Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

The pain coming from her body is still so clear, reminding Tilan of a year and a half ago, in the dark passage at the lower level of Payin City, when she faced death for the first time, that feeling of life on the verge of disappearing, stimulating It stimulates the nerves, making people forget everything and any constraints of reality, just to survive.

With her eyes half-closed, she slowly pulled out the rapier with her still intact left hand. The feeling of the blade rubbing against her own flesh was not pleasant, and her body was so sensitive. Even though she was aware of and felt It is a strength in terms of intelligence, but it also amplifies pain.

Holding the dark red stabbing sword condensed by Sylviala, the girl used her talent to freeze the magic power in it and gradually transform it.

In sight, Sylviala also retracted a stabbing sword, and then a faint red mist rose from her body, and she seemed to have recovered some of her condition.

We have to continue, the girl thought to herself, holding the sword in front of her with her left hand, trying to adapt to this somewhat unfamiliar feeling.

It has to be said that although the side effects of the goblin incarnation are huge, even she has no good way to deal with this terrifying lethality. She must either use her own talents to resist, then heal and recover, consume each other with the opponent, and then use her full strength. All talents, under the dyeing and blessing of the singer's talent magic power, and then using the talent ability of the Voice of Time to suspend the surrounding time, can completely resist the eleven killings in that moment.

But in this case, everything she has done before will be in vain. Even Edes Academy cannot save her. It is estimated that the Federal Central Council will send people over immediately to protect her in layers and then send her to the central government. Star life.

She has a prosperous and wealthy life, but her freedom has also disappeared. From now on, no matter where she goes, she will be guarded by human walls, making it difficult for her to touch the lives of ordinary people.

The talent she currently displays is one that is valued by the federation, but does not exceed the limits of over-protection and restraint.

We can no longer move forward. The girl sighed in her heart. She turned the sword in her hand sideways and fought with the incoming Seviara. They kept clashing and colliding with each other, erupting some sparks and magic fragments.

Please forgive me for being willful. Forgive me for not wanting to step into the torrent of fame and fortune. Maybe one day, I will also be submerged in it and become a part of it, but at least, not now.

The slender rose-thorned sword flipped over and turned into a deep blue color during the battle with Seviera. Holding it in Tilan's hand, it exuded bursts of white smoke and cold air.

The two crossed each other again and then separated. Sylviala's hair was soaked with sweat, her vision gradually blurred, and she was almost unsteady.

She has reached her limit.

Slowly, she held her sword and knelt down on the ground. The soreness and trembling from her legs could no longer support her standing.

The venue became quiet at this moment, and Tilan also looked at the exhausted girl, remembering that Saviara was only a little over 18 years old now. If she were an ordinary girl, she would probably be at the age of having a happy campus life.

However, judging from the various abilities shown by Saviara, she must have spent a lot of time and energy on learning and training without stopping.

Yes, the stubborn fighting spirit coming from not far away was so hot that there was almost no possibility of stopping.

Tilan raised the stabbing sword again, a faint cold light condensed, and walked slowly towards Saviara, preparing to end this painful duel.

Seemingly aware of the footsteps, Sylviala raised her head again, and through her blurred and moist vision, she saw the Dailan figure walking towards her. She was about to stand up, but coughed up a mouthful of blood, and her body collapsed as if falling apart. He almost couldn't hold himself up and fell into the dirt.

The sword blade in his hand was raised, and Tilan aimed at Sylviala's shoulder and stabbed it, preparing to freeze the opponent and end the competition. But the moment the sword touched Sylviala's body, light golden sand erupted from the blade. Viara rose.

These pale golden light sands hit the scattered sword blades, and then condensed into tiny golden butterflies in mid-air. As if in an instant, countless golden butterflies flew out of Sylviala, blowing away the girl on the side and flying her away. Then these golden butterflies swept across the whole place, slowly rising up with Seviala in the center, like a golden cocoon.

This is……

Surprise arose in the hearts of the audience present. There were one surprising and shocking thing after another tonight, which almost made people numb, but this time it seemed to be particularly different, making people puzzled and curious.

"This is the special blessing 'Butterfly Dream' of the 'Land of Gold' faction. It is said that the caster will leave a mark of blessing on the recipient. Once the recipient suffers a near-death injury, it will be automatically triggered." One person present The knowledgeable scholar pushed up his glasses and compared the scanned phenomenon with the records in the database.

"What happens after it's triggered?" the audience asked impatiently.

"After it is triggered, it will naturally recover from the injury, and even gain strength that temporarily transcends the normal state." The scholar continued to explain.

"This, this is too perverted, isn't it considered cheating?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

"From the perspective of a fair and just game, it is indeed unethical and unfair, but the rules do not completely restrict death. For example, in Lelisa Academy, Seraphiel used angel possession to temporarily increase her strength, and Swarm Bee Zhi Ling Academy summons bee swarms to fight, Jing Ge Academy uses various homemade props, etc. These are different styles of each academy. If it is forcibly banned, it will not be conducive to the original intention of promoting mutual competition. "

"It is certain to be criticized. After all, this kind of blessing is not the secret skill of St. Ingo Academy itself, and it has surpassed the current stage. The caster must be at least Sequence 7. Even if it is placed in the competition of a university, it will be considered limited."

"Saint Ingo is just shameless. What's there to say? Originally, I sympathized with Sylviala." Someone shook his head.

"But Tilan is in danger now. Not only has Sylviala recovered, but she is even stronger than before. How can we fight now?"

In the venue, Tilan looked at the rising Sylviala. The aura exuded in the golden cocoon gradually stabilized and became stronger and stronger, making people unable to think of confrontation.

This is... really tricky.

For the first time since the Winter Festival Competition, Tilan felt troubled and nervous.

She moved her eyes to find the severed wrist in the distance, recovered it, and put it back to the broken part of her right arm. After a few seconds, it gradually healed. This look was like a doll repairing itself, which surprised many viewers. Jaw dropped.

It turns out that treatment is such a simple thing?

Then the blue butterfly wings grew again from Tilan's back and rushed into the night sky. At this moment, she did not dare to approach Saviara who was protected by the golden butterfly. Instead, she chose to avoid it and came to the higher night sky.

Putting her hands together, she sang softly with a gentle and clear voice. The bright moonlight appeared in the night sky behind the girl, and then the moonlight and silver sand swayed and filled the night wind.

Although some preparations have been made, it is not enough. Even if the move used against Seraphiel is used, it will be difficult to deal with Sylviala who has transformed into a fairy. The opponent can dodge in an instant and attack again.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Tilan stopped singing, blinked her eyes, and looked at the butterfly-wrapped Sylviala below, watching the girl turn into a fairy step by step in her sleep, and her body became transparent again.

Is this what it feels like? She tapped her fingertips lightly, and the tip of her little finger gradually transformed into a transparent form.

No, the girl shook her head slowly, letting her little finger return to its normal color and condition.

It was too twisted, and she felt something was wrong, an intuitive dissonance, as if someone told her it shouldn't be like this.

Who told her, and where had she seen the real mythical fairy?

Suddenly, a picture flashed through her mind. It was a sky and earth burning with flames. Countless wisteria crescent moon flags were flying on the horizon. The army of the dead was advancing on the earth, burning forests everywhere, and on the other side of the battlefield, Many elves stood under the holy tree, praying and singing, and white walls of air rose up, rushing toward the burning flames like waves and extinguishing them.

In the sky, the woman wearing a large black hat and black dress descended. There were countless rotating rusty iron blade rings beside her, which were covered with blood stains. Following the command of the woman in black, these thorny iron blade rings Through the forest, countless trees collapsed in an instant, and each of the elves died tragically under the cutting of the ratchet.

And just when one side of the undead army was about to cheer, three golden figures came out of the collapsed forest. Their bodies were similar to sixteen-year-old human girls, and their flight trajectories were as fleeting as tiny meteors. The moment the woman in black saw her, she was passed by these three figures. In an instant, she flapped her wings fifty-nine times and cut her body and soul into pieces, and then burned her in the pale gold flames. For ashes.

This is the battle of the Second Era in Princess Mononoke's memory. The woman in black who died was Clara, the "Witch of the Blood Ratchet" who left a terrible name in the Mercury Dynasty.

Is this the horror of mythical fairies? Even the witch cannot escape this instant killing.

However, there are only one group of mythical fairies. Among the fruits produced by the World Tree again, the second generation of fairies is far inferior to the first generation.

The thoughts in her mind were spinning rapidly. To outsiders, the girl seemed to be in a daze for a few seconds, and then suddenly woke up.

I can only give it a try. I carefully recalled the scenes about mythical fairies that I remembered during the search, and finally settled on the prayer ceremony under the World Tree. The girl wearing a flower crown sang with her eyes closed, and in front of her, seven Two golden mythical fairies held hands, and a colorful and pure glass round mirror slowly opened.

Opening her eyes suddenly, Tilan looked down at Sylviala, who was gradually waking up. There were faint marks of snowflakes swirling in her blue eyes, and gusts of cold wind blew in the sky at some unknown time.

With endless sadness and sighs, distant songs played in the night sky.

"The Fairy's Utopia·Second Movement·The Wandering Night of Snow Crying"

The wind got stronger and stronger, and the bright moon in the sky disappeared without knowing when, and the falling snowflakes fell in the cold wind.

"Night of Silent Crying"

"Forty winters gather on your forehead"

"Your face turns into ravines in the fields"

"Enviable gown and pearls"

"Final success or failure is ragged"

"But yesterday's broken flowers"

Slowly, magnificent ice flowers began to form behind the girl like an endless spiral.

Constantly rotating and expanding, the six-petal and six-thorn, endless snow-white ice flowers form a dome in the sky. The mottled light and shadow are like the colorful spliced ​​glass in a church, gradually blocking the sky.

The starry sky in the field of vision was gradually filled by the ever-expanding ice flowers. The super giant ice flower dome with a diameter of nearly a kilometer slowly covered the sky, turning the entire venue into pure white.

It was obviously midsummer, but it felt like winter inside the venue, allowing the audience to experience the real winter festival season.

Sensing that something was wrong, Seviala broke free from the golden chrysalis in advance. The pale gold and transparent wings behind her flapped, like lightning passing through the space instantly. The sword blade in her hand that had not yet completely condensed slashed, but when it touched Tilan, It turned into broken snow particles and scattered.

When the attack failed, Sylviala stepped back to avoid the ice blade that passed by, and then two rose-thorned swords regenerated between her hands like flower petals blooming.

This time it was not so easy. Golden light flashed in Sylviala's eyes, her pupils narrowed slightly, she locked on Tilan's position, and flew out again.

The instantaneous slash came again, but this time it encountered an accident. The opponent also swung out in the same instant, and deflected ten swords. Only one sword penetrated the defense and left a wound on Tilan's shoulder.

How can this be? Sylviala's movement did not slow down, she turned around again, and then swooped down. The blood-red swords raised burning red flames, like comets rushing down, leaving long deep red traces in the snow-white night sky.

In the ten microseconds of a sigh, the two met again in the night sky, almost like red and blue threads intertwining. After the two separated, continuous flashes and sparks exploded from the intertwined trajectories.

Light golden butterfly wings, light blue ice wing butterfly wings, two different colors separated the two sides of the sky. Then the two people flashed and disappeared into the night sky. When they showed their bodies again, each of them had several more... A wound.

However, this is not over yet. Tilan continues to recite these ancient poems and spells in Elvish language, as if sighing and missing.

…

"When you reach old age, this will be your new life."

"When the blood feels cold, it feels warm"

"The edelweiss butterfly's moth wings cover its eyes"

"Wandering back to my dream, I can see the land of immortal fairies"

Finally, a huge and magnificent petal mirror slowly emerged in the sky, and the seven-color petals were spliced ​​into a fantasy scroll. It was the land of fairies isolated from the world, and it was also a legend passed down from ancient times among the three elves.

Seven movements, seven promises, seven-color golden flowers will bloom in the eyes, which is the door to the land of fairies.

The snowflakes drifted away, and the two of them fought again and again in the cold wind, and the speed became faster and faster. They were still above the night sky for almost an instant, and then fell to the ground in an instant. The golden and ice blue trajectories were messy and intertwined. The dangerous killings make the viewers tremble with fear.

"This kind of reaction speed..." A watching high-level transcendent shook his head. If two girls like this were allowed to be on the battlefield, they would kill almost all participating students in three minutes, including Seraphi. A student like this.

This is the gap between geniuses and mortals. No wonder St. Ingo and Edes Academy were so confident before the competition.

However, even the blessings given by the Sequence 7 master were gradually exhausted in such an intense battle.

Slowly, Sylviala could no longer catch up with Tilan, and more wounds began to appear on her body. The rose-thorn sword in her hand was also full of gaps, making it difficult to survive.

Finally, inadvertently, a cold blade penetrated her chest and pierced her body. The coldness spread inside her body, causing her to lose control of her magic power, gradually becoming sluggish and paralyzed.

Looking at the icy blue figure still flying in the night sky, Seviala wanted to catch the illusion in her sight, but she could no longer lift her hands. She could only follow the blurred sight and slowly close her eyes.

After all, she still couldn't catch up with that figure, she sighed silently in her heart.

Senior Sister Themisia, your sister is more determined and stronger than you were back then.

She vaguely recalled that night many years ago when she broke away from her parents' hands, walked through the dangerous traffic lane, and came to the other side of the street, looking at the figure leaning against the vending machine drinking iced fruit wine.

"Are you Themisia?" She panted, holding her hands on her knees, and asked the purple-eyed girl in front of her who was much taller than her in the cold winter.

"it's me."

The tall girl with black hair turned on the personal terminal in her hand, looked at the screen, and answered casually.

"I, I...I admire you very much." At that time, she mustered up the courage to speak out her thoughts.

"Oh? Thank you, but the emotion of worship is really alienating."

The girl with black hair and purple eyes in front of her finally shifted her gaze and looked at the child with rosy cheeks in front of her. On the other side of the street, her parents were waving nervously, as if to tell her to stay put and come over.

"Did you come here alone?" Themisia bent down with interest and carefully looked at the child in front of her.

"Yeah." She patted her chest at that time, and the faint pride and pride are still so clear in her memories now.

"very impressive."

Themisia blinked and moved her fingers gently in the night. A small purple star appeared, attracting her attention.

"Here." At some point, Themisia took out a colorful lollipop with her other hand, as if by magic.

"This is..." At that time, she wanted to accept it, but she didn't understand why she gave herself candy.

As if hearing her thoughts, Themisia opened her mouth to explain.

"This is a reward for your bravery~" Themisia smiled as she said that. Such a smile made her unable to forget it for a long time.

"It's always a good thing to be brave. When you encounter something you want and like, you should hold on to it and don't leave it to regret in the future."

The black-haired and purple-eyed girl in front of her seemed to be saying something casually, but this sentence was engraved in her heart unknowingly, as if it became the source of motivation for all her actions. For this, she made countless efforts, step by step, He boldly recommended himself to the admissions teacher of St. Ingo Academy, escaped from a junior high school in a remote area, and entered the number one academy in the Star Territory.

Her talent is not bad, but there is no shortage of geniuses in St. Ingo Academy. When she entered the school, there were ten students with the same talent evaluation as her, and in every class before and after, there were wizards from all over the star field. Geniuses all yearn for and gather in this number one academy to compete and learn from each other.

The subsequent memories gradually blurred. She only vaguely remembered talking to the legendary Themisia a lot, most of which were about herself. Looking back now, she felt like she was anxious to be in front of adults at that time. The little duck that acted, it would have been nice if I could have been more humble and listened more to that figure.

Not long after, her parents came across the driveway and apologized to the girl with black hair and purple eyes for fear that she would disturb the girl in front of them. At that time, the parents did not recognize that the girl in front of them was Themisia. After all, that kind of TV How come the characters in the movie appear alone in the streets at night.

"Well, goodbye~ I also have to buy a gift for my sister. It's her birthday today." As she said this, Themisia thought of something and looked at her again.

"If only she could be as brave as you, that child is like a scared kitten."

"Okay, let's not talk anymore. If she hears it, she will probably think that I dislike her again. Although she is young, she is extremely sensitive and timid. She always hides behind adults." Themisia stood up in front of her. He waved to her and slowly disappeared at the end of the street.

Time flies, seven years have passed, and now she is standing on the stage of the winter festival, following and looking up at the figure with black hair and purple eyes.

Indeed, worship is a rather distant emotion. Only when she followed Themisia's footsteps step by step did she realize how difficult it was, and she felt even more powerful and terrifying about that figure back then.

But one thing is that Senior Sister Themisia was wrong. Your sister is not as weak as you thought. Maybe she was once, but now she has caught up with you.

Thick snow piled up at the venue. Sylviala slowly fell to the ground and pressed into the snow, like the only small dot in the snow-white world. In the sky, the girl with black hair and blue eyes still spread her wings and soared. Just like the figure with the same black hair and purple eyes many years ago.

"Edes Academy, Hesia Tilan, wins the championship!"

Sparkling fireworks spurted out, and the light spots swayed up into the night sky, blooming at this moment, and countless colorful light rains fell.

Just tonight, the once undefeated myth was shattered, and another myth was rising.

Thanks to Shuanglan Mengning and Mrs. Shenqi for wanting to post with Alice, Thanks(ω)

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