This is the time, it must be this time.

This descendant who witnessed himself just crossed his hand and fell into the water like this—looking at the color that showed a mixture of ochre and purple and black, but a little bit of warm and transparent skin with layers of folds, forming a small human form, and the thick blood stain spread out from his body, in the clear water from the water elemental plane, and the small body began to writhe slightly.

What does it feel like?

Edward couldn't tell.

His thoughts stopped at that moment, the basin, Elena, the room that belonged to the Girzeyankees, the whole world, all the qiē seemed to have come to a standstill, only the small, less than a foot long, the slightly wriggling, curled up hands and feet, the only thing in the whole space that was moving slowly.

There seemed to be an electric current slowly spinning around in the head, drilling through the temporal lobe, the frontal lobe, the pituitary gland, and every part of the brain, provoking a lot of strange reactions—those called shock, those called sadness, those called joy, and countless other things that I don't know what were mixed together, and then frozen in the scene before me.

Some people say that the birth of life will bring people supreme joy, but others say that it represents the suffering of the mother, which is extremely heavy......

At this moment, Edward felt nothing. He just looked at the tiny body, with the long umbilical cord. I just rushed into the water all at once, and then, I don't know how long it took. It may be a few seconds, days, years, before the still gaze turns to see the face of a little child with his eyes closed and somewhat shriveled.

Small, small. It is completely different from the so-called memory of the baby, like an embryo that has not yet fully grown, but when the eyes fall on him. Edward, on the other hand, had an understanding that he was looking at himself.

The small, slightly trembling body already had a consciousness of its own. He's doing it in a unique way. Observe the surroundings, observe the people in front of you.

In a more advanced way that has passed the five senses.

Edward's familiar way...... The way of the mind.

The faint, slender tentacles of the mind, like the fibers of a feather, but more certain, the moment he touched the wall of someone's heart, he felt something more indescribable—strange and familiar. At the moment of touching it is something that is already closely connected.

Or maybe it's bloodline.

But. Is that the way a human who has just left the mother's body, and who is not even fully mature, can use it? But if not, what is he?

The gods, the devils, or the ancient evils, all seem to have some special chances, but they all seem to be suspicious...... Very suspicious.

In the eyes of the telemancer, silver light flashed,

"All right, little thing...... You're in luck. ”

Eventually, he just muttered to himself, and as the subtle mental fluctuations began to shrink, he tapped his body with the magic wand in his hand...... The vigorous positive energy was sent into the child's body, slightly diluting the purple and brown color, and also allowing the small chest to slowly rise and fall, inhaling his first breath as a human being.

But that's not all.

He's thirsting.

When Edward unleashed the second healing spell on Elena, he helped her recover from her damage and lulled her to sleep...... But the subtle thoughts that were connected to his spirit transmitted to him at this time a strong will—a silent cry that took up almost all of the tiny thoughts.

'One more time. ’

Edward froze for a moment, then pumped the wand again, again—

In a few breaths, the high-level wand that stored the healing technique had almost exhausted its energy, and in the white glow of positive energy, the little guy had faded his purple-brown color a lot, the ruddy blood gradually revealed from under his skin, and his body was slowly stretching, even widening a little.

Then, the moment Edward withdrew his staff, he let out a cry that shook the roof tiles - as if to swear his existence to the whole world.

But that's all there is to it.

Edward looked at her......

Yes, she, this little baby, little one, it was only at this time that some confused psychic father was finally able to judge more characteristics, and it was a girl, he Edward and Elena's ...... Daughter.

His mind turned, and with a gentle force, he carefully picked her up from the water. Cut the umbilical cord and tie it into a delicate knot, bring a soft cloth to wipe the water stains for her, and wrap it in swaddling clothes...... At the same time, they also wiped off the exhausted mother, cleaned away the stained blood, placenta and umbilical cord residue, and finally let the mother and daughter lean together, snuggled up in the soft blankets and cushions.

A series of movements, all so fluid. Even to his own surprise.

Then, Edward was finally able to get a closer look at the wrinkled face...... The bare, soft and narrow forehead, and the tightly closed eyes seemed to be a little transparent to see the small face of the blood flowing, so the feelings in my heart seemed to be a little ...... Have mixed feelings about?

No, it's nothing, it's a blank slate.

Even her existence is difficult to have a so-called real feeling. Her arrival was so sudden—whether it was conceived or born, it seemed to be the same. And her existence seems to be shrouded in a strange haze, at least it is impossible for humans in this world to gain the ability to absorb pure positive energy to replenish their bodies when they are born.

"What is it? my daughter? or something else?"

With a long exhale, he looked at the faces of the mother and daughter snuggled together, and whispered to himself:

"Well, my child, when you were born, the whole world. They're all whispering your name...... I will proudly watch you grow up day by day, becoming the embodiment of justice like your mother, and I believe that you will use your great power carefully......"

Ridiculous and boring jokes. But Edward knew he needed this—his fingers were shaking, and so was the spiritual world, which for a moment didn't seem so intense, and there weren't any little events that threatened him, but it was so complicated.

"All right, little one. I would have liked to lift you up and say that, I wanted to say that a long time ago. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to work now...... Arthas is a very domineering name, but I don't really want to have such a cheating kid myself, so tell me if I should do anything wrong with you. I'll give you ......."

What to give?

Erasure? Just because she has a power she doesn't understand? She's your child, a mix of psychic warlock and paladin blood, plus a Blazing Divine Attendant surrogacy, and even the influence of an ancient evil...... With such a complex mix of ingredients, it would not be strange to give birth to a powerful being such as a new ancient evil thing. What's more, the power she has now is nothing more than that, absorbing a little positive energy. Have a little bit of a psychic ability, as long as it's channeled correctly. Not a problem.

No, too optimistic.

Of course, it is possible that she is just a powerful mortal, but it is more likely that she is a celestial creature, a doppelganger of a god, and even the most terrifying of all, a part of Pandorian Ryan...... Even if it seems to be nothing more than an ordinary soul now, no one knows, and no one can guarantee it. So, you ...... Do you want to keep this danger of not knowing when it might explode, even if that means the ultimate betrayal?

Two voices in his heart made Edward groan.

Until Elena's voice woke him up.

"It's pathetic...... It's mine...... My little darling. ”

Elena spoke softly, and although the coercion of the lower realm drained almost all of her strength, she still tried to tilt her head, carefully staring at the baby's small face, but as if she was afraid that her gaze would damage that immature face: "Mother is here...... Ah, he's moving, he's moving...... Edward, help me, I don't have the strength. ”

Her nervous look made Edward smile.

Or, this quality of motherhood is present in any woman, even if she is just a child who has just grown up.

"It's her, like you, she's a pretty girl. He said softly, reaching out and gently brushing away the silk hanging from Elena's forehead, and then leaned over there and dropped a kiss: "It's really hard for you." Don't worry, she looks much healthier than you are...... It's better for you to have a good rest now. I'll take care of the rest. ”

It's a pity that this gentle words of consolation were exchanged for a big white eye. The distrust in Elena's eyes reminded Edward of the first time he met her, as she struggled to sit up and held the child in her arms: "What can you handle......? If you want to feed, can you give her food?"

This complaint made her laugh softly herself: "Help me up, I seem to be much better now." ”

Of course, this feeling was obviously only psychological, and the first lactation plan naturally failed - in fact, Elena had no milk at all, and even if the magic was not over after that, it would be at least six days before she could perform her duties as a mother.

And to make matters worse, she tried to get the child to hold on to the action and woke up the little one who had just fallen asleep, so the little girl immediately burst into tears without hesitation! Her strength didn't recover at all, she couldn't even hold her, and she was completely helpless except to pat it twice and shake it. And that's obviously not going to make a child quiet like that.

Edward sighed.

He reached for the recovery wand and held it out towards the child, and the baby immediately stopped crying and even held out his little hand to him...... And with the last of the positive energy flowing from the wand, she finally settled down once again, and fell asleep with a look of contentment.

"W-what's going on?"

"I don't really know, but it seems to be her natural ability," Edward sighed, "but you don't have to worry, pure positive energy won't hurt her at least." And at least this kind of thing is not rare in the abyss. So that's it for now. ”

It's only temporary.

Positive energy can provide her with some of the necessary needs, but it is certainly not all. Even though she is special, she is not much different from a normal human baby - at least in terms of body structure, other nutrients, such as vitamins and minerals, she can only absorb from milk like a normal baby.

Theoretically, it's not hard to find alternatives, and the milk composition of all mammals is similar. But the problem is that the situation is not normal - in the abyss, where will there be anything

The way demons reproduce is never to procreate...... The never-ending winds of the River Styx blow countless souls down the river. Then condense into ugly soul larvae on both sides of the river, devour and fuse with each other to produce the lowest-level cowardly demons to join the battlefield of the bloody battle, absorbing the energy of the victims in that battle, and one out of thousands of cowardly demons will naturally be promoted to the Kwasai demon...... Only those elite archdemons of the highest rank can get rid of this method. Adopt a human-like method of gestation. But that kind of high-level demon is pitifully rare, let alone still out of the lactation period.

Finding a demon with milk is pure, and it's unlikely that you'll even want to get some substitutes like cereal cereal, and there will be no grass in the abyss, let alone rice and wheat. But it's nothing, the so-called milk, whether it's cow's milk, goat's milk or human milk, is actually just nutrients such as protein, and if it doesn't work, a thicker broth can also be improvised.

But you have to get out of this place quickly!

Merely. Reality is always much skinny than ideal...... So what happened next can almost be called troublesome.

First. He now finally understood what it was like to have a so-called lack of doppelganger skills - without the support of divine power, the psionic clone could only last for a minute or two at most, which was obviously not enough time for him to talk to the lord face to face and let him carry out a separate teleportation. As for appearing in person, it may be a little simpler, but it is only a little, he is not the Edward who kills the gods of the Quartet at this moment, and the royal power is in the hands of the world...... At this stage, he would never do such a thing as letting Elena, who was completely defenseless, and his little daughter out of his sight.

In fact, these are small things.

The lethality of the little baby was a real disaster for the novice parents - less than half an hourglass later, she woke up again, crying and screaming, stirring the two of them up, and this time even the positive energy lost its effect, and it was not until three hourglass scales later that Edward finally figured out the meaning of her vague mental fluctuations, so after a few sips of water, the little ancestor fell into a deep sleep again.

Of course, these are just sweet troubles — compared to the Giss Yankees who have actually taken on those difficult tasks.

Two hourglass hours later, when the Giss Yankee female returned to the carriage again, the signal that Edward picked up from her superficial mind was basically 'soul', 'hedron', 'loss', 'a year's profit'...... Words like that.

Negotiate with the Demon Lord to find magic to protect against the evil circle, and collect various healing and healing wands...... This qiē is obviously costly.

But the female was clearly smart enough that she didn't show any displeasure in front of Edward, at least not a word about the new changes in the room.

She discreetly presented a magical trinket.

"It's Barnturas, Your Excellency, and when I approached him to reopen the Stream of Time, he offered to speak to someone higher than me. She said, "I'm sorry, but I have the strength to do it this way." ”

Talk about it?

Edward groaned slightly.

It's a bit strange - while his knowledge of demons comes mostly from books, the creatures usually don't have much to negotiate with, and their communication is based on power parity. Of course, the storage of six fingers on one hand is an exception.

Or is it because of some kind of organizational force behind the Gisyankees? But if so, what kind of help can the Gisyankees do by leaving this to themselves?

Flame-like light erupted from the tiny ornament, outlining a huge figure.

Or rather, a huge mountain of meat?

At first glance, the creature's image is closer to that of a slime monster, but after two flickerings, the person facing him may be able to discern a demonic trait from the folds and hollows stacked on top of it, such as the crooked horns protruding from a large piece of fat. Then you can see the outline of his bare head, which covers his neck.

"So, you're our new friend? I'm Barnturas. He said.

Courteous rhetoric came out of an active hollow, surprisingly urbane.

Then, the image slowly shrinks a little, allowing people to see the more complete form...... A bigger Roshan.

Compared to the bald head, which was almost a lump of flesh, at least you could tell the difference between him and the huge chair behind him. (To be continued!)

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