Chapter 633: Angel Lorrain Hill

Mozwa

A damp, cold wind blows from the gloomy sky. It is clearly noon, but it is as

if dusk is approaching. One by one, the cross lightsabers rose on the ground,

clearing the twisted phantoms around them, and then just like a grating to

isolate and block those twisted phantoms trying to jump out.

Thousands of angels battled the distorted phantoms that swarmed in the air. In

the wilderness below, a square formation of soldiers was receiving the

blessing and protection of the priests. The hazy halo is attached to the body,

which can temporarily isolate the influence of the chaotic phantom on the

individual. This is also the skill and spell invented in the great war

thousands of years ago.

They waited in full battle, with their long spear points pointing to the sky,

watching the phantoms and crazy creatures that hit the wilderness.

Facing these irrational existences, there is no need for too complicated

strategies or traps, because these chaotic phantoms will instinctively gather

in crowded places and attack the souls that are like campfires.

Like a moth longing for flames, it will either swallow the flames, become more

powerful, and be burned out by the flames.

A long spear was placed in front of the shield, and then the holy rain fell

from this, landing on the cold and sharp blade of the gun, with a purifying

effect.

Although the angel sequence is not strong in combat against other

transcendental sequences, its various additional abilities have a great help

in destroying the chaotic phantom. This seems to be the mission of the

transcendental sequence.

Songs of blessings rang among the soldiers, soothing the innermost nervousness

that was gradually affected by the phantom.

Then, just after everyone was ready, the distorted phantom spreading in the

wilderness also rushed against the ground, such as seeing the most delicious

food, or the pure soul body that instinctively craves.

On the ground, the front line emitting a faint golden light is like a dam,

surrounding Mozwa, preventing the black gloom from expanding outward. Compared

with the endless swarming Kuroshio, such a dam is extremely thin, but it is

exceptionally tough, which makes people feel a shock of confrontation between

huge and small.

Sighing in the middle of the mountain range, Chris and Si Ye are standing on

top of the mountain, overlooking the huge abyss below. The frantic air current

blows on the body, the hair and skirt are shaking rapidly, and even the voice

of speaking is a little deformed by the wind. .

"It's too bad, there must be their spies in the Sage Association, and the seal

has been destroyed so thoroughly." Chris looked down sadly, and then beams of

mercury light spread around the vortex, forming a smooth mirror surface. .

These mirrors are like endless corridors of time and space, and any phantom

that passes through them will immediately appear on the other side, confining

these surging phantoms within them.

"Now we can only do our best to make it back, and hope to defeat this twisted

thing from the past as it was a thousand years ago." Si Ye sighed and opened

the book. Thousands of white flames flew out from it, and then weaved it into

a horizontal line. The network spanning thousands of meters slowly descends,

wrapping the vortex below.

"We will hold on for a few more days. Serves and other sages are building a

new seal above, and the situation will slowly get better by then." Si Ye

rarely comforted Chris, even though she looked young, But the xinxing is much

tougher.

"Oh, I see, Si Ye. I just don’t know how long I can hold on. Unlike you, I’m

not good at fighting protracted battles." Chris took out a small rotating

prism from her arms, which reflected in the fire. various colors.

"Unexpectedly, the props I made in the second era and when they appear again,

I now count on them to help me save some power, otherwise I am afraid that I

will fall asleep in a few days."

With the appearance of this pendant-like prism, it also began to rotate

automatically, and the brilliance of various colors was also reflected in the

mirror below, which seemed to become more transparent.

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As the sky darkened, a long and difficult night came.

Crancia, Dark Abyss County.

The fortresses that used to stay near the whirlpool are already in a mess. On

the towers and towers, there are dead bodies everywhere, and the figure mad in

the erosion of the chaos. They let out a desolate wailing, running in the dark

wilderness, chasing All living creatures that may be encountered.

The once tall and magnificent church is now quietly silent. A judge dressed in

black fell on the aisle and corridor. Most of his robes were empty, only the

burning ashes.

In the central hall, an angel with incomplete wings leaned against the cold

wall. Now there are only three of the four white wings left. Among them, there

are also many blackened and corroded parts, forming a corroded cavity. The

long hair that once looked like a red glow is now dim, covered in a faint

gray, and it seems to dissipate at any time.

A faint flame rose, burning off a phantom wandering in the church, and the arm

slowly dropped, falling weakly on the rocks and ruins.

Zhu Ya looked at the dome of the church, the picture depicting the past, many

memories flowed in his heart, and finally frozen in a certain afternoon when

he was a child.

At that time, she was on the back mountain of her hometown, looking at the

beautifully drawn atlas in her hands. The existences with wings were so

beautiful and fascinating.

Perhaps it was then that she gradually developed the idea of being close to

these existences, then joined the church, became a pastor, was promoted to a

priest, and until now she became the basis for the arrival of angels.

When you reap a shocking beauty, you will also reap the same amount of

sadness.

Perhaps it is precisely because of sorrow that makes that beauty an

irreplaceable and nostalgic existence. When his life was about to reach the

end, the young chief priest thought so, and then slowly closed his eyes.

———

Mozwa

The gray Kuroshio has accumulated in layers and is overwhelming. They

gradually dissipate and swallow the existence that exudes flames. The

exhausted and exhausted warriors can only step back step by step, and slowly

move closer, making the final battle between the trapped beasts in this

endless wave.

The angels who had been parading in the sky gradually disappeared, and the

white flames were gradually annihilated by the black tide.

Since the last chaos disaster, the darling of these lights has become

increasingly scarce, and now it is even more difficult to support, many

seriously injured angels have to return to the heavens to enter a long or

permanent dormancy.

A round of golden crescent moon slowly shuttled among the dark clouds,

sprinkling a little brilliance towards the gloomy earth, supporting those who

are still fighting.

The current Pope Benes slowly sat down weakly, and she looked down at the huge

mouth that did not break under the mountain in front, and compassion and

sorrow slowly rose in her eyes.

"How long and how long will this disaster last? Can we see the last hope

come...cough cough." She coughed up black blood weakly.

"Perhaps I am the pope with the shortest reign. It's really ugly, Beines." She

laughed mockingly, then struggled to get up, and with the support of several

priests on the side, walked to the front again.

The night slowly entered the darkest moment. After receiving the news from all

parties, the many Sequence 9 transcendents of the Sage Association gradually

gave up hope and began to prepare some back-hands instead. When the vortex was

already unable to block up quickly, they could only hope that they had been

engaged in a painful tug-of-war for decades as they did last time.

As if underground in eternal darkness and darkness, the silver-haired girl was

still sitting on her knees, her transparent blue eyes gleaming dots of light,

watching the eternally repeating and eternal message flashing by in front of

her.

.....

[Connection failed...]

[According to the 3192th instruction of the Second Human Survival Committee,

any unit will not be allowed to connect to the Ixelka network again. ]

[Connection failed...]

[According to the 3192th instruction of the Second Human Survival Committee,

any unit will not be allowed to connect to the Ixelka network again. ]

[Connection failed...]

[According to the 3192th instruction of the Second Human Survival Committee,

any unit will not be allowed to connect to the Ixelka network again. ]

[Connection failed...]

[According to the 3192th instruction of the Second Human Survival Committee,

any unit will not be allowed to connect to the Ixelka network again. ]

....

Like a never-ending cycle, no matter what method Lorrain Hill takes to

activate this sun fragment, there is no response, and even if it requests to

connect to the Ixa network, there will never be an effective response. It

seems that the ancient and extraordinary network. It has long been broken, and

the throne of God above it does not end.

Finally, the exhausted girl fell into the mud, and the barrier beside her

dimmed and disappeared, and countless phantoms swarmed up to the original pure

existence.

Lorrain Hill only felt all kinds of illusions coming, and his consciousness

gradually blurred. It was like sinking into the deep sea, without seeing any

light.

Fragmented pictures emerged in my mind, and they were flashing away. Some of

them were ordinary, some were ugly, and some were beautiful, as if they were a

momentary slice of countless lives, traces of the existence of vivid faces in

the past.

They ran on their own paths of life, some laughed, some weeped, some anger,

some panic. These messy to the extreme fragments of memory are like shattering

countless drawings, and then mixing them together, leaving only Under the

shapeless colorful debris.

If beauty is a symmetrical, regular, and pleasing existence, then these

fragments are asymmetrical, completely irregular, extremely disordered and

distorted ugly.

He will not provide you with anything of value, nor can he show any specific

emotions. He will always be broken, trivial, repetitive, boring, irritating

and disgusting.

These debris slowly infiltrated Lorrain Hill's soul like fine sand, and then

began to dismember the connection, trying to make it into a broken existence

like himself.

But this kind of behavior has encountered some troubles. Although these

"grains of sand" try to destroy the integrity of its soul body and let it be

broken, but unlike all soul bodies, there seems to be no so-called so-called

in this special soul body. Junction.

From the beginning to the end, it is as transparent as a cloud of air. Even if

it is separated, it will reclose itself. There is no need for a so-called

connection point, or it is a connection point itself. When these sand

particles flow through, they gather again and return to the original state.

In this way, the sand particles shuttled back and forth in the clear water,

time after time, time after time. Until it gradually loses vitality, it slowly

settles down in clear water, and accumulates into different colors according

to different properties.

And in this chaos, the world began to appear clear and different colors.

Although this is the most elementary color, it is just a pile of fragments of

similar colors, but this sorting out has also become the cornerstone of

everything that follows.

I don't know how long it had passed, as if it had been several years, and as

if it had only been a few hours, Lorrain Hill woke up again.

She sat up slowly, there were still a lot of dirt and dirt on her calves and

knees, but at this moment she felt a little more refreshed.

She stared at her hands blankly, and a little bit of light rose from the palm

of her hand. It was the pure light sand washed by the chaotic phantom,

bringing strands of magic or power.

Although such power is weak to one billionth of a billion, and even expanded

thousands of times can not evoke a ray of breeze shaking the candle, but it is

still a real and innocent power.

[Connect all hearts and transcendents, extract the purest prayer among them,

and weave them into a crown of gods]

Until this moment, Lorrain Hill really understood how the miracle of the

Throne of God was achieved. And this finally opened the door to everything.

She lifted her head clearly and looked at the dim sky above her head, and a

pair of brand-new wings began to stretch out on her back.

It is not the magic power of an angel sequence, nor is it the composition of

any extraordinary sequence, it seems to be the purest and most transparent

existence, extremely thin, and extremely dreamy.

The transparent wings reflect the faint brilliance and slowly extend, and then

open. With a gentle wave, any chaotic phantom that approaches is filtered in

the wings and turned into a faint seven-color light sand, quietly spilling.

The silver-haired girl no longer feared the distorted phantom that filled the

sky, slowly rising from the dirt and pitch black, flapping her wings, leaving

behind a trajectory like the star sand of the Ganges River.

As the magic in the body gradually filled, the second pair of wings also

quietly unfolded, extending into this endless darkness.

And she is like the most beautiful light in the world, attracting those

swimming phantoms.

In the night, a flamboyant figure rose from the dark ground, flapping the

glorious and transparent wings, bringing up a trajectory like a glow, and

slowly rising into the air. At this time, the third pair of wings finally

spread out slowly.

As if it was the sound of a certain signal, when the third pair of wings

shined, everything began to turn to a certain qualitative change.

The wings extend hundreds of meters from the back, and the transparent

feathers are like electric circuits, flowing with seven-color silk patterns.

And its end even stretches into an unreachable void.

The sky slowly brightened, and the light and wind of the morning light began

to illuminate the earth again. The desperate people on the earth looked up at

the figure in the morning light, even though there was still an endless wave

of black in front of them, but the beautiful figure seemed to bring people

endless Their hope and courage made them gradually sober from sinking.

Lorrainhill slowly floated in the sky, and the three pairs of wings behind him

extended into the endless void, which seemed to be connected to the origin of

the world, or a deeper existence.

She closed her eyes slightly, and the mechanical voice of the system finally

changed.

[Discover the remaining Sun Throne node... Attempting to repair] A gleam of

light flashed in the transparent wings.

[Waiting 2%...8%...19%...39%...84%...100%]

[Repair is complete, reconnect with the Sun Throne]

[Start of Applicant's Qualification Check]

[Identity code is found to be abnormal, and the retrospective audit mechanism

is started]

[Traceability project one, review completed]

[Traceability project two, review completed]

[Traceability project three, review completed]

...

[After review, resubmit application qualification]

[Angel Archetype·Lorrain Hill, qualification check begins]

[Complete the check, pass it completely, and start empowering. ]

[Waiting...]

[Starting fugue, searching for suitable prefix...]

[Currently available power titles are: original, wind, courteous, pure,

supreme, Zhengyan...]

Numerous symbols of power appeared one by one in Lorrain Hill's eyes, and just

before she had time to take a closer look, these symbols suddenly disappeared.

[The system self-check is completed. Since the current number of candidates

for the Sun Crown is less than or equal to 1, a special mechanism is activated

to directly assign names and have all permissions to unlock the ability. ]

[Welcome back, the last angel of the end, Lorrainhill. After this fugue, the

Sun Throne will hand over all permissions, and the granting of all rules and

powers will be restarted again. ]

[All members of the Survival Committee salute you, long live mankind! ]

As if the newly born sun descended on the world, layers of crowns descended

from the sky and applied to the body.

The mighty circle breaks through all the atmosphere and obstacles, and the

pure and extreme blue-purple sky unfolds in the sky.

And that tiny figure was protected by gold flame wings after another,

seemingly slow, but actually breaking through the atmosphere like light, step

by step ascending to the top of the sky.

One door after another appeared from the sky, thousands of golden doors opened

in the air.

One after another angels awakened from their deep sleep, and thousands of

sacred angels flew in the light.

The white wings are covered with a layer of golden flames, UU Reading

www.uukanshu.com follows the ethereal and supreme existence in the center,

spiraling upwards, forming a vast sky tower

Here, the sacred hymn sounded, and nearly one hundred thousand transcendental

sequence 9 or above archangels sang in unison. That sacred movement was

recorded in the ninth symphony, the fourth movement in the past.

From the outer side of the planet, a gorgeous crown that is larger and shining

than the moon gradually formed. It seems to be made of the most beautiful gold

thread in the world, layered on top of each other, and extremely beautiful.

At the same time, the mighty ripples slowly spread, spreading into the vast

sea of stars, and the entire star system began to enter a stable moment of

shining brilliance.

At the same time, all the transcendents in the world began to lose their

power, and all the manas were directly transformed into pure solar power in

the void, filling and controlling every corner of the world.

The crown of the sun, representing eternity and absoluteness, rises at this

moment.

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