Chapter 146: Twilight Witch or White Saint? (2)

Cecilia lay quietly in bed, like a sleeping beauty.

Her hair had turned completely bright red, as if dyed with blood.

She did not attend Ron's funeral. Since the descent of God, Cecilia's body has been completely exhausted and she has fallen into a coma. Even now, she has not woken up.

Virgil arranged for two nuns to take care of her... This was probably the highest position Cecilia had ever held in the church.

After all, she was just a serving nun, the most despised person in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn... Even though her status had improved after following Ron, it was definitely not enough to be taken care of by other nuns.

Cecilia's body was undergoing subtle changes. On her face, especially at the corners of her eyes, scarlet streaks, like tree branches, were gradually growing diagonally to both sides. The originally innocent little face inexplicably looked eerie and strange, as if it were the charm of a witch or an enchantress.

Her injuries have completely healed.

The aura on his body became stronger and stronger.

Right next to them, the two nuns who were taking care of Cecilia both had an inexplicable strange feeling, and the blood in their bodies seemed to be boiling and restless.

Suddenly, her eyelashes began to tremble.

The next moment, his eyes opened.

The scarlet eyes exude a bewitching charm, as beautiful as rubies.

On the other side! Irelia was in a strange space.

It was a city, but it was more magnificent, taller, and more spacious than any city Irelia had ever seen.

It was like an unprecedentedly huge arena.

Magnificent, majestic and magnificent! Irelia had no idea where this place was. The awakening of her body and the surging magic power could not attract Irelia's attention.

She no longer cared about the psalms.

She wanted something more powerful, something that would allow her to destroy everything, rather than just being a weak assistant.

No matter what the cost.

Once, Irelia chose to escape in front of the button in the library, but this time, she did not hesitate at all. The moment she pressed the button, her body and her consciousness appeared in this special space.

It is surrounded by towering walls, like a huge cage.

In front of me is a staircase, a staircase of unknown height and unknown destination.

Irelia took a deep breath, and without much hesitation, she raised her slender right leg and stepped onto the stairs filled with a decaying smell.

One step, two steps, one layer, two layers...

Irelia didn't know how much time had passed. Here, she could not feel the passage of time at all. Under the setting sun, there was a hint of fiery red sky in the vast sky. It did not change at all from beginning to end, as if this was a space where time had completely frozen.

She seemed to have climbed very high.

Inadvertently looking down, Irelia felt dizzy, her body swayed slightly, and she almost fell down.

That's a few thousand meters high, right?

Unprecedentedly strong feeling of dizziness made Irelia retract her gaze. She raised her head and glanced upwards, her eyes flickering slightly, but she still couldn't see the end. Here, it seemed no different from looking up from the ground.

The throat moved slightly, and Irelia felt her throat a little dry. Her slightly pale tongue moistened her lips slightly, and Irelia continued to climb upwards.

A gust of wind blew by.

The wind is very strong at high altitude.

The entire ladder seemed to be shaking in the strong wind.

Irelia felt her feet slip and her body fell down the side of the narrow ladder.

Several thousand meters high, completely uncontrolled free fall, and the strong sense of weightlessness brought indescribable fear.

Just when Irelia thought she was going to be killed, her spirit was shaken. Looking down, she saw the dusty ground under her feet and a ladder leading to nowhere in front of her. She was back to the starting point, as if the long time just now, which had passed for who knows how many days and nights, was just a dream.

There was an extra door on the side of the ladder.

Irelia knew that as long as she pushed open that door, she could leave this weird space.

Taking a deep breath, Irelia raised her foot again and stepped onto the steps in front of her.

Once, twice, three times...

One hundred times, two hundred times, three hundred times...

Irelia didn't know how many times she had tried. Every time she reached a certain level, there would be some special trials.

Sometimes, it is the fierce gale that blows you off the ladder.

Sometimes, the snow and ice make it difficult to stand on the steps.

Sometimes, it's a bolt of lightning...

With every failure, a door will appear in the empty city wall, as if constantly reminding Irelia to give up. As long as she passes through this door, she can leave here and escape from this torturous dream.

Irelia was panting.

She felt very tired.

Mental fatigue.

She was chasing after a powerful force, but the ladder that seemed to have no end was like an illusory dream. No matter how beautiful it looked, it was always difficult to reach.

The torment brought by constant failure, the pain brought by disappointment, and the despair brought by seeing no end, almost filled Irelia's soul. She could no longer even distinguish what was real and what was false.

It is very simple to escape from this torture. Just take a step to the side and open the door next to you.

It's that simple.

squeak!

A strange voice sounded in Irelia's ears.

When Irelia didn't even touch it, the door opened by itself.

Outside, is the Morol Cathedral.

In the church, nuns were walking back and forth. The bright sunshine cast shadows. The green plants were swaying in the breeze. The statue of the Goddess of Dawn was emitting a hazy and soft light, gazing at the world with kindness and compassion.

What a beautiful picture.

Everything is the same as before.

squeak!

Behind him, another door opened.

Irelia's heart trembled. She even saw that familiar figure waving at her from the other side of the door, as if as long as she passed through this door, she would be able to fall into that familiar and warm embrace.

He even held a child in his arms. Was that his and hers? This was the life Irelia had always dreamed of.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

There was a hint of obsession on her face, and her little hand couldn't help but reach to the other side of the door.

But just as Irelia was about to extend her fingertips, the scenes that had happened before were played out again before her eyes, and the scarlet heart burned Irelia's eyes.

Her body shook violently, and she looked at the door again. It was still the same beautiful and fascinating scene. A trace of reluctance flashed in Irelia's eyes, and then she turned around resolutely and stepped onto the cold steps again.

She needs to gain enough strength.

If Ron has fallen into the abyss.

Then she will overturn the abyss.

If Ron had already died.

Then she would gather Ron's soul again.

If Ron had disappeared completely, she would change this terrible fate even if she had to turn back time.

With this persistence, Irelia moved forward slowly but extremely firmly. The biting wind could not shake her fragile body, and could only make her long silver hair flutter in the void.

The ice and snow all over the sky could not stop Irelia's steps, but only made her leave one footprint after another on the steps.

Invisible pressure descended from the void, bending Irelia's waist, but it could not stop her trembling legs.

Looking back, the huge and empty city below had already been submerged by densely packed doors.

One thousand? Ten thousand? Or more?

Irelia smiled slightly, raised her head again, and stepped onto the last step.

The pressure that was originally hanging over me suddenly dissipated.

Irelia couldn't help herself and sat on the ground, gasping for breath. After a few seconds, she looked around.

Her location is a platform.

There is an altar on the platform, which is small compared to the huge city and the ladder to heaven.

On the altar, there was only a thick book with a yellowed cover.

Irelia's throat moved slightly, and she supported her extremely tired body and walked to the altar. Her fingers touched the hair cover, which had a slightly frosted texture.

The smell of decay and decline is seeping from the book.

Twilight Book! Twilight Witch!

…

The news of the disaster in Larnaca City will eventually spread uncontrollably.

And for some people, nothing matters more than the death of one of them.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief because of Ron's death. For example, the three gods' chosen messengers no longer had to worry about their secrets being revealed.

Of course, I hope this guy doesn't tell this news to others before he dies.

There were also people who were unwilling to accept this, such as A.P. Ron Montgomery. Ron died so easily, how could he accept this? He even wanted to kill that guy with his own hands.

When Apu thought of the humiliation he suffered in front of Ron, he couldn't help but tremble all over, and he never had the chance to vent his anger and resentment.

Some people were ecstatic, such as Grey Andre... But when he thought of the debt of 500,000 gold coins he owed, Grey Andre's excitement instantly disappeared.

Christian, who had just suppressed the seal, still looked a little pale. He walked out of the deepest part of the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn. The figure of the Forgotten Daina had already appeared beside Christian, leaning close to the ear of the Great Saint and whispering softly.

In an instant, the Great Saint's body shook violently. Her already pale cheeks no longer showed any blood color. Her heart felt as if a piece of it had been hollowed out, and she felt empty and uncomfortable.

Dolores, who had just finished a banquet with the nobles and returned to her room, saw the information that the female warrior had hesitantly delivered. The potion in her hand, which was used to sober up, fell to the ground with a plop and shattered into pieces.

Agnes, who had already left the Royal City and was heading to Dragon Valley, heard about the disaster in Larnaca City from a passing merchant.

For the first time, a strange expression appeared on the face of the former Seventh Princess.

The mysterious captain once said that her fate had long been intertwined with Ron, but Ron died before she even met him?

Did the mysterious Captain see it wrong? Or did he lose in the game with a certain existence?

Just as Agnes was puzzled, familiar threads appeared in front of her.

Agnes sighed helplessly, then opened her arms and let the silk threads wrap around her soft body.

Chapter 2 is here.

(End of this chapter)