Natia Vida: I never thought that one day I would become a weak chicken in my heart, but I still have a little bit of fun, and I don't know why.

The feeling of being protected as a weak person is really subtle.

It's also a bit addictive.

Avella stabbed through the heart of an Eternal Night Maniac, gasping and glancing at a bewildered Natyavida before turning and running back onto the more chaotic battlefield.

"My sister." A calm goddess grabbed the dazed Natyavida, nervously ruffling her long hair and squeezing out what she thought was a sweet smile.

"Don't be afraid, my sister, come here and wait for the battle to end."

Waiting for the battle to end?

Natya Vida raised her head strangely, she glanced at the goddess nestled behind her, and condensed a short dagger in the palm of her hand: "Why don't you go to battle." ”

The goddess's expression froze, she grabbed Natya Vida who wanted to step forward in horror, slapped the dagger in her companion's hand, and gently reprimanded and couldn't hide her worry: "Have you lost your death?" That's not what we're good at! Only the goddesses of the periphery will go to battle. ”

The goddess next to her whispered in agreement, and there were many young children who were left behind, many of them who had not grown up and had not determined their gender choice.

The number of goddesses among the gods of light is not very large, and they are usually well protected, and only the goddesses who are on the outermost part have the experience of fighting.

Fighting and death often only come to the outermost periphery, and pain and struggle only spread to the outermost periphery.

Natia Vida laughed angrily, she stared at the dagger that had been slapped off, and asked slowly, "Sister, what kind of godhead are you?" ”

The goddess thought that she would not give up, so she anxiously took Natya Vida's hand, bit her lower lip and replied: "Don't go, I am the god of recovery, and when spring comes, I will sing with the birds to make the earth green again." ”

When it comes to her godhead, this goddess is obviously a little arrogant, and the strength in her hands is also a little weaker, she seems to remember the nobility and arrogance of the godhead again, if it weren't for the war, she might have sneered and left.

"Don't be impulsive!" 001, who could feel the mood of the little white-eyed wolf, was frightened again: "There is nothing wrong with this goddess, it's wrong for you to want to kill her, you must be calm!" The will of the world is right next to me! ”

Although it doesn't help much, you should give others a face, and don't bully children with wrong views.

"At times like these, no mistake is the biggest mistake."

Natyavida shook off the goddess's hand, and the dagger that fell to the ground flew back into her palm, she was really disgusted with this kind of creature who sat back and enjoyed it, and her tone was like a residue of ice slag: "My godhead is fighting. ”

After a brief silence, the goddess exclaimed, as if she had touched something dirty, and the anxiety in her beautiful eyes turned into disgust, and she raised her chin and rubbed the hand of the god in disgust.

"Then go, only the gods on the periphery will have this kind of dark godhead" The goddess said proudly: "I don't know how the gods on the periphery look so good, it's a waste of your face, she shouldn't belong to you!" ”

The godhead who defends the Divine Domain of Light is actually said to be the godhead of darkness, which is a great insult to every god of light.