Angel wish?

Because they already had a basic understanding of the good character of the Weaving Lord God system, Ash and Diya did not show any joy when they heard the good intentions of the bell angel. Instead, they stepped back and shook their heads at the same time: "No..."

"Very good, I have indeed heard your wish."

When she said the second half of the sentence, Ling had already appeared behind Diya, and Diya, who was retreating, bumped into her exposed belly button. With the sound of a bell, Ash and Diya were instantly unable to move. They watched as Ling took off her exquisite and luxurious obsidian headphones, gently put them on Diya's head, and even carefully calibrated the tightness of the headphones.

Then she rang the bell.

The bell shook, making a sound like flames burning the air.

Then, above Diya's head, there appeared a sphere as big as a fist, as condensed as a golden ball, and as dazzling as the sun...or in other words, it was a sun!

Miniature sun!

The bell rang twice, making a sound of water vapor forming frost.

Then, under Diya's feet, the spider web instantly formed a vast glacier. The dark frost filled her vision. When she lowered her head, she saw the deep and invisible sea of ​​ice. Just looking at it filled her heart with suffocating fear!

The bell rang three times, making a sound like a breeze.

Then the air flow in the entire space seemed to be falling, and the breeze penetrated every inch of their skin and every cell from top to bottom, as if to blow them away and melt them!

The bells swung around, making the sound of petals falling.

Then, on the vast glacier, endless blue roses suddenly blossomed, and the delicate and beautiful petals that looked like ice crystals swayed gently, causing the light to distort and tilt!

The bell did not continue to ring, but these four rings were enough for Ash and Diya to glimpse the tip of the iceberg of this bell-listening angel - she was using the music school to play all things!

She directly reproduces the miracles/miracles by replicating the sounds of the miracles/miracles!

Maybe she memorized it directly, or maybe she "stored" the sound when she witnessed other people's miracles. In short, when she released this sound, she could perform the corresponding miracle!

Although the magicians are sure that even if angels and gods are not proficient in all factions, they can definitely reflect all methods with one method and there is no way they can't have any shortcomings that they can't solve, now the angel Ling Ting lets Ash and the others clearly see the difference between angels and magicians - that is the huge gap between 'omnipotence' and 'proficiency'!

And this is just the bell-listening angel under the seat of the Lord of Weaving. How graceful is the great being known as the 'Omniscient Lord of Weaving'?

At this time, Ling pulled out something similar to a baton, and her aura changed dramatically. Although using the word "confident" to describe an angel is a bit of an understatement, if Igula were here, she would definitely be able to use more gorgeous words to describe this scene - she was so confident that she was facing a group of highly skilled orchestras, proudly waving her baton and guiding the world to play a magnificent piece of music!

In an instant, Ash and Diya heard the scorching sun singing, the sinking wind humming, the blooming flowers singing along, and the deep sea playing!

Then Ling pointed a finger at Diya, and everything seemed to be condensed in proportion and integrated into Diya's soul!

Miracle·World Fusion!

Suddenly, a small world appeared in Diya's soul, covering the Gospel Spirit and the Soul Summoning Spirit. There were gardens, the sun, air currents, and glaciers in the small world. Gospel and Soul Summoning stayed very quietly in it. At the same time, Diya's other souls seemed to be relieved, and no longer trembled on the edge of the soul, but chased and played as usual.

In Diya's perception, the gospel spirit and the necromancer spirit seemed to have suddenly disappeared, leaving only an unknown three-winged spirit.

"World Fusion can temporarily merge your multiple magic spirits into one, so that they will not leak their auras and cannot be detected, but they can continue to function."

Ling's voice came from the headset: "If it is an ordinary magic spirit, it will slowly merge into a new magic spirit, but Gospel will obviously not be assimilated. For it, it just moved to a more comfortable place."

Diya didn't expect that the angel's wish would be this - this was indeed what she needed, because Ash had the ability to detect the operators' spirits, and now that the angel Lingting had hidden the Gospel Spirit, the Summoning Spirit, and the Secret Incarnation, she would not have any fatal flaws that would be exposed.

but……

Since you are like this, why don't you just increase my mental resistance and spiritual adaptability to 100% so that I don't have to keep the secret anymore? Are you deliberately bullying me?

"Amazing! This is the first time I've seen a magician want to give his soul to an angel to knead."

Ling's voice was full of joking. "The power of the incarnation of concepts cannot be replaced by ordinary miracles. If you want your soul to be strong enough to accommodate the gods, it is not much different from wishing to become an angel. You must burn the spider web to ashes to make it happen. The blessing of the bronze dragon only strengthens you by 13%. It is not that it deliberately bullies you. Instead, it is a reward for its best efforts. A mere bronze dragon of time can only improve your adaptability to the gods of the time faction."

Diya was stunned, recalling the scene where the bronze dragon quickly disappeared after blessing.

"But I did mean to bully you. By the way, please come up with a name for the new jutsu spirit."

name?

Almost subconsciously, a thought popped up in Diya's mind: "Fairy tale."

"The Gospel Princess who knows everything is imprisoned in a secret garden... It is indeed a fairy tale. However, will you become the witch you want but cannot get in the fairy tale, or the happy and joyful princess? I am looking forward to it."

With Ling's words, this small world wrapped in gospel and summoning of spirits has a new name - Fairy Tale Spirit!

Ling Tingtian took back the earphones, adjusted the tightness, put them back on his head, and said with a smile: "Okay, you can thank me now."

The moment he regained control of his body, Ash took a step to the left and stood in front of Diya. However, the white-haired girl took his hand and shook it, then nodded to the bell-listening angel: "Thank you."

Ling accepted the thanks calmly and said, "You can go back now, but... you still have a chance to regret. Although the Gospel Spirit cannot be removed from your soul, after all, the First Gospel must remain in reality, but you can make a wish to extract your personality consciousness, and then keep your body in reality and your consciousness in the Omniscient Heaven to enjoy eternal happiness, and you can also reunite with those you know who are not destined to be with you."

Diya was moved for a moment - no need to keep secrets, no need to consider anything else, and she could tie Ash to her side forever and enjoy carefree happiness in heaven.

But she quickly shook her head and said firmly: "Send us back."

Since she wanted to escape from the illusory tower, it was impossible for her to drag Ash in as a prisoner. Life in the tower was indeed happy, but the desired future was outside the tower.

Thinking of this, Diya glanced at Ash, but found that Ash was still staring at Ling warily. As a social animal who had worked for several years and had been exposed to anti-fraud education, Ash had long since stopped believing in any empty promises from his superiors.

Every time Ash sees a scam text message, he asks himself three questions: "If a beautiful woman is willing to pay for you, can you please look in the mirror first?" "Why would someone choose you if it's a business that can only make money?" "Are you worthy of being the lucky winner of a random prize?"

Although Ling Ting Angel had no need to lie to him, after all, the gap in strength was too big. If she wanted to flatten Ash, would Ash dare to show his teeth? If they stayed in the All-Knowing Heaven, they could indeed reach the other side of happiness.

But the question is, is this happiness really what Ash wants? Or, will the All-Knowing Weaver give Ash what he wants?

Don't forget that the Brahmaras, the Memphians, the Nabistim underground people and even the Full Gospel people all feel that they are very happy.

For Ash, who has been trying to lie down and do nothing, staying in Heaven is indeed a tempting choice. At least he doesn't have to study how to make his Stand learn to work. However, the Omniscient Heaven will never be able to satisfy Ash's appetite - as a greedy Mudblood magician, Ash wants to bring happiness to others besides himself.

In the final analysis, happiness is like a game. You can’t pass the game just by having someone give you a perfect save and a perfect account. You have to play it yourself to know what kind of ending you want. Although it is indeed a tower climbing game that requires a lot of time and money, Ash still has no intention of quitting the game because he still has teammates who fight together.

"Amazing, there are mortals who can refuse this invitation." Ling smiled slightly, and with a light stroke of his right hand, he cut a gap in the space: "Then you can go back."

"Let's go back to that vivid and cunning reality, a weave of sadness and joy."

The next second, the gap submerged the two Gospels.

Ling looked at the place where they disappeared and fell into deep thought.

At this moment, another person hanging upside down suddenly appeared on the spider web above.

She was wearing an aluminum alloy metal mask, her hands were in her coat pockets, she had a sickle-weasel ponytail, she was tall and silent.

"You're just in time, Yan." Ling asked, "You made the distorted mask, right?"

Yan nodded.

"The distortion mask can't possibly block my hearing, right? It can only be within five meters."

Yan shook his head.

"Strange, why can't I hear his voice at all..." Ling held her chin up in thought: "It's the same with the First Gospel. Although I can hear it, I can only hear a little bit, and that voice is very different from hers. Although she has other personalities, that voice seems to know that I am listening, and deliberately throws some bones for me to hold..."

"But the fact that I can't hear it is already a kind of listening. The Four Pillars of God? Drama poets? Who is writing the music for them?"

At this time, Yan waved his hand as if as a warning.

Ling immediately shook her head: "Of course I won't do that. One of them is not for sale, and the other is a commodity. I dare not destroy Zhizhu's business."

…

…

As soon as Ash and Diya opened and closed their eyes, they found themselves back in the banquet hall of the Nabisteen Palace. But the difference was that there were many more people in the hall now.

They looked at the two people who suddenly appeared, their faces filled with awe and excitement.

"Why are you all here?" Ash was also confused. In addition to Zangyi and his group, there were also the Qinna sisters and the Yifalin sisters - in short, all the people who tried to cause trouble last night were here.

Qinna crossed her arms in front of her chest and glanced at Diya who was being held by him. A subtle light flashed in her eyes: "His Majesty Diyin asked us to come here to say goodbye to you."

"Me too." Yifalin put her hands on her hips. Behind her was her sister Anfeil, who was a head taller than her. "They said you were leaving the Gospel Kingdom today and might never come back, so...did you go to see the All-Knowing Weaver just now?"

"Ash."

Igula strode over, grabbed Ash by the collar, stared at him and asked sternly: "Where did you hit me when we first met? Answer within three seconds, tell me!"

Ash was stunned: "Ah? Well, hey, it was your nose, but I didn't hit it because Broken Lake Prison restricted my attack intentions!"

"What do you still owe me?"

"One wish! I still owe you one!"

"The wrongly accused fool and the genuine cult leader, which side are you on?"

"I've been wrongly accused...I'm not a fool!"

Igula pushed him away and explained to everyone: "No one has been replaced inside. It's still Ash who works day and night."

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Ash said with a sigh, "I won't sleep in when my soul recovers!"

"How do you know I'm talking about you being useless, sleepy, forgetful, and gluttonous?"

"Nonsense, how could you possibly say anything good about me except before you died and before you lied to me?"

"Stop for a moment." Purple Moth walked between them and signaled them to stop arguing, then looked at the cult leader: "Ash."

"Yeah." Ash looked at An Nan. They were actually only separated for one night. An Nan and the others followed the secret guards to the depths of the palace, while he went to the tower with Liz. But meeting each other now felt like a reunion from another world.

An Nan suddenly hugged him and took a deep breath, as if feeling his body temperature.

Diya narrowed her eyes slightly.

After a moment, she let go of Ash and asked, "Did you go to the All-Knowing Heaven to make a wish? We saw that you hadn't come out yet, so we came in and found that there was no one there. Then we tried to ask the Gospel, and the Gospel said that you were in the All-Knowing Heaven."

"Make a wish..." Ash and Diya looked at each other, shrugged and said, "If you must say, we did make a wish."

"What wish did you make?" An Nan asked curiously, and the others also perked up.

"World peace, happiness for all."