Fast Travel: The sick villain is also sick today

73 Chapter 73. The Frog 26
In 980 of the Second Era of Light, a conflict broke out between the Lyon Province on the southwestern border of the Eric Empire and the Abyss, which was known as the Tide of Darkness in history.

Wings of Fear broke through the seal and led the five-color dragon clan and the former saint of light and the first night bearer Iris Amishitia to assist in the expansion of the abyss.

Hathaway, the saint of the Temple of Light, was killed. Veras Tyrell led Anna, the cardinal and the new saint, to flee to the north, accompanied by Jonathan Oran, the son of the rebel John Oran.

Countless dark creatures swarmed up from the place where the light couldn't shine, tearing apart the pollution of all creatures and creatures.

At the moment when history reappeared, the people belonging to Sareth finally understood that the chronicle is not a legend.

In the fifth year after Tide of Night, the rebel army rose from the north like a spark of fire.

Saint Anna rushed down with the Dawn Blade, an artifact that had been lost for thousands of years, slashing across the darkness, pushing the battle line all the way to the middle.

The north where the Pope was lost was taken advantage of by John Oran, who revolted from Fernandez, and then established the Fernandez Republic, and served as the first President of the Republic and the Supreme Military Commander of the Republican Army.

under the abyss.

Mitchell sat high on the throne, looking down and playing with a strand of hair in his hand.

In the abyss there is no day and night, no time.

For his long years of thousands of years, it seems that he has only blinked an eye in the abyss.

"Lord, Duke John has now established a republic, which is equal to the Eric Empire."

When Alice Amysidia came to the hall, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the items in Mitchell's hands.

After accepting the blessing of the Lord of the Night, she gained a talent comparable to that of the five-color dragon, and got used to the darkness, even being able to see in the dark.

What Mitchell holds in his hand is a lock of long hair.

Alice wondered if she had read it wrong, and couldn't help but look at Mitchell's hand again.

It was not just a strand of long hair, but a strand of silver-white hair.

She had only seen this hair color on the missing saint.

The Temple of Light announced that the Saintess was killed in battle, but Elise knew that after she fought Hathaway that day, Hathaway was rescued and exploded.

She didn't do enough damage to kill her.

But the saint announced her death on the second day. Even after five full years, Alice still suspected that Hathaway might not be dead, and that the Temple of Light was brewing a bigger conspiracy.

Just why is there her hair in the hands of their great master.

"understood."

Mitchell responded lightly.

Alice glanced across Mitchell's face from the corner of her eye, and her ears couldn't help turning slightly red.

Why does the Lord always maintain a human form, still such a beautiful image.

Elise is self-aware and understands that the creatures engraved in the annals of the entire continent do not possess human emotions.

It's just that when you see the other person's face, you can't help but blush.

After Alice finished her report, she silently exited the hall, leaving Mitchell to stay quietly.

"Master, I miss you." Mitchell pressed his face to the long hair in his hands, drawing the little breath left from it.

Hair can't speak, except for the hair in His hands in the whole world, the aura belonging to her is getting weaker and weaker.

"It's been five years." Mitchell put her hair in her arms, and when she got up, the darkness receded layer by layer, leaving a large blank space from where he was.

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Anna held the silver-white Dawn Blade, and the blade was surrounded by golden light of light. She looked solemn, and her eyes fell on all living beings with compassion.

Please hear my most sincere call

Falling Wings of Terror
Mirror Cave of Reincarnation
Light promises to grow with me

Green and green vines
Even if there is no good in the world

Still praying for your blessing
Zebei
In the dilapidated Temple of Light, the devout believers standing firm were reciting prayer poems. In a place where no one could see, there was light rising slowly, and the power of faith condensed on Anna who was in the center above the steps.

Gods do not need to be attached to beliefs, just like human beings do not need to be attached to ants.

The cohesion of beliefs only allows those who accept the beliefs to have stronger power in this space.

The long sword was drawn from the scabbard, and the believers stopped singing in unison, knelt down on the ground and prostrated themselves in the glory of God.

Suddenly, there was a sound of piercing through the air, and the ice blade passed through Anna's neck, and a drop of bright red blood slipped from the sharp point of the ice blade, and landed on the ground together with the water drops.

tick-

Even though there was only one drop of blood, the smell of blood shrouded the entire interior of the temple. The light slanted in from the broken dome and accurately fell on the person holding the long sword in the center of the temple.

Facing the sudden assassination, Anna didn't panic, instead she closed her eyes, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slowly rose into the air to bathe in the holy light.

If it was Mina who was here, she would definitely not recognize the person in front of her as Anna. She was too big compared to before, the ugly burn marks on her face had long since disappeared, and her bright blond hair grew to her ankles.

The original mediocre face seemed to have been kissed by a god, enough to make everyone who saw her fall in love with her.

The divinity and humanity lingering in her overlap. When the blue eyes opened, the huge statue of light behind her opened their eyes like a living thing.

"Elise Amishitia."

Anna spit out the name solemnly and without ups and downs.

"His Royal Highness Anna."

Elise was holding a staff, and her long black hair overlapped with the other half's pure white in the wind. She licked her dick and smiled at Anna.

"Hand over the Dawn Blade in your hand, and spare your life."

Elise waved her staff, the blizzard condensed in the summer temple, and Veras Tyrell appeared beside Anna in an instant, summoning a barrier to prevent other believers in the temple from being affected.

Anna tightly held the long sword in her hand, and the silver-white long sword reflected her delicate and indifferent face.

"Your Highness Iris, do you know what you are doing?" Anna didn't understand why Iris didn't return to the Temple of Light since she survived the abyss.

She chose to fall into the darkness and enjoy the desire and blood growing in the darkness.

"Of course." Elise chuckled, and her laughter echoed in the barrier, clearly reaching the ears of Anna and Vilas.

The snowstorm is approaching, and the believers outside the barrier are teleported to every corner of the world by Vilas in the blink of an eye.

After dealing with the believers, when Vilas was about to join the battle, an elegant and mature woman stretched out her claws to block his attack.

"Master Vilas, your opponent is me."

The shadow ball was mixed in the blizzard and rushed towards Vilas.

Vilas frowned. It was fine for the five-color dragon to believe in the Wings of Fear. Elise belonged to the human race. She lived in the temple since she was a child and became a saint of light who listened to the oracle. Why did she betray her god?

"The light is gone, and the night is coming."

　I’m almost finished writing this big upset, and I’m going to write another colder one. My browser’s follow-up has become 0%, but I don’t regret it QAQ
　　
　
(End of this chapter)