Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

The girl was a little surprised that the saint in front of her turned against her, but she was not panicked. She thought quietly for a few seconds.

"Didn't Feluselin say before that she didn't detect my origin?" The other party probably wasn't lying.

"Yes, it's surprising because the calendar cannot be detected." Feluselin replied.

"The angels sleeping in the Sea of ​​Ajeka all have names. There are 365 of them in total. I know each one of them, and I understand each one's condition, but none of them match your situation."

"But you are indeed an angel, no matter in body, mind or soul." Feluselin's golden eyes seemed to be burning as she stared at Hesia quietly.

"It's too flawless to be natural." After saying that, she slowly shook her head.

"In addition to the angel descending ceremony in the world, there is another group of people who can also create soul bodies similar to angels, and this is the prototype of the dark sun."

"Essentially, the principles of the Black Sun and the Sun Crown of the Glorious Era are exactly the same, but the Black Suns are not the four great original souls. They cannot withstand the impact of tens of billions or hundreds of billions of spiritual consciousness and can only be castrated. The foundation of the Throne of God makes the spiritual consciousness of the 'new race' under its command simple and unified, making it easier to manipulate and master."

"It's a pity that no matter how tenacious a person's mind is, it can't withstand hundreds of millions of spiritual prayers and assimilation. The artificially created souls are not the four original ones after all, and the light of the dark sun cannot shine on the entire galaxy. Sooner or later, they will be created by their own creeds Devour it and gradually become a miserable divine dead thing."

"The reason why angels are sleeping in the depths of the Sea of ​​Ayaka is to avoid the assimilation of this kind of prayer, and only through the arrival of part of the power to show the power of the gathered prayer."

"The reason why you don't notice anything strange now is just because you haven't reached your upper limit yet." Feluselin shook her head.

"Abandon your identity as a singer and stay here for the rest of your life. I will let the cult leave a place for you."

"What happens if I leave?"

"Slowly, through the influence of the singer, you will spontaneously gather the prayers of countless living beings, until one day, your mechanism as the dark sun is triggered, and a new sun crown rises, but this is destined to be the beginning of tragedy."

"Thank you for telling me this, but what if I don't agree to stay."

"Since I dare to tell Hesia you these things, it is because I don't want to do anything despicable and deceptive, and also because I am sure to keep you here." Felusselin raised the golden tin staff, and the whole hall was filled with laughter. The surrounding golden light and sand flowed, like billions of stars surrounding the two people.

The world seems to melt here, everything turns into flowing liquid.

At this moment, gravity and space become distorted, as if you are underwater with various undercurrents, and everything has lost its original direction.

In response, the girl shook her head gently, took off her hood, and stared at the saint with her eyes closed singing in front of her with her bright blue eyes. A long sword condensed with blue transparent crystal appeared in her hand, and in the girl's hand Between the eyebrows, a blue bird feather also shines.

A shadow like a spreading phoenix appeared behind the girl, and then she turned into a flowing green shadow, directly piercing the saint in the flame-haired dress in front of her.

However, the distance that could have been crossed in an instant was like a giant cave in the sky at this moment. Everything in the surrounding space was like quicksand, and there was a sluggish resistance to any movement.

Facing the girl's attack, Philuselin held her tin staff horizontally, her eyes slightly closed, and the poem she recited became clearer.

"I will turn into a vast flowing fire."

"Dispel the haze of confusion"

"Guarding the last order of this world"

"No matter how many times"

"Out of the darkness"

“From under all evil”

"Out of all despair and chaos"

When she opened her eyes again, sacred symbols bloomed in her pupils. Three pairs of extremely brilliant snow-white wings slowly extended and opened from her back. Her aura also increased steadily, and her figure floated up. .

The wings burning with light red flames reflected a faint golden light, so sacred, and at the end of each feather, there was a faint filament, which disappeared into the space behind it, as if connected to another world.

When it sings, thousands of voices sing together, like a giant bell ringing, and the whole world becomes glorious and bright.

The oppressive feeling coming from high in the sky made the girl feel a kind of burn just by looking at it. Such power was no longer that of a Sequence 7 transcendent. It was even rare among Sequence 8 transcendents. It is also the true pinnacle of today’s world.

This is not good, Tilan smiled bitterly in her heart, maybe she really has to stay here.

However, now that this is the situation, it seems that we can only use all our skills to keep the bottom of the box.

I really didn't expect that I was actually the container of the dark sun, but it seemed to make sense why my father always kept a distance from the two of them. He probably knew some truth.

When Tilan made up her mind, an extremely hot and dazzling flame fell from the sky. This fire stream contained pure orange-red particles. Each particle contained unimaginable high temperature and flame. When it passed through , even the space around the fire flow is slightly distorted. If hit by such a fire flow, even a Sequence 7 creature with extremely strong defense will evaporate and die on the spot.

This angel sister really thinks highly of herself, using this kind of move.

The light flashed in Tilan's eyes, and then she opened her hands. Countless bright blue light sands gathered and condensed from the surrounding void, and then black branches and leaves wrapped around her sleeves, blue roses bloomed quickly, and two narrow thorn swords extended and were held in the hands of the girl.

"Cut the double swords, flashing wings"

A dark blue lightning flashed through the golden quicksand, and instantly shuttled through and turned 7 times in the falling fire flow, and then escaped.

"Hu-hu-" Tilan covered her chest and panted, and sweat beads oozed from her forehead.

When she looked up again, the originally descending fire flow had stopped in the air, as if solidified into transparent glass, and then cracks extended, shattered and scattered, and there were still a few faint space gaps in the air.

High in the sky, Philuselin's expression did not change, and she seemed not surprised by such a result. In her opinion, if the container of the dark sun died so easily under the fire flow, it would be a low probability event.

She sang the hymn again, the voice was gentle and long. When Tilan rose like a morning star, there were pure white lightsabers beside the six-winged archangel.

"Heaven's Decree·Sword of Sealing Light"

The tin staff was swung, and the lightsabers rushed down one after another, but they were all easily dodged by the girl, and then she slashed at the six-winged angel in the air with a sword.

The dark blue sword blade splashed sparkling sparks on the tin staff, breaking a gap. After the battle, Filuselin did not want to fight at all. She jumped back, and layers of light sand flooded the space between the two. The distance of only more than ten meters seemed to be tens of thousands of miles apart.

When Tilan tried to rush through the flowing light sand again, his body seemed to be out of control, and was carried to the other side by the light sand, rolling down from the sky.

What is this? The girl was surprised. This is not something that ordinary secret methods can do. She even felt the same power breath as herself.

In order to escape from this turbulence, Tilan turned over again, and the sword in her hand bloomed like a flower, cutting through the dense space and breaking off this strange turbulence.

Flying and circling to avoid the lightsabers that kept falling from the sky, the mark symbol in the girl's eyes flashed, and then her figure flashed, and seven identical black-haired girls separated in the air.

They each held two swords, shuttled and dodged in the air, and rushed towards the floating burning winged angel in the air while dodging the lightsabers.

In response, Filuselin raised her right hand, opened her fingers slightly, and a slight buzzing sound rang out in the whole space. It turned out that the falling lightsabers did not disappear, but were inserted diagonally into the ground and walls. When they flashed again, thin threads of light appeared from the end of the hilt. These threads blocked the airspace, and any object that passed through was easily cut in half.

Looking at the silk thread passing through her chest, the girl looked at the "herself" scattered into pieces in the air, and her eyes slowly closed. All the "Tilan" turned into azure crystal powder and dissipated, then condensed on the ground again, becoming the only black-haired girl.

Before she could stand firm, the ground under her feet seemed to flow, becoming a sea of ​​light golden light particles, and her body slowly sank into it.

This?

In response, Tilan had to spread her transparent cicada wings again and fly out.

Ability related to flow? The girl slowly understood in her heart.

She jumped up again, and her figure seemed to be a stream of light that quickly shuttled through this space covered with fine threads, avoiding the slashes and piercings of various lightsabers, and avoiding the falling fire, until she reached the same height as the six-winged angel.

Then the girl closed her eyes slightly, and the sound of soft chanting sang in the sky, and her figure swayed like flowing water, allowing any impact to pass directly through her figure, as if she was in another dimension of space.

"Space secrets..." The girl seemed to hear Filuselin's sigh, and then opened her eyes. A brilliant full moon appeared behind her, shining with cold light.

Originally, she thought that Filuselin would interfere and attack in this process, but until the full moon appeared, Filuselin still did not make a move, but just floated in the air and watched and waited.

"You are really a special existence. Perhaps you should not be called the vessel of the dark sun. It is more appropriate to call you the vessel of the dark moon."

"Even so, you still have no chance of winning." Filuselin also sang in a clear voice, and then a brilliant golden sun slowly appeared behind her.

This sun was brilliant and fierce, and the golden flames it emitted were like a warm current circling in the space, as if you were under warm water, with a feeling of rippling water, and everything was also shadowy.

...

'Do you know that all actions must be based on a certain coordinate base point? ’

Tilan heard the voice coming from the other side of the water waves, and when she listened again, the other party seemed to have changed position and came to her left.

No, it was not that Philuselin changed position, but she had shifted direction.

Tilan suddenly became alert and realized the meaning of the other party's words.

She tried to adjust the direction, but no matter how she turned, she could not find a place to borrow force.

This world can no longer feel up and down, left and right. There is flowing light particle liquid in any direction. Any action she takes is just shaking in the water flow, and she can't get rid of it at all.

According to her observation when she came in, this prayer hall is no more than 200 meters wide. At this distance, she should soon hit the wall, but she kept drifting in this light particle liquid, but she never encountered it.

Even if she wanted to spread her wings and fly, it was as if she was standing still. She flew at high speed, and the water flowed at high speed. She stopped moving, and the water flowed slowly. The whole world became a hazy invisible cage. Any attack quickly disappeared in the water flow without leaving a trace. She could never touch the border, and could never sense her own position clearly.

…

It can only be like this, the girl said silently in her heart. She no longer tried to rush out of this turbulent flow, but quietly floated and raised her palm.

As she moved, the bright blue in the girl's eyes became colder and colder. Unconsciously, fine frost appeared around her and then gradually spread.

"Ding-ling-ding-ling-"

The sound of ice cracking began to spread and continued to extend until more than ten seconds later, the flowing light particles in the entire space stopped and became frozen ice crystals.

"Crack." A slight crack emerged, and then the ice crystals in the entire space collapsed, fell on the black marble floor, and turned into snow-white powder.

Standing on the ground again, Tilan found that she was only five meters away from Filuselin. The other party was floating in the air at this moment. The three pairs of wings were bright and brilliant, with a faint golden light flowing. Two of the wings were bent to protect Filuselin in the middle.

The ice crystals on the ground gradually dissipated, and Filuselin also spread her wings again, looking at Heshia with a little surprise.

"This is the power of the witch." She recognized that this was not the ability of a singer.

"But the power of the witch also comes from the fragments of the crown. You are becoming more and more surprising." She seemed to be rethinking whether she should force Heshia to stay here.

...

Finally, she shook her head, "I still can't let you go out. After all, you are too special."

After saying that, she became serious again and raised the golden tin staff in her hand, but this time Tilan didn't give her a chance. Almost at the moment she opened her mouth, she rushed out, and then turned a few swords, and the tin staff in Filuselin's hand slipped down and was divided into several sections with clear cross-sections.

When Heshia was about to fight with Philuselin, although the opponent had no weapons, her body was also extremely flexible. She moved lightly in the air like swimming and dancing, avoiding the girl's sword light and trajectory.

The opponent also had power, and it should be a "flow" that was extremely targeted at her. Tilan quickly realized this.

No wonder she claimed to be a saint serving Sifnaileen. It seems that she really inherited some of Sifnaileen's power.

"If that's all, you can't defeat me, Tilan." Philuselin's voice was still gentle.

After dodging the girl's silver blade arc again, she jumped up, the wings behind her flapped, and her figure was like a snow-white bird, flying straight into the dome.

Philuselin, who lost her staff, opened her hands and chanted hymns. The warm golden sun slowly emerged in her heart. With the appearance of this sun, this space once again turned into a flowing liquid, and everything was in turbulence.

In response, while Filuselin had not yet fully controlled it, Tilan jumped up, and the sword in her hand turned into a blooming silver lotus, piercing the beautiful angel in the air.

"Don't go forward." A strange voice came across the boundary, and then four vortices emerged in this space, and four priestesses with wings on their backs appeared. They held golden tin staffs and guarded in front of Filuselin, building layers of golden barriers to block the stabbing silver blade.

Like glass shattering, these barriers shattered layer by layer in the sword light, but when Tilan was about to take another step forward, the vortex-like water flow turned and trapped her in it.

Three seconds later, a few cracks appeared in the water flow, and then the water flow of the entire vortex turned into large pieces of solidified ice crystals and dispersed.

Every time it was like this, Tilan felt helpless and uncomfortable. This kind of flowing barrier and obstruction existed, and unless she used her power to neutralize and offset it, she could not move quickly at all.

After breaking through the obstruction of the four priestesses, she shattered the hazy water barrier and finally saw the six-winged angel behind the scenes again.

"You are late, Tilan."

The original small sun in front of Filuselin has disappeared, and a blue water ball floats in front of her. When Tilan appeared, she lifted the water ball, and the light inside flickered like billions of star sands until it was higher than her head. Then the water ball rotated, and a vortex that tore space and time appeared.

"Sifnaileen's Sigh"

In an instant, the water ball broke, and a pure water spiral rushed out like a river pouring down from the sky, drowning the girl's sight and everything.

All space and time disappeared in an instant, and she lost all perception, even the space tearing and moving could not be done.

It's over...

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It seemed like several centuries had passed. When Tilan opened her eyes again, she found herself still lying on the floor of this prayer hall, and here, besides her, there was only the flame-haired saint who was still kneeling in front of the portrait to pray.

Filuselin stood up slowly, the end of her snow-white classical long skirt dragged across the ground, and she walked slowly to her.

"What was I doing just now?" The girl covered her forehead, a little unsure of what had just happened, as if she was dreaming.

"What happened just now was all true." Filuselin still spoke gently, then helped the girl up and let her sit carefully on the horizontal chair beside her.

"What was I doing just now?" The girl remembered that her mind was blank at the end.

"You have died once just now." Filuselin saw her sitting down, turned around again, and came under the huge portrait.

This is a portrait of Sifnelian. The original angel in the painting is wearing a classical dress similar to Philuseline, with six wings on her back, as if she is in the sea, surrounded by wavy patterns.

"The original water will submerge your consciousness, and any soul will be purified and washed away by it, turning into foam." Feluselin explained while kneeling in front of the portrait and praying.

"But you survived, like an immortal diamond."

"I can't explain this phenomenon, but if this is the will of the Primordial Water, I should not disobey Lord Siphonelian's decision."

"I did something wrong, I'm sorry." She apologized sincerely.

"This..." Tilan, who originally wanted to be angry, didn't know what to do now. She checked herself and found that there seemed to be no wounds. Even her clothes were intact. If it weren't for the traces of moisture on the edge of the skirt, She felt like she had just had a dream.

"You are very special, even I can't judge." Felusselin stood up and shook her head slightly.

"You have the characteristics of an angel, the talent of a singer, and the power of a witch."

"Don't worry, I won't tell outsiders about your life experience and situation."

"If possible, I would like to ask Heshia a favor."

"What's up?"

"Can you be the saint of His Highness Brainard like me?" Felusselin raised her head and looked at Tilan with burning eyes.

"Why?" Tilan was puzzled.

"You have this quality in you, and I didn't realize it until the end."

"As one of the four primordials, Lord Siphonelian, her water flow can wash away all filth and purify impure and unclean artifacts. If you were an artificial container like the dark sun, you would have been dissipated in the water flow."

"And the one who can resist the purifying power of His Highness Siphonelian, apart from the opposite Primordial, His Highness Brainard, I can't think of anyone else."

"You may say that there are accidents and possibilities in the world, but extraordinary power, especially when it comes to the most essential and pure soul consciousness, is not like this."

"Why did the four originals form the first and most glorious Sun Crown? Because they were pure enough to be free from the pollution of spiritual consciousness and maintain their own purity. Otherwise, the Sun Crown would have collapsed at the beginning of its construction.

"You can still remain awake and self-conscious under the baptism of the original water, which means that you can also maintain yourself under the wash of billions of spiritual consciousness, which..." She shook her head.

"Even I can't imagine what kind of talent this is."

"Yes, none of the 365 sleeping angels match you, but above these angels, there are four originals who are the prototypes of all angels, symbols of all flawlessness."

"If you inherited the power of one of His Highnesses, it would be no surprise that you could do this."

"I'm not interested in the affairs of the Order. I'm afraid I won't be able to stay here as a saint. Besides, I'm also a singer and have other missions." Tilan shook her head and declined.

"It doesn't matter, I was presumptuous this time, but as compensation, I still have something to give to Tilan." Felusselin said, and then the side door opened, and the four priestesses she had just seen walked in carefully carrying trays.

There were different things placed on the four trays, and Feluselin took out one of them and introduced it.

"This sapphire water bottle contains the precious elixir of the Water Temple. It can provide the highest level of pure and flawless quintessence of magic power without any side effects. It is enough to allow a master of Sequence 7 to easily accumulate the magic power required to advance to Sequence 8."

"This watery long skirt can be simulated into any form of clothing. If you put it on, you can hide yourself in any water flow. Even the extraordinary life of Sequence 8 cannot detect it.

"This black crystal pendant is a token of the Order's Rock Temple. Although Tilan does not want to assume the duties of a saint, you can still recruit members of the Order if you need it."

"This golden tin staff is also a precious treasure made by the religious order. It allows you to easily mobilize Ajika particles in a wide area of ​​more than ten kilometers. It is a necessary prop for casting certain large-scale spells."

Although Feluselin said that Tilan did not need to be the saint of the Rock Temple, she gave Tilan all the necessary tools to become a saint.

"Is this really good?" Tilan was not stupid. She could naturally see the meaning of the gift.

"It's okay." Feluselin's eyes were half-closed and lowered.

"I don't believe in chance, I only believe in the miracle of destiny. Since you have the conditions to achieve all miracles, it is only a matter of time before you can change the world."

"Instead of judging a person based on unreliable deeds and words, I trust the judgment of the vast rhythmic water."

"That's it..." The girl hesitated for a few seconds, and finally sighed and accepted the gifts.

Just like Feluselin said, there are some things that she cannot escape. Instead of avoiding various gifts and responsibilities like in the past, it is better to bear all these generously and calmly and prepare for the tests she will face in the future.

After the two communicated again for a while, Tilan walked out of the prayer hall under the base of the statue and left.

…

After the girl left for a long time, Feluselin still knelt under the portrait in the hall and prayed silently until the priestess who sent Tilan away returned.

"She decided to stay here for a few days and read some ancient classics."

"It doesn't matter."

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"Lady Feluselin, do you really believe that she is not the vessel of the dark sun?" The priestess said after hesitating for a long time.

"I don't know. Lady Sifnaileen is in deep sleep, and there is a limit to what I can do."

"In fact, no one knows until everything reaches the end, right?"

"Even if she is not the reincarnation of the Primordial Rock, we have to make her believe that she is."

"Do you know the 'prophecy' in ancient mythology?"

"The 'prophecy' that was originally groundless, precisely because of people's belief, it finally became a reality."

"Human beings are such lives. Because of belief, they can overcome layers of thorns and obstacles and achieve some miracles."

"There is no coincidence, only the inevitability of 'belief'."