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Ulysses heard the sound of a heartbeat, a different heartbeat coming from a very close and far away place.

"Bang, bang!" was the nearest heartbeat to him, very, very close, as if it was within reach. The loud beating sound with a hint of girlish fragrance surrounded him, making him feel reassured.

"Bang...... ......"It was the unpredictable heartbeat that seemed to be very close and far away from him. In the midst of this heartbeat, there were other sounds, the sound of weapons, knives, guns, swords, and halberds intertwined.

Just listening, you can feel the smell of blood, as if you have been in a cruel battlefield, there is no one around, only the sword in your hand.

"Huh......" This is the most distant and imperceptible sound. It was the sound of the atmosphere flowing, it was the sound of the wind blowing above the firmament, it was the sound of the world turning slowly. However, it was also the sound of a heartbeat, though it didn't feel like it at all.

If he had been awake, Ulysses might not have heard the sound at all. But after a fierce battle that exhausted him so much that he lost the strength to open his eyes, his senses became more acute so that he could hear the last sound.

He couldn't open his eyes, he couldn't even move his fingers, and he only had the last vague trace of consciousness left, and all he could do was listen. Listen to the voices around him, listen to the voices of the world.

Then, without even realizing it himself, the power of "simple communication" that he had inexplicably acquired after that incredible night was activated.

I didn't deliberately look for any target, probably just unconsciously wanted to talk to someone, or just wanted to find someone to talk to. Ulysses sent out a communicative thought to all the beings around him who could be felt.

The faint thought first touched the owner of the powerful heartbeat, but she was in a coma, unable to respond at all.

Then came the pulsation with the weapon, which, unfortunately, seemed to have consumed too much power, and the fluctuation also went into a semi-slumber and could not give Ulysses a response, even though that was exactly what she wanted to communicate, and what she had brought Ulysses and Ann here for.

Then came the various lives that grew in this valley, and this time there was a response, but Ulysses could not understand the extremely simple response.

Then, with the breeze, along with the dandelion seeds flying in the sky, this wisp of thought finally touched the owner of the last heartbeat - because the power of the Wind Sword (unfinished type) accidentally intersected with this world.

She is the master of the wind, the great angel who exists eternally in the past, the present, and the future, and is forever praised, and the messenger of the blue sky world, which is the highest world in this world.

She's not here either, and the projected Wind Sword (unfinished) isn't enough to really make her here, not even a shadow. The disintegrated Wind Sword (unfinished) had at best created an intersection between her and the world here, a point that would soon disappear and that even she wouldn't pay special attention to.

Her name cannot be expressed in the language of this world, and she cannot really go to that world when she reaches the highest rank after the highest god. Therefore, she could not communicate with the life of that world, until this moment, Ulysses's thoughts passed through the point that would soon disappear and connected with her.

Under the huge angel tree, she opened her eyes, and her four wings stretched out, covering almost the entire sky, and there was a hint of confusion, a hint of curiosity on her soft face.

"Has the Light Sacred Scripture been activated again?" In her mind, only the master of the Blue Sky World, the only item made by the Supreme God, could pass through the barriers of the sky and the earth and convey messages to her ears.

Once upon a time, she had been summoned to do the same, and then she had projected herself to the other world, bringing the little dandelion seed to all parts of the world.

And at this moment, the thoughts from that distant world also carry the fragrance of flowers that she likes and is familiar with.

Then, according to the contract, the advent began. Although the thoughts from the earthly world were a little faint, she didn't suspect any other possible surnames. The only power that can pass through those countless obstacles and convey thoughts here is the power of God.

With that unimaginably faint thought, and the dandelion seed that accompanied the breeze—the sign she had planted on the earth in the past, the door to the earthly world and the depths of the blue sky was opened.

Four huge white wings spread out comfortably, and the ubiquitous wind flowed around her, responding to her call, her voice.

She is the master of the origin of the wind in this world, the great angel of the wind.

Not so earth-shattering, the clouds in the sky silently gave way, and a cyan vortex appeared over the village on the edge of the continent.

A spiral staircase of cyan and soft wind continued to descend from the sky to the end of the canyon, in front of the great tree, where Ulysses was.

The angel, whose whole body was surrounded by the power of the cyan wind, slowly walked down the stairs, and the transparent feathers of light fluttered beside the cyan spiral staircase, attracting countless white doves and butterflies.

These lovely and beautiful little beings are cheering, like the ubiquitous wind, welcoming the messenger from the sky, the messenger of the gods who has come to this world again after a long absence.

It all happened so suddenly, yet so naturally. The four-winged Angel of the Wind possesses an absolute realm of complete control over the power of the wind.

Under her control, she didn't even alarm anyone in the world when she arrived, and the ubiquitous wind completely hid her breath, and even Yuffie and Lana in the nearby village of Mira did not notice her arrival.

Only the person who attracted this beautiful angel to him, Ulysses, whose consciousness was still a little confused, subconsciously discovered her arrival.

Because that's the light, that's the wind, that's the gentle and beautiful angel. As long as you see her with your eyes, your mind will be calm, as long as you hear the sound of her footsteps with your ears, your body will be calm, and as long as you touch her light, your soul will rest in peace, which is the power of angels, the messenger of God and the darling of God, which is believed in by the Supreme Divine Cult.

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