Roland came to the roof of the Witch Strip Building.

Except for the night view of the city, there is nothing special about it.

The unpaved concrete floors, and the barbed wire fence that encloses the perimeter, there is nothing to obscure the view except for the water tower.

There is nothing unusual about the roof itself.

However, the scenery that exists there is anomalous.

The night view from the rooftop, which is 10 stories taller than the surrounding buildings, is more disturbing than beautiful.

It's like climbing to the top of a thin ladder and looking down down on the Lower Realm.

"I somewhat understand the obsession of human beings with climbing, standing in such an environment, even ordinary people can have this kind of overlooking vision."

Roland sighed and looked at the woman next to him.

"However, if the scope is limited, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is just a cage."

Floating beside him was a sorcerous white garment with waist-length black hair.

The slender hands and feet that emerge from the outfit show the elegance of this woman.

Thin eyebrows and cold eyes can probably be classified as a category of beauty among beauties.

In terms of age, he is probably only in his twenties, and of course, there is no need to judge the age of the ghost.

The spirit woman nodded lightly and stepped on the side of the tall building, seemingly only one step away from falling.

In the dim city of Night City, where the light does not shine on the deep sea, the lights everywhere look like deep-sea fish blinking.

- I want to jump down.

When seeing this scene, human beings will subconsciously have such an impulse, because the survival instinct will limit human beings to have this vision, urging the body to hurry to a safer place, and if you can't control yourself for a while, you will pay the price of your life for enjoying this scenery.

However, for the withered Witch Stripe Fog Painting, this kind of thing didn't matter at all.

With no family, no property, and even the beauty that only exists has been consumed in illness, the existence of the witch strip fog painting itself is interpreting the misfortune of fate.

Even in the state of incarnating a spirit, Wu Tiao Mist still has a delicate and sad temperament on his body, as fragile as glass, but with a beauty that will make people want to be protective, and Chu Chu is pitiful.

Although it can be judged from the surname that the other party should be a branch or descendant of the Wujing family among the four demon clans, the family that has been wiped out obviously cannot bring any help to her situation.

At a very young age, because of his serious illness, he could only stay in the hospital, sit on the hospital bed, and realize his only communication with the outside world through the fixed scenery in the corner of the window.

The rest of her life has been declared and she is destined to spend time in the hospital room.

If it weren't for the fact that Araya Zonglian had been paying for the medical bills in order to take advantage of her, she wouldn't have been able to maintain this.

But even in such an empty and desperate situation, she was imagining the scenery of the outside world, the vast and wonderful scenery.

But in the end, she hated even the unknown scenery.

The only thing that could carry her fantasies was the higher sky.

Therefore, when Araya Zonglian came to ask, she agreed without hesitation.

Her origin is {nothingness}.

This power, combined with her own bloodline, unconsciously fulfilled her prayers.

From the escape of reality, the longing for the sky, let the feet leave the earth, unconscious flight.

One personality manipulates two bodies, her physical body is still lying on the bed, but the conscious body gradually renounces the existence of the body and lives according to that desire.

This particular body has ghost-like properties, has no entity, can take away the consciousness and soul of others like the Black Sabbath, has more than suggestion, is like brainwashing, and can also create dreams and illusions, and manipulate the souls of girls she calls.

In terms of nature, although the causes are different, in terms of results, the Wujo Fog Painting can be regarded as a stand-in messenger, and even without any ability, Roland can clearly see the other party's spirit.

Because of this, for Roland, this is the best enemy to deal with.

The fist that can be immune to physical attacks cannot resist the void that is transformed by the psychic force, and it cannot resist the AT position that embodies the wall of the heart, or even more simply, just calling out the killer queen, Roland can easily kill the spirit in front of him.

But he didn't do it, in addition to the reason why the other party was not hostile, there is also a very important point.

This ability has a strange value, especially for him.

For ordinary people, the potential of this ability may only lie in the spirit and spirit aspects, but for Roland, it is completely different.

What he cared about was the ability itself, which was combined by the origin of nothingness with the curse that came with that bloodline.

Duality.

This ability allows one person to manipulate two bodies at the same time, so what kind of changes will occur when this ability is copied to the stand-in messenger?

Is it to divide his own spirit again, or ...... Let him have a second stand-in?

He was curious.

Grabbing the ghost next to him and combining the divine powers of the rabbit and the chicken, Roland came to the hospital in the center of the city with a rather flamboyant attitude, smashed through the wall, and looked at the woman sitting on the bed, with an unconcealed sick aura and a void look in her eyes.

"Wu Tiao Fog Painting, why do you look forward to the sky? You hate the outside world, don't you? ”

Grabbing the spirit next to her, and somewhat roughly stuffing her into the body of the witch strip fog painting, Roland hugged the girl who seemed to be broken in the next moment, and came to the hole left by the wall that he had knocked open, and the raging night wind was constantly pouring into the ward, sweeping away the decay in it.

Wu Tiao's eyes were lowered, and he did not resist Roland's too intimate action, but obediently obeyed, staring at the brilliant night scene outside the window with strong eyes that seemed to hide starlight.

"Well, probably... Because the sky is boundless, right? ”

After a long time, Wu Tiao Mist spoke in a somewhat hoarse voice.

"I think if I go anywhere and fly anywhere, I'll always find a world that I don't hate."

That's right, what Wujo Fog Painting looks forward to is not the simple sky, but the possibilities contained in the boundless concept.

"I see...... In other words, what you are essentially seeking is the kingdom of heaven, the world that can make you happy. ”

Roland nodded knowingly.

"Happy?"

Wu Tiao Wutiao paused for a moment, as if to think about what Roland's heavenly kingdom was.

But she only chewed on the meaning of the word, neither acknowledging nor denying it, and continued to ask in a voice as plastic, as plastic as she had been.

“…… What about you? When you were at the Witch Tower, you seemed to like the view over the scenery as well, why? ”

The answer is very simple, and it has to do with the happiness you are chasing, I think "happiness" exists in two situations, one is that I feel happy when despair turns into hope

And the second case where happiness can be felt"

Roland raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth slightly curled.

"—when you stand on a high place and look down on the hopeless!"

Roland showed a wild smile and took a step outside, "And the person who can do the second situation only needs to have me, and the person who can overlook everything is only me Roland!" ”

"So, I'm going to take away your existence, you still honestly give me a down-to-earth chase for that ethereal happiness!"

It is not for nothing that Roland calls himself a wishing machine, a powerful wall of the heart, the power of the apostle as the source of the gods, a naturally noble body, a double full of possibilities, and twelve divine powers that cover almost all human desires.

Under the divine power of the horse charm, Wu Tiao Wuhua, who was forcibly united by Roland's spirit and flesh, subconsciously let out a muffled sound, feeling the power that penetrated her body like such a fierce apocalypse, like a needle, like a sword, and like thunder.

The whole of life, which she despised was forcibly cut off in front of the noble horse.

As if aware of what Roland was going to do, Witch Strip felt her body resuscitate and be born together, like proof of her own life, driven by the fear that belonged to her, relying on the only thing she could grasp.

She reached out and grabbed Roland's clothes.

Looking at the Wutiao fog painting, which was completely different from the previous one and full of life, the arc outlined on Roland's face became more obvious.

"So, the last question...... Do you believe in gravity? ”

After saying this, Roland didn't even have the intention of listening to the reply, holding the Wutiao Mist Painting, and jumped down towards the gap in the wall in front of him, towards the city as quiet as the deep sea!

Without any precautions, the two of them fell straight down, the fierce wind slapping on Roland's body like a tidal wave, and the weightless levitation made Wu Tiao Mist let out an exclamation, but soon, this exclamation was covered by Roland's laughter.

Wu Tiao Wutiao grabbed Roland's clothes tightly, but he was reluctant to close his eyes.

The sensation coming from the flesh is clearer than any other moment, and it is more free than when floating in the boundless sky.

Her face was like a fever, looking at the ground that was out of reach, and on the contrary, the sky that seemed to be within reach, took the initiative to grab Roland's hand.

But Roland just smiled at her, without any intention of flying with her as before.

"Bang ——!"

A huge wave of sound and dust rose along with the sheer fall, and the two of them smashed a large crater into the ground.

"Huh?"

Wu Tiao Wuhua, who was embraced by Roland, looked at everything around her in a little confusion, not understanding what was going on, obviously Roland didn't do any protection, but she did experience the feeling of being smashed on the ground.

"It didn't hurt, it didn't die, and I really felt the thrill of falling, right? By combining the two divine powers of immortality and healing, you can achieve the magical effect that people will not die even if they are killed. ”

Roland smiled and pulled up the body of Wu Tiao Mist and pulled her out, and when the two left, the rubble around the pit also automatically filled back one by one, and after a while, it returned to its original shape.

But Wu Tiao Fog didn't have the heart to pay attention to these anymore, she stared at Roland's face and whispered.

"After taking away my power, can you stand higher than the kingdom of heaven?"

"It should be said that I have to stand up, and from the beginning of the new world, I must go beyond heaven."

"Then, please, please let the kingdom of heaven be born."

Wu Tiao Mist lowered his head and responded passively, letting the overwhelming torrent of death and the pulsation of life rush through his body.

And on her forehead, the power that should be unique to her is slowly popping out in the form of a disc.

There was no need to communicate, no need to communicate, the moment he touched the disc, Roland immediately understood that this would be the basis of the first ritual, if you want to use an analogy, just like the importance of the bottle that symbolizes the knightly system in the creation of the knight system to the Basilisk.

Roland took out the preset disk, took the hand of the Witch Strip Mist, and led her to a new home.

(End of chapter)