Boom boom!

The illusion that just seemed peaceful was suddenly turned upside down. There was a sudden rainstorm and thunder in the sky, magma burst out from the earth, and a hideous monster emerged from the ocean.

But the difference is that it was the "evil" that brought about the spiritual doomsday.

This time, it was the natural disaster that was initiated by the secret guard!

"You seem to know a lot of information that Princess Lysdiya shouldn't know." The secret guard stood in the storm and opened the gospel: "But if you think these words can shake my mind, you are underestimating the secret guard."

"I just need to confirm two things: ① You are not Princess Lisdiya, but a sorcerer who deceived and bewitched the princess; ② I must kill you to escape from this illusion."

"Accept the punishment of the gospel. In order to destroy you phantoms who are plotting to murder the princess, I will pray for the most severe gospel."

Amid the roar of the catastrophe that destroyed the heavens and the earth, the sacred and solemn gospel was still extremely clear and loud. Even as the opening song of the trial and execution, it could bring despair to the prisoners without any disobedience.

First, there were eight dark thunders that looked like black snakes. These were the miracles of the 'Yakiya' that had once penetrated Hell, and even caused immortal scars to Hell that could never be healed. To this day, Hell still echoes with the vicious thunder of the hissing venomous snakes.

Yaqiya instantly crushed the Black Witch, but the secret guard had no intention of ending the fight. The Gospel in her hand glowed with rainbow light, and the violent storm in the sky suddenly turned into a golden rainstorm, gathering at the location of the Black Witch, forming a golden river that ran through the sky and the earth!

Miracles, golden years!

The Omniscient Weaver can borrow a golden river from the Continent of Time and use time to destroy all tangible life in the world. Even magical spirits cannot resist the decay of time!

The secret guard turned the gospel to another page. She suddenly moved to the sky thousands of miles away, and then watched a huge meteorite break through the clouds, shaking the air and sinking the earth!

Miracle: Falling Stars!

Although it was a world-destroying miracle by an evil foreign god, it was just right to borrow it for execution!

Then the tsunami submerged the continent, and countless mad waves formed a big whirlpool. It seemed that one could vaguely see the sea turning into two giant sky-devouring snakes chasing and entangled with each other, and they ruthlessly crushed the continent and shattered life!

Miracle: Whirlpool Twin Snakes!

The Omniscient Weaver borrowed this miracle from ancient history. It is said that the whirlpool undercurrents in the current sea of ​​knowledge are just aftershocks caused by the ancient whirlpool twin snakes!

Suddenly, flames shot up into the sky from the turbid deep sea, forming a large-scale flaming city. The hot magma in the city boiled the sea, and the air was filled with scorching air that was hot enough to burn the lungs. It was like a horrifying scene of hell descending!

Miracle: Molten Iron Hell of One Hundred Million Evil Souls!

This is a miracle of punishment created by the Omniscient Weaver who intercepted a portion of the scene of hell. The temperature is hot enough to melt steel and even the dead cannot withstand it. All emotions and thoughts will be evaporated into thin air, leaving only the most essential knowledge and memories!

Watching the molten iron hell gradually shrink and disappear, the secret guard slowly closed the gospel.

The clouds gathered around her to form a sacred and solemn cloud palace. She stood on the white jade ground and looked down at the embers in the distance, just like looking down at hell from heaven.

In the illusion of the mind, miracles can destroy all tangible things, but cannot annihilate the invisible heart.

Just as Ash's 'Demon Shock' creates a doomsday scene to intimidate the target, the Secret Guard can only torture the target through miracles, thereby strangling the opponent's spiritual light.

In the fantasy world of the mind, giving up is the only failure.

However, the fear, pain, and torture brought by the miracle were not discounted at all. The secret guard was shocked and frightened by the miracle she prayed for just by standing in a safe area. She could not imagine how much pain the magic spirit who faced the miracle had endured and how much despair he was bathed in.

Theoretically, under such a dense force of miracles, the magic spirit should collapse and die in less than a second, but...

She hasn't gotten out of the illusion yet.

"pain……"

From the burning embers came a chilling, pitiful female voice: "It really hurts."

The guard's body trembled slightly, and she couldn't even hold the Gospel steadily. She quickly opened the Gospel, and then a meteor shower fell from the sky, aiming at the pile of ashes for saturation cleaning!

Amid the burning rubble, a fragile human-shaped black smoke emerged. She took light steps, and with the first step, the black smoke condensed into bones; with the second step, the bones grew granulations; with the third step, the granulations grew new nerves; with the fourth step...

Eight dark thunder black snakes have arrived.

Then came the golden river, the thunderstorm, the falling stars, the vacuum distortion, the black coffin corrosion, the molten iron hell, the nervous riot… Countless, dozens, even hundreds of miracles that could destroy cities and countries were piled up one after another, but their significance was as bland as this straightforward introduction, which did not make the prisoners feel afraid, nor did it make the judges feel at ease.

It's useless.

Useless!

It doesn't work!!

Now the entire spiritual illusion has been destroyed into hell by the miracle **. The light here will dissolve all tangible objects, the air here will corrode all material bodies, nails will escape in the chaos, and neurons will even rebel and harm the body.

If she had not been under the protection of the secret guards in the "Palace of Heaven", if she were exposed to the outside air for even a second, she would be tortured to death by the omnipresent curse and her body would automatically be torn into pieces.

This kind of despair is enough to make any living being give up trying to survive!

So she totally couldn't understand why the magic spirit hadn't given up yet and why it was still moving forward!

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After overcoming countless obstacles of miracles, when the black shadow finally stepped onto the white jade ground, she first condensed her bones, grew flesh and blood, and weaved her nerves, and soon she restored her form as the Black Witch.

Just the horrifying scene of flesh and blood regenerating is enough to destroy the mental defenses of most people.

The secret guard stared blankly at this woman who had walked out of hell. His legs unconsciously went weak and he sat down on the ground.

No matter how strong the armor is, it can't protect her from being vulnerable.

No matter how great the heaven is, it cannot conceal her insignificance.

Her fighting spirit had long been crushed step by step by the Black Witch.

She murmured, "Who on earth are you? Why can you endure so much pain? Why don't you just give up?"

"I actually want to know the questions you asked."

The Black Witch looked down at her hands. "Unlike me now, she was only one and a half years old at that time. She had never experienced betrayal and setbacks, nor had she seen disasters and death. She was like a flower in a greenhouse, only using tough words to strengthen her determination. In addition to her superficial strength, she was just a nervous girl's heart."

"My heart is much stronger than hers. The pain she has to endure will only be a thousand times more than mine; and the torture I have experienced is just a tiny moment of hers."

"How on earth did she crawl out of hell and drag you into the abyss?"

The secret guard stared at the black witch in a daze: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"It's okay, I'm not talking to you."

The black witch raised the corners of her mouth and walked over to squat in front of the secret guard.

"Aunt, can you tell me, I am obviously your niece, but why are you so ruthless to me?"

"I..." The secret guard's dull expression revealed a trace of entanglement: "I just..."

The secret guard stammered for a long time without saying a word, but the black witch seemed very patient and not in a hurry at all. She reached out and touched her aunt's head, holding the black knight in her arms, comforting her sister like a sister.

The secret guard gradually relaxed and melted in the arms of the Black Witch, his voice so low that it could not be heard: "I... because I hate Lisdiya."

"Why do you hate her?"

"Because she is the successor chosen by Her Majesty the Queen... She is the future Queen of Yisu... The future god of the world, the embodiment of the gospel, and the omniscient Lord of Weaving walking on earth."

The secret guard murmured, "I am exactly the same as Lisdiya, even better than her...but why is she so lucky, while I can only hide in the armor and be a secret guard without a name, with no chance of happiness at all?"

"I want to wear a skirt, I want to fall in love, I want to be loved... What did I do wrong to get nothing?"

"I hate Lysdiya, I'm jealous of Lysdiya, I hate myself for not being Lysdiya... So, that's why I..."

Hearing the sobbing in her arms, the Black Witch gently stroked her aunt's hair and said softly, "I understand, I understand everything. I know the feeling of not being able to get what you want."

"So, I hope you can understand me too."

The secret guard stared at the Black Witch blankly. The Black Witch held her face and wiped away her tears with her thumb: "Someone told me that the so-called 'making up for regrets' is actually just 'self-consolation'. I also know in my heart that even if I take revenge here, it can't reduce that person's pain in the slightest."

"But I have always wondered, if it was me who died that day instead of Hong, would everything be different? So, I am not here to make up for my regrets, nor am I here for revenge, but to..."

"Choose again."

Wow!

Four turbid inky black wings spread out behind the Black Witch. The secret guard who was held by the Black Witch looked at this scene and was indescribably shocked.

Four-winged...magic spirit?

"Thank you, aunt."

Maleficent hugged the Black Knight tightly, and the Sky Palace began to collapse, and the two fell into the burning world together.

"You made me get what I wanted."

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…

“Aaaaaaah!”

The Black Knight suddenly roared, and a shock wave exploded in the air, spreading in all directions, knocking Ash directly against the wall.

He groaned, slapped himself with a 'Music Sword' and tried to continue fighting, but he saw the black knight rolling on the ground with his hands covering his head, screaming hysterically.

Ash immediately thought of his 'Devil's Windbreaker' and breathed a sigh of relief: "Humph, this is the fate of those who dare to look directly at me!"

Diya was also a little confused. Could it be that the rewards of the Weaving Festival were so powerful that even the royal secret guards were vulnerable to them?

At this moment, a small hole suddenly collapsed in the ceiling near the window. Igula stretched out his hands covered with dust and blood from inside and shouted, "Come up quickly! The secret guard has a miracle blessing that absorbs all damage. You can't kill her, run!"

Damn, there is an invincible blessing. How can I beat it? Ash immediately rushed to the cave entrance and signaled Diya to come over quickly.

“Ugh…Ahhh…”

The secret guard felt that the light armor had become extremely heavy. The stomach acid she vomited accumulated in the helmet and burned her face. She felt that every bone in her body was decaying, every nerve was bending, and every blood vessel was flowing backwards. The huge pain from the depths of her soul instantly penetrated into her limbs and bones, and even interfered with the image of reality!

She vaguely saw the princess running towards a man, and her jam-like consciousness squeezed out a trace of remaining rationality.

Four-winged magic spirit, Lisdiya, the royal family of Isu, the embodiment of the gospel, jealousy, dissatisfaction, yearning, loneliness, weaving ceremony... chaotic thoughts and emotions made her soul even more bloated, until she recalled a conversation before she set out:

"If something unexpected happens and she can't even hear the gospel, the princess will fall into the hands of others forever..."

"Then she's no longer a princess."

The secret guard raised her right hand tremblingly, and the Gospel Faithfully appeared before her.

"For..." The secret guard didn't even notice that she was speaking in reality. This was the first sentence she had said in reality in more than a decade: "Gospel."

The moment the secret guard slapped the gospel, her consciousness fell into an endless abyss of pain.

Diya, who was running towards Ash, suddenly lost her balance.

She missed the mark.

The ground where she was standing collapsed completely into powder. The layer below, the layer below that, and the layer below that were all weathered away like relics from an ancient tomb, leaving a large hole in the Sennheiser Building that allowed the night to enter and exit at will.

Ash did not fall because he jumped up in time and grabbed Igula's hand. The moment he saw Diya step on empty air, he turned the sword around, grasped the tip of the sword tightly with his palm, stretched out his arm to hold out the hilt, hoping that Diya could grab the hilt.

Diya also gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand. She had never hated her own immaturity more than she did at this moment.

However.

However.

This could not even be called a regret. Even though Diya tried her best, even though she wished she could dislocate her arm, her fingertips were still more than a meter away from the hilt of the sword.

The only thing that intersected was her eyes and Ash's, and then she turned into a parabola and fell into the embrace of the night.

She fell from the building again.

But this time there was no bronze dragon watching her.