"I wish I could hold you a little longer, instead of you carrying me to the cemetery in the sanctuary when I'm dying." Sia pushed Tilan away, wiped away her tears, and came to Elsie.
She forced a smile and gently stroked Elsie's face with her hand: "So beautiful."
"It's a pity this isn't your appearance. If it were the real you, you'd probably be even more beautiful, right?"
"No, that's not right either. If there's Tilan's bloodline, then..."
“Hey! I’m listening!” Tilan protested from behind, raising his hand.
"In short..." Sia squinted her eyes and pulled Elsie into her arms.
Elsie felt Shia's body temperature; there was no way it could be fake!
How could it be... just a legacy from a memory?
The wind blew across the lake, and it seemed that only Sia's voice could be heard.
"Did the bird fly out of its cage?"
Does she still remember where her home is?
"Wind and rain! Are you her garments or her obstacles?"
"Please guide her home in the wind!"
"Elsie, my favorite junior, may my power be your aid. Go north! Before everything is trampled..."
Suddenly, a pair of hands embraced Shia and Elsie; it was Tilan!
Tiran's eyes met Elsie's, as if she had a thousand words to say, but in the end, they only turned into one sentence...
"My justice is the kindness I exercise on the journey home."
"Elsie, I believe in you, and please... remember us, remember what happened here."
"Elsie." The vampire features on Shia's body began to emerge in the moonlight. She gently stroked Elsie's head and said softly:
Have a safe journey.
Tiran touched Elsie's forehead with his own and said, "Have a safe journey, Elsie."
...
"Elsie!"
"Elsie!!!"
"She must be killed... Elsie... Why? There's no why! She must die!!"
Amidst a barrage of vicious remarks, Elsie slowly opened her eyes.
She was deeply moved by what she saw.
Before me stood a group of people, standing above the clouds, but with numb eyes.
Like sculptures!
Some of them held swords, others lances, and they were all muttering something.
El longed for those transparent tentacles above their heads that controlled them! The Lord's "hand"!!!
Seeing these disgusting things, Elsie gritted her teeth, widened her eyes, and clenched her fists.
And what exactly is this place? The fragmented consciousness in my mind also provided the answer.
"The Dream of Tiran".
The dreams that connect every family member are a prison that no one can escape.
"So, you are Tiran?" Elsie sensed the faint, broken consciousness around her.
He couldn't even respond to her!
The consciousness suddenly began to coalesce, and a golden, centipede-shaped, transparent worm appeared. It weaved through the ranks of the family members and finally arrived in front of Elsie.
"A parasite!" Elsie recognized it at a glance!
These parasites of the world are eroding it in all sorts of ways!
I never expected Tilan's Dream to be like this...
"The Justice of Tilan!?"
A voice suddenly came from beside Elsie.
She looked over and saw Welch with only one eye left! He wasn't dead?
“The ancestors have approved of you, Elsie.” Welch seemed much more normal now. He looked at the golden centipede and said, “But it seems you have to kill Earl Ellen first, otherwise the contract will not be dissolved on its own.”
"Crack—" The golden worm's mouthparts vibrated, and several golden threads wrapped around Elsie's right hand.
"Contract..." Elsie blurted out those two words uncontrollably.
No! This worm is communicating?!
"The price, flesh and blood, are equivalent..."
Elsie looked up at the golden centipede and realized that this was the truth behind the artifact!
Parasites are the reason why family heirlooms and magical artifacts are created.
It's just a matter of strength versus weakness!
El looked at the kilometer-long worm and felt somewhat terrified.
"A divine artifact, it broke the contract with Earl Allen? For..." Welch's eyes widened: "And you?"
"Ha...alright, all the better, Your Highness Elsie, have a safe journey."
"I refuse!" Elsie suddenly roared at the golden centipede, "Give me your power, or die in this world!"
No... this isn't... what she wanted to say!?
Suddenly, darkness engulfed the world, and the clouds beneath our feet turned into a desert!
"Roar—" The tentacles spat out by the golden centipede suddenly trembled!
On Elsie's arm, another golden worm fiercely vied for the contract right to be a divine artifact!
Both are parasites that can grow to the kilometer scale!
However... this worm seems very weak?
“O divine artifacts that made a pact with our ancestors, have you all forgotten your original journey?”
As the two snakes fought, a gentle voice brought the battle to a halt.
"Are you really just beasts who abandon your ideals for the sake of survival?"
The voice sounded behind Elsie, and she felt something flowing within her, like…
"Don't you really want to leave a meaningful legacy as intelligent beings?"
“You are not monsters, not beasts, but beings of equal standing with us…”
"Mom!" Elsie cried, finally unable to hold back her tears, and turned back to try to touch that figure, but everything that followed turned to ashes and shattered bubbles.
It felt as if a pair of hands were embracing her.
It's as if it's saying...
"Elsie, my daughter..."
...
The battle between the two golden worms came to a halt. In that brief 0.01-second moment, they seemed to have reached a consensus.
They each spat out strands of flesh, which merged and pierced into Elsie's body!
"This power from two complete artifacts is a legend you've never experienced in your life."
"Have a safe journey, Elsie."
"Justice resides in the heart."
"The dawn will witness your journey."
"Take care on your journey, Elsie."
...
Beneath the walls of Orvik, Kelyat watched Elsie charge towards Ellen, reaching out his hand but unable to reach her.
Heartbreaking or something else?
etc?
That is...!!?
...
The frozen time seemed to begin to flow again, and Elsie's eyes suddenly emitted the same light as Ellen's, while the holy mark on her forehead also shone.
The broken sword that had collided with the greatsword of Ellen began to tremble slightly.
In this extremely short time, some granulation tissue appeared on the sword blade. They multiplied rapidly and soon completed the repair of the sword blade!
Other different buds intertwine with the blade formed by the previous bud, creating patterns resembling those of the Saint Yarrow orchid.
“Xia, Tilan…”
Elsie's eyes were resolute.
"I'm back."
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