Chapter 345: Legends Soaring in the Night Sky (Thanks to Shuanglan Mengning for being the leader)
The pain in her body was still so clear, reminding Tilan of the first time she faced death in the dark passage in the lower level of Arpeggio City a year and a half ago. The feeling of life on the verge of disappearing stimulated her nerves, making her forget everything, forget any constraints of reality, just to survive.
With her eyes half closed, she slowly pulled out the rapier with her still intact left hand. The feeling of the blade rubbing against her flesh and blood was not pleasant, and her body perception was so sensitive. Although she was good at perceiving and perceiving intelligence, she also amplified the pain.
Holding the dark red rapier condensed by Seviara, the girl used her talent to freeze the magic power in it and gradually transformed it.
In her sight, Seviara also took back a rapier, and then a faint red mist rose from her body, and she seemed to have recovered a little.
It's still time to continue, the girl thought, holding the sword horizontally in front of her with her left hand, trying to adapt to this somewhat unfamiliar feeling.
It must be said that although the side effects of the fairy incarnation are huge, even she has no good way to deal with this terrifying lethality. She can either use her own talents to resist, then heal and recover, and consume each other, or use all her talents to the fullest, and with the blessing of the singer's talent magic dye, use the talent ability of the sound of the string to temporarily stop the surrounding time, so that she can completely resist the killing of eleven times in that instant.
However, in this way, everything she has done before will be in vain. Even the Edes Academy cannot protect her. It is estimated that the Federal Central Council will immediately send people to protect her layer by layer, and then send her to the central star field to live.
There is a prosperous life, but freedom is gone. No matter where she goes in the future, she will be guarded by layers of people, and it will be difficult for her to get in touch with the lives of ordinary people.
At present, the talent she has shown is valued by the Federation, but it is not to the limit of excessive protection and restriction.
I can't go on any further, the girl sighed in her heart, the blade in her hand turned sideways, fighting with the attacking Sevilla, constantly colliding and emitting some sparks and magic debris.
Please forgive my willfulness, forgive me for not wanting to step into the fame and fortune of intrigue and deception, maybe one day, I will also be submerged in it and become a part of it, but at least, not now.
The slender rose thorn sword turned over, turning into a deep blue color in the battle with Sevilla, holding it in Tilan's palm, emitting bursts of white smoke and cold air.
The two staggered again and separated, Sevilla's hair was soaked with sweat, her vision gradually blurred, and she could hardly stand steadily.
She had reached her limit.
Slowly, she supported the sword and knelt on the ground. The soreness and trembling from her legs could no longer support her standing.
The venue was quiet at this moment, and Tilan also looked at the exhausted girl, thinking that Sevilla was only a little over 18 years old now. If she were an ordinary girl, she would probably be at the age of happy campus life now.
However, judging from the various abilities that Sylviala displayed, she must have spent a lot of time and energy on learning and training, and never stopped.
Yes, the stubborn fighting spirit coming from not far away was so hot that there was almost no possibility of stopping.
Tilan raised the rapier again, a faint cold light condensed, and slowly walked towards Sylviala, ready to end this painful duel.
As if she had sensed the footsteps, Sylviala raised her head again, and through her blurred and wet vision, she saw the dark blue figure coming. She was about to stand up, but coughed up blood again, and her body collapsed like a broken piece, and she almost couldn't hold on and fell into the mud.
With the blade in her hand raised, Tilan aimed at Sylviala's shoulder and stabbed it, ready to freeze the opponent and end the competition. At the moment when the sword touched Sylviala's body, light golden light sand rose from Sylviala's body.
These pale golden light sands dispersed the falling sword blades, and then condensed into tiny golden butterflies in midair. It seemed that countless golden butterflies flew out from Seviara in an instant, blowing away the girl beside her and knocking her away. Then these golden butterflies swept the whole venue, enveloping Seviara in the center and slowly rising up, like a golden cocoon wrapped in it.
This is...
The audience was surprised. Tonight, there were many unexpected and shocking things, which almost paralyzed people, but this time it seemed particularly different, making people puzzled and curious.
"This is the special blessing of the 'Golden Town' faction, the 'Butterfly Dream'. It is said that the caster will leave a mark of blessing on the recipient, and once the other party encounters a near-death injury, it will be automatically triggered." A knowledgeable scholar at the scene pushed his glasses and compared the scanned phenomenon with the records in the database.
"What happens after it is triggered?" The audience at the side asked impatiently.
"After it is triggered, it will naturally recover from the injury, and even gain a strength that temporarily surpasses the normal state." The scholar continued to explain.
"This, this is too perverted, isn't it cheating?" Someone couldn't help but ask.
"From the perspective of the spirit of fairness and justice in the competition, it is indeed immoral and unfair, but the rules are indeed not completely rigid. For example, in Lelisa Academy, Seraphiel used angel possession to temporarily increase her strength, Swarm of Bees Academy summoned swarms to fight, and Crystal Grid Academy used various homemade props, etc. These are all different styles of each academy. If it is forcibly banned, it will be detrimental to the original intention of promoting mutual competition."
"It will definitely be criticized. After all, this kind of blessing is not the secret art of Saint Ingo Academy itself, and it has also surpassed the current stage. The caster must be at least Sequence 7. Even if it is put in the competition of university institutions, it is still restricted."
"Saint Ingo is just shameless. What can I say? I originally felt a little sympathetic for Sevilla." Someone shook his head.
"But Tilan is in danger now. Not only has Sevilla recovered, but she is even stronger than before. How can we fight her?"
Inside the venue, Tilan looked at the rising Sevilla. The aura emitted from the golden cocoon gradually stabilized and became stronger, making it impossible for people to think of fighting.
This is... really tricky. This is
the first time Tilan has felt troubled and nervous since the Winter Festival.
She moved her sight and found the severed wrist in the distance, recovered it, and put it back to the broken end of her right arm. After a few seconds, it gradually healed. This look was like a doll repairing itself, which surprised many viewers.
Is treatment so simple?
Then, blue butterfly wings grew out from Tilan's back again and rushed into the night sky. At this moment, she did not dare to approach Sevilla, who was protected by the golden butterfly, but chose to avoid it and come to the higher night sky.
She put her hands together and sang softly with a gentle and clear voice. The moonlight appeared in the night sky behind the girl, and then the moonlight and silver sand were scattered and diffused in the night wind.
Although some preparations have been made, it is not enough. Even if the trick used against Seraphiel is used, it is difficult to deal with Seviara who has transformed into a fairy. The opponent can dodge in an instant and attack again.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Tilan stopped singing, blinked her eyes, and looked at Seviara wrapped in butterflies below, watching the girl who gradually transformed into a fairy in her sleep and her body became transparent again.
Is this the feeling? She tapped her fingertips lightly, and the tip of her little finger gradually turned into a transparent form.
No, the girl slowly shook her head and let her little finger return to its normal color and state.
It was too twisted. She felt something was wrong. There was an intuitive disharmony, as if someone told her that it shouldn't be like this.
Who told her, and where had she seen the real myth fairy?
Suddenly, a picture flashed through her mind. It was a sky and earth burning with flames. On the horizon, countless wisteria crescent flags were flying. The army of the dead was advancing on the earth, burning forests one by one. On the other side of the battlefield, many elves stood under the holy tree and prayed and sang. White air walls rose up and rushed towards the burning flames like waves, extinguishing them.
In the sky, the woman wearing a black hat with a large brim and a black dress descended. There were countless rotating rusty iron blade rings on her side, which were covered with blood. Following the command of the woman in black, these thorny iron blade rings passed through the forest, and countless trees collapsed in an instant. One elf after another died tragically under the cutting of the ratchet.
Just as the army of dead spirits was about to cheer, three golden figures emerged from the collapsed forest. They were similar in size to sixteen-year-old human girls, and their flight paths were as fleeting as a faint meteor. The moment the woman in black saw them, they were passed by these three figures, and in an instant, they flapped their wings fifty-nine times, slicing the woman's body and soul into pieces, and then burned them to ashes in the pale golden flames.
This was the war in the second era in the memory of the ghost princess. The woman in black who died was Clara, the "Blood Ratchet Dance Witch" who left a great reputation in the Mercury Dynasty.
Is this the horror of mythological fairies? Even witches cannot escape this instant killing.
However, there are only that batch of mythological fairies. After that, the second generation of fairies in the fruits nurtured by the World Tree again are far inferior to the first generation.
The thoughts in her mind were turning at a high speed. In the eyes of outsiders, the girl seemed to be in a daze for a few seconds, and then suddenly woke up.
I can only try. I carefully recall the scenes of the mythical fairies in my memory during the search. Finally, I freeze at the prayer ceremony under the world tree. The girl wearing a flower crown closes her eyes and sings. In front of her, seven golden mythical fairies hold hands. A colorful and pure glass round mirror slowly opens.
Opening her eyes suddenly, Tilan looks down at the gradually awakening Sevilla below. There are faint marks of snowflakes spinning in her blue eyes. I don't know when the sky has also blew cold winds.
With endless sadness and sighs, the distant singing sounded in the night sky.
"The Fairy's Utopia·The Second Movement·The Wandering Snow Crying Night"
The wind is getting stronger and stronger. The bright moon in the sky has disappeared at some point, and the drifting snowflakes are scattered in the cold wind.
"The night of silent weeping"
"Forty winters gather on your forehead"
"Your face turns into ravines in the fields"
"Enviable long dress and pearls"
"End up in rags"
"Nothing more than yesterday's withered flowers"
Slowly, gorgeous ice flowers began to form behind the girl like an endless spiral.
Rotating and expanding, the six petals and six thorns of the snow-white ice flowers were endless, forming a dome in the air. The mottled light and shadow were like the colorful spliced glass in the church, gradually covering the sky.
The starry sky in the field of vision was gradually filled with the expanding ice flowers. The super giant ice flower dome with a diameter of nearly a thousand meters slowly covered the sky, turning the entire venue into a white.
It was obviously the midsummer season, but the venue was like winter, allowing the audience to experience the real winter festival season.
Sevilla, who sensed something was wrong, broke free from the golden cocoon in advance. The light golden transparent wings behind her flapped, like lightning passing through space in an instant, and the sword blade in her hand, which had not yet completely solidified, slashed, but when it touched Tilan, it turned into broken snow particles and scattered.
After failing to strike, Sevilla dodged and retreated, avoiding the ice blade that passed by her shoulder, and then two rose thorn swords grew out of her hands like petals blooming.
This time it was not so easy. A golden light flashed in Sevilla's eyes, and her pupils shrank slightly. She locked onto Tilan's position and rushed out again.
The instantaneous slash came again, but this time it encountered an accident. The opponent also swung out in an instant and turned ten swords. Only one sword penetrated the defense and left a wound on Tilan's shoulder.
How is this possible? Sevilla did not slow down, turned around again, and then swooped down. The blood-red double swords rose up with burning red flames, like a comet washing down, leaving a long crimson mark under the snow-white night sky.
Ten microseconds in a sigh, the two fought again in the night sky, almost like red and blue silk threads intertwined. After the two separated, continuous flashes and sparks exploded from the intertwined trajectories.
The pale golden butterfly wings and the pale blue ice-wing butterfly wings, two different colors, were separated on both sides of the sky. Then, the two flashed and disappeared into the night sky. When they reappeared, they had several more wounds on their bodies.
However, this was not the end. Tilan continued to recite the ancient poems and spells in the Elvish language, like sighing and remembering.
...
"When you are old, this is a new life"
"When you feel the blood is cold, you will see the warmth"
"The moth wings of the snow-white butterfly cover its eyes"
"Wandering back to the dream, I saw the land of immortal fairies"
Finally, a huge and magnificent petal mirror slowly emerged in the sky. The seven-colored petals were spliced into a fantasy scroll. It was the isolated fairy land, and it was also a legend passed down from ancient times among the three elves.
Seven pieces of music, seven promises, seven-colored golden flowers will bloom in the pupils, and that is the door to the fairy land.
Snowflakes were flying, and the two fought again and again in the cold wind, with the speed getting faster and faster. In almost an instant, they were still in the night sky, and then they fell to the ground in an instant. The golden and ice-blue trajectories were chaotically intertwined. The dangerous killing that was emitted in that instant made the viewers tremble with fear.
"Such a reaction speed..." A high-level extraordinary person who was watching shook his head. If these two girls were left on the battlefield, they could almost kill all the participating students in three minutes, even students like Seraphiel.
This is the gap between geniuses and mortals. No wonder Saint Ingo and Edes Academy were so confident before the game.
However, even the blessing bestowed by the Sequence 7 master was gradually exhausted in such an intense battle.
Severara could no longer catch up with Tilan. More wounds began to appear on her body, and the rose thorn sword in her hand was also full of gaps, making it difficult to continue.
Finally, inadvertently, a cold sword blade pierced her chest and pierced her body. The severe cold spread in her body, causing her to lose control of her magic power, gradually slowing down and paralyzing.
Looking at the ice-blue figure still soaring in the night sky, Sevilla wanted to catch the illusion in her sight, but she could no longer lift her hands. She could only follow the blurred sight and slowly close her eyes.
After all, she still couldn't catch up with that figure, she sighed silently in her heart.
Senior Themisia, your sister is more determined and powerful than you were back then.
In a trance, she remembered the night many years ago when she broke free from her parents' hands, crossed the dangerous lane with endless traffic, came to the other side of the street, and looked at the figure leaning against the vending machine drinking iced fruit wine.
"You, are you Themisia?" She panted, with her hands on her knees, and asked the purple-eyed girl in front of her who was much taller than her in the cold winter.
"It's me."
The tall black-haired girl turned the personal terminal in her hand, looking at the screen, and answered casually.
"I, I... I admire you very much." At that time, she mustered up the courage to speak out her thoughts.
"Oh? Thank you, but admiration is really alienating."
The black-haired, purple-eyed girl in front of her finally shifted her gaze and looked at the child with red cheeks in front of her. On the other side of the street, her parents were waving nervously, as if they wanted her to stay where she was and come over.
"Did you come here alone?" Themisia bent down with interest and looked at the child in front of her carefully.
"Yeah." She patted her chest at that time, and the faint pride and pride she felt now are still so clear in her memory.
"It's amazing."
Themisia blinked, and her fingers gently moved in the night, and a small purple star emerged, attracting her attention.
"Here." At some point, Themisia took out a colorful lollipop with her other hand, as if it was a magic trick.
"This is..." At that time, she wanted to take it, but she didn't understand why she was given candy.
As if she heard her inner voice, Themisia explained.
"This is a reward for your bravery~" Themisia smiled, and that smile made her unforgettable for a long time.
“It’s always good to be brave. When you encounter something you want and like, hold on to it tightly and don’t regret it in the future.”
The black-haired, purple-eyed girl in front of him seemed to be saying some thoughts casually, but this sentence was unknowingly engraved in her heart, as if it became the source of motivation for all her actions. For this, she made countless efforts, step by step, and boldly recommended herself to the admissions teacher of Saint Ingo Academy. She broke free from the junior high school in a remote area and entered the number one academy in the star field.
Her talent was not bad, but there was no shortage of geniuses in Saint Ingo Academy. When she entered the school, there were as many as ten students with the same talent evaluation as her. In each class, there were geniuses from all over the star field. Everyone yearned for and gathered in this first academy to compete and learn from each other.
The memory of the rest gradually became blurred. She only vaguely remembered that she had talked a lot with the legendary Themisia, most of which were about herself. Now thinking back, she was like a little duck eager to show off in front of adults. If she could be more humble and listen to that figure more, it would be better.
Not long after, her parents crossed the driveway and apologized to the black-haired and purple-eyed girl, fearing that she would disturb the girl in front of them. At that time, her parents did not recognize that the girl in front of them was Themisia. After all, how could a character from the TV appear alone on the street at night.
"Well, goodbye~ I also have to buy a gift for my sister. It's her birthday today." As she said that, Themisia remembered something and looked at her again.
"It would be nice if she could be as brave as you. That kid is like a shy kitten."
"Okay, let's not talk about it. If she hears it, she'll probably think I dislike her. Although she's young, she's extremely sensitive and timid, always hiding behind adults." Themisia in front of her stood up, waved to her, and slowly disappeared at the end of the street.
Time flies, seven years have passed, and now she is also standing on the stage of this winter festival, following and looking up at the figure with black hair and purple eyes.
Indeed, admiration is a very distant emotion. Only when she followed Themisia's footsteps step by step to here did she realize how difficult it was, and she felt that the figure was more powerful and terrifying.
But there is one thing that Senior Themisia is still wrong. Your sister is not as weak as you think. Maybe she was once, but now she has caught up with you.
Thick snow piled up at the venue. Sevilla slowly fell to the ground and was pressed into the snow, like the only dot in the white world. In the sky, the black-haired, blue-eyed girl still spread her wings and soared, just like the figure with black hair and purple eyes many years ago.
"Edes Academy, Heshia Tilan, won the championship!"
The shining fireworks gushed out, and the light points swayed and rose into the night sky, blooming at this moment, and countless colorful light rains fell.
Tonight, the myth of the once undefeated was broken, and another myth rose slowly.
Thanks to Shuang Lanmeng Ning and Mrs. Shenqi, the leader who wanted to stick with Alice, Thanks (ω)
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