Chapter 561 Archangel of Rhythmic Water
The girl was a little surprised by the change of attitude of the saint in front of her, but she was not panicked. She thought quietly for a few seconds.
"Didn't Philuselin say before that she couldn't detect my origin?" The other party should not have lied.
"Yes, it is surprising because it can't detect my origin." Philuselin replied.
"The angels sleeping in the Sea of Aegeka all have names, a total of 365. I know each of them and understand the status of each of them, but none of them fits your situation."
"But you are indeed an angel, both in body and soul." Philuselin's golden eyes seemed to be burning, quietly staring at Heshia.
"Too perfect and flawless, it doesn't seem like a natural thing." After saying that, she slowly shook her head.
"In addition to the angel advent ceremony, there is another group of people in the world who can also create souls similar to angels, and this is the prototype of the Dark Sun."
"In essence, the Dark Sun and the Sun Crown of the glorious era have the same principle, but the Dark Suns are not the four great original souls. They can't withstand the impact of tens of billions or hundreds of billions of spiritual consciousness. They can only castrate the foundation of the Throne of God and make the spiritual consciousness of their "new race" become simple and unified, so that it becomes easier to manipulate and control."
"Unfortunately, no matter how strong a person's will is, it can't withstand the assimilation of hundreds of millions of times the spiritual prayers. After all, the artificially created souls are not the four originals, and the light of the Dark Sun cannot illuminate the entire galaxy. Sooner or later, they will be swallowed up by the creed they created, and step by step become pathetic divine dead things."
"Why are the angels sleeping in the depths of the Sea of Aegeka? It is to avoid this kind of assimilation of prayers, and only through the advent of part of their abilities to show the gathered power of prayers."
"The reason why you don't notice anything unusual now is simply because you haven't reached your own limit." Philuselin shook her head.
"Abandon your identity as a singer and stay here for the rest of your life. I will let the cult reserve a place for you."
"What will happen if I leave?"
"You will gradually gather the wishes of countless lives through the influence of the singer, until one day, your mechanism as the dark sun is triggered and a new sun crown rises, but this is also destined to be the beginning of tragedy."
"Thank you for telling me this, but what if I don't agree to stay?"
"Since I dare to tell you these things, it's because I don't want to do something despicable and deceitful, and also because I am sure to keep you here." Filuselin raised the golden tin staff, and the golden light sand in the whole hall began to flow, like billions of stars surrounding the two.
The world seemed to melt here, and everything turned into flowing liquid.
At this moment, gravity and space became distorted, as if they were underwater with various undercurrents, and everything lost its original direction.
In response, the girl shook her head gently, took off her hood, and stared at the saint in front of her who was singing with her eyes closed with her clear blue eyes. A long sword made of transparent blue crystal appeared in her hand, and a blue bird feather also appeared between the girl's eyebrows.
A phantom like a phoenix with spread wings appeared behind the girl, and then she turned into a flowing blue shadow and stabbed the saint in front of her with flaming hair and long skirt.
However, the distance that could have been crossed in an instant was like a chasm in the sky at this moment. The surrounding space was like quicksand, and any movement was delayed by resistance.
Facing the girl's attack, Filuselin held the staff horizontally, closed her eyes slightly, and the poem she recited became clearer and clearer.
"I will become a vast flowing fire."
"Dispel the haze of confusion"
"Guard the last order of this world"
"No matter how many times"
"From the darkness"
"From all evil"
"From all despair and chaos"
When her eyes opened again, sacred symbols bloomed in her pupils, and three pairs of brilliant snow-white wings slowly extended from her back and opened, and her momentum also rose steadily, and her figure floated up.
The wings burning with pale red flames reflected a faint golden light, so sacred, and at the end of each feather, there was a faint wisp of silk, which sank into the space behind, as if connected to another world.
When it chanted, thousands of voices sang together, like a huge bell ringing, and the whole world was brilliant and bright.
The sense of oppression from the sky made the girl feel a kind of burning just by looking at it, and such power was no longer a Sequence 7 Beyonder, and it was even quite rare among Sequence 8 Beyonders, and it was the true pinnacle of the world today.
This is not good. Tilan smiled bitterly in her heart. If things go wrong, she might have to stay here.
However, since the situation has become like this, it seems that she can only use all her best skills.
I never thought that I would be the vessel of the dark sun. But this seems to make sense. Why does my father always keep a distance from the two of them? He probably knows some truth.
When Tilan made up her mind, an extremely hot and dazzling flame fell from the sky. This stream of fire contained pure orange-red particles, each of which contained unimaginable high temperature and flames. When it passed by, even the space around the fire was slightly distorted. If hit by such a stream of fire, even a Sequence 7 creature with extremely strong defense would evaporate and die on the spot.
This angel sister really thinks highly of herself, using this move.
There was a flash of light in Tilan's eyes, and then she opened her hands. Countless bright blue sands gathered and condensed from the surrounding void, and then black branches and leaves wrapped around her sleeves, blue roses bloomed quickly, and two narrow thorn swords extended and were held in the girl's hands.
"Cut the double swords, flash and flutter wings"
A dark blue lightning flashed through the golden quicksand, and instantly shuttled through the falling fire stream seven times, and then escaped.
"Hu-hu-" Tilan covered her chest and panted, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.
When she looked up again, the originally descending fire stream had stopped in the air, as if solidified into transparent glass, and then cracks extended, shattered and scattered, and there were still a few faint space gaps in the air.
High in the sky, Philuselin's expression did not change, and she seemed not surprised by such a result. In her opinion, if the vessel of the dark sun died so easily under the fire stream, it would be a low probability event.
She sang the hymn again, the voice was gentle and long. When Tilan rose like a morning star, there were pure white lightsabers beside the six-winged archangel.
The "Heaven's Decree·Light Sealing Sword"
swung the tin staff, and the lightsabers rushed down one after another, but the girl easily dodged them all, and then slashed at the six-winged angel in the air.
The blue blade splashed sparks on the tin staff, breaking a gap. After the grid, Filuselin did not want to fight at all. She jumped back, and layers of light sand flooded the space between the two. The distance of only more than ten meters was like thousands of miles apart.
When Tilan tried to rush through the flowing light sand again, her body seemed to be out of control, and was carried to the other side by the light sand, rolling down from the sky.
What is this? The girl was surprised. This is not something that ordinary secret methods can do. She even felt the same power as herself.
In order to escape from this turbulence, Tilan turned over again, and the sword in her hand bloomed like a flower, cutting through the dense space and breaking off this strange turbulence.
Flying and circling to avoid the lightsabers that kept falling from the sky, the mark symbol in the girl's eyes flickered, and then her figure flashed, and seven identical black-haired girls separated in the air.
They each held two swords, shuttled and dodged in the air, dodging the flashing swords while rushing towards the floating burning-winged angel in the air.
In response, Filuselin raised her right hand, opened her fingers slightly, and a slight humming sound rang out in the whole space. It turned out that the falling lightsabers did not disappear, but were inserted diagonally into the ground and walls. When they flashed again, thin threads of light appeared from the end of the hilt. These threads blocked the airspace, and any object that passed through was easily cut in half.
Looking at the silk thread passing through her chest, the girl looked at the "herself" scattered into pieces in the air, and her eyes slowly closed. All the "Tilan" turned into azure crystal powder and dissipated, then condensed on the ground again, becoming the only black-haired girl.
Before she could stand firm, the ground under her feet seemed to flow, becoming a sea of light golden light particles, and her body slowly sank into it.
This?
In response, Tilan had to spread her transparent cicada wings again and fly out.
Ability related to flow? The girl slowly understood in her heart.
She jumped up again, and her figure seemed to be a stream of light that quickly shuttled through this space covered with fine threads, avoiding the slashes and piercings of various lightsabers, and avoiding the falling fire, until she was at the same height as the six-winged angel.
Then the girl closed her eyes slightly, and the sound of soft chanting sang in the sky, and her figure swayed like flowing water, allowing any impact to pass directly through her figure, as if she was in another dimension of space.
"Space secrets..." The girl seemed to hear Filuselin's sigh, and then opened her eyes. A brilliant full moon appeared behind her, shining with a cold light.
She originally thought that Filuselin would interfere and attack during this process, but until the full moon appeared, Filuselin still did not make a move, but just floated quietly in the air and waited.
"You are really a special existence. Perhaps you should not be called the vessel of the dark sun. It is more appropriate to call you the vessel of the dark moon."
"Even so, you still have no chance of winning." Filuselin also sang in a clear voice, and then a brilliant golden sun slowly appeared behind her.
This sun was brilliant and fierce, and the golden flames it emitted were like a warm current surrounding the space, as if you were under warm water, with a feeling of rippling water waves, and everything was also shadowy.
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'You know, all actions must be based on a certain coordinate base point.'
Tilan heard the voice coming from the other side of the water waves, and when she listened again, the other party seemed to have changed his position and came to her left.
No, it wasn't that Filuselin changed her position, but that she herself had shifted her direction.
Tilan suddenly became alert and realized the meaning of the other party
's words. She tried to adjust her direction, but no matter how she turned, she couldn't find a place to use her strength.
This world could no longer feel up, down, left, or right. There was a flowing light particle liquid in any direction. Any action she took was just shaking in the water flow, and she couldn't get rid of it at all.
According to her observation when she came in, the prayer hall was no more than 200 meters wide. At this distance, she should be able to hit the wall soon, but she kept drifting in this light particle liquid and never encountered it.
Even if she wanted to spread her wings and fly, it seemed like she was standing still. She flew at high speed, and the water flowed at high speed. She stopped moving, and the water flowed slowly. The whole world became a hazy and invisible cage. Any attack quickly disappeared in the water flow without leaving a trace. She could never touch the boundary, and she could never sense her own position clearly.
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This is the only way, the girl said silently in her heart. She no longer tried to rush out of this turbulent flow, but quietly floated and raised her palm.
As she moved, the bright blue in the girl's eyes became colder and colder. Unconsciously, tiny frost appeared around her and then gradually spread.
"Ding-ling-ding-ling-"
The sound of ice cracking began to spread and continued to extend until more than ten seconds later, the flowing light particles in the entire space stopped and became frozen ice crystals.
"Crack." A slight crack appeared, and then the ice crystals in the entire space collapsed, falling on the black marble floor and turning into snow-white powder.
Standing on the ground again, Tilan found that she was actually only five meters away from Filuselin. The other party was now suspended in the air. The three pairs of wings were bright and brilliant, with a faint golden light flowing. Two of the wings were bent to protect Filuselin in the middle.
The ice crystal powder on the ground gradually dissipated, and Filuselin also spread her wings again, looking at Heshia with a little surprise.
"This is the power of a witch." She recognized that this was not the ability of a singer.
"But the witch's power also comes from the fragments of the crown. You are becoming more and more surprising." She seemed to be reconsidering whether she should force Heshia to stay here.
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Finally, she shook her head, "I still can't let you go out. After all, you are too special."
After saying that, she became serious again and raised the golden staff in her hand, but this time Tilan didn't give her a chance. She rushed out almost at the moment she opened her mouth, and then turned her sword several times, and the staff in Philuselin's hand slipped and divided into several sections with clear cross-sections.
When Heshia was about to fight with Philuselin, although the opponent had no weapons, her body was also extremely flexible. She moved lightly in the air like swimming and dancing, avoiding the girl's sword light and trajectory.
The opponent also had power, and it should be extremely targeted at her "flow", Tilan soon realized this.
No wonder she claimed to be a saint serving Sifnaileen. It seems that she really inherited some of Sifnaileen's power.
"If that's all, you can't defeat me, Tilan." Philuselin's voice was still gentle.
After dodging the girl's silver blade arc again, she jumped up, the wings behind her flapped, and her figure was like a snow-white bird, flying straight into the dome.
Without the staff, Filuselin opened her hands and sang praises. A warm golden sun slowly emerged in her heart. With the appearance of the sun, this space once again turned into a flowing liquid, and everything was in turbulence.
In response, while Filuselin had not yet fully controlled it, Tilan jumped up, and the sword in her hand turned into a blooming silver lotus, piercing the beautiful angel in the air.
"Don't go forward." A strange voice came across the boundary, and then four vortices emerged in this space. Four priestesses with wings on their backs appeared. They held golden staffs and guarded in front of Filuselin, building layers of golden barriers to block the stabbing silver blade.
Like glass shattering, these barriers shattered layer by layer in the sword light, but when Tilan was about to take another step forward, the vortex-like water flow turned and trapped her in it.
Three seconds later, a few cracks appeared in the water flow, and then the entire vortex of water flow turned into large pieces of solidified ice crystals and dispersed.
Every time it was like this, Tilan felt helpless and uncomfortable. This kind of flowing barrier and obstruction existed. Unless she used her power to neutralize and offset it, she could not move quickly.
After breaking through the obstruction of the four priestesses, she shattered the hazy water barrier and finally saw the six-winged angel behind the scenes again.
"You are late, Tilan."
The original small sun in front of Filuselin had disappeared, and a blue water ball floated in front of her. When Tilan appeared, she lifted the water ball, and the light flow inside flickered like billions of star sands until it was higher than her head. Then the water ball turned, and a vortex that tore space and time appeared.
"Sifnaileen's Sigh"
In an instant, the water ball broke, and the pure water flow spiraled out like a river pouring down from the sky, drowning the girl's sight and everything.
All space and time disappeared in an instant, and she lost all perception, even the tearing and movement of space could not be done.
It's over...
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It seemed like several centuries had passed. When Tilan opened her eyes again, she found herself still lying on the floor of the prayer hall. Besides her, there was only the Flame-haired Saint who was still kneeling in front of the portrait and praying.
Filuselin slowly stood up, the end of her snow-white classical long skirt dragging across the ground, and she slowly came to her.
"What was I just doing?" The girl covered her forehead, a little unsure of what had just happened, as if she was dreaming.
"What happened just now is true." Filuselin still spoke gently, then helped the girl up and let her sit carefully on the horizontal chair beside her.
"What was I just doing?" The girl remembered that her mind was blank at the end.
"You have already died once." Filuselin saw her sitting down, turned around again, and came to the huge portrait.
This is a portrait of Sifnaileen. The original angel in the painting is wearing a classical long skirt similar to Filuselin, with six wings on her back, as if she is in the sea, surrounded by wave patterns.
"The original water flow drowned your consciousness, and any soul would be purified and dispersed by it, turning into foam." Filuselin explained while kneeling in front of the portrait and praying.
"But you survived, like an indestructible diamond."
"I can't explain this phenomenon, but if this is the will of the original water, I shouldn't disobey the decision of Lady Sifnailen."
"I did something wrong, I'm sorry." She apologized sincerely.
"This..." Tilan, who wanted to be angry, didn't know what to do now. She checked herself and it seemed that there was no wound, and even her clothes were intact. If it weren't for the traces of wetness on the edge of her skirt, she would have thought that she had just had a dream.
"You are very special, even I can't judge." Filuselin stood up and shook her head slightly.
"You have the characteristics of an angel, the talent of a singer, and the power of a witch."
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your background and situation."
"If possible, I want to ask Heshia for a favor."
"What is it?"
"Can you serve as the saint of His Highness Brunard like me?" Filuselin raised her head and looked at Tilan with burning eyes.
"Why?" Tilan was puzzled.
"I didn't realize you have this quality until the end."
"Lady Sifnaileen is one of the four primordial beings. Her water can wash away all filth and purify impure and false things. If you were an artificial vessel like the dark sun, you would have dissipated in the water long ago."
"And I can't think of anyone who can resist Her Highness Sifnaileen's power of purification, except for Her Highness Brunard, the other primordial being who is opposite to her."
"You may say that there are accidents and possibilities in the world, but this is not the case with extraordinary power, especially when it comes to the most essential and pure soul consciousness." "
Why did the four primordial beings form the first and most glorious and magnificent crown of the sun? Because they are pure enough to be uncontaminated by spiritual consciousness and maintain their own purity. Otherwise, the crown of the sun would have collapsed at the beginning of its construction.
"You can still stay awake and yourself under the baptism of the primordial water, which means that you can also maintain yourself under the flushing of billions of spiritual consciousness. This..." She shook her head.
"Even I can't imagine what kind of talent this is."
"Yes, the 365 sleeping angels are not like you, but above these angels, there are four originals who are the prototypes of all angels, the symbol of everything flawless."
"If you inherited the power of one of the highnesses, it's not surprising that you can do this."
"I'm not interested in the affairs of the cult, I'm afraid I can't stay here as a saint, and I'm also a singer, and I have other missions." Tilan shook her head and declined.
"It's okay, I'm presumptuous this time, but as compensation, I still have something to give to Tilan." Filuselin said, and then the side door opened, and the four priestesses who had just met walked in carefully with trays.
There were different things on the four trays, and Filuselin took out one of them and introduced it.
"This blue jade water bottle contains the precious elixir of the Water Temple. It can provide pure and flawless top-level essence magic without any side effects, enough for a master of Sequence 7 to easily reach the magic accumulation required for advancement to Sequence 8."
"This water-style long skirt can be simulated into any form of clothing. If you wear it, you can also hide yourself in any water flow, and even a supernatural life of Sequence 8 cannot detect
it. "This black crystal pendant is a token of the Rock Temple of the cult. Although Tilan does not want to take on the duties of a saint, you can still use it to recruit members of the cult if you need it."
"This golden tin staff is also a precious treasure made by the cult. It allows you to easily mobilize the Ekakar particles in a large area of more than ten kilometers. It is a necessary prop for casting certain large spells."
Although Filuselin said that Tilan did not need to serve as the saint of the Rock Temple, she gave Tilan all the necessary props for becoming a saint.
"Is this really okay?" Tilan was not stupid. She naturally saw the meaning of the other party's gift.
"It's okay. "Firuselin half-closed her eyes.
"I don't believe in coincidence, I only believe in miracles of destiny. Since you have the conditions to achieve all miracles, it is only a matter of time before you can change the world."
"Rather than judging a person based on unreliable deeds and words, I believe more in the judgment of the vast rhythmic water."
"Is that so..." The girl hesitated for a few seconds, and finally sighed and accepted the gifts.
Just as Firuselin said, there are some things she can't escape. Instead of avoiding all kinds of gifts and responsibilities as in the past, it is better to bear all of this generously and calmly, and prepare for the tests in the future.
After the two of them communicated again for a while, Tilan walked out of the prayer hall under the base of the statue and left.
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Long after the girl left, in the hall, Firuselin still knelt under the portrait and prayed silently until the priestess who sent Tilan away returned.
"She decided to stay here for a few days and read some ancient books."
"No problem."
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"Lord Firuselin, do you really believe that she is not the vessel of the dark sun? "The priestess hesitated for a long time before speaking.
"I don't know. Lady Sifnerian is in deep sleep, and there is only so much I can do."
"In fact, no one knows until everything reaches its end, right?"
"Even if she is not the reincarnation of the Primordial Rock, we have to make her believe that she is."
"Do you know the 'prophecy' in ancient mythology?"
"The 'prophecy' that was originally groundless, became a reality precisely because people believed in it."
"Human beings are like this. Because of belief, they can overcome layers of thorns and obstacles and accomplish some miracles."
"There is never any coincidence, only the inevitability achieved by 'belief'."
(End of this chapter)
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