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Remilia's young body stood straight, and the sword of her eyes stabbed at the god of silence without fear. The Spear of Longinus, which covered the concept of Gangenir, was captured in Remilia's small hands, and the length above her height was not funny at all.

The blood in Remilia's eyes was like a rhyme, bright.

Awaken the "Night King Who Stretches the Wicked Girl"!

Small, incomparably small, yet huge changes have begun! As a Bloodborn, it's your mission to collect ancient fragments. When the pieces are assembled, it's time to awaken.

Feel it!

Remilia could feel every drop of blood in her body, and the shackles that had imprisoned this body for eternity were opened. Spanning nearly five hundred years, the young body reappeared, and the rapid cell division made Remilia grow into about fifteen years old in just a few moments. Ruby-like eyes are hidden under the long blue flowing hair, especially the dress that seems to have turned into a Qi B miniskirt as the body grows, and the chest does not seem to be completely covered.

Remilia tore off the ribbon from her hat, tied it casually to her chest, and flicked a spear with her spear. The bright pupils were imprinted with the clear shadow of the god of silence, but Remilia did not dare to be careless.

"Ask, God, what is it?"

Remilia has lost her target.

It was pitch black, and Remilia's vision was deprived.

Remilia tries to lock the other party through fate, but she can't see any thread of fate!

"God, what does it mean?"

Bang!

Remilia was knocked away in an instant, and was knocked out of the house, pulling a ravine of nearly 100 meters out of the snow.

Remilia stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and smiled a little far-fetched. She didn't understand the cause and effect of the god of silence, because the memory of that drop of blood was a more distant, more distant past. However, this does not hinder her rational judgment. The god of silence wanted her to die, and in agony. She was supposed to be a member of the Guardians, but why did she do that......? Is it distorted because of extreme self-blame?

Anyway, Remilia didn't have any intention of fighting her, because she was in a hurry!

"Aren't you the supreme god of God, and why do you need to ask others what God is? Remilia could still see her surroundings, but she could hear the unbridled approaching footsteps of the god of silence.

"Yes, I am the supreme god, but so what? Why, is it that Lord Yuka, who is so proud and so powerful, has fallen into the company of demons? Isn't it all a joke that our efforts have all become a joke! It's all because of you fragile seeds, if you hadn't died for a while, Lord Yuka wouldn't have left me! No!" said the god of silence at the end, and roared at Remilia in a twisted manner.

After saying that, his distorted face became cold again, and he said cruelly, "So, you are guilty!" The god of silence raised the object in his hand and smashed it down on Remilia.

[Darkness, listen to me!]

The hand of the god of silence was suddenly still in the air and could not be waved, and the thing in his hand was obviously restricted by something. The god of silence squinted at Remilia, who was emitting an ominous black aura, and seemed to think of something and said, "I didn't expect you to have anything to do with that group of garbage. "Don't think about it, the only people who can be called garbage in the Great God Realm are the calamity of the Evil Spirit Dream. After the Dream of the Evil Spirit generally arrives in the Great God Realm, it is to make trouble and plunder divinity everywhere, after all, in the Great God Realm, divinity is hard currency.

Remilia, who slowly raised her head, opened her eyes again, and there was a round of gold rim outside her blood-colored bright pupils.

"I see, is that how it works?" said Remilia to herself. After awakening, Remilia has not tried her latent powers, and finally solved her doubts. Her destiny abilities have been greatly strengthened. She can know the past, present, and future of others through mere sight, which is a more powerful ability than blood recall!

As a result, she can analyze her opponent's weaknesses by understanding her opponent's past, and exploit or interfere with them. That's where the real power comes in!

"Oh?" "Oh?" the god of silence smiled strangely at the corners of his mouth when he saw the gold rim of Remilia's pupils, "Allah, the bloodline has been inherited so quickly, is it okay?"

"I know what you're trying to say. ”

"You don't know. "The smile of the god of silence is still strange under the red snow, but it is not exaggerated, and it looks unexpectedly beautiful.

"I've protected the key memories. You can't see it. "The god of silence seems to know all about Remilia's abilities.

"You know, what is existence?" said the god of silence with a strange smile.

"You know what? what is existence?" said the god of silence, "it's a mark! it's a mark that identifies everything! like a sticker on the outside of a specimen, and we're the specimens! You know what? Unlike us dead specimens that need to be marked, you're a living specimen. ”

That's the enclosure of the activity. The soul is nothing but a built-in system. The key is to enter the mark of ** fusion soul recognition, that existence!bloodline, soul inheritance?" The god of silence smiled disdainfully and said, "Do you know the game played by humans on the technology side? Skills, attributes, actions, and even names...... None of us belong to us! We're just puppets being manipulated! Maybe...... Out of sight, there are two wills that control our actions and even our thoughts!"

"So what?" Remilia's eyelids didn't even blink.

"Your ...... The tone of voice annoys me!" The hand of the god of silence slowly moved, and it completely broke through Remilia's mantra with a strong stance.

"I'll tell you the truth. Yours are just someone else's backup, and there's more than one! You should be surrounded by people who are completely spirits. ”

Remilia's eyebrows furrowed, and the first thought of the human sage who was now a riotous spirit.

"Doesn't seem to be wrong...... Then your seed should also be added with a 'safety device'. The real seed is gone...... Is fate really so hard to change?" was the silence of the god of silence, and there was an unspeakable depression in his tone.

She casually threw a square pendant in front of Remilia, and said, "This is the origin of fate, and of course there is nothing wrong with you calling it the original text of fate." Anyone who holds it can see their fate until the end. Do you dare to catch it?" There were no provocative words, and he barely cared if Remilia would catch it, but there was a heartfelt mockery in his eyes. Remilia wasn't sure if it was a trap by the God of Silence, and she wasn't stupid enough to make any careless moves towards this high-risk foe.

The depression in the eyes of the god of silence was even more, and the deep silence was buried in the tiredness.

"My end ends the moment I meet you. The god of silence muttered to himself, "The last time I tried to run away without meeting you, I was caught in the gap and immediately came to you. Last time, I tried to kill you, but you killed you. It's incredible, isn't it? Why did you kill me, kill me, the god of the pinnacle god? When I grabbed the original text of fate, I saw countless destinies, all of which were related to you. ”

"But!"

"This time I see hope, you actually awakened that bloodline. This is not normal! I have seen countless encounters with you, and you have never woken up. This is not an accident! It has been proven countless times that this is inevitable. Someone interfered with your fate, I don't know who, but I want to thank her. The voice of the god of silence was calm, "My encounter with you will not be a fate. ”

"Since I can kill you if I don't awaken, then how can I talk about me who has awakened?" Remilia did not deny the words of the god of silence, but she was not gullible either.

"It's not about power! It's pure fate! Since you've spied on fate, you should be so ruthless with fate. The god of silence said word by word, the dark matter on his hand distorting reality at a speed of interference visible to the naked eye, and then turning into a shapeless hand.

Of course, Remilia understands how ruthless fate is! That small sense of powerlessness will not change with the improvement of her own strength, it will always indifferently go all the way according to the established plot, and there will be no substantive change!

"Is that all you want to live?" the sense of danger in Remilia's mind had risen to a critical level.

"Yes, because the inscription I placed on my soul when I became a god is 'Dedicated to the bloom of flowers.' The god of silence replied with a smile.

Dedication to the bloom of flowers can also be translated as living for flowers or giving everything to flowers.

Flower?

"Do you have that realization?"

Remilia understood, and it was precisely because she understood that she would ask.

"Well, no matter what, you're going to ask that. Do you need to say the answer?" the god of silence smiled as he deservedly.

Yes, the flowers bloom for the result of the flowers, so the flowers are not the end, but the beginning of a new life. It is because of this that is it worth just giving everything you have to a fleeting flower?

"Paranoia or madness, I'm only blooming for Yuka-sama!" the god of tranquility smiled so brightly, like a moon that turned back to the sun, gentle but not dazzling, "Remember the name that Yuka-sama gave me—Yehui." ”

All the stars on the starry sky disk dimmed, and a bright moon actually suppressed all the stars.

Yuka looked up at the full moon and showed that expression for the first time.

Yakumo Zi quietly retreated behind Yuxiang and said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Yuxiang's voice was a little hoarse.

[Yuka-sama is so dazzling!I like Yuka-sama so much!]

[I want to bloom for the sake of Yuka-sama]

[Yuka-sama is the best!I like Yuka-sama the most!]

......

Memories of the past are like floods that open the floodgates, pouring out.

"I am the epiphany of the moment, I can only bloom once in my life, and then wither. For the sake of Yuxiang-sama, even if you take the light with the stars. Have you seen it, Lord Yuka, the moon that has been living because of your gift is about to shine!"

It's so far away, but this sentence seems to be in my ears.

"Well, I saw it......"

"See......"

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"Moon?" "Moon?" Calamity frowned after looking up at the bright moon, and said to himself, "Strange, aren't the rest of the tarot cards all in that little girl's?

Wo Tian's brows twitched, and he suddenly said indifferently: "I don't like to be a smart guy." ”

It seems that Calamity has figured out the possible causes.

"Do you know the date of your death through the 'Wheel of Fortune'? It's stupid, if fate is so easy to change, why should I bother so much. "A cold smile is colder than ice, enough to freeze a hot heart.