Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

You are so stubborn, just like you, Tilan...

I won't just watch her lose herself in the end, so...

So what else can you change, Tilan...

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In the sky, the girl with black wings stood alone, her hands clasped together, as if she was making a last prayer, recalling the faint light in the sky that had not yet dissipated.

An extremely gentle song is sung in this quiet sky

Facing the distant sun

The faint glow descends

As if time was rewinding at this moment, the past scenes were blurred in the sky. The two figures staggered back and forth in the sky. With every killing and impact, golden debris burst out.

These golden debris slowly settle and fall below

Gathering in front of the girl who closed her eyes and prayed

golden crumbs

golden outline

golden holy sword

The transparent shape became clearer step by step, and every structure and molecule in it was exactly the same as in the scene. Even the unreplicable conceptual power appeared on this sword.

The Crystal of Healing, the Voice of Time, the power she possesses represents the original wish of the Moon Crown

——Make up for the regrets of the past time

When this wish manifested itself in the purest way, a miracle that almost reversed time appeared, and a holy sword that was exactly the same as 'Tirasife' slowly condensed in front of him.

It is composed of the broken parts of 'Tirasife' during the battle, and then through the girl's prayers, it was perfectly repaired and re-condensed into a true holy object.

Although it has the same appearance and power as 'Tillacife', it is not that sword after all. When Tilan holds the hilt, gold and silver patterns appear on it like intertwined vines, showing the smooth artistic style in the center. Alphabet text.

‘Despair thus withers away – Hecamine’

Holding the hilt of the sword, a silver moonlight mark appeared between Tilan's eyebrows, and then a beam of light like a beacon penetrated the atmosphere and penetrated into space.

The battle is not over yet, Celidia.

Even compared with those heroes in myths and legends, Hesia is one of the few with extremely strong resilience. Whether it is her character or her natural powers, she has unimaginable tenacity and self-healing ability. Faced with Hesia was so persistent that even Themisia had to give in sometimes.

Fortunately, this kind of nature does not appear all the time. As long as principles are not involved, she is actually quite easy to talk to.

Celidia, who entered the space, noticed the approaching aura from behind, and she turned back to see Tilan's appearance clearly at this moment.

Is that sword a replica of 'Tirasife'? It's exactly the same.

However, Tilan, you will not be able to use the full power of this sword after all.

Because this is the treasure that West Evelyn left to us Silver Winged Breeds

Celidia, who had slowly sunk into the Crown of the Sun, wielded the holy sword, which shot out a ray of light as bright as a spear, directly smashing the shining silver meteor across a distance of thousands of miles.

"It's useless." She no longer cared about the girl who fell into the atmosphere again, and began to close her eyes and concentrate, letting herself integrate into this magnificent crown step by step.

When she stepped out of the golden crown again, it was over.

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The falling meteors in the atmosphere slowly stopped, and Tilan urged the holy sword 'Hekamine' in her hand to shatter the time and space seal that imprisoned her body, and hovered in the air again.

Because she was not a Silver Winged One, she looked at the holy sword in front of her that flashed bright light, then closed her eyes and meditated.

'Tila Xifei' is a sacred object condensed by West Ephren's own crown power. In order to prevent it from being used by outsiders, it must be mixed with a special mark of identification, and this method should be difficult to crack by other dark suns. It can only be destroyed violently.

When she drew the sword before, she also relied on Celidia's bloodline to obtain immunity... Wait, if she needed the bloodline of the Silver Winged Species to be exempted, she turned her eyes sharply, looking for the floating objects shining on the planet at the moment. Empty courtyard.

When she saw the Silver Winged Species who had already resonated with 'Tila Xifei', her heart suddenly sank again.

So what if she could break the seal and gain the full power of the holy object? At that time, Celidia had already raised the Sun Crown, and she couldn't stop it no matter how hard she tried.

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Time passed by second by second. In this extremely short moment, many pictures and memories flashed through Tilan's mind, until it finally settled on the rows of table data that had been left out.

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Species name: Silkworm moth species

Characteristics: Can produce high-quality fiber, extremely obedient, moth wings, low combat effectiveness

Physical data: Adult height 1.3m-1.5m, weight 30kg-50kg, wingspan 1.8m-2.2m, silver-white hair color, single fiber hair, can weakly sense the emotions of other creatures, can see at night, and has self-purifying scales Sterilization, fear of fire, adaptable to angel sequence, original sequence, normal growth to adulthood can advance to sequence 2.

Origin: Unknown, has the potential to become a dependent race.

Evaluation: Compiled using the 5th generation genetic technology, the template base is the standard. In order to ensure the purity of the individual, the resistance is deliberately lowered, allowing the incomplete and genetically mixed individuals to die early, with excellent appearance, and even sacrificed some extraordinary abilities for this purpose. The emergence of genes, a rare race that has deleted resistance factors from its genes, trusts almost any stranger, cannot refuse other people's requests, and is easily manipulated. It is a good tool race, but as a main race, it is incomplete and unqualified.

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"It has the potential of a dependent race. It seems that this race is not bad." What Celidia said casually at that time suddenly became extremely clear at this moment.

My name is Olenna, are you...my new master?

where have they gone

One was eaten and one was used

The Queen was injured, so Miena was used. Aina was killed by the guards, and then she was eaten by them in order not to waste it.

What does it mean to use it up?

The Queen was injured and had internal problems, so she replaced them with Miena's, so Miena is no longer there.

Do you want to take us away? Wherever we go, we will take care of ourselves, as long as we are given food

Don’t worry, I’ll give you something to eat

Memories about silkworm moth species appeared in the girl's mind one after another, making her feel a lot of love and emotion for the purity of these little guys.

As West Evelyn's first work, these little guys are not a perfect artificial race. They have many shortcomings, but they also represent West Evelyn's original fairy tale wish.

If it were the silkworm moth species that was also created by West Evelyn, would this holy sword recognize it?

Tilan didn't have time to guess anymore. She almost instantly used the power of time and space to teleport back to the hidden cave underground in the valley, and saw a few little guys huddled together.

"It's obviously night, but the sky outside is bright."

"Everyone seems to be scared, and Lady Ores asked us to hide."

"I don't know when Lady Hesia will come back."

"The dress I made for Lady Hesia hasn't been sewn yet."

"It would be great if I could always live like this."

"Although everyone in the camp occasionally makes fun of me, I won't feel sad if I have so many companions with me."

"The carrot stew is very fragrant, but unfortunately the carrots are almost gone. I don't know when everyone will return to the grassland."

"I don't know why, but I feel that something terrible is about to appear." Huddled on the bed in the corner, in the cold underground without a campfire, a few little guys hugged each other and used each other's moth wings to form a small warm space.

Listening to their conversation, Tilan felt like crying for some reason. It was obvious that she hadn't cried in a long time.

Why is there such a stupid race with no ability to resist? They live on this planet and are enslaved or used as livestock. As long as they meet someone with a slightly bad heart, these little guys will only be bullied. Then a little favor can win them over, and they will still think of the good things of others.

According to Celidia's theory of superior races replacing inferior races, these little guys will definitely be eliminated. If the world must be dominated by powerful people, then these little guys are destined to live a fate of being enslaved forever.

Even though Tilan understands the laws of how this world works, she is still particularly sad, that is, no matter what you look like at the beginning or what wishes you have, you will eventually be twisted to the point of becoming stronger and dominating others.

Because if you don’t do it, someone else will do it, and the end result is that everyone is forced to adapt to this environment and give up the way they used to be.

This is true of Celidia, the past four dark suns, and even the remaining mechanical artificial angels on this planet. The endless and cruel war forces everyone to choose the best narrow path in order to win, and the final result is That is to say, no matter how many people and things have good intentions at first, they will inevitably slide into the abyss and become part of the darkness.

If this is the root of all tragedies, then how to break the reincarnation...

Tilan walked towards the silkworm moths huddled in the corner step by step. Gorgeous light bloomed from the sword blade in her hand, illuminating the dark underground cave.

"It's Lady Hesia!"

"Is it really Lady Hesia?" Several silk moth species couldn't believe it.

"Lady Hesia is back, wuwu." They trotted around and looked at the sword in Tilan's hand with some fear.

"Lady Hesia..." One of them called the girl's name in a low voice and approached cautiously.

"Olena, come here." Tilan whispered her name and asked her to step forward.

The silkworm moth girl with snow-white moth wings flapped her wings, walked nervously to Tilan, and then looked up at her.

"Try to hold this sword." Tilan slowly knelt down and stroked the other person's head with one hand.

"Okay." Although Olenna didn't know why she did this, she still stretched out her hand and touched the sword carefully.

Like a normal human, her hand poked out from the white linen cuffs and slowly leaned on the hilt of the sword.

Tilan looked at the quietly flowing brilliance of the sword. When Olenna held the hilt of the sword, although there was a slight fluctuation, it soon returned to calm.

So Tilan released her fingers and asked Olenna to lift the sword with both hands. Olenna was obviously struggling at this time. Seeing that she couldn't hold it, several other silk moth species around came to help, and finally the five little guys lifted it together. Holding this sword, standing in this dark underground.

Light was still flowing on the holy sword, and the gorgeous golden and silver veins were wrapped like vines, illuminating the faces of several silk moth species around it.

"Very good." Tilan felt that her voice had softened a lot, and she slowly closed her eyes.

For some reason, a faint warmth flowed in her heart. It was difficult for her to describe what it felt like. Was it happiness? Is it joy, comfort, or a touch of peace.

Yes, even when Xi Aifulian created the holy relic ‘Tiraxifi’, she had already become the Dark Sun for hundreds of years, but this holy relic still recognized these little silkworm moths in front of her, without rejection.

Logically speaking, as the most perfect creation in Xi Aifulian’s heart, she only needed to leave the authority of the holy relic to the Silver Wings, and there was no need to take into account this flawed work that she had long abandoned, and the extremely weak race.

But

Perhaps these little guys were once the softest part of her heart. Even if she was in charge of the holy relic that became the next Dark Sun’s authority, Xi Aifulian still left a backdoor for the authority of the silkworm moths.

Perhaps she did not expect these little guys to succeed and show their special talents for turning over, because Xi Aifulian gave all her knowledge and expectations to the Silver Wings, and never took care of these silkworm moths again.

Silently, Tilan thought a lot, a lot

She bent down, touched these silkworm moths waiting for her orders, and then teleported them to the outside world.

At this time, the sky had turned into a strange black color. Through this sky, you can see the stars outside and the huge golden vortex.

This huge golden vortex is so eye-catching and cannot be ignored. Countless lights converge into it and continue to condense and weave layer by layer. Although the people on the earth are still unclear about what happened, everyone knows that there is an extremely magnificent will that is about to be born in the center of the vortex.

The history recorded in the ancient legends emerged in the minds of many people, and they also recalled the names that resounded throughout the galaxy in the Fifth Era.

Which crown will be born this time?

On the high wall of the Ford Alliance, Sage Lindsay and Gray Scholar Bornhard stood side by side. They looked up at the golden vortex at the end of the sky with complicated eyes.

"That is to say, the silver-winged species finally succeeded."

"Yes, in the center of the golden vortex, a new sacred sun is about to be born. At that time, the entire planet will become its sanctuary and be controlled by it." Bornhard said slowly. As gray-feathered species, they once had their own sacred sun.

"What about us?" Lindsay couldn't help but ask.

"According to past practice, 99% of other races on this planet will die, and the few outstanding individuals left will become the collection and observation objects of the dark sun."

"Is that so..." Hearing this, Lindsay felt something stuck in his chest, and he didn't know what to say.

He lowered his head and looked at the city and streets behind him. At this time, many people were already crawling on the ground, kneeling down to the golden vortex in the sky, praying for pardon in the upcoming final judgment.

There are many people like this, not only poor ordinary people, but even some powerful extraordinary people, who are standing there in fear at this moment, their legs trembling, and losing their fighting spirit.

More and more people sense and see the golden vortex at the top of the sky, and feel hesitant and uneasy about the ever-expanding momentum.

Is everything over like this? Lindsay feels very sorry. He originally saw some hope in the girl, but he didn't expect the ending to come so suddenly, which caught everyone by surprise.

Just as he was leaning on his wooden stick, preparing to walk down the wall and look through the books left by his teacher to find a way out, someone shouted on the street.

"Look, look there!"

Following his shout and the direction of his finger, many people turned their eyes, and Lindsay also stopped and turned back to look up.

A dazzling star rose in the dark sky, emitting silver ripples that were no less than the golden vortex, and the gorgeous light shone brightly and spread to the entire planet.

Underground

In the cage

In the dim room

Figures with snow-white moth wings on their backs opened their eyes one by one, and their bodies gradually floated up. A silver halo like flowing water passed over their small bodies, healing the scars of varying sizes on their bodies.

Then the silver halo protected these fragile little figures, breaking free from shackles and cages, breaking out of all kinds of restraints, and flying to the sky.

One after another, tiny silkworm moths rose from the earth, their brows emitting silver moonlight, dotted with stars, dotted the black sky.

In various settlements and tribes on the earth, countless people looked at this scene in amazement. These silkworm moths opened their eyes, gently waved their wings with silver halo, and bits of broken light floated down in the sky, and then clear voices rang in the minds and consciousness of all life on this planet.

Just like the silver star swaying in the dark night

Dragging the last hope to rise slowly

That is the last tenderness

The kind heart that never gives up

Telling the midsummer when birds can fly under the warm shade of the trees