Blue Sword

Mi'er was pushed back by him and fell to the ground. She watched in horror as the huge roots of the Ectoplasm Tree extended from the cracks in the shield above the Lateran Palace, descending from the sky like a predator, stabbing. Passed through Rasool's body.

Under the severe pain of being spiritually polluted, Rasul's face was convulsed and distorted. However, he still used the remaining strength to hand the Fruit of Eden in his hand forward with difficulty, and handed it to Tzuzu. A half-elf girl on the ground.

"Why...why..." Mi'er's voice trembled as if in a trance, "Why did you..."

"Mi'er..." Rasul forced a pale smile on his bloodless face, "Everyone has... something to bear..."

"...heavy fate..."

His body also began to gradually become transparent, and the erosion was rapidly spreading inside his body.

"Sometimes, accepting it... is better than resisting..."

"more necessary……"

"……courage."

The Fruit of Eden finally slipped from his hand and rolled to Mi'er's feet.

Rasul's body was lifted up by the roots of the ectoplasm tree, like a criminal who was hanged in public. The ectoplasm tree let out a roar of satisfaction, and eating this demigod replenished it with extremely abundant spirituality.

And the remaining unabsorbed spirituality exploded with the completely out-of-control and chaotic destiny field, sweeping the entire Lateran Palace within an instant.

Mi'er stared blankly at the Fruit of Eden on the ground. It had lost its original golden luster, and its surface was covered with gray dust, as dirty as the stones on the roadside.

"So..." She didn't know how long it took before she said in a daze, "I will never understand..."

"Why are there always such naive idealists in the world who are willing to burn everything they own?"

"What good will this do to you?"

"But Asker said that this world is cold and ruthless, and will only operate rigidly according to rules. If it is unwilling to provide warmth and light to everyone, then I still hope that there will be at least one such person, even the most unfavorable person. Practical idealist...

"In this cold and dark world, to ignite hope..."

She leaned down and grabbed the Fruit of Eden.

Countless lines of light extending from the surface of the golden apple suddenly appeared around her body and began to shuttle and intertwine densely. Her long, silky pink hair was flying behind her head, and layers of brilliant colors flashed through her pupils, gradually turning into an unidentifiable symbol.

It is the superposition of countless world lines, an infinite collection of probabilities, the supreme authority of destiny, and all possibilities.

"So, how should I call you next, my new master?" A weak voice sounded from the Fruit of Eden, with a hint of melancholy and sigh, "Messiah..."

“…or the Antichrist?”

"No." Mi'er raised her head high and looked at the huge thing covering the night sky, an ugly and terrifying thing that couldn't be seen directly.

Her expression instantly became stern, with some kind of low, uncontrollable grief... and anger.

"I am...Minerva!"

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"The force field shield has been breached! The ectoplasmic tree has begun to invade!"

The screams pierced the night sky, and the Holy See became busy like a trapped animal that had been awakened.

A large number of high-dimensional creatures infiltrated through the holes opened in the ectoplasmic tree and pounced on the priests below who were still rescuing equipment and data before they had time to escape, as well as the papal guards who were trying to block the counterattack.

What was faster than them was the mutation, which enveloped the entire Lateran Palace in an instant.

Within the scope of the mutation, all kinds of strange things began to happen:

In some places, bricks and stones are decaying and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and flowers and plants are growing like mushrooms.

In some areas, the bullets passing through them seemed to be stuck in the quagmire, flying slowly at a speed slower than a snail.

Most of them have completely changed their appearance. For example, churches have turned into high-rise buildings, pedestrian streets have turned into vehicular roads, places filled with equipment have turned into open spaces, or a large number of buildings have appeared in empty squares, etc.

This weird change is unstable and not lasting, and soon they become something else again... Time seems to be completely disordered within the scope of the mutation, sometimes accelerating crazily, sometimes decelerating to a standstill, and sometimes running to other places. In the online world, the parallel worlds overlap and influence each other.

All hell breaks loose.

Ask stood with his sword in hand, and the girls teleported out of Hearth Island one after another. They noticed that the surroundings had been shrouded in changes, and there were chaotic and crazy scenes everywhere.

"What's going on?" Medea asked with a frown.

"Time." Asik replied succinctly, "time-related changes."

"The tree of ectoplasm has broken through the force field shield." He pointed to the sky outside the chapel, "High-dimensional creatures have penetrated in. As for the changes around it, it should be the death of demigods related to a certain time system."

"So the ectoplasm tree has absorbed the spirituality of a demigod?" Looking at the huge shadow above the window, Nora covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Oh my god! Then we should evacuate as soon as possible! I will take you to the secret passage right away. Entrance!"

"Wait a minute." Asik stopped her when she was about to take action, "Mi'er hasn't come back yet!"

"Where's Mi'er?" Mia also noticed that her best friend was not present at this time, and her expression immediately changed.

"We have to find her quickly and evacuate!" Asik suppressed his guilty mood and changed the subject.

So everyone took action quickly.

Nora summoned the nearby spirits and asked them to search for traces of Mier; Eleanor turned into a stream of light and flew into the air, and the fog of the will of the investigation spread around; Paige simply activated the death tadpole and salvaged the last few minutes. Conquer the dead priest's will and ask them if they have seen a pink-haired half-elf girl.

Before five minutes had passed, a voice sounded outside the chapel:

"Are you looking for me?"

Everyone looked back and saw the half-elf girl standing at the door of the chapel, saying calmly:

"I'm back."

"Mi'er!" Mia rushed to her side happily, but found that her best friend's temperament seemed to have changed.

Becoming more mature, mysterious and profound...

"Now that Mi'er is back, let's run away as soon as possible." Asik secretly breathed a sigh of relief and told everyone.

"Asker." Mi'er came to him, raised her head and looked directly into his eyes, a symbol condensed in her green eyes, "I condensed the law of fate."

"Uh, have you condensed the law?" Ask was slightly startled when he heard this, "You mean..."

"Under this change, my skills related to the Law of Destiny can get a huge increase in effectiveness." Mi'er said calmly and firmly, "And the skill I just mastered is to pull myself out of the parallel world. help."

"Ask, I want to kill the ectoplasm tree and save Solomon City."

"Are you sure?" Ask asked subconsciously, suddenly understanding the subtext of her words, "You want to bring yourself in the parallel world to kill the ectoplasm tree? Who is it?"

"Yes." Mi'er nodded, "The 'self in the parallel world' I want to pull comes from a world line where you don't appear."

"She is the dark lord of the southern continent, the immortal banshee king, Minerva."