The Eighth High Heaven, Black Angel!

The only and most special figurative life in the Nine Heavens. It is said to be unique because it links and runs through the seventh and ninth highest heavens, guarding the path of self-redemption of the fallen angels. It is said to be special because its power is very strong, not only grasping one or two negative emotions like ordinary falling angels, but also grasping a breeding ground for negative emotions.

The dark side of life.

It's a very vague term, and no one will think much if you only take it literally. But in reality, it represents the dark places of human nature and all of life. Such as conspiracy, such as murder, such as violence and cruelty, cold-blooded and vicious. Under the glamorous appearance of life, the awe-inspiring temperament of justice, what is covered, what is covered.

In the darkness, negative emotions trickle down, like a stream that has been nurtured and grown. It is the source of the Black Angel's power. It is also the scariest place for Black Angels.

It can be said that among the Nine Heavens, the Black Angel is not the strongest, but she is definitely the weirdest. No one knows where her true form is, no one has ever seen her true face. The only thing she left for everyone was a fog. and the laughter of her conspiracy......

"I have some goblets...... Crystal and beautiful......"

"I added blood to it...... Delicious and sweet...... If you lack a little spicy, add a little ferocity, and if you lack a little coolness, add some conspiracy......"

"My goblet...... Brewing your distortions, reflecting your ugliness ......"

"One for two...... Three, four, ......"

"Huh? Where's my goblet? My goblet? ”

"Ah...... Originally...... It's ...... in your heart."

"...... in your heart"

"The seventh goblet, sparkling ......"

A faint singing voice echoed in the blood pupil's ears, and a simple smile appeared on Mostina's face. Her singing voice is very beautiful, but it is very weird, at first it sounds like an innocent little girl, but what flows into her heart is a chill. It's hard to imagine that such a beautiful singing voice could have such a terrible effect.

Blood Pupil's body stiffened, and the Scarlet Greatsword had already taken control of his nerves. The song froze his soul. A strong feeling of paralysis invaded his body little by little. Even the power of the abyss seems to have fallen into a deep sleep.

He struggled to raise his head and look at the cloudy sky.

"For ...... What ......"

The voice was so weak and pitiful, even the blood pupil himself was startled, when did it become so weak? But he couldn't resist anymore, and was lost in the beautiful singing of Mostina......

Behind him, Mostina stretched out her left hand and slid it slightly onto her bloody face, rubbing it slightly.

"Because...... We want to be free......"

"The nightmare of the fallen angel, never go on again. We are the dumping ground of fate. Constantly abandoned. Forgotten. But it carries the squalor of the entire universe. Everyone looks down on us, everyone hates us...... But who knows how we survived? ”

"In the distant past, Crodil bore our sins. It allows us to breathe a breath of free air. Thank you so much for ......"

"But gratitude is not something to eat. Freedom cannot be given. You have borne everything for us, but what is the end? ”

A faint smile appeared on Mostina's face. Gently raised his red lips and kissed the cheek of the blood pupil.

"You have perished......"

"Clodir, who was so powerful that even the high nobles looked up to him, actually perished like this...... I still can't forget that day. The forces of the entire universe have joined forces to strangle you in the starry sky. ”

"Your brood is shattered...... Civilization has destroyed ......"

"Planets are in tatters. Starfields burned under the ship's guns. A civilization, a civilization so powerful that it could almost dominate the worldly realm, turned into nothingness in a short period of time. Can you understand my shock? ”

"I used to please you and please us. Groveling Racial ......"

"Once an ally, a companion ......"

"It's like that...... Later, even your conquerors, rulers. They all died in the fighting. ”

"They died a heroic death, and Crodil really deserves to be the number one fighting race in the universe. But so what? but you are still perishing. Your pride and persistence, your will and your glory. Just disappeared into the long river of time. At the same time, the dark side of my life is growing and surging. ”

"I know that it is the smell of conspiracy fermentation, and it is the hostility and malice of the whole universe towards you. It strengthened me and woke me up...... Let me know...... It turns out that nothing is reliable. ”

"Freedom...... You have to take it into your own hands......"

In front of the silent temple, Mostina spoke softly, as if talking to herself, as if explaining to the Blood Pupil. In her beautiful and long voice, she described to the blood pupil a scene of the end times, a battlefield of the end of the world.

"Your king...... Killed in the last battle. I watched him turn to ashes, leaving only the Daybreak Sigil in the Void. At that time, the hundreds of strong people who participated in the siege of him were shocked and did not dare to desecrate his remains. ”

"By the way, you don't know what the Mark of Dawn is, do you? It is the mysterious symbol on your first king, no one knows what it is, but the people of Claudil stubbornly believe that it brings freedom and dignity to themselves, so they call it the Dawn Break, also known as the Freedom Chapter. Only a man who becomes a king will come into being naturally when he takes over power, which cannot be erased or passed on. ”

"On that day, the Mark of Dawn remained in the void for thirty-seven hours, like an eye in the darkness watching the author of all destruction. Then the Mark of Daybreak vanished...... The strong men who participated in the siege of the king also retreated. ”

"They all died...... Some died of illness, some from alcoholism, and some from drugs. ”

"The ridiculous thing is that they were all the strongest in the universe before, but none of them died on the battlefield."

Speaking of this, the corners of Mostina's mouth twitched. She didn't tell the Blood Pupil that some people had died at her hands, from intrigues and tricks, but it was all meaningless. Because whether she meddled or not, these people would die. That's fate!

Crodil is a race that rebels against fate, but is equally respected by fate.

Therefore, fate is glorified and cannot be blasphemed.

And she, Mostina, got a chance because of this......

"I saw many things and understood many things that day."

"I finally know what the fallen angels need, and what we must insist on......"

"So I want to carve out a path of freedom for my people. If the first king of Crodil can do it, then I will definitely be able to do it today! ”

Mostina's voice rose sharply, as if she was making a declaration, as if she was strengthening her convictions.

"Do whatever it takes!" (To be continued......)