She Is Not a Witch

The weaving of 　　 star thread is not easy, the long river of fate extends to countless different branches, but unfortunately for this small star, it is almost a dead end.

　　 If you want to change the inherent structure of this world, you will suffer frenzied resistance and resistance. This is a matter of course.

　　 Generally speaking, it takes many years of constant beating and shaking to disintegrate the original structure and establish a new system. Whoever wants to succeed once will only suffer.

　　 But, there is always hope.

　　[Even if it is only one in a billion, I will find this path to miracle. ]

　　 The girl with silver hair and white dress, with scorching eyes, walked through the river of fate again and again, exploring the possibility of continuity.

　　 She saw one shattered future, one sad ending after another.

　　 The setting sun is like blood, breaking into the sand, and corpses all over the field.

　　 constantly turning in the long river of fate, looking for a possible way of life.

again and again.

again and again.

　　 I don’t know how many times later.

　　 A kind of exhaustion hits like a tide, flooding the whole body and mind. Even with such talent and power, the girl begins to feel tired, and her original firm will gradually sinks.

　　 I really want to take a break, I really want to sleep, and the twinkles of the twinkling stars gradually dim, the body that is walking through the river of fate slowly stagnates, and the edges of the body are gradually blurred.

　　 seems to dissipate at any time, fall into the stars and fall into the mortal world.

　　 She tried to fly again, but her fingers had slowly dissipated, turning into bursts of light.

　　[Still, is it irretrievable? ]

　　 Just when she was about to fall into despair, a butterfly flew out of her hair.

　　 The faint blue wings, like a dream, fluttering lightly.

　　 She became a butterfly, as if the butterfly had become her.

　　 In this way, the butterfly fluttered its wings again, leaped lightly, and moved quickly through the river of fate. Its seemingly fragile wings are stronger and more powerful than anything else.

　　 Even the washing of time, even the impact of stars, can't hurt it in the slightest.

　　 The speed of the butterfly is getting faster and faster, and there is no upper limit.

　　 In the end, she turned into a ray of light, reflecting the long river of fate.

　　 Finally, a trajectory leading to a miracle was singled out.

　　 The blue butterfly turned into a silver-haired girl again, and she carefully picked up the broken star line.

　　 The strands of golden light spots continue to gather from the void, entangle each other to form silk threads, and then continue to grow and extend.

　　 This tiny star will lead to a new world along this trajectory.

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　　 The country of the westerly wind, the wind is in the wilderness.

　　 Shocking starlight falls from the sky like a waterfall, like an aurora.

　　 Pullman ran in the cold wind, the blood-stained armor was extremely cold, but the [Amber Fruit] in his belly released surging heat and magic, and he breathed out a white mist.

　　 His consciousness has never been as clear as it is now, and the extraordinary core that had been stagnating has also begun to loosen.

　　 Pullman's talent is not high, it can even be said to be ordinary. If Lorrain Hill hadn't given him Extraordinary Fruit to improve his physique, he would have a problem even condensing an Extraordinary Core.

　　 After taking the Extraordinary Fruit for many times, coupled with so many years of training between life and death, he was able to enter Sequence 5. Among several companions, his aptitude can be said to be the worst.

　　 Fortunately, his excellent sword skills and diligent exercise finally made up for some shortcomings, but it has reached the limit, and his road to extraordinary sequence has slowly stopped.

　　 Like a huge stone gate, heavy and tightly closed, there is no future in sight.

　　 But now while he was running, he noticed the long-lost dawn, and the rigid core began to run according to a certain rhythm, like the heart of a dragon, beating slowly, but so powerful.

　　 Knowledge and difficulties that were incomprehensible in the past, but now they can be understood.

　　 The extraordinary core of consciousness is a black gem with intricate patterns.

　　 The light in it is like breathing, bright and dark, and dark golden lines began to be engraved on the gems and spread.

　　 Not only Pullman, but also other rebel soldiers in the wilderness. Before, those who had condensed extraordinary cores began to upgrade, and those who did not have condensed cores began to condense their own cores in their bodies.

　　 The endless starlight carrier Mana, the magic power that was difficult to sense in the past, is so clear at this moment, even if some of the key is not understood, some are not qualified, it doesn't matter.

　　The stars all over are like invisible silk threads, pulling Mana and magic, carefully avoiding obstacles and blockages, and constantly outline the core of the sequence.

　　 is just like splashing ink on the canvas, forming a masterpiece painting.

　　 You can say that the probability of this kind of thing is so low that you can tell, but you can't deny its possibility.

　　 Throw the dice 100 times, and each time it is 1, the probability is one in a billion.

　　 And the miracle is to select this result from hundreds of millions and make it the only one destined to be.

Pullman walked faster and faster. In the wilderness under the starry sky, the air seemed to be particularly fresh, and the enemy's movements were visible in his vision. At this time, in the sea of ​​consciousness, the obsidian-like extraordinary core was like a blooming lotus~www .wuxiaspot.com~ On the black petals, there are light golden veins in which the brilliance flows.

　　 And he has finally advanced to the Sequence of War 7: Assault Lord, which is the culmination of the information given by the girl.

　　 Before the dark eyes, there was still the blazing thunder light, carrying the mountains and the tsunami, attacking head on.

　　 was made of black steel with a large sword in his hand. It was so heavy that it flew up like a swallow, and then fell down. It cut down a flash knight and chopped it in half. The hot blood splashed and sprayed.

　　Pulman’s world has never been so clear. The wind and grass around him seem to have slowed down the enemy's movements by 10 times. The flaws that were hard to detect in the past are so conspicuous and clear that they can be split with the flow, just like drinking water.

After 　　 a sword, the flash knights suffered casualties for the first time, and this is just the beginning.

　　 Their front line rushed to the gathered square again, and the thunder light galloped across the ground.

　　The rebel formation, the tight long spear formation was waiting in full line, the extraordinary magic power began to condense at the tip of the spear, the cold light overflowed, a dangerous and solemn atmosphere was about to emerge.

　　 stab!

　　The cold iron slashed through the armor, flesh and blood, and bones, and the flesh and the head were mixed with steel and rolled down to the ground, splashing blood and dust.

　　 The square formation, which was crisp as thin paper before, turned into sharp and cold side knives at this moment, harvesting each and every life.

　　 Under the stars, the thunder gradually stopped.

　　 Since then, the lightning knights shining with thunder has been removed from the mainland and become a true legend.

　　 On the melodious wilderness with bagpipes, starting today, a new myth will begin to be spread.

　　The country favored by the stars, Crancia.

　　 This country established under the guidance of the sages will eventually change the whole world.