Diablo Destruction

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!!"

Carlos was dishonest. Although he said he didn't care, in his heart he probably cared more than anyone else about what Angelelle had given him. At this moment, he rudely pushed us aside and approached the box to take a look. His whole body suddenly felt like a lightning strike. , stiff and speechless.

He looked at the little angel in the box with hazy eyes. A sense of familiarity connected with his blood made him wipe his wet eyes vigorously and take a few steps closer, hoping to see more clearly.

The pulse and soul frequency emitted by the sleeping little angel in the sea of ​​roses seemed to be resonating with Carlos, making him want to shout crazily, yes, this is my daughter, the daughter Angelelle and I share. ! !

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He was crying with joy and was about to raise his head and scream loudly, but suddenly he grabbed his neck with both hands and strangled his voice in his throat, making intermittent hoarse and choked sounds that made us feel uncomfortable even listening to him.

With great difficulty, he swallowed the sound in his throat, looked at the peaceful sleeping face of the little angel, suddenly turned his head, and made a nervous hissing sound to us, indicating that we should not speak loudly, or even breathe if possible. Hold it so as not to wake the little angel.

Then, he knelt next to the box, gently holding the edge with his hands, and his eyes, with tears dripping on the bright red roses, looked at the little angel's face quietly with incomparable tenderness.

There is no mistake, she should be Carlos's daughter. We on the side also confirmed in our hearts that although we can't feel the blood relationship between the two of them like Carlos, the little angel looks exactly like Angeliel, but she also With a face that has a hint of Carlos, we really can't imagine who she is besides being the daughter of Carlos and Angelelle.

The night breeze was slightly cool, and the sleeping little angel turned around. There was something lovely murmuring in her soft cherry-colored lips, and a stronger fragrance of roses came out. Suddenly, her petite body trembled slightly.

"Snapped!!"

Carlos slapped his forehead hard with a force that he couldn't tell the severity of. After putting it down, blood oozed from his forehead, but he didn't notice it. He glanced at the thin white hair on the little angel's body. Dress, he was rummaging around in the inventory for something. He finally took out a blanket and was about to cover it, but he suddenly took it back and smelled it, showing a regretful look.

Whoosh - "In a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of me. His hands grabbed my shoulders with the strength of a gorilla, and he almost lifted me up.

"Junior Brother Wu, blanket, give me a clean blanket."

Carlos' extremely nervous expression unknowingly infected me. After hearing what he said, I hurriedly took out a blanket that Velas had just washed from home and covered the little angel. Only then did Carlos relax. One breath.

but……

I gently patted Carlos, who was about to relax, and pointed at him.

Carlos now looks like he just stepped off the ring. His armor is in tatters, especially his face, which is stained with dried blood. To put it nicely, he looks like a heroic warrior fighting in blood. To put it differently, it looks like he is full of blood. There is no difference between evil spirit ghosts.

If the little angel woke up like this and saw it, he would be frightened and faint again.

Carlos seemed to notice it immediately, and showed a panicked look. His figure flashed again and disappeared from our eyes. About two minutes later, his face was fair, his hair was neat, his body exuded the fresh scent of soap, and he was wearing the knight's attire for a major ceremony. Carlos, who knew how to wear a silver knight's uniform, walked solemnly step by step while we were speechless.

This is... too exaggerated. Can anyone tell me how fast he was able to take a shower, shave and comb his hair at the same time in less than two minutes? Is the dress on?

After doing all this, he squatted next to the box again, looked at the little angel with extremely gentle eyes, as if he would not get bored even if he looked at it for ten thousand or a hundred million years, and said, "When the chick is born, it will..." He drove us ten meters away on the grounds that he recognized the first life he saw as his mother.

By the way, even if this statement is well-founded, your daughter is no longer a newly hatched chick. If she wanted to recognize her mother, she would have already recognized her. Carlos, can you please clear your mind?

However, now that Carlos is having a fever, no one except her daughter will pay attention to her. By the way, if she really reminds him loudly now, he might kill her.

"However, I always feel that something is wrong." At this time, the silent old drunkard suddenly said.

"Really? I thought I was the only one who thought something was wrong." The miser stroked his beard and echoed with a solemn expression.

"What's wrong?" I leaned forward and asked softly.

"I'm talking about Carlos's daughter. Don't you think there's something wrong with her wings?" The old drunkard pondered. When Carlos heard this, his body trembled violently and he turned around to look at the old drunkard.

"do not think so."

I shook my head. Aren't those chick-shaped wings very cute? When she grows up, she will definitely be like her mother, turning into white and beautiful angel wings.

"I'm telling you, if you don't know, just don't talk nonsense, okay?"

The old drunkard hit me on the head helplessly, but she looked a little listless now and couldn't even lift her strength.

"Carlos, although saying this is a bit of a shock to you, angels generally either have no wings, which are called wingless angels, or they are ordinary angels, which are the most common soldier class among the angels, or they have at least one pair of wings. It’s a quasi-two-wing level, but I’ve never seen your daughter’s wings not fully developed.”

Carlos' body trembled suddenly, showing a look of confusion and help, and at this time, the miser also spoke to him.

"The drunkard is right, and there is one more thing. Carlos, it has been at least thirty years since you and Angelil were separated. Generally speaking, the pregnancy period of angels is twice that of humans, and the growth period is also twice that of humans. , only in the complete stage, the strength will vary from several times to hundreds of times that of humans, depending on the strength. Logically speaking, your daughter should be about the size of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old human girl now..."

The miser paused for a moment and did not continue, but the meaning was clear enough.

"What...what on earth is going on, Master Akara?!!"

Carlos' figure was trembling violently, revealing his incomparable vulnerability and asking for help. In the dark world, he finally grasped a glimmer of light again and placed all his hopes on it. But now he was told that there was something wrong, that kind of No one can bear the violent ups and downs in one day.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their attention to Akara and Kane, who had the most profound knowledge and the best understanding of the angel race.

"Hey——, it's true."

Akara silently endured everyone's gaze, sighed, picked up the crutches and took a step forward. His hands, which were slightly stained by the passage of time, gently touched the little angel's forehead.

After stroking her gently and carefully for a while, she turned back and spoke to us with a reminiscing look.

"According to the rules of the Angel Clan, it is strictly forbidden for any angel to marry a human... no, any intermarriage with any living creature in the continent. You should know this."

We nodded. If it weren't for this restriction, Carlos wouldn't be separated from Angelelle.

"But, do you know why this is the case? Why do they limit this rule?" Akara suddenly asked.

"Probably...it's because they, who pride themselves on being noble, don't want their people to merge with the life on the Dark Continent." I answered immediately after reading countless novels.

"Haha, there is probably this meaning in it, but Wu, you didn't get to the point." Akara chuckled, looking at everyone's faces one by one.

"Afraid that the child born after the union will have impure blood? Or that it will stain the blood of the angel race?" The miser thought more deeply and then answered.

"Well, Old Man Farah's answer is more appropriate than Wu's, but it doesn't touch on the most critical point." Akara continued to shake his head and sighed.

"In this world, there is a general and huge rule, that is, the more powerful the creature, the more difficult it is to give birth. For example, in the dragon clan, only dragons who have been born for more than five hundred years can give birth, and the probability is extremely low. A dragon couple, It is not uncommon to be unable to produce offspring in a lifetime, so although dragons are powerful, they are few in number.”

"Does this rule also apply to us adventurers?" I asked nervously.

"Yes, this is why commoners get married early and have children, while adventurer couples may not be able to produce offspring for more than ten or even decades. Moreover, this rule also includes a person's potential. In other words, even if the individual strength of a man or woman is not strong now, but their body has huge potential, and they can have the same strength as an angel or a dragon in the future, they will still be bound by this rule."

Akara seemed to see through my nervousness and comforted me with a smile.

"So that's it." I breathed a sigh of relief and sighed again.

"You brat, think about your potential. I'm afraid that just like the giant dragon, you won't be able to produce offspring for hundreds or even thousands of years. After hearing this news, Vilas doesn't know how disappointed she will be."

The old drunkard put his big hand on my shoulder and said gloatingly.

"Go, go, go." I impatiently moved her hand away and asked at the same time.

"How did you guess Vilas's thoughts?"

"Then there is no need to guess? Let me tell you, Vilas has her thoughts engraved on her face. When she is in a daze, her face is full of motherly glory. A silly traditional girl like her is really... Haha, let's I unexpectedly wanted to make fun of you."

Although I strongly agree with the old drunkard's last words, I don't want to see my little baby being teased by someone other than myself, so I solemnly warned her that if she dared to bully Vilas, I would take possession of the camp. All the wine was bought.

"Ahem——"

Akara's cough immediately interrupted the quarrel between me and the old drunkard, and I couldn't help but cast my eyes back on her, with a look of listening.

"The same goes for the Angel Clan. However, as the rulers of the three realms designated by God, they have super artifacts that can endlessly create angels' prayer fountains. Therefore, they are much better than the Dragon Clan. However, the angels raised from the prayer fountains are It cannot be compared with the offspring truly born from angels. From all aspects, 99% of the angels born from the fountain of prayer can only become ordinary angels without wings."

"Does this have anything to do with the Angel Clan's prohibition on intermarriage with mainland beings?" I restlessly raised my hand and asked.

"It is precisely because of the difficulty in childbirth and for the continuation of the Angel Clan that they attach so much importance to it. One of the points is what Old Man Farah said. Childbirth is already very difficult. If you intermarry with mainland life and give birth to offspring with impure blood, the power will not be able to continue. , if you were the leader of the Angel Clan, would you be willing to see this situation?"

Akara said softly, and then her expression suddenly became solemn. Even Carlos, who was stunned by what she just said, couldn't help but feel an irresistible feeling.

"As for the most critical issue, the combination of humans and angels is just like the combination of humans and flowers, plants and trees. It is a mistake! It is completely unworkable!!"

We were shocked speechless by Akara's majestic words. We could only stare at her blankly. After Akara finished speaking, we sighed again, looked up at the night sky and murmured.

"Humans, elves, Amazons, orcs, or other races on the continent can all combine with each other, because although we are not the same race, we were created by God with the birth of the Dark Continent, and we have a common soul. , so they can combine with each other and have children normally."

When Akara said this, we already had a vague idea in our hearts, and then we continued to listen to her.

"However, the angel race is different from us. Although we have similar appearance and structure to them, we do not have souls with the same attributes. The angel race is the first life born by God. To us mainland life, they are another world. There is no more possibility of union than there is between man and stone."

"But the book doesn't say that there used to be humans and angels..." Looking at Carlos's pale face, I smiled bitterly and tried to explain.

"That's just a beautiful fantasy of yearning for angels." Akara interrupted seriously.

"But didn't Carlos and Angelil get together? And they raised offspring."

"That can only be said to be an accident, an accident with a probability of less than one in a million." Akara glanced at Carlos and said calmly.

"Because of this, this impossible thing has caused the offspring of the two to also become deformed. I remember that there was an example of this kind of thing a long time ago, so I still vaguely remember it, and I originally had a trace of it. A fluke, now it seems, is really an inevitable fact.”

"No, this is impossible!! Why is this happening? Why does God do this to me? Give hope, take away hope, give again, take away again. Is this where your fun lies?!!"

Carlos fell to his knees in despair, pointing angrily at the sky and roaring, his eyes were red, his face was severely distorted and trembling with anger, like a demon.

"Calm down, Carlos, do you think that's why I told you this?"

Akara's loud and angry voice also spread. It was the first time for us to see Akara speak in such a loud voice, and we were all slightly startled.

"I'm telling you these facts and the reasons why angels don't marry humans. Have you thought about it carefully?"

Looking at Carlos, who seemed to have only a shell left, Akara continued to speak loudly in a stern voice.

"Have you ever thought about Angeliel's feelings? Do you know why she wanted to erase those precious memories with you? Wake up, Carlos!!"

Carlos seemed to have regained his consciousness a little bit. He turned back stiffly and looked at Akara with dull eyes.

"The offspring born between humans and angels are destined to be deformed and are not tolerated by the angel clan. Do you know what Angelie's mood was when she gave birth to her? And you also know why she was able to survive the opposition of countless angels. , was An Ran born? You have never thought about this!!"

Under Akara's scolding, Carlos's eyes gradually became brighter, and he looked dazed, as if he had returned to the time when he was with Angelelle decades ago.

"That's right. As a two-winged angel, Angelil's status in the angel clan is already high. She only allowed this child to be safe at the expense of her relationship with you and her memories with you. Birth, no matter which choice it is, is an extremely painful choice for Angelil. I know you have suffered a lot for Angelil over the years and feel that God is unfair, but Angelil is not the same. What? But, she made a strong choice, what about you now? Carlos, answer me!!"

"I...I...what exactly...I..."

Carlos looked at his hands in disbelief, showing a strange and regretful expression, and then held his head, tears pouring out.

"child."

Akara stepped forward gently, caressed Carlos's head like a mother and said.

"Do you think Angelil's memory has really been purged? Is she really willing to accept such a result?"

"No!!"

Carlos raised his head firmly and said loudly.

"Angeliel still retains her memory and has not disappeared. She still remembers me, just like I refused her purging memory at the last moment!!

That's right, if Angeliel's memory disappears, how can she hand over the child to Carlos? At this time, we can't help but sigh for this strong angel woman.

Between choosing to clear her memory of Carlos and the child in her belly, how did she make the choice? She could forget everything by clearing her memory, but she chose to miss her in pain. What kind of love is it, and what kind of feeling is it to have to be indifferent when meeting Carlos despite retaining the memory.

I can almost imagine that the moment she and Carlos met, she was happier, more painful, and wanted to shed tears more than Carlos, but she couldn't. She had to endure all these turbulent emotions and could only cry silently in her heart. .

"That's why Carlos, you have to cheer up. Angelil hasn't given up hope. Have you given up?"

"Akara, tell me what I must do!!"

Carlos wiped away his tears and stood up silently. His tall back made me feel like I was back to the first time I saw him in Lu Gaoyin, as calm and confident as a mountain.

"Become stronger. When your strength is so strong that even the Angel Clan cannot ignore it, then maybe you will reunite with Angelil." Akara smiled slightly.

Perhaps, she just painted a pie for Carlos, but as the old drunkard said, although hope is small, if you don't pursue it, there will be no hope at all.

At this time, as the finale of the party, Vilas's clear and exciting singing voice with a prairie style also floated gently.

The continuous sound of rain fell on my feet accompanied by pain.

On the timeline of confinement, we meet again.

On the rising moon at dusk. Your figure emerges.

Use your life to call, and play the cry of the soul in the valley where the wind of the fantasy world is whistling.

…

The world is heading towards its end.

The sky disappears with you.

Stained with horrific blood.

If thinking is also a sin.

Carrying sorrow and pain.

Even so, he still insists on living.

The memory of this world, the revived life.

Playing the cry of the soul.

The wall of rules towers in front of you.

Is it too late?

…

No matter what the world becomes.

No matter what this life becomes.

Just two people together is enough.

The valley where the wind of the illusory world roars echoes the cry of the soul.

Even if there is a wall of rules standing in front of you.

Also open that door to meet you.

…

So I will become strong.

Don’t want to lose to sorrow.

Don’t want to lose to hatred.