As soon as the witch doctor apostle Matafus received the news, she immediately rushed back from the remote giant island of Ruhe. For this, she paid a huge price to have the teleportation servant open the portal for her alone.

When she came out of the portal, she saw a panicked kingdom of winged people.

"Something really happened."

Matafusi didn't stop at all, and immediately spread her wings and rushed towards the direction of the Bright Kingdom.

Along the way, her heart was tense, and she had no idea what the situation in the distance had become.

The more you guess, the more you feel that the situation may have reached a very serious point.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

While nervous, she was holding something in her hand.

But the picture of going to Guangming Holy Mountain the last time appeared involuntarily in his mind.

On the Bright Holy Mountain.

On the day the heavenly covenant was signed, it was still standing on the earth at this time. Matafus was invited to travel all the way to the Kingdom of Brightness. She climbed the kingdom and the ladder that her grandfather Us had never been able to climb in her entire life, and met the legendary King of Angels here.

Duma, the king of angels, met her alone and asked her a question about the witch doctor. "I heard that the secret of the witch doctor is to find the perfect form of each race, and the ultimate secret of the witch doctor is to find the perfect form of the intelligent species."

Matafus nodded, "That's right."

Duma, the king of angels, looked at Matafuss: "And you found the perfect form of the wisdom species." Matafuss said, "It was not me who found the perfect form of the wisdom species, but the will of the gods. It was the choice of fate. , and I just happened to be the one who appeared in line with the times." "Not me, it would be someone else, it could be anyone else."

Duma: "But fate chose you in the end, and you must be a special existence to fate."

Although Matafus wanted to keep a straight face and maintain a modest posture, the corner of her mouth could not help showing a smile. She was a little happy and proud to be praised by the King of Angels.

Duma asked another question: "If we say that the perfect form of the wisdom species is the legendary soul species."

"Then, what should the perfect form of an angel look like?"

Matafus didn't know either, she thought about it carefully.

"The power of the Sky Angel comes from spirituality, and spirituality currently has only a few abilities and directions of use. The most basic is to maintain the existence of consciousness and wisdom, and further, to use the special connection between spirituality and physical body to transform life forms."

"The God of Harvest and the black dragon Anu took this path, and their final form has the templates of the Feathered Serpent and the Giant Dragon, one affecting plants and the other affecting animals."

"However, that should not be the end."

"I'm not very familiar with the core of the power of the sky angel. Which path are you walking on?"

Duma cast a divine spell and showed it to Matafuss.

"We also have the form of a sky angel through spiritual and physical influences, but our way of divine magic has not used this power to affect ourselves."

"It's about influencing other people, or things, through spiritual power."

"We can heal others by spiritually affecting their bodies, and we can also judge them."

"We also affect all kinds of dead things through spirituality, turning some ordinary objects into our weapons, such as light, wind, water and so on."

"Apostle-level sky angels can even use the spirit descending technique to temporarily turn wingman or even ordinary powers into sky angels with one of their own feathers, possessing powerful power." Matafus understood what, said in a low voice.

"Soul Fusion Seal."

This is what was left behind by Xiao, the **** of spiritual authority. It seems that whether it is the Feathered Serpent Kurmis or Duma, both have inheritance.

Duma briefly described the power of the Winged Man, and finally withdrew his power.

"Wingman has no real **** yet, and the final form and path have not been determined yet.

Come. "You are the apostle of the God of Witch Doctor, so please help me find the perfect form of the Sky Angel!"

Matafus recorded it carefully, then raised her head and said, "I'm not sure what I found, it must be what you want."

Duma still wanted Matafus to help, and she even offered something. look.

Her goal, or what she wants is not only to find the perfect form of the sky angel. Matafus took the thing from Duma's hand, it was a spar containing the seal of the fusion spell.

She asked, "What is this?"

Duma: "My spiritual source."

Duma said: "I haven't told Lomir about this yet. I am going to use my wisdom, desire, and memory as the cornerstone to disperse into the three winged kingdoms and arrange the heavenly contract ceremony. At that time, I will sleep for a long time. a period of time."

"The source of my spirituality is temporarily entrusted to you, Matavus, for safekeeping."

"You can also use it to find the perfect form of the Sky Angel."

Matafus immediately felt the unusual meaning: "It's just that, there is no need to do this step, you are the heir born of mythology, and the source of spirituality still has the authority left by God."

Duma stared at Matafuss and said, "How can the road to becoming a **** be smooth sailing!"

"This heavenly contract ceremony is the fastest way for us to have a myth, but we will also expose various weaknesses."

"Unfortunately, we don't have much time left."

"The times are changing too fast, and Yiren can't keep up with the pace of the times. The more we delay, the more problems and difficulties we will face."

"The giant island of Ruhe has been completely divided up, and even the Evil Peninsula and the Montenegro Peninsula have entered the battleground between the gods and the gods. Under the tide of the times, it is impossible for the winged people to avoid it like before. .”

Matafuss: "It's a little risky."

Duma: "The Wingmen have nothing, we have to take risks."

"People with background will talk about seeking stability, because they know that they will succeed." "People without background can only take risks to find a chance, because they know that waiting will only fail."

When Duma said these words, she suddenly froze.

Because, without knowing it, she suddenly thought of her father.

He seems to have said something similar.

Matafuss: "What do you need me to do, I'm just an apostle, and my accumulation is many times worse than you who have become gods."

Duma told Matafuss: "If Romil and I fail, I hope that the Celestial Envoy is still there, and I hope that the light is still there."

Matafus understood that Duma hoped to preserve the seeds for the Kingdom of Light and the Sky Envoy.

Duma: "If that day comes, I hope you can come too."

"If all goes well, I look forward to your coming to our feast and celebration and bringing us the perfect form of the Angel."

Having said that, Duma changed his words.

"if."

"If the worst happens to you, you take my spiritual source with you."

"Seek out opportunities to help us rebuild our heavenly kingdom of light."

Duma always seems to be a little pessimistic, planning for the worst, but she is always full of hope for the future.

"I believe that one day the power of light will shroud the Winged Man."

Matafuss: "Why do you believe so firmly?"

Duma: "Because this is what all winged people desire. Although the power of mortals is not strong, their aspirations can affect the times, everything, and even fate." At first, Matafus thought that Duma hoped that the God of Witch Doctor would take action, but she still felt a little embarrassed, because the God of Witch Doctor in the astral world would probably not interfere in such matters. However, Duma seemed to understand this kind of thing, so he didn't bring it up in the end.

But she knew better that although the witch doctor **** in the astral world was unlikely to help them, the same

The high-ranking sixth-order gods will not covet them, and the human forces of the witch doctor gods are also controlled by Matafus in front of them.

While Matafus is the apostle of the witch doctor, she also has the identity of a winged person. In a sense, the other party is the most suitable candidate.

Memories of the past.

Matafus gradually arrived at the location of the covenant city, and all she could see were snow embers covering the ground and black snow dancing in the sky.

It was the first time Matafus had seen such a scene: "When the rain from the abyss turned into snow, it turned out to be like this?"

She opened the mental force field, and then flew forward.

At this time, the battle of the three gods who became gods in the kingdom of heaven has gone from daytime to midnight.

Meld, the **** king, was just interrupted by Naproseth, the king of hell, and the stick of primitive desire was broken, leaving only one spar.

Matafus raised her head, watching the kingdom of God at the far end of the world collapse and fall.

The black snow drifting in the sky also gradually stopped.

Matafus immediately stopped, looking at the sky in disbelief.

"Heaven!"

"there is none left?"

One hand in her sleeve was tightly holding the source of spirituality, and her hands were hanging down a little weakly, hanging in the air blankly.

At the same time, a large number of existences that were originally hidden around, or powerful people who just arrived showed their heads one after another.

The originally dead and silent land became lively in an instant.

These people came for various reasons, either because of mission, or because of desire, or representing the will of a certain kingdom or force.

"The victor is Naproseth, the king of hell." Someone looked at the bottle of original sin in the sky, and the shadow standing between the sky and the earth was shocked.

"King of Hell, has this evil guy really become a god?" Before, everyone was guessing who would be the final winner.

"How could it be so easy to become a god?" More and more shadows appeared.

"Maybe, it will fall later." Everyone stared at the shadow on the other side, the terrifying silhouette of a god. In the past, this power was unmatched. Unfortunately, it is not the ancient times now. This is a **** walking on the earth. The age of the world.

"Is the God of Original Sin about to appear? If the abyss is defeated and everyone divides it up, will multiple gods appear immediately?" Some arrogant people even began to look forward to the destruction of the abyss.

"If you can pick up the authority of the evil **** of original sin..." Arrogant people are not the end, on top of that, there are lunatics.

"Be careful, the real battle of gods may be coming soon." Some people still have a clue, looking into the distance cautiously, the three gods have already created such a terrible scene, if many gods descend here, What kind of picture is that?

Under a windmill in the distance.

The two figures stood side by side, indifferent to the fall of the Bright Kingdom.

However, when the ceramic villain Naproses is about to become a god, things are different. "As expected, the King of Hell won."

"That guy should make a move!"

"However, it's not that easy."

The King of Wrath and the Lord of Purgatory looked at each other, and their possessed existence walked forward together.

When the king of **** becomes a god, not only they will take action to stop it, but the gods will definitely take action. They came here to add insult to injury, and no matter what, they couldn't make Xiao the master of the abyssal **** system.

But just as they took a step, their expressions suddenly changed.

"who?"

The King of Wrath and the Lord of Purgatory turned their heads, their expressions extremely horrified.

It was also at this time that the Light Realm poured out from one end of the earth, covering the sky and the earth like a sky curtain.

"Time reset."

The dark clouds in the sky were instantly cleared away, turning into a starry sky thousands of miles away.

stars jaya

Without the slightest occlusion, the light shone as brightly as possible. It was the first time for everyone who saw this scene on the earth to feel the sea of ​​stars shining so brightly.

But the sky was clear of clouds and snow, but it started to fall again.

It's just that the snow that fell this time was exceptionally different. The snowflakes were crystal clear and had a hollow and complex structure.

The snow fell slowly.

Very slowly.

As it slowly fell, the whole world slowed down.

The beautiful and complex crystal structure of the snowflake makes it not as beautiful as snow, but more like musical notes falling from the sky.

"Snowing."

"What kind of snow is this? It's so beautiful."

"Have you heard it? It seems that there is a melody reverberating."

"Who's playing?"

That is the note of the years.

And as this strange hollow snow crystal flower fell to the ground, everything came to a standstill. The expression of the person looking up at the sky froze for an instant, the river under the ice stopped flowing, and even the wind passing through the valley stopped.

Silent Kingdom.

At this moment, the real silence fell, and there was no more sound.

The three kingdoms of Yiren's silence, good news, and oracle are all frozen. In the true sense of freezing, even the years cannot flow.

In an instant, all the gods of the dream world cast their gazes over.

This time, they were fully focused.

The gods stood up from their thrones unconsciously, and looked at Yiren's bright land with incredulous eyes.

At this moment, they are the only ones who can really observe this scene.

All the people in the enchantment have fallen into the restart time. They saw a huge crystal tablet rising from the ground, and a gray-haired fairy sat on the stone tablet, looking up at the sky.

She froze space and time, playing the chapters of the years.

And as the movement sounded, a huge golden giant hand fell from the sky.

The whole world is like an hourglass, held in that huge hand, and then turned upside down.

During the performance of the music.

Everything begins to annihilate, everything begins to reorganize.

Everything that happened no longer exists, and the past returns.

"What is this doing, everything has changed, what was destroyed is restored, and the dead are returning?" Even the gods don't understand how this is done, all they can see is that time is restarting. Flowing back, the cities and heavens that were originally destroyed, and the dead people are coming back to life one by one.

"Back in time?" At present, few people know the artifact of the historical monument. Maybe some people have heard the story of the ice fairy, but most people have not really understood the power and transformation of the ice fairy.

"The authority of the ruler of dreams!" The gods in the world watched the sky fall, playing with the giant hands of time, and fell silent one by one.

Finally, the eyes of the gods fell on the monument.

"What artifact is that?"

No matter who it is, their heads are stunned by this artifact, and they cannot accept such an existence in the world.

It was as if a fantasy that could not exist at all, something that could exist only in concepts, appeared before their eyes.

Incomprehensible, unimaginable.

Because of its strength, but not only because of its strength.

Because even if it is a god, it is impossible to make everything happen again.

Because no matter how powerful it is, it cannot turn back time.

And that artifact can.

The root of wisdom.

Polik and Naproses under the root tree were dumbfounded. Their consciousness was not frozen because they were connected to the root of wisdom, but this did not mean that they were not affected. Although Naproseth himself is not in it, his body is in the Covenant City of the Kingdom of Silence.

He gets it all there.

It will also be on the myth there.

Naproseth watched the time start to reset, and remained motionless for a long time.

"How can this be?"

Naproseth cast his eyes on the human world and saw the artifact engraved with time. Finally, he saw Nit standing under the monument of history.

That cowardly, incompetent, and poor guy was standing under the huge monument, looking at the sky with tears, and his eyes just met Naproseth who was high above him.

In an instant, Naproseth vaguely understood something.

Naproseth was furious, as if stimulated by something, he seemed to accept defeat by anyone.

But this anyone, excluding nits.

"Nite, how dare you bastard..."

However, he wasn't done yet.

Another terrible voice came from behind him.

"You have failed, Naproses."

The existence looked down at him from above, and one could see that its figure was getting bigger and bigger, but when Naproses turned around, he found that his figure was getting smaller and smaller, just like a dwarf facing a giant.

The terrifying evil **** in the bottle spoke to him with an inhuman evil light in his eyes.

"You are useless, you trash!"

Naproses stepped forward, waving his hands and wanting to say something.

But before he had time to defend himself, he fell from the white world.

It fell out of the gate of the moon and fell back into the world.

"No~"

During the fall, Naproses shouted excitedly as he looked at the opened Shenyue Gate and the root land within.

He was hoarse, as if he couldn't accept the truth that he had failed again.

"I'm not trash, I've become a strong man."

"I have discarded all my weaknesses, how could I lose, how could I lose."

"How could I..."

"lost."

He never thought that the one who shot him down from the clouds in the end was the one who pulled him down from the throne of the gods.

It was Nite.

The guy he despised and abandoned, the trash with all his weaknesses. And the evil **** in the bottle pushed Naproses down, and then looked to the other side.

In empty space.

Polik finally came out of the shadows, and they thought Shaw might end up here and take everything.

But from the beginning to the end, Xiao did not appear in the place of the root of wisdom, as if the king of **** became a **** had nothing to do with him.

Polik's plan failed, so he could only implement the plan Asai had set for Polik.

The ghost Polik looked at the evil **** in the bottle, and said quietly: "I can help you kill Xiao." The imprint of the evil **** in the bottle and the afterimage of time laughed wildly, and his eyes also showed hatred: "Polik , that fellow's follower."

The Cthulhu in a Bottle recognized Polik, and if his hatred for Shaw was pure and incomparable, then his emotions towards Anhofus would be much more complicated.

The opponent created him, and finally destroyed him.

If so, a comparison must be made.

Some are like Naproseth and Nite.

It's just that the Cthulhu in a Bottle may be more like Nite, but Anhofus is not comparable to Naproseth.

Cthulhu in a bottle: "An enemy of mine, come and tell me to help me kill the guy who betrayed me."

Polik: "You died long ago in the ancient times, and there is only an afterimage of a year left." "Besides me, who else can you find to help you avenge you?"

Polik raised his head, gazing at the former formidable enemy.

"Who else is there?"

"Can I help you complete your revenge on that person?"

Polik said, "Naproses?"

The evil **** in the bottle said contemptuously: "How could that trash do it."

Polik seems to be done

Quan can guess the psychology of the evil **** in the bottle, and understand thoroughly what kind of existence it is.

"No matter who you turn to, you won't be able to fulfill your wish."

"You know it yourself."

"But you can give me your power to provoke a fight between your enemy and the two who betrayed you."

"In this case, you will be able to avenge your revenge."

"Anyway, no matter which one dies or which one loses, you still make money, right?" The afterimage of the evil **** in the bottle was silent for a long time, and he seemed to understand that perhaps the only one who could defeat Xiao was really that guy.

After a long time, he said in an inhuman strange voice.

"You're right."

"It would be wonderful to see those two guys fight until the end of time."

"Even if there is no winner, even if no one dies in the end."

"Just imagine how ridiculous it would be for those two nasty guys to torture each other to the end."

The evil **** in the bottle let out a big laugh, laughing uncontrollably.

"That's just wonderful."

The evil **** in the bottle looked at the ghost Polik, and seemed to be talking to another existence through the other's eyes.

This afterimage seems to have become much more solid, and the illusory emotion seems to have traveled through the years to the present.

"How about this poisoned wine of immortality, Anhofus."

"Isn't it... so sweet."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…"

The evil **** in the bottle laughed so hard that he seemed to be going crazy.

He has never been so happy for a moment.

It was as if he was not the loser, but the winner in the end of that battle of gods in the ancient times.

Laughing wildly, the shadow of the evil **** spread out little by little, and then enveloped Polik. In the void, the voice of the evil **** in the bottle came.

"If, you can't kill Xiao."

"You know how terrible the curse of the gods is."

"Porik the ghost, do you guess that your cruel and ruthless **** will help you kill Xiao at that time, or consume you as a pawn?"

Until the last moment, the evil **** in the bottle seemed to want to plant a certain seed in Polik's heart.

Polik's truth gradually changed.

He inherited the form of the Lord of Death, becoming the master of death from a ghost.

His gaze, which seemed dull and mechanical at first, also became a little bit quicker, and began to have vitality.

But what he has acquired and possessed is not only this.

It is snowing.

The witch doctor Matafus is still the same as before, still floating in place, looking at the heaven in the distance.

It's just that although she hasn't changed, the world has changed.

The collapsed kingdom of heaven and the magic bottle of original sin at the end of the vision disappeared at some point, and the originally decayed and dilapidated land and country turned into a piece of snow white again, and the wind in the sky pushed the clouds forward slowly.

"?"

Matafus stood foolishly in the wind, looking around blankly.

When the cold wind of the winter night blew, Matafus couldn't help shaking, and tightened her robe.

"What's going on, didn't I just come out of the portal?"

"Why are you here?"

Matafus seems to have lost a memory, a memory of coming here from the portal.

She forgot how she got here, as if she had just stepped out of the portal and teleported here.

The Monument of History has restored the world in the snow-covered area of ​​the Land of Light two months ago, and two months ago, Matafus was not here at all.

She is not the existence that was originally engraved on the monument of history.

However, although she was not inscribed by the monument inscribed in history, she was within the scope of time reset and was affected by this device for extending dominance.

As a result, all her memories of entering here disappeared, taken away by the power of time reset, and merged into the space-time fault fragment taken away by the ice and snow fairy.

So, the present scene appeared.

Matafus thought for a long time, but she didn't understand what was going on, but it was true that she arrived near the destination in one step.

She hurriedly flew to Covenant City and then circled around in the sky of Covenant City.

"what's the situation?"

"It's so quiet, doesn't it mean that the sky is pierced?"

"Didn't you say that there were three gods, didn't you say that they were beaten so bloody?"

Matafus fell into the city, she found a waiter of the temple, and asked him about the recent situation.

Matafuss: "Didn't the battle of ascension break out?"

God Attendant just got up and yawned: "God Zhan, how is this possible?"

Matafuss: "I've obviously received the news. The king of hell, the king of **** and the angel are fighting here?"

God attendant: "What terrible things are you talking about? How could these beings in myths and legends come here?"

It was daylight immediately after she left the temple.

"That guy actually sent me false news."

"Do you know how much it costs to open the portal alone?"

"Evil spirits are reluctant to part with you, do you know?"

On the avenue, Matafus was muttering and cursing the guy who gave her false news, while walking along the side of the road, yawning.

After receiving the news, she was so frightened that she ran over non-stop, starry night. At this time, she saw someone on the street performing a rehearsal about the New Year's ritual celebration.

She asked: "The new year is over, what are you planning to worship the gods at this time?" However, when Matafus spoke, everyone present laughed uproariously, and someone could misidentify the time to such an extent .

I've heard of people not remembering a day, but it's rare to hear of people not remembering a year.

"New Year's Day is still more than a month away!"

"Yeah, it's still early!"

"Is this lady sleepy?"

Matafus felt that these people were confused. The new year had already passed by tomorrow, so how could there be more than one month left.

However, she asked everyone in the city, and everyone said that the New Year has not yet passed, and it is still early.

"This person is stupid, why can't he even remember which year?"

"Yeah, it looks beautiful, why are you so stupid?"

"It's a pity that such a beautiful person has a bad brain."

on the street corner.

Matafus stood alone, her mouth open, looking at the sky like a mentally retarded person.

With hollow eyes and a skewed mind, it was as silly as it could be.

But in fact, Matafus was indeed completely stupid.

She found that not only she had received the news of the battle of the kingdom of heaven, but found that nothing happened.

And when I came here, I found that the date in my memory didn't match up. It was obvious that the New Year had already passed, but the people here still remembered last year.

If a person says she is wrong, there is still an explanation.

If the whole city said she was wrong, she would feel differently. She began to doubt herself.

Is there a possibility that I am really wrong~lightnovelpub.net~I am wrong? "

"I fell asleep?"

"It's not the world that's wrong, but me?"

Matafus stared at the sky in this image of the foolish daughter of the rich man's family, and made silly remarks.

Suddenly, a looming shadow appeared above the sea of ​​clouds at the end of the perspective. Only an apostle like Matafus might be able to see clearly that it was a gray-haired girl sitting on the ice crystal flower, carrying the wind and snow away.

Ma

Taves looked at the shadow, and finally came to her senses, pointing to the sky and shouting. "Wow!"

"It's a fairy!"

This yelling confirmed her statement that she was a fool.

When Matafus turned her head, she saw that all the other people on the street looked at this poor-minded girl with pitiful eyes.