Chapter 276 Aftermath
It stands to reason that Wei Miao only has consciousness here now, and the shadow is just an elusive illusion, but it can still be infected by his power.
She had to adopt a more conservative attitude.
Don’t even look at the magic circle.
She can roughly guess the progress of the situation simply by relying on changes in the surrounding environment.
"The Silent Death actually directly lowered its divine power. What kind of monster does he want to breed here?"
"It is definitely his dependent, otherwise there is no need to directly use the statues in the Requiem Realm."
Wei Miao suddenly remembered something: "I understand."
"The soul hunter is not a real god's loved one, or in other words, just a false god's loved one! He can't even hold up for three hundred years of wear and tear. , obviously has not reached the level of the gods in consciousness, but is like a mortal with no strong power, and the consciousness is not worthy of the essence."
"And what is to be born next is the real god. . The deep hatred of the ghoul is not a kind of firm consciousness. With the addition of firewood by the soul hunter, the supply and body shaping of the soul power, and the intervention of the Silent Death, it has enough capital for advancement."
Just now I had some clues, something happened here again.
A power tainted with a sacred aura suddenly descended, as warm as spring, caressing the face gently, slightly repelling the cold silence.
The soft white light overshadowed the green fireworks for a moment.
A feeling of joy arises spontaneously.
By the grace of God, He tolerates us with a heart broader than the earth, sincerely blesses me and protects me, helps me expel coldness and malice, eliminates disasters and pain, and even saves me from death and ascends. On the dome...
"There is no doubt that this is the handwriting of the blessing angel."
Wei Miao's main consciousness immediately cut through these praising thoughts.
Compared with the incongruous but irresistible weird feeling of Death's Way, the Blessing Angel's method is more like poison packed in candied fruit.
It is more subtle, subtly transforming consciousness, focusing on a kindness that makes you praise Him from the bottom of your heart.
He seems to be your backer, and will treat you with clear kindness, bless you, and protect you.
If you have bad luck, He will wish you good luck; if you are bruised and bruised, He will wish you recovery; if nothing happens to you, He will also wish you success.
Everything seems to be about you first and for your own good. The indescribable sense of trust makes people believe in these illusions unconditionally.
People are wary of evil intentions, but willing to accept good intentions.
Gentleness here can kill the most.
If someone is willing to tolerate you unconditionally and treat you well, I’m afraid no one will be tempted.
Those who are willing take the bait.
But it is hard to say whether this kind of "voluntariness" has been guided or whether it can still be called "voluntary".
The power of the two gods clashed fiercely here. This level of competition may not be noticeable on the surface. It may even be that these are just some dregs leaking from the gaps between fingers. In His indifference, Spread freely everywhere.
Some surrounding things related to them will have corresponding symbols.
Black mist and white light are the embodiment of their power. With such a high level of power, just the contact of consciousness through the air will cause erosion. If it were not intentionally limited to this, a little aftermath would be enough to crush the small town of Sabo countless times.
But for some reason, this kind of erosion seems a bit too light to Wei Miao.
She is quite self-aware. Although she had never been exposed to the will of gods before and could not imagine its power, based on the detailed knowledge provided by the learned scholars, with her current intensity of consciousness, she was not even qualified to turn it into nourishment in one face-to-face encounter.
She once speculated that the masquerade may have played a "curtain" role in it.
The two forces are intertwined in life and death, the whole room is flickering, and the situation is strange. The originally blazing green flame showed signs of instability, as if a strong wind was passing by, suddenly getting bigger and sometimes smaller.
Even the shadow on the cross became a little dim.
Once a confrontation occurs, there is no control over it, and the "intermediary" does not have such ability.
The aftermath of the flood is like a vortex in the deep sea that destroys everything. In the chaos, the sense of space is distorted, the sense of time is deprived, and colorful halos appear and disappear out of thin air.
Within the dim field of vision, all objects appear to have a particleized visual effect in the blink of an eye, and the ribbons are stretched and distorted, just like the distorted screen of an old-fashioned TV.
In the blurred hallucination, I couldn’t tell when it was, and a magnificent and broken picture passed through my consciousness.
In the dim yellow sky, there are countless light spots of various colors like stars, either bright or dark.
On the ground, the solidified bones seemed to be cast from molten gold, both humanoid and unknown beasts. Without exception, they looked up to the sky, raising their thin arm bones high, as if eager to grab something.
The picture is reversed. In the center of the bone field, a dark golden giant Gothic coffin is composed of layers of broken bones. The soul attached to it is singing softly, breathtaking hymns and Requiem flowed out.
Zervia!
I don’t know where it came from, but the secret name of this area was imprinted in the depths of Wei Miao’s mind, becoming a name she would never forget.
In another picture, what catches the eye is the towering dome of the palace, with exquisite patterns forming gorgeous painted murals.
The soft skylight shines through the gaps between the dome pillars, making this place holy and noble.
At the end of the long hall, a being covered with white wings was swinging on a swing made of light. Countless images circulated around him, making it difficult for people to clearly see where he was.
The sacred song played from nowhere floated away, and countless white feathers followed, naturally covering the peeping mouth, and shattering the picture with it.
In the reversed order, common sense is no longer firm.
However, a graceful figure leisurely passed in front of Wei Miao and walked towards the refining formation.
Obviously she has been wrapped up in endless illusions of time and space, but amidst the numerous thoughts, Wei Miao still maintains considerable sanity, like an unshakable rock under the waves.
Her eyes followed the figure across the bizarre scenery.
"I have seen her, the woman dressed as a ghoul during the All Saints' Day ceremony! I didn't expect that she would appear at this moment."
Her appearance, in Wei Very unexpected.
Wei Miao could foresee that there might be a confrontation between the two forces, but she didn't know why the woman she had met once and whom she suspected was a real corpse came here at such a sensitive moment.
Besides, looking at the way she was leisurely strolling through the fierce aftermath, it was obvious that she was not a simple character.
Is this an increase from the Silent Death side?
While passing by Wei Miao, she seemed to be aware of Wei Miao's presence and glanced sideways.
A relaxed and joyful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
As she walked away, Wei Miao could only see her back.
The simple light blue silk clothes shattered into fly ash as she walked, and she walked naked towards the rising flames.
Peaceful yet determined, she sank into the flames.
In an instant, a strange premonition made Wei Miao's heart throb.
Before she could find the source of this feeling, the green flame actually changed color under her eyes.
The flame was still cold, but as red as blood!