Only look up, only look up!

Perhaps only the Lord of the Eternal Night and the uncertain god could make the madman lower his chin a little, so that she could look at her in the eye and arouse her serious interest.

She has this strength to come and go freely, and she also has this terrifying deterrent, which makes the Eternal Night Maniac who is shrouded in the Divine Personality fear and worship, it is a fanatical pursuit of strength and power.

They didn't know where she came from or where she was going, but the power of the power made them salivate and timid, and they couldn't help but be strongly attracted by that confidence.

Otilia's face changed, and she immediately thought of something, and waved her hand to block the angry gods of light, and at this moment, she deeply realized that such gods did not belong to light and darkness, nor did they belong to a specific existence.

She belongs to herself.

She is her own king, her own faith.

The gods of light turned their angry gaze to Otilia as if Otilia were the fool who hid his sins, leaving them with no mercy but a sense of disbelief at betrayal.

"Shh Lucy, standing among the gods, blocked Otilia's lips: "Don't anger the madman who has seized the godhead at this time. ”

The Lord of the Night, who was leaning on the throne, clearly felt the collapse of his faith, and a moment of laughter appeared on his pale face, and his eyes depicted the delicate side face of the blonde god, and the arrogant expression, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

This is the fox, the one who knows the sky and is not afraid of the earth, and dares to run away without hesitation when he teases.

The Lord of Light frowned slightly, he rubbed his fingers, and the white power seemed to be running in his fingertips, like the white fury of the gods split from the sky, and after exploding, the sky and the earth were cracked, even the Lord of the Eternal Night could not stop it.

"My brother." The Lord of the Eternal Night was a little childishly smug: "It seems that this beautiful creature belongs to me after all, and as soon as she steps into the Land of Eternal Night, I will close the door to the Land of Eternal Night." ”

Let her stay here, in the limited time, he is the only one by her side.

Wonderful, isn't it?

That proud Natyavida was his prey, and he would dress her in a long black dress, give her the whitest stall, make her a canary in the dark, to be held only in the hands of her master, and then he would pity the imprisoned bird, so that she could only lift her snow-white chin and bear his strength and warm heart.

"She doesn't belong to you." Ripples began to appear in the smooth tone of the Lord of Light: "She has no faith, and she has no yearning"

The Lord of Light was not provoked, and he didn't know how he came up with the word anger, but he clearly realized that the invincible creature on that battlefield did not belong to any god, and even that she was his own god.

She was merely stating a fact, not favoring the dark or hating the light, but just plain descriptions.

She's just tired of being there, and wants to change to a new darkness to explore with interest, instead of indulging in a cage of emotions, not even thunder and lightning can cut off her wings, and even if the wings are broken, she will use her body to move out of the confinement that does not belong to her.