Chapter 49: Return Him to Freedom It laughs at the caged ones, loses and flies into the sky...
In the darkness, Vifiya swallowed the rusty taste in her throat and felt a little breathless, but she didn't dare to relax. She came here right after the battle. The map on the necklace showed that she was underground in the Vatican and was very close to the target area.
She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, ready to strike at any moment.
There was a damp and moldy smell in her nose. She moved her feet slightly and rubbed the ground. The touch of sand and gravel was transmitted to her nerves.
She took a tentative step forward, and in the darkness, a candle lit up, followed by all the candles around it.
The warm orange color failed to dispel the dampness in the space. Vifiya saw her surroundings clearly and at the same time fixed her sight on the person blocking the road ahead.
Someone she wasn't expecting.
The man was dressed in luxurious attire. His white cassock was embellished with golden threads, and the edge of his fiery red cape was decorated with patterns of snow orchid petals. A set of gold jewelry hung around his neck, hanging down to the hem of his clothes. His bishop's mitre, also white, was inlaid with a huge snow orchid gem. He wore half a pair of white leather gloves with plain rings on them, and held a snow orchid staff with a small purple gem.
His dark blond hair was tied into a single braid in front of his chest. When the lights came on, he lazily raised his light purple eyes. The dark circles around his eyes made him look listless.
Vifia recognized him at a glance, Pope Benedict von Hoch, he actually showed up in person.
She secretly adjusted her posture, even though her current condition was not conducive to fighting.
Benedict stared darkly at the uninvited guest before him, whose face he could not see clearly, and said slowly, "Leave now, and God will forgive your sins."
Vifiya did not move or speak, but instead observed his staff under his hood.
She had once foreseen the Pope's attack from afar in the past. Few people knew that the Pope's staff was a product of the heyday of magic four hundred years ago. It was a magical weapon that even ordinary people could use.
Seeing that she didn't show any reaction, Benedict raised his crozier.
Vifiya gripped the hilt of her sword, and just as both of them were about to attack, a magic circle unfolded not far away.
She glanced over from the corner of her eye, her pupils shrank, and she realized that things seemed to be developing in a direction that was unfavorable to her. She quickly adjusted her posture again, took a deep breath, and prepared herself for a one-on-two fight.
What appeared was a chain golem, identical to the one that had brought her to Ulucia in the Atesaki Mountains.
Benedict glanced at the chain golem indifferently, and finally set his eyes on Vifia again.
A white beam of light burst out from her staff, and she prepared for defense. At the same time, the chain golem suddenly moved, blocking the attack for Vifia, and then the chain rotated and attacked Benedict!
Surprise appeared in the eyes of both of them. The Pope cast defensive magic, but had to hide aside. The chain golems attacked intensively, and Benedict could not help but dodge. By the time he stopped and came to his senses, he was already far away from the intersection.
Vefia hadn't anticipated the chain golem's actions. She didn't have time to consider why it had done so. The opportunity had already been presented to her, so why not seize it? She took a running step and ran forward.
Before the chain golem's next attack, Benedict stared at her figure, his tired light purple pupils gleaming with coldness.
Vifiya ran without stopping, following the map instructions given by the necklace. The bloody taste in her throat lingered in her mouth for a long time.
Finally, she stopped at a wall painted with mulberry flowers.
She knew there was a dragon behind the wall.
The flowers above are lifelike, as if they really grow here, but unfortunately, they are not.
As Vifiya approached, she saw that the edges of the flowers were mottled and the center was brightly colored. It was not difficult to tell how many times this mural had been repainted.
It's very strange. Why would the Vatican bother to pay attention to a flower that has almost no records?
After a while, she took a few steps back and stopped thinking. She raised her sword, imitating the way Osa cut down the door with one sword last time.
She flipped her wrist, runes flashed, and a blue sword light easily cut through the wall, and then it collapsed.
It's just an ordinary wall.
The smoke produced by the sandstorm spread in front of Vifiya and slowly dissipated.
She pursed her lips, gasping for air, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.
He was inside, the tomb they had made for Valega.
Although there were twists and turns in the middle, fortunately she arrived here, and it was worth it.
She did not hesitate and stepped forward firmly.
The air inside was strangely fresh, as if one was in a forest, making people want to relax, but Vifiya could see everything in front of her clearly.
There were errors in Hefa's intelligence.
Part of the dragon's skeleton is also here.
The huge magic circle emitted a faint blue light, and the complicated runes were still running. The huge head of the dragon lay alone in the middle of it, covered with a thick layer of dust. Even from a distance, with just the naked eye, she could see the countless scratches on the head from sharp weapons, so mottled.
Vifiya widened her eyes in disbelief and took a few steps forward, feeling a little suffocated.
Dozens of huge chains pierced through his bones, imprisoning him tightly. Runes shuttled along the chains, entwined in circles, just like his love for humans. It was this love that made it impossible for him to break free.
Right in front of the skeleton was a reddish-brown heart with only half of it left. Vifiya had witnessed the birth of this heart with her own eyes. It no longer beat, it was no longer alive, and it was almost withered under the erosion of time.
It is surrounded by circles of sophisticated spells.
This was a true cage, a prison meticulously designed for Him from which there was no escape.
Around the magic circle, there were white bones in some unknown part of the body, but they were smashed and thrown aside like garbage.
An endless sadness surged in her heart, her fingertips trembled slightly, and tears fell down her face. She knew that His current situation was difficult, and she was mentally prepared to face the injustice of mankind towards Him.
But everything before her eyes was beyond her imagination. How could the first generation of human leaders treat her like this? How dare they?
All along, Vifiya has learned in her hometown that good people should be rewarded. Therefore, even if she is struggling in this world, even if she has to kill people for her own wishes, she is trying not to harm good people, and trying to give those who have shown kindness to her a good future. This is the bottom line she sets for herself.
And in Valega's life, in this grand dragon-slaying, she was just an outsider, just a spectator, just a stranger from another world. As a human being, did she have the right to be angry? But how could she not be angry!
Even if He has retribution, it should not be humans who wield the sword of condemnation!
Tears mixed with dried blood on Vifiya's face. She took a few steps forward and grasped the hilt of the sword firmly. This was His power.
There was no hesitation in her crimson eyes. Golden runes appeared on her wrists, and the white wings on the hilt of the sword half-opened. She clenched her hands and fiercely stabbed the magic circle.
The huge magic circle spun rapidly in an instant, and the runes that were originally clinging to the chains bent back into the ground. Strong winds and waves rolled in, and the damaged corners of Vifiya's robe rustled. She gritted her teeth, gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and sent the sword down in one go.
Tiny cracks appeared in the magic circle, and the runes changed direction and attacked her. Vifiya turned the sword with difficulty, and the two forces collided. The power belonging to Valega cut the runes, and at the same time, several sword blades were generated to cut off the chains of bones.
The magic circle that lost its runes shattered and quickly went out.
Blood oozed from the corner of Vifiya's mouth. She wiped it casually, pulled out the sword from the ground, and walked towards Valega's heart.
She stood in front of her heart and said, "I'm here." I'm here to fulfill my promise.
She raised her sword, and the blade collided with the talisman that locked her heart, splashing out golden spots of light.
She exerted more and more strength, and the runes on her wrist became brighter and brighter, and even began to get hot. Vifiya ignored it, and her eyes were unusually calm.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
Hefa wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at the half heart that had been freed from its restraints and was floating in the air, without a trace of smile in his eyes.
The dignified Buma Lingdalie actually ended up in such a miserable state. It's really...
It's infuriating enough.
Is this how the first human leaders repaid Him? By erasing all that He had done for mankind?
The arrogant magician bent his waist, lowered his head, and knelt down. "Hefa Ganache, the only descendant of the first great magician Lillian Ganache, hereby apologizes to the great Buma Lingdalie. Please forgive us for forgetting your real name over such a long time, and please forgive us for only finding you now."
"Please never forgive us for not being able to stop it, and for all the sins we committed against you. Please never forgive us."
The lifeless heart remains silent, it cannot speak.
Could Buma Lingdalie, who still had a glimmer of life, hear it? Hefa wasn't sure, but this was what he had to say, the sin of the Ganache family.
The heart suddenly seemed to be summoned by something, and the golden runes inside the almost withered heart began to glow again.
Under Hefa's surprised gaze, it flew around him and to the other side.
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The smoke in the sword body drifted faster and faster. Vifiya increased the strength in her hand. The talisman around the heart tried to hold the sword open, and she pressed it down hard again!
The golden runes on her wrist burned, and there was a taste of blood in her throat. The flawless white wings on the hilt suddenly emitted a dazzling light and spread out completely. Smoke instantly rushed out from both sides of the sword, and a pair of huge wings bloomed. The irregular shapes and colors actually merged with each other at this moment.
In the darkness, it is the only light.
The wind and waves blew away her golden hair hidden in her hood, and it hit her face painfully.
The stones on the ground were shaking violently, and the entire underground, no, the entire church, and even the entire Lachigo was shaking.
At the moment when the blue spell was cut off, the other half of the heart flew rapidly from the other side and rotated with this half of the heart, carrying the other half and the pair of huge wings of the sword, and rushed straight into the sky!
He broke through the ground and the cage that was built specifically for him. After nine hundred years, his persistence paid off and he was able to touch the sky again.
On this day, on this ordinary night, a terrifying dragon roar resounded throughout the entire continent.
A blue shield blocked the falling rocks for Vifiya.
Her mind heard His voice, and He said, “Thank you.”
She caught up, and she finally set Him free.
He was finally free.
He went to die.
There was a statue at her feet. She squatted down and picked it up. It was the heart of the Valega that killed her, the part that had dissipated hundreds of years ago, and a statue of the goddess Lehomi.
"Blue is free, the sky is free,
My eternal soul, with my broken heart,
Tear apart the imprisoned thoughts of mankind, and strangle all injustices with joy,
This autumn, I will remember my wings, they soared in the sky,
It flew over there, it shed brilliant blood,
It laughs at its caged inmates, losing the courage to take to the sky."
Vifiya raised her head. Above the irregular cave entrance, a bright moon appeared in the night sky. Silver light poured down and landed on a small flower on the dragon skeleton. It was not a mulberry flower, nor was it any precious or rare flower. It was just a wild flower that could be seen everywhere.
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