i used to be a devil

The alchemist, who was wearing a mask that covered half of his face, took off the mask that had no effect of concealing his identity.

Under the moonlight, the face that Yi Rang once defined as a beauty was revealed.

At this time, there was no resemblance to the past. There was no glib expression when we met for the first time, no chatty and lively feeling when we got along later, and no aristocratic accent in front of Ferrero fellow practitioner Gu Mi.

I don't know if it should be defined as he completely discarded the disguise to reveal his real face, or if he put on another fake face.

"There was a little bit of an accident." Rosemir twisted the mask he took off in his hand, rolled his thumbs into a pile, and slowly released the force on it.

The sheepskin mask was folded and then stretched out. Rosemil's attention was a little bit off as he said this, "When I saw those things from the underworld popping up, I thought you would give up coming here Decide."

Rosemil's tone of voice at this time was not the same as in the past, Yi Rang looked at his indifferent beautiful face, and his thinking was obviously not on the same line as the other party, "In comparison, although I don't know which one is you The way you were, but from my point of view, you were more interesting the way you were before."

"..."

There seemed to be a bewitching magic power in the other party's words, and he just said such a sentence lightly, so that Rosemere immediately followed his words to think and compare.

The belief in his mind was taken away for a moment, Rosemir came back to his senses, and laughed at himself unconsciously, "Yeah, I also feel that the way I looked in front of you before made me yearn even more."

"It seems that my appearance disrupted all your original plans." Yi Rang stated a fact indifferently, his eyes glanced at the alchemy puppets in the room, and the traces of the transformation formation left on these things made Yi Rang Let it be quite familiar, "You have learned well."

"Thank you for the compliment." Rosemil replied in a flat tone, with almost no emotional ups and downs. "It should be a fight to the death, but you still talk about it with me so casually. Should I say that you are worthy of being the number one envoy in the past?"

Yirang has been observing Rosemere since he came in. This body is undergoing a violent transformation, and waves of pain that can make people collapse are gnawing at every nerve of this body. Caused quite a bit of disruption.

The alchemy puppets who had stagnated their attacks approached one by one at this time, and slowly surrounded Yirang. The faceless puppets couldn't see any joy or anger. Unlike Charles and Elina, they didn't seem to have too many emotional changes. Possesses a simple attack instinct.

Because of this, it also makes their strength appear more pure.

"But, I think it's good to meet you, Rosemir, you're very interesting." Yirang, who was standing at a low place, raised his head slightly, and he looked at Rosemir with different emotions than before, a little nostalgic , and it's a pity."I like you a lot," he said.

"Me too, Your Majesty Yirang." His eyes, which were originally calm, fluctuated because of these words.Rosemil raised his hand and waved it down slowly, and with him a brief glance from the mercenary union hall, he couldn't control it later, and subconsciously made a conversation, and finally... Rosemir made a choice, with Ferrero and Xiugumi Go to college together.

At that time, he found that he was still on the path that was beneficial to his choice.

——You have always been my belief in this world.

The attack of the alchemy puppet was launched, and the alchemy circle under Rosmir's feet was activated again.He took out a bottle of magic power recovery potion and poured it completely without hesitation, a little bit of refilled and recovered magic power activated the magic lines all over the room.

The overspread formation attacked all the "living creatures" in the entire room except Rosemere, and even Elro had to find a way to hide.

The alchemy puppet in front of him launched an attack on Yirang, because the magic element that was almost jumping crazily close to Yirang was under the alchemy formation at this time, no longer obeying the mobilization of spells, and all the opponent's attacks turned into force attacks.

One party was unable to mobilize the magic elements in the air, while the other party was in an embarrassing situation where the magic power was exhausted and any recovery method was useless because the body refining potion that he drank before to save time had already exerted its effect.

Under such circumstances, Yirang held an invisible weapon in his hand, and fell into the hand-to-hand combat that he despised most.

And the remaining alchemy puppet Alina, like Ello, had to find a place to escape from the battlefield in order to avoid the alchemy formation covering the entire ground.

There was a bang, bang, bang, bang when the weapons clashed, and Yi Rang didn't show much evidence of defeat in the case of more than one enemy, just like the time in the Forest of Demon's Breath.

There was no surprise, no panic, no accident.

Through the effect of the golden pupil, Rosemil could clearly see that the body of this mere three-star mage was almost unable to move normally when the potion took effect, but the Yirang he saw in front of him was completely different.

"The question you asked me just now, I think I can give you an answer." Staring in front of him, Rosmeer looked at Yi Rang's still calm face. As the hostile party, he was the first to feel worried.

In the next blow, Yi Rang did not dodge the attack coming from behind, but faced the knife from the front, and slashed back without dodging or dodging. The alchemy puppet hit by him and pierced through the chest was broken, slightly After a few twitches, just like Charles before, he turned into a pile of metal powder.

And in the next second, the attack that Yi Rang deliberately ignored and did not dodge pierced through his right shoulder blade abruptly from behind, and the blood mist even splashed on his own face.

With one hit, the faceless alchemy puppet stopped at this moment.

With such serious injuries, Yi Rang didn't show too much pain.

The limit of what he can control his body has reached its maximum. When the effect of the body training medicine is fully exerted, coupled with the current injury, he has no way to continue to control the behavior of this body.

The spell cast on the soul faintly reappeared, but at this moment, it played a role, and began to nibble away at Yirang's soul that was still trapped in the human body.

"Oh? So, what's your answer?"

Losing control of his body, Yi Rang could barely control himself and sit down, as if he didn't care about what he asked before, and he didn't say anything.

Basically, none of the entanglement, pain, and sadness that caused Rosemere can be passed on to Yirang.

He just glanced at Rosemere quietly, but laughed again, "So, as a container, you prepared it for Socra, am I right?"

"..."

The words that were about to come to his lips suddenly couldn't come out at this moment.

Rosemil's mind was in a mess, and what frantically flashed was all the descriptions about the first god Socra and the first angel in the classics of the church.

The first God created him, and he created everything in the world.

The first god bestowed divine power on Yirang, thus connecting life from Yirang.

The first god cast all eyes on him, but he felt rebellious in his heart.

Yirang, killed the first god.

God said, I will always return.And you are always with me.

……

The perspective of all this is the first god, so what about him?

What about Yi Rang, who was created by the first god, but somehow killed the first god?

What he was thinking, no one had ever understood—even Socrates never understood what Yi Ran was thinking.

Blood flowed and wet the robe, staining it dark.

Rosemere heard Yi Ran say with some analysis, but in a tone without any emotion at all: "The first potion was completely accidental, just because you were his clothes, so the behavior of time did not interfere. You. I will meet you outside the forest of magic breath, probably because of my guard and curiosity about being able to manipulate the gods, and then let it be - because I am interested in high-level alchemy. In the end, which one I don’t know the name of My identity was confirmed by God, and you made the choice."

"Yes."

"Is that so—" He seemed to be trying hard to figure out the motive of what Rosemere did, and when he laughed again at this moment, he felt an inexplicable feeling of weakness. "So, what do you want? What you just said - will the gods no longer descend on this land?"

"..."

Obviously the answer is affirmative, but at this moment it is like a stick in the throat.

Rosemil only felt that the crazy and chaotic flashes in his mind were all about him. The calm and self-sufficient smile of that man was too deceptive, but after seeing it, he couldn't help thinking about it, controlling it. I can't help but want to confirm again and again, his mood at that time...

Yi Rang still looks like he is planning strategies, just like the fact that this world was born in his hands, so he is always calm.

The life force of this body is draining.

Rosemir, the body-refinement potion that Yirang took without paying attention to the effect before, was very aware of the effect.

He will completely change the magic purity of a body, but this body will die once.This is a medicine that was made in the past as a container for the coming of the gods.

He still remembered the rare displeasure on Yi Rang's face when he said this.

"It seems that as a god, I have never responded to my believers. I wanted to say that I fulfilled a wish before, but no one seriously raised it."

"..."

"So--"

"You don't want me to revive your wish here, let me fulfill it for you." Rosemere heard his former belief say to him, "I don't look at this world for a while, I close my eyes for a while. Wake up again At that time, I hope you have already gone to the land of moonset."

Rosemere listened to Yi Ran's words, and every word made the belief that had been deeply rooted in his heart for several years instantly become uncertain.

The man slowly closed his eyes in front of him, and gradually lost his breath.

As he said, stop looking at the world for the time being.

When he opened his eyes again, it was only the three-star mage Yiran Field who woke up, not the Yirang who was his belief as a god.

Alina's body, which stood on high alert, was slightly relaxed. After a pause, she lost momentum and stood still in place, not moving.

The god left.

All the words that Rosemir flocked to his lips but could not utter, he did not utter them in the end. He squatted down, raised his hand to brush the wound that was already healing, closed his eyes and smiled, "This is not a wish, Ian Let Your Majesty."

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