Chapter 8 Judgment (III)

The sky is shining with stars that never fall, and the soft starlight and light rain fall on the heads of lucky and devout believers. Around the brightest stars, hundreds of flying meteors are equally beautiful.

Those are angels. Some of the most devout believers said to the people around them.

The night is moving.

Under the night, the glorious stars shine on the entire continent. This beautiful, mysterious, dreamy night is very long.

The stars shine on the vast mountains, rivers, deserts, and oceans, and also shine on the quiet and deep valleys everywhere.

The Elf Valley is still as quiet as before. However, on this night, the quiet and beautiful valley is a little quiet. In the past, the valley is filled with peaceful and beautiful tranquility, and on this night, the Elf Valley is covered with dead silence. Occasionally, a few crows will fly through the air, and they circulate, as if they want to find a delicious meal in this dead silence. However, the rich and almost solidified atmosphere in the valley makes them shudder and fly to the distance.

The huge and magnificent magic array in the Elf Valley still exists, but all the magic symbols have lost their luster. The magnificent temple that once floated in the air has also turned into a dark huge rock, tilted and sunken into the ground.

The cold night blinked across the bodies of the elves. These elves lay quietly on the ground, as if they were in the deepest sleep. They had different postures, and many of them still maintained their movements during their lifetime, as if the sleeping fell on everyone's heads at the same time. In this dead elf valley, there was a figure moving.

He was wearing a green robe and his figure was straight and straight, slowly walking among the elves who could not rise up. He helped the fallen elves one by one, placed them in a peaceful position of lying on his back, and sorted out slightly messy clothes for them. Occasionally, he would stand up straight and stretch his muscles and bones as if he was extremely tired. But he didn't know if he was tired in his heart or in his body.

The moment he stood up straight, the cold night lighted his face, elegant and calm, it was Seus. But there were a few more knife-like patterns on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, which added a lot of grace to him.

At this moment, the door of a building with no windows in a corner of the valley suddenly opened, and the brilliant light shone out from the door, instantly reflecting the entire Elf Valley.

In this light, Effier blew out of the building like a wind. She was wearing exquisite armor, and a faint magical mist rose from the armor, lingering around her. Fluid armor leaves stretched out from the armor, which both decorative and also looked as if they were both offensive and defensive. As her movements, the light golden ponytail also danced in the air, flying and jumping away.

Effier held a longbow in her hand. The bow was dark red, as if it was condensed from blood. The statues of the twelve great elves on the bow also looked very ferocious. They did not look like peace-loving elves, but they were somewhat like bloody blood elves.

With the moment of light emitted from the armor, Effier saw clearly the scene of the entire Elf Valley. She stared at the floating temple that had turned into a huge stubborn stone and the elves across the land. After a while, she looked at Xius, who was still sorting out the appearance of the sleeping elves.

"Elder Sius, your ceremony failed?"

While carefully straightening the messy long hair of an elf girl, Seus replied slowly: "It can't be said to be a failure, but I don't know if it's successful. All we need to do is complete this ceremony. As for the result, I think I can't see it anymore."

Effier frowned and said, "Elder Sius, you have been busy with this ritual for the years. But I don't understand why you must awaken Hilo? In my opinion, with the power that our plane can condense, there is almost no possibility of awakening Hilo. You are completely busy with a hopeless goal. And then again, Hilo had already failed in front of the Lord God of Heaven back then. Over the years, it seems that the Lord Gods of Heaven have not been idle, but Hilo has been sleeping. Even if you awaken it, will such a loser reverse the whole situation?"

Xius stopped the movement in his hand and raised his head in surprise. He looked at Effie. This fully armed elf girl was as beautiful as before, but at this moment, she had a sharp murderous aura on her body.

Xius sighed and said, "Effier, you are not what a pious elf should say..."

"Why should we be pious? Just because piety is a tradition of elves?" Effier asked back: "In fact, Hilo looks at elves and the gods of heaven regarding the Light Church. If the gods of heaven had not occupied this plane, Hilo would probably treat the elves in the same way millions of years. So, why should I be pious?"

Xius raised her long eyebrows, her face slightly angry, and her eyes suddenly became sharp. But Effier's clear gaze met Xius's gaze without shrinking.

After a moment, Seus sighed, and his expression suddenly seemed very bleak and lonely. His eyes slowly swept across the elves in the valley and sighed: "Effie, what you said... cannot be said to be wrong. So let's forget Hilo, anyway, there is no time for this plane. Now we two are the last elves in this plane. You don't want to fight me first at this time, right?"

Effier was silent for a moment, and finally relaxed his slender five fingers holding the dark blood longbow. Looking at the dead Elf Valley, the simple and direct Elf girl also had unconcealed sadness and confusion in her eyes.

A faint mist covered the star-like eyes.

"Elder Sius, why... why did you... turn all the elves into sacrifices of Hilo? I really don't know that the magic circle you have spent countless hard work and hundreds of years to prepare... is actually used for this purpose. Since you can't escape destruction after all, since you are also despair, why not let them die in glory in battle and die under this illusory glory?"

Seus straightened his body and looked up at the high night sky. Under the shadow of the starry sky, he was like a standing ancient pine, proud, tall and lonely.

Xius did not give an answer to Effier's question. Perhaps only the gods in the dark would know that Xius did not want to answer, or could not answer.

Effier didn't wait for Sius's answer, and turned around and walked out of the valley. She walked past the many elves, and with each step, the light on the armor and longbow would dim. The light golden ponytail no longer jumped, but fell straight, like a solidified golden waterfall.

It was at this moment that Effier's steps suddenly stopped. She raised her head, narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and looked into the night sky.

The star representing divine brilliance shone brightly at some point. For a moment, the dazzling water-blue light completely overwhelmed the blue moon in a corner of the night sky. The number of meteors flying around the stars quietly doubled.

Another brilliant rain of light fell from the sky.

Unlike the light rain that fell before, this time the light rain was much more gorgeous. In the countless falling flower rains, dozens of meteors hovering around the stars also landed.

Effier's slender and snow-white fingers were put away one by one, and she held the dark blood longbow tightly. Between her fingers, there seemed to be a trace of invisible murderous aura.

Bang!

The streamer of Effier's hair tied up suddenly broke, and her long light golden hair immediately lost its restraint and flew in the night sky.

Even though there is no wind.

Effier began to walk out of the Elf Valley again.

Seus suddenly said, "Aren't you going to go to him? There's really not much time left."

Effier said without looking back: "I know, but I won't go to find him. I don't want him to see me falling down, and I don't want to see him falling down. So it's better to fight each other and not meet!"

Her crisp words echoed in the valley, and her figure had long disappeared into the night.

Xius looked at the direction where Effier's figure disappeared and remained motionless for a long time. Until the gorgeous rain of light had disappeared under the night sky, he shook his head and sighed: "Why don't you, your child, leave? This is neither his war nor your war. This is...my war..."

He stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head, looked up at the unfalling stars in the night sky, and it turned into a statue.

After a moment, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in the dead Elf Valley, which sounded like the sound of porcelain breaking.

From now on, the night on the mainland is no longer quiet.

On the east of the continent and on the shore of the ocean, there is a curling tower standing. This is the residence and magic laboratory of the great magician Beauvotta and his disciples. Beauvotta is irritable, moody, and extremely disgusted with people disturbing his research, so he chose this land in the wilderness and no one else to build his own tower.

Like it or not, building a tower is an unwritten tradition of the great magicians on the mainland. It seems that if it is not like this, it is not enough to demonstrate the identity of the great magician.

Beauvotta had already discovered the stars that never fell in the night sky, but his interest was all on elemental creatures in the anteroplanets, and an important research was at a critical moment, so he didn't care about this.

But he did not expect that uninvited visitors would come to visit his tower so soon.

In the soft light and faint chants, the three angels slowly landed on the large terrace of the magic tower. Under the night sky, the wings behind them were so white, even a little dazzling.

The angel in the lead had a very gentle face. She gently knocked on the terrace door. The slight knock was exchanged for a hoarse roar:

"Who is outside? Too fucking hell, it made this place so bright! My magic experiments were ruined! Damn, no matter who you are, don't even think about leaving alive tonight. I have dozens of hungry elemental creatures here!"

Accompanied by the thunderous roar, a short and fat old man holding a magic scepter opened the door of the terrace with great force. After seeing the three angels standing on the terrace, he was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and looked at the three angels carefully.

After a moment, the old man said in a huge voice that was incomparable to his body shape: "It turns out that you are angels who came directly from heaven! It is indeed unexpected, but I am not interested in the heaven now, and I cannot say that I believe in the respected supreme god. You go, I won't care about the failure of this experiment. Otherwise, my biological combat power in another world would probably be no less than that of you angels..."

Beauvotta was only halfway through his words, and was flooded by the blood that suddenly surged in his throat. He looked at the sword edge that suddenly appeared in his chest in confusion. This was a giant sword, and the sword edge was still burning with a faint flame in the heavenly world. Beauvotta's wound had already turned into a piece of coke, so he could not feel the pain.

He raised his head with difficulty, pointed his finger at the expressionless angel in front of him, and whispered, but his last spell could never be completed. He paused the magic scepter and wanted to summon his disciples, but there was no response.

"Dear sir, you have made two mistakes." The angel in front of you said in a flat-paneled voice: "First, you should not blaspheme the Lord God. Second, we have more than three."

A huge pillar of fire soared into the sky, and it was not reduced slightly until it was a hundred meters high. In this torch that shone brightly on the coast of the sea, the magic tower collapsed with a bang.

Westwood is a small city, but in the Austro-Hungarian Empire, almost no one did not know this small city. The only reason is that Westwood has a small-scale knight academy, which is known for cultivating the best knights. The Marquis of West China, who presided over the academy, was over 80 years old. When he was young, he served as the marshal of the Empire and was named after the power of the holy land. After his retirement, he devoted all his energy to this knight academy.

The Marquis was a devout believer. Therefore, when the stars appeared in the night, his old face also shone brightly. However, the Marquis was also an authentic soldier, so although this night was special, he still forced all the students to go to bed on time, and walked towards the bedroom as usual.

When he opened the bedroom door, the Marquis was surprised to find two angels floating in his room.

"Praise the gods in heaven!" The old marquis put his hands on his chest, raised his head to the sky, and prayed excitedly: "You sent an angel to lead me into your kingdom..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sensation of fire-like pain in his chest. The Marquis looked at the angel in front of him in disbelief, and watched him insert the sudden giant sword into his chest expressionlessly.

At this moment, Jianfeng's advance was so slowly that the old Marquis could even see the faint holy flame on Jianfeng sintering the flesh and blood around his wound!

"God... is this... why..." The Marquis gasped and his eyes began to dissipate. From the corner of his eyes, he had already seen the fire rising into the sky.

The answer does not come from the angel in front of you, but from a faint voice behind you.

"For there is no place for you in the kingdom of the gods, whether you are pious or not."

The Marquis suddenly realized.

He suddenly felt that the voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. At the moment before he fell into darkness, he finally remembered where he had heard it somewhere.
Chapter completed!