The person behind the scenes must also be someone with quite high attainments in the prophecy system.

However, she re-examined Lucy Faire's fate line, and found that this incarnation seemed to be unexpectedly not bloody, and it couldn't even be called thrilling.

It's weird to be plotted but not in danger. It makes it seem like it's not a disaster, but more like a prank played by an acquaintance. Especially now, this live broadcast seems to be deliberately trying to make everyone want to

It's like the low-key young lady's reputation has been restored.

But whose prank caused such a big stir?

Sophilia subconsciously felt that she might have thought too much.

But if you think about it carefully, although this kind of thing sounds outrageous, but combined with the eldest lady's magical interpersonal relationship...

Well, things suddenly seemed normal.

After all, this is a guy who can chat and laugh with the three kings.

Thinking of the Three Kings and the pranks, the Pure White Witch suddenly had an idea.

She guessed the answer, but didn't dare to think about it any further.

so.......

"My eldest lady, wanting to be close to your level and being able to stand by your side all the time is really a stressful goal."

The pure white witch sighed and shook her head.

She calmed down, knowing that at least the eldest lady and the others would not be in any danger. At most, they would be troubled by reputation for a while, but it was not a big problem. After all, they were in the City of Night, in this city of art.

, the greater the fame, the greater the harvest.

However, Sophilia thought about it and picked up the sword at hand.

It was not the sword staff she often used, but the sword of Noah, which is the so-called Holy Sword of the God King.

This sword had been held by the God King for a period of time. Therefore, even though it was originally just a flashy decorative sword for rituals, it has now transformed into a real artifact with astonishing power.

However, the pure white witch knows that the real power of this sword lies not in its power, but in its other ability, which is...

"Sir, are you there?"

She picked up the sword and called out to the great being that she didn't know how to face or what to call with some complicated emotions.

Should she call her God King with awe and respect, or should she call her Ancestral God, or Mother?

And as she called, she soon felt a sacred and vast power descending here with the holy sword in her hand as a carrier.

Just feeling this power, Sophilia couldn't help but want to kneel down and worship. At the same time, her soul was trembling and excited, as if her life was complete at this moment.

This may be a remnant of the past life that I couldn't get.

However, Sophilia frowned and forcibly calmed her instincts. The things in her previous life were over. She was no longer the devout believer who spent her whole life struggling just in the humble hope that her mother would take a serious look at her. She was

Sophia, just Sophia.

Haha, it's ironic to say that the things you couldn't get when you wanted them can now be easily obtained after you have let them go.

Although the owner of the power in the sword did not speak, Sophilia could feel that the majestic gaze like God's will was watching her at this moment.

But, is this attention compensation due to guilt, or is it incidental to the love of the house and the bird?

Forget it, anyway, it can't be because of sincerity.

The pure white witch took a deep breath, and then looked at the holy sword in front of her respectfully but without admiration, her eyes clear and calm.

"Sir, is the eldest lady in danger?"

she asked.

Well, now she doesn't care about anything else, she only cares about her teacher and the eldest lady.

However, what surprised her, who originally thought that she could only get a vague oracle of emotional perception, was that a gentle and pleasant voice came to her ears.

"I am with her, now, in the past, and always will be."

As the voice fell, the power on the sword also disappeared.

On the throne, the pure white witch looked at the sword in her hand that had regained her composure. She was stunned for a few seconds, then silent for a few seconds. Finally, she let out a heavy breath and her eyes became firm again.

She cast her sights on the endless sea of ​​stars in front of her, and behind her was a huge fleet that covered the sky and the sun.

Next, is the performance belonging to the Apocalypse Battle Group. Unfortunately, this performance has fewer spectators and is a bit deserted.
Chapter completed!