few steps behind Vifiya and drew his sword.
The next second, three magic circles spun rapidly from above and to the left and right of her, producing three sharp flying blades that pressed her neck against the triangle formed by the flying blades.
With just a slight movement of Isidore's fingertips, he could cut off her head in an instant.
"Awen." The sound caused the icy thorn to pierce his throat even deeper, causing a slight vibration. "Don't move."
The woman who was about to move forward desperately stopped.
The red eyes moved from Helena to Isidore, who had completely exposed his back to her.
No one saw the scrutiny and observation hidden within those calm eyes, the flash of golden light, and the faintly visible five-petal flower.
Isidore didn't look back. His aura was the same as before. He said softly, "Vifiya, I'll take you back first."
Before she and Arnold could say anything, the magic circle suddenly lit up and sent them back to the stone house.
The last trace of emotion in the silver pupils disappeared from the moment that person left the dark room.
There is nothing inside, like a dead object, a piece of ice standing on the sea without any emotion no matter how the world changes.
It will not look sideways because of the waves swallowing the ship, nor will it lose sight because of the landslide and the shaking of the mountains.
It doesn't care.
The candlelight flickered violently, and in the dark room was his unhidden magic.
Strong magic power gathered in the small dark room. Helena's pupils shrank, and the heavy pressure on her cut every inch of her skin. She did not smell her own blood, but felt a sharp pain inside like a knife, and her throat was sealed and she could not make any sound.
Beneath the child's face was unspeakable pain and suppressed fear. This time, it was more than just a warning.
I gradually lost my breath and my eyes became blurry and blurry.
When the body protested and the discomfort almost reached its peak, all the restraints were suddenly released.
Helena lay on the ground, sweat mixed with tears dripping onto the ground, breathing in the hard-earned air in big gulps.
As her heart beat wildly, her eyes gradually became clear. She raised her head and looked forward, with unconcealable fear in her eyes.
Can this really be considered a person?
She couldn't help but shudder. She couldn't sense his humanity. He had seemed so normal before.
The goddess's favorite can also be a monster, like him, a monster in human skin without any humanity.
Is this what God’s favorite truly looks like this time?
Even after sidling on the edge of death, Helena still managed to force a laugh, her voice hoarse: "Hey, darling, did you actually see it?"
"With your perception of the world, from the very beginning, from the first moment you saw her, you already knew and understood that she was different."
The eyes of the world's last usurper gleamed sharply.
"What are you covering up for her?"
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