Another World: My life is on the rise!

Buzz——

At the moment when she said that name, a hand stretched out from the storm suddenly grasped the golden spear. In the howling wind, a figure could be vaguely seen disappearing.

The storm was torn apart. Under the rolling black fog, a figure with blue flames burning all over his body, holding a golden spear, like a dead person from the evil spirit, stabbed at the self-bound angel from the high sky in an instant.

The faint light in the yellow sand reflected the pair of blue and cold eyes.

Boom——

At that moment.

The self-bound angel pulled out the sword blade on his waist, and the blazing sword light collided heavily with the golden spear.

The terrifying air wave that erupted almost instantly blew away the entire storm. The terrifying energy made the ground under the feet of the self-bound angel sink several meters in an instant. Even the witch god retreated repeatedly in the storm and found it difficult to stabilize his body.

"You are finally willing to see me."

There was a trace of relief in the eyes of the self-bound angel.

"Anna."

Swish——

Six pale huge angel wings instantly bloomed from behind the figure that fell from the sky. The burning blue flames carried a coldness and power that was completely different from the sacred fire of the angel.

At the same time, the twelve huge golden wings behind the self-bound angel also appeared at the moment of the fight.

At that moment.

It was like the meeting and duel of two angels.

In the deserted wilderness, an indescribable miracle-like scene bloomed.

The figure holding the spear was forced back and fell hundreds of meters away.

Under the rustling hood, the figure's eyes showed an extremely complicated expression. She held the spear and looked at the person with twelve golden wings across from her. The ruler of the sacred world, their sister, the mistress, had been defined as a dead person in the great fall three thousand years ago.

"Why are you still alive?"

The figure made a sound with a heavy and indissoluble sadness.

"Three thousand years, if you have been alive all this time, why didn't you contact us? You forgot the kingdom you created, and all our sisters, right?"

The self-bound angel looked at the figure opposite with the same complex expression.

She took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry."

She couldn't refute.

She couldn't explain.

Because so many things had changed in these three thousand years.

From the time she founded the City of Darkness, from the time she gradually recovered her sanity in the curse and pain, from the time she opened her eyes and saw herself in such a dilapidated and terrifying dark world, for a long time, she had difficulty walking out of the shadow of falling.

She thought that the disaster had come, and the darkness had swallowed up everything she had, her sisters, her kingdom.

And when she later learned that the sisters in her sacred world had survived those difficult years again.

It was a long, long time later.

She didn't dare to let herself get in touch with them again, nor did she dare to give them that elusive hope.

"We have been looking for you."

The figure held the spear tightly.

"Many sisters firmly believe that you are not dead. They left our country and kept trying to find you throughout the main universe. Even if you really fell into hell, we firmly believe that you will come back to lead us, and three thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Her hand holding the spear was trembling slightly.

The self-bound angel took a deep breath, and she closed her eyes hard, not daring to face her.

She knew.

After Blue Star, after she saw the sister who merged with Cthulhu, she knew that they had never given up.

"I'm sorry for you."

She whispered.

Most of the world died because of her, and the sacred world was destroyed because of her. She was unable to give a result to all those who loved her when the disaster came.

And sometimes, living is actually much more painful than dying.

Because when you die, you don't have to bear those guilt and pain anymore.

The figure looked at her from afar with a turbulent gaze. She held the spear tightly, and finally walked towards her step by step. There seemed to be tears in her eyes, and finally at that moment, the spear in her hand stabbed the throat of the self-bound angel.

Buzz——

The tip of the spear stopped when it was only a few centimeters away from her neck.

The self-bound angel did not dodge. There was a mournful look on her face. She closed her eyes, raised her chin, and said:

"Anna, I..."

But the pain of the spear did not come.

In a long silence.

She had been struggling in the phantom of the past.

But when she opened her eyes, she saw the sobbing shoulders of the figure. The spear had been thrown to the ground by her. She hugged her hard like the child back then, and her whole body was shaking constantly because of the intense emotions. You could even hear the sad sobbing under the hood.

Yes, that was her mistress.

As the angel of wisdom in the holy world, how could she do anything to her mistress?

Three thousand years.

An old dead soul will only leave those who are still alive with constant nostalgia and sorrow, but it is hard to compare to the reunion.

"They are all dead, many sisters are dead!"

"The world we finally rebuilt is gone. The army of disaster destroyed everything we had. We failed to hold on. Just like three thousand years ago, we have nothing!"

She told her of her great pain and regret.

The line of defense that had been built by all the exiles over the past three thousand years was torn apart by the disaster almost instantly.

It's like telling them all.

Your ignorance and weakness are as ridiculous as ants on the ground in the face of the real doomsday.

The self-binding angel hugged her tightly, and she saw that under the six huge wings behind her, there were several wings that had turned into ashes, as if something had torn her wings from her body. Down.

Her heart ached.

She knew that her youngest sister had experienced far more than her so-called mistress.

"You suffered."

She said complicatedly and pitifully.

The figure loosened its grip on her, with hot tears streaming from its eyes. When the self-binding angel took off her hood, she saw that familiar face.

She is a Cherubim, the youngest of the sisters she once was.

At that time, she was just a child with a pair of wings, but now she has grown into an outstanding fighter, but on her face, a scar almost spread from her forehead to her chin, almost destroying her entire face.

"Your face..."

The wise angel smiled and wiped away the tears on his face and said:

"It's ugly, isn't it? But compared to all the people who died, this is already the smallest pain."