Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

Triss, regardless of her past history as a male, if she were to be called by her full name now, it would be "Triss Chick."

However, the fact that was difficult for her to admit was that after escaping from the hostage of the Witch Cult, she could never forget the Edsac Augustus who had to stay in prison after giving her a chance to escape. .

Even if the royal family issued an announcement stating that Prince Edsac unfortunately contracted an illness and died in the smog, this was just a ridiculous lie. Triss knew very well that she still tried divination many times - but about him News of his death only gave him the same answer.

Originally, Triss had a chance, and it was obviously the best choice to leave Backlund far away, but Triss rejected this in her heart. She escaped from the sight of the witch sect, and with the help of the strange lady, she even cut off her increasingly strong connection with the "original witch". What was the price for this?

The entanglement between herself and Prince Edsac made Triss unclear about what it was. She once thought that the prince was just one of the people who were charmed by joy and was part of the deal between the royal family and the Witch Cult.

But after Triss clarified the "arranged" relationship between the two, and Prince Edsac offered to let Triss leave, something was shaken.

After leaving, she regretted not taking him with her - even if she tied him up and escaped, it would be two people escaping together, not alone.

Triss was still determined that she liked women. She always wanted to ignore the wavering in her heart, but she valued Prince Edsac particularly.

Ha, do you value a dead person?

Triss herself wanted to laugh at such an idea, but the feeling stronger than this contempt was the hatred directed at the royal family and the Augustus family such as George III.

This kind of hatred supported her to abandon herself, chant the honorary name again, and pray to the gods of the Witch Sect, eager to obtain more powerful power.

Until now, even Triss herself has swallowed the bitter pill of hatred. She has accepted the fact and ending - she is just a vessel favored by the gods because she is similar enough.

And everything she planned while staying in Backlund was for this moment of revenge against the royal family.

Once she thought about destroying George III's plan to become a god, Triss didn't care about the rest. Of course, she didn't care about the strange man who suddenly appeared in mid-air. Triss didn't recognize him, but she was glad that the other party's appearance made Prince Grove feel scrupulous, and the attack paused briefly.

This gave her a moment of breathing so that Triss could imbue the ring with spirit.

In fact, this sapphire ring was not what she remembered. There were deviations in the details and material, but it was enough to just use it as a carrier of some kind of spell.

Triss did not ask her mysterious collaborator why he knew its general appearance. Is such a secret still important to a dying person?

As long as she can achieve her goal...

Lowering her head and closing her eyes, she recited the honorable name of the "Original Witch" in a low voice in ancient Hermes. Triss felt that the sapphire on her lips became colder and colder. The chill began to spread rapidly throughout her body, leaving no warmth from her body to her spirit body, solidifying her entire body.

Then, Triss opened her lips slightly and let out an uncontrollable sigh, and the frost formed ice along her eyelashes. Dazzling black flames burned from within her spirit body, as if the pain of being burned on a rack emerged from within, but it only made the carrier of this power feel numb.

It felt painful, but she was calmed by the pain.

Triss remembered the question she asked Prince Edsac: "What about you?"

What did he answer at that time?

"Me? Just let me live in this beautiful story and welcome its final ending, whether it is good or bad."

Triss opened her eyes, and there was a deep black covering even the whites of her eyes. Her hair was flying upwards, becoming smoother and darker, and they became thicker - turning into another strip of hair. A thin snake with a twisting body, with black and white eyes at the top, hissed at Prince Grove not far away.

This had long been expected by Triss. She understood that this body would no longer belong to her. If she used a demigod body to bear the coming of the true god, she would naturally not be able to survive and would burn out like a match.

The desire for revenge, and the price that comes with it.

Triss's face, which was originally distorted by bloodstains and scars, now showed a smile. This caused the charm born from her spirituality to grow wildly like weeds. Her beauty has surpassed her appearance and transformed into an almost substantial consciousness. Distortion, from physical to spiritual being attracted to it, making people unable to extricate themselves.

Even Prince Grove lost his mind in this short moment and did not take action to stop the scene that happened in front of him.

In fact, even if he wanted to stop it, it was already too late.

But Amon just watched this change. He no longer played with the sealing ball containing the skylark in his hand, but looked thoughtfully at the witch heading for destruction.

Amon seemed to have thought of something and shook the crystal ball twice: "You want her to live? Why?"

Skylark also shook his head twice: "I just did it, it doesn't mean I know why, fate is always vague."

"interesting……"

Of course, Triss couldn't hear these conversations. She just looked at the secret tomb of the Blood Emperor, her smile gradually deepened, and the twisted hatred once again appeared on that sweet, round face.

Memories of the past were like running water, and scene after scene flashed before her eyes, which made Triss's pain multiplied several times - she knew that she was going to die, and death was blowing gently on her ears, almost already in her monster-like state. whispers behind the image.

However, there were some abrupt fragments in her memory. When she realized this, a sense of disharmony that had been hidden for a long time surged out strongly from her memories, wrapping around those belonging to "Triss" and even "Triss". "This part of myself.

A soft light lit up in Tris' mind. She blinked in confusion, clearly feeling the power that had attached itself to her body.

Yes, her consciousness was still in her body. Apart from the sigh of unknown meaning, Triss did not feel any stronger suppression. Her spirituality seemed to be connected to a bottomless pit somewhere. She could feel it. Until you have a brush with the fate of death - no, that is the inevitable outcome.

Triss thought, the invisible but air-twisting cursed black flames wrapped around her fingers gently, as if they were intertwined with the fingers of another self. With a thought of hers, the black flames spread throughout her body.

She flew up and then fell down.

It took me a few days to adjust my mentality due to certain things. Thank you all for your patience.