Diablo Destruction

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The vast desert is still boundless, with no end in sight. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the golden sand dunes are undulating and continuous. Between the sand dunes, a small ant dot can be vaguely seen moving around. If you look carefully, you can see it in one mouthful. There was a coffin with a dwarf riding on it, riding the wind and waves in front of it, followed by a tent floating in the air. The tent was covered with all kinds of dried insects and dried meat. From a distance, it looked like a Jiulong La... Oh no, it was. Coffin and meat drying rack.

This scene is enough to make any words eclipse it, and it is impossible to fully describe its weirdness and abruptness.

This scene also reflects the image of the girl with an IQ who is thousands of meters high in the sky. In her pair of dark and bright pupils, her red and white clothes and skirts are dancing with the strong wind, and her flawless eyes are like the aloof Jiutian. God, overlooking this endless desert of dreams.

Until the bow on her head broke the silence.

"I said...what happened just now? That thing...isn't it going to be recycled?"

From the bright red bow, a female voice whose age cannot be distinguished came out. It might be the sound of silver bells of an eighteen-year-old girl, or the sexy and charming voice of a mature woman in her thirties or forties, or even a woman in her fifties or sixties. The faint hoarseness of a ten-year-old woman.

"Temporarily... suspension of recycling."

As if reminiscing about some mellow and sweet flavor, the red and white witch gently closed her eyes. In the cool night air, her concise and concise voice also revealed a bit of coldness and holiness.

"Then our trip was in vain?" Bowtie's tone revealed a hint of teasing.

"Running in vain? No... This is the most precious memory in life. It is the joy that I hope will be engraved on the tombstone even a hundred years later. It is a gift that we [Pseudo-body] cannot touch."

"Huh? What are you talking about? Are you out of your mind? I just took a nap, what did I miss?" Bowtie asked again and again in a confused and urgent tone.

"It's no use pretending to be stupid. You have been awake from the beginning. You have witnessed everything. According to the rules of the past, I will reclaim this memory."

"Wait, wait, wait, I really didn't see it, I didn't see anything. It's definitely not pretending to be stupid. Don't you believe me? I have worked so hard to raise you so big. We don't even have this little trust between us. ?"

"..."

"..."

The deathly silence lasted for a moment, and the bowknot let out a sigh of resignation.

"Why is it like this every time every time!"

"I'm sorry, it has to be like this. You are the guardian and instructor of the witches of all generations, and you are the closest person to us. But because of this, all your knowledge of that existence must be eliminated in time."

"I understand, I understand, I understand. It is to avoid interfering with your cognition and to avoid interfering with that person's actions. But, I have been thinking over the years that the real purpose of doing this is really not because I don't want to Let me know that person’s dark history, and that’s it?”

"You are worrying too much. Everything is the will of the Supreme Being. How could it be a dark history?"

"Wow, your ability to talk nonsense with an expressionless face has improved again. Let me tell you, there should be a limit to your indulgence and over-indulgence. Although I can't remember it, I think about it, the person you mentioned seems to have done nothing. For business matters, perhaps more troubles are caused. I think sometimes, even respected elders should be given a slap on the head if they do something wrong."

"For example...you?"

"Uh... you are really the least lovable miko I have ever taught."

"I'll take this as a compliment."

"He's also the nosy one."

"I'm just a fake, it's an honor to receive such praise from you."

"Ahhhh!!!" Seeing that the other party was not getting enough, Liutie let out a desperate cry. He didn't know how many times he regretted working so hard to teach the other party to become a talent. What was the purpose of it.

To beat yourself up in the future?

"Forget it, just do whatever you like. I just want to know, are you really not planning to reclaim the source of magic? Just because of that person's appearance? This is not in line with your selfless character."

"I have never admitted such a persona." After a pause, the red and white witch's delicate pupils stared into the distance. Even though the tent that seemed to be driving a coffin had long gone, it still seemed to be firmly fixed by these pupils. locking.

"Besides, I have already answered it just now, but it is only temporary. If you insist on taking it out of context, I can't help it."

"Is it because of that person's appearance? Oh, really, instead of helping my little Cully, he only causes trouble everywhere. He is really a troublesome guy."

Anyway, this memory was going to be erased. Bowtie's tone was particularly arrogant and disrespectful, and he was so arrogant that he seemed to have transformed into a flat-headed brother, blaming the sky and the earth for himself.

"All this is the supreme will, we just need to obey it."

"So, what are you going to do?"

"The source of magic must be recovered. As for its carrier...since it has been favored by that existence, it must not be violently recovered using the originally planned method."

"That being said, even if we let nature take its course, I'm afraid the carrier won't survive for many years. It's already a miracle that it can survive until now."

"So we have to find another way. It just so happened that I got something from Miss Margot before, which gave me a good idea. It is the only way to keep the carrier alive. By the way, it can also solve another troublesome matter."

"Oh, that puppet master? That seems to be the case. I know your plan." As the bow on the red and white miko's head, the events she has experienced are naturally clear to the bow.

"But I think I heard her say that the materials are very troublesome, and it is difficult to collect them all even in Gensokyo. Are you sure you are in a place like this... I understand, you are really insidious."

"This is your good teaching." The red and white witch bowed gracefully into the air.

"I don't remember teaching you these despicable methods, but having said that, are you sure that Horadik would do such crazy things for the sake of a princess?"

"The Horadric people have an obsession with magic in their blood, so the source of magic is the end point of their lifelong pursuit, the other side of their dreams. As the carrier of the source of magic, for the Horadric people, this princess Your Highness is like a magnet that can make them love, admire, worship, become crazy and desperate, even if they are enemies of this world..."

"I admit that what you said makes sense, but there is one thing I still don't understand. Why do you leave the Vatican, the source of evil, alone, and choose to create a harmless Horadric?"

"Is this the last lesson you teach me?"

"You can think so."

"So, to answer the teacher's question, although the Holy See has long been decayed, at least it still maintains the surface order of the continent. Without the Holy See, the mainland will fall into even more chaos and disorder. Although Horadric is not aggressive, his people are not warm-hearted. They are not popular and live a life of peace with the world, but because of this, they have not made any contribution to the mainland, and their advanced magic skills have not spread at all. It would be fine if that were the case, but they take up too many resources."

"If the Holy See Hill is a big, decayed tree, it can still allow insects and birds to inhabit it. However, in the soil covered by dead branches and fallen leaves, new life is nurtured and nourished. One day, new green shoots will break through the ground. Come out and replace it without our intervention." "

"Hladik is a pool of stagnant water, swallowing the surface of the earth, but without any vitality. It cannot be broken or established."

"I have to admit, this is a perfect answer, but..."

"Just what?"

"That's why I said that you are the most nosy among the witches in the past. If those guys in the past were not so worried, they would just let nature take its course, turn a blind eye and talk nonsense, and then get away with it."

"Well... is it all because of your good teaching?"

"You are mocking me, right?"

"Actually, everyone has the same intention to protect that existence, but their methods are completely different."

"Yes, yes, I know that all of you are filial sons and grandsons."

"This is the highest compliment for us..."

"Last question, did it hurt when you fell?"

"pain……"

"puff!"

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