[Hunter] The Meteor Legend after Lydia's Life Record

The pastor's illusion opened again, covered with white snow, a vast wasteland, a desolate night, and a lonely moon.

The pastor led the way, Kurolo and I followed behind, and the man named Vincent Harrican was at the end.

We walked out a winding arc on the snow field, leaving a long series of clear footprints behind us.

It’s unbelievable, I looked down, centered on the place where my footsteps fell, with a diameter of about one meter, the white snow melted, and the ground was bare|exposed garbage—the real Meteor Street ground.

Looking back, as my footsteps moved, white snow continued to cover the rubbish ground and automatically printed continuous footprints of me and Kuroro, which were simulated by the illusion.

I looked at the pastor's black back in front of me, and thought, what an incomprehensible ability.

I don't know if this person is a real lunatic or a fake lunatic.

After walking all the way like this, he never said a word to me except occasionally turning around and asking "My God, are you tired?" "Do you need a rest?"

I was so happy that I didn't have to fight him, but I kept walking like this, and I was still uneasy.

Visions are not static.The wilderness is covered with snow, and there are natural hills and hills under the feet, and occasionally one or two black dead trees that have fallen in the snow will pass by.

Are we really going to keep walking out of Meteor Street like this?Who knows if he will suddenly go crazy and change the script, or suddenly wake up and kill us?

I muttered to myself, how can I get rid of him?

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the pastor stopped and saluted me, saying, "My God, please rest here for a while. I'll go ahead and get some things."

I nodded quickly and watched him turn and walk away with implicit expectation. A gust of wind and snow passed by, and the black figure disappeared out of thin air.

A huge full moon hung high in the night sky, and there was no wind on the silent snow field. Kuroro and I looked at each other, both showing a look of frustration.

The pastor is gone, but we are still in the illusion.

"Can you break the entire illusion?" Kuroro asked me without any hope.

"No. The power gap is too great."

I shook my head in frustration, and kicked the garbage on the ground with my feet. The thick snow around me faded away with my movements, and quickly recovered.

"What should we do?" I looked around and asked irritably.

"There will be a way." Kuroro said softly.

I looked at him in surprise, his dark eyes were calm, and he nodded to me.

Does he have a way?It's just not convenient to speak clearly in the illusion.Even though I didn't know anything yet, I was greatly relieved and relaxed.

Kuroro pulled me to sit down on the ground, "Let's rest for a while."

I hugged my knees and sat on the rubbish on the ground, thinking that it was a good thing I wasn't sitting on the snow, otherwise I would have frozen to death.Leaning on Kuroro's shoulder, I felt him grab my hand and quietly write a few words on his palm.

I take a chance to leave.You kill him.

I meditated silently, my heart trembled.In response, I opened my arms for him to hug me for comfort.

When the pastor came back, I was still in Kuroro's arms and refused to get up.

"My God, your faithful servant has returned."

A soft voice sounded behind me, and goosebumps popped up all over my body instantly. I jumped up and turned to look at him defensively.

The pastor seemed to be in a good mood, looked at us with a gentle smile, and said, "My God, is he your shining morning star?"

What morning star?I looked at him bewildered.

The pastor didn't mean to answer my question. He handed over a bag in his hand and said, "After all, it's hell, and there are no suitable clothes. This is the best I can find. My god, please change it first." let's go."

Change... clothes?

I took the bag, took out the white fabric on the top, and took a look. It was a pure white long-sleeved dress with a conservative style, but the neckline, cuffs and skirt were decorated with complicated and gorgeous plain lace.

Well, isn't he really a pervert?

I gasped, looked up in surprise, and saw the pastor smiling gently.He showed me a questioning expression, and his eyes were pious and upright.

I swallowed and refused bluntly: "I won't change."

"My God should have all the glory in the world." The pastor sighed, "It seems that you have suffered a lot by going to hell by mistake, but now that I am here, it should naturally change." His light brown eyes Looking at me intently, softly but firmly: "Please don't be stubborn anymore, my god."

I choked, not daring to provoke him any more.Glancing at Kuroro aggrievedly, I had no choice but to compromise and said, "Okay then."

The pastor said with satisfaction: "In this case, I should wait elsewhere. There is still some water and food in the bag, which is my god's lunch."

As he spoke, he waved to Vincent: "Just taking this opportunity, Master Harriken can talk to me about worldly affairs."

"How do you know that my surname is Haricon?" Vincent was forced to walk towards him with a pale face, "And I have no inheritance rights long ago. You don't have to waste your efforts."

"Really." The pastor carried him, turned and walked outside.

"Kurolo, don't leave!" I stopped Kurolo who was about to go out after hesitating for a while, "Stand guard for me."

I looked at the unobstructed wilderness all around, and my heart was trembling, and I raised my voice to the pastor: "Hey, I am in an illusion, can you see it!"

"My god, don't worry. Your strength is enough to overwhelm my illusion."

"What is this?" The pastor and Vincent left the illusion, and I stood where I was, holding the cumbersome white skirt, and said to Kuroro with a mournful face, "That psychopath!"

"No way. Change it quickly," Kuroro said.

"Should I still be naked here?" I muttered, looking at the white snow around me, I felt cold.I had to lower my head under the eaves, and I slowly opened my coat.

"Should I turn around?" Kuroro asked.

"...Turn around." I said. "It's a good thing you're here, otherwise I'd be scared."

Putting on the long white dress, the skirt hangs down to the ankle, and it fits quite well.Under the skirt, the pastor even matched a pair of thick pantyhose so that my calves would not be bare in the early autumn weather.

Finally, I put on the exquisite white leather shoes, and I looked down at myself dressed in plain white, as if I were going to a funeral, not to mention how unlucky I was.

"Since it's already like this, don't think about it so much." Kuroro comforted me, "It's pretty pretty."

I pulled out a cry-like smile, it wasn't you who dared to be treated as a doll and play dress-up games.Kuroro was in a good mood. I watched him rummage through the bag given by the pastor, took out a bottle of water and a sandwich with green vegetables in it, and asked me, "Do you want to eat?"

I shook my head reflexively, then nodded again.Anyway, there is no need for the other party to poison, right?

Kuroro handed me the water and the sandwich, but didn't eat it himself.

I gnawed silently for a while, and asked him, "What does he mean by that, Guangyao Morning Star?"

"Probably because my surname is Lucifer." Sure enough, Kurolo knew, he said: "In Latin, Lucifer and Lucifer are written very similarly. Satan Lucifer was the Archangel of Heaven before he fell into heaven, The Vice-Prince of the Kingdom of Heaven is known as the Bright Morning Star."

"……Oh."

"Lydia," Kuroro said suddenly after being silent for a while, "Lucifer is the deputy king of the kingdom of heaven, but in the end he chose to fall to heaven and take away one-third of the angels in heaven."

My heart skipped a beat, I looked up and saw the pastor came back with Vincent, walking towards us, and thought: Here we come!

I looked at Kuroro calmly and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"I said...you go with him. Whether it's Hell or Meteor Street, I want to stay here." Kuroro said indifferently, with an unquestionable tone.

When he said this, he seemed to become cold in an instant, and restrained all his feelings for me.

Even if we agreed, I couldn't help gasping, and my voice changed when I spoke again: "Are you going to leave me?"

"What's the matter?" The pastor came over, looked back and forth between Kuroro and me, and said softly, "Is there something wrong between my god and the shining morning star?"

I didn't give him a corner of the eye, and stared at Kuroro closely.

"Lucifer fell into the sky, isn't it a matter of course." Kuroro said calmly, turning his head to look at the pastor: "If I took the initiative to abandon her, I would be meaningless to her. Then can I leave?"

The priest grinned and took a breath, but his expression was not surprised, and he said in a calm voice, "So, are you going to abandon God and degenerate?"

I was so frightened that my liver and gallbladder were torn apart. Before he finished speaking, I rushed forward and hugged Kuroro, then turned to the pastor and said, "This is our business! Even if, even if he doesn't want me, you are not allowed to touch him!"

Even though I choked up sadly, I looked at the pastor with hatred and defensiveness, and warned in a hoarse voice.

"Oh! My God..." The pastor was slightly surprised, and under my fierce, tearful stare, he took a step back and spread his hands, signaling that he would not move rashly.

"If I were Satan, I would be left for the final judgment." Kuroro's voice flowed calmly and clearly in my ear, "Go with him. I also have my way to go."

"Kurolo..." I lifted my head from his shoulder, looked at his expressionless face, and tears welled up in my eyes.

"Lydia, I'm serious." Kuroro looked at me with sober and heartless eyes: "This is not the first time, because of your ability, we have been put in danger."

My eyes widened involuntarily, and my hands ruffled his clothes.

But Kuroro was unmoved, and continued cruelly: "Enough is enough. If your ability is destined that you should not go the same way as us, then you should separate. Remember what I told you at the beginning Is it? I want to become stronger, and then leave Meteor Street to take revenge. Now, you are blocking my way."

I was stung by what he said—he said it so truthfully, I could hardly tell if it was acting or what he was thinking.

In the bone-chilling cold, I heard him declare to me clearly and resolutely——

"I'm tired, don't drag me down."

"No, you, I..." I said incoherently, blinking away the tears from my eyes, almost wanting to scream.

I held him tightly and wept hurtfully, "You, are you serious?"

"Of course." Kuroro's eyes were like black ice, which made me almost tremble.

As if I knew him for the first time, looking at his expressionless face—the white and smooth cheeks turned out to have such sharp lines, it made me feel the pain of being cut in my heart.

He looked at me like he was looking at a stranger, without any warmth.

He pulled my hand away from his clothes without hesitation.

Yes, yes, I have a feeling that Kuroro should have been such a person.He is born rational, always knows what he wants, and then is decisive, ruthless, and ruthless.

Useless, give up.

If you are tired, give up.

Don't care anymore, give up.

But, but...

With tears in my eyes, I heard him say to me, "Sorry."

Wiping away my tears fiercely, I looked at Kuroro's indifferent face bitterly, and said with a sob, "Okay, okay! Then you, let's go! Don't, you're back!"

Tears poured down again, and I couldn't hold back my sobbing anymore. I cried and said, "Let's go! I don't want you anymore! Woooooo..."

I don't know why I'm so sad, rationally told myself that I shouldn't believe it, but I couldn't help but believe it.Is Kurolo acting too good?Even I, who knew the script, was fooled by him.

Is there really a script?

Wiping away the tears on my hands again, I suddenly turned my head and shouted to the pastor, "Let him go! Let him go his own way! I don't want to see him anymore!"

Speaking of this, my heart ached, and I added awkwardly: "You are not allowed to hurt him! I will watch him go! Let him go well...just go if you want to go!"

I bit my finger nervously and burst into tears——Krollo, you bastard!

Under my hysterical truth, the pastor sighed, and the illusion around him melted and shattered like a bubble.

With a flash of light, the gray daylight was revealed, and dilapidated rubbish piled up hills all around.

"Let's go." The pastor said to Kuroro.

Kuroro didn't hesitate, didn't even look at me anymore, turned around and left.

I kept seeing his back disappearing behind the rubbish hills, and the tension in my heart relaxed, almost too much, and I became sore and swollen, as if lost.

"He's gone." The pastor said softly, "My God can show his true colors now."

I wiped away the remaining tears, and when I turned my head again, my eyes had completely condensed.

"What's the real face?" I stared at him for a while, still choked up.

"My god doesn't know?" the pastor said in an admiring tone, "Only the lofty eyes that regard everything as dust and all people as ants are in line with my god's identity."

"Just like your eyes now."

I looked at him coldly, not feeling funny at all.

"Yes, yes!" the pastor sighed, rubbing his chest, "I am just one of the thousands of servants whose faith has surrendered to you, and I can be destroyed with a wave of my hand. Even the shining morning star cannot stand up to your tears."

"From the day of coming, my God is destined to enjoy all the glory in the world!" He lyrically said in a chanting tone.

I simply covered my eyes with the back of my hand to hide the cold murderous intent in my eyes.

"My God," the pastor called me softly, the excitement in his tone was suppressed, "please let me crown you."

I put down my hand and saw a small and exquisite crown on his hand at some point.

"The piety of the Messiah."

The pastor introduced the crown in his hand, which is mainly made of platinum and embellished with diamonds and aquamarines. He said regretfully, "I only have this one in my hand at the moment. I have wronged my god for the time being."

I obediently stayed where I was, while he stretched out his hand and undid my braids, smoothed the shawl black hair with his fingers, and placed the light crown on top of my head.

"Praise my God."

The pastor took two steps back, looked at me repeatedly with admiring eyes, and praised.

"There is only one thing right for the lost who occupy the Holy Court - 'Smiling Gabriel' is obviously more worthy of the glory of my God. Rest assured, my God, when we return to the Holy Court, your servants will be fetched for you."

I looked at him silently, not saying a word or moving.

"Is my god not happy?"

Maybe it was because I obediently wore the crown to please him, the pastor asked in a rare humane way, "Are you missing the shining morning star?"

"My god, don't worry," he comforted, "when the millennium comes, my god will preside over the last judgment. According to the prophecy, Satan will lead the sinners from hell to attack, and the judgment of the great white throne will begin. At that time, my god will naturally We can see him again."

I don't want to talk to him at all, I just wait for Kuroro to go a little further, and I can do it when I find a chance.

"Alas," the priest sighed, and took out a small scepter that was as long as a baby's arm from the black priest's clothes. It was a delicate pure gold rod, and a huge ruby ​​was inlaid on the top, shining brightly.

He handed the scepter to my hand, and said like a child with a tantrum: "Play with the scepter for a while, feel the breath of the former god, maybe my god will be happy."

I took the scepter that was forced into my hand, and the heavy tentacles were cold.Instead of the crown, which I only glanced at briefly, I looked down at the scepter.

The body of the staff made of pure gold has exquisite engravings, and at the end of the staff is a pearl that is bigger than a thumb.Around the huge ruby ​​at the top, there are three layers of colorful small jewels inlaid with exquisite craftsmanship.The entire scepter is jeweled and shining, and it is obviously a priceless treasure.

I wondered in my heart: If the pastor is just an ordinary powerful lunatic, where did he get such a treasure?Or does he have any unusual identity or background?

"Does my god like it?" the pastor said gently, "It can be placed in my god's hands temporarily. But this is the Pope's token, my god be careful not to lose it."

When the pastor finished his nerves, we started the journey again.

The illusion of Xueyue Wasteland unfolded again, and the three people walked alone in the endless white wasteland.

I don't know how far Kurolo has gone, and I am thinking that the strength of the priest has never been seen before. Before I am sure that I will hit with a single blow, I dare not make a move easily.

While walking away, I divided my attention to look at Vincent who was captured by the priest.

Noticing my gaze, he turned his head to look at me.I don't know what the pastor said to him. His face was always pale and melancholy, but he smiled politely at me.

According to the pastor, Vincent has a lot of background outside, and the pastor wants to use his family's influence.Sometimes it's my power, and sometimes it's someone else's family power. I really don't know if the pastor is a paranoid or an ambitious man.

Speaking of which, the first team has a brother-in-law of the president of the Black Dragon Society, a priest who is naughty but frighteningly strong, and Vincent from the Ha family... Back then, Saiqila and I When quarreling, who wants to get today?It's really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

This time, after a short walk, the pastor stopped again.

"There are a few criminals who are not weak outside, and they can't be stopped by illusions alone. I will drive them away, and my god will wait here." The pastor said, his expression was a little dignified.

"You go." I nodded and said, secretly happy in my heart—it's best not to come back!

After the pastor disappeared from the illusion, Vincent, who had been pale and silent as if he had resigned himself to his fate, suddenly walked towards me.

I played with the scepter and looked at him warily.

"I have no malice." He moved his lips and said silently, and at the same time indicated with his eyes the place where the illusion faded under my feet.

I saw that he had something to say, thought about it, and stretched out the scepter in his hand.

Vincent cleverly held the other end of the scepter. While he was holding it, the ice and snow in the illusion under his feet melted, exposing the same rubbish ground as mine.

Vincent looked happy, and quickly whispered: "We are temporarily out of the surveillance of the illusion."

I immediately asked: "Do you know his ability?"

"I know something. We have all stayed in the previous team for a long time." Vincent said, "But his previous strength is far less powerful than now. To make a long story short, I will blow myself up in a while."

I was terrified—a powerful telekinetic can self-destruct, compressing all the telekinetic power and bursting out, forming a much stronger attack than before, but at the cost of his own life.

"Self-explosion can definitely get rid of him, but I will die at the same time. Therefore, after I die, I want to entrust you with one thing." Vincent said.

"Wait!" I interrupted him, the lethality of self-explosion is no different from detonating a heavy bomb in place, "This will probably kill me too!"

"Since I still have something to entrust to you, I will guarantee your safety." Vincent said, he took out a necklace from his collar with one hand, broke it and handed it to me: "This is my family's token .As the price for me to help you out of trouble, I want you to leave Meteor Street in the future, find my family, and tell them the news of my death."

In his hand is a very delicate silver pendant with a pattern of a fox's face.

I didn't take it right away, I was a little hesitant - even if he didn't need to explode himself, I could get rid of the pastor myself, and of course I could get rid of Vincent together.

"I know you also have a trump card." Vincent suddenly said something surprising.I raised my head suddenly, and was facing the manly and graceful smile.

He said with confidence: "Krollo will leave first, which means that yours is also capable of mass destruction. You can't guarantee his safety here."

I was shocked, how could he know!

Does the pastor also know? !

"It's been a compulsory course for me since I was young, and the pastor is far behind." Vincent even saw my worry, and answered directly.

"You..." I was so confused by what he said, I was almost led by the nose.

"As for why I didn't do anything before, it's because Kuroro is here. If you want to stop me with your ability, it is very likely that my self-destruct will fail." He said before I asked.

"Then why are you telling me again now?" I quickly said, "And why should I take the risk of letting you blow yourself up?"

"Because I can see that you are not sure that you will hit with one blow." He said firmly.

I was almost dizzy, and I was hit by him again!

Even if I am 100% sure of the power of the speech spirit that once killed Percyluk, I am after all a second envoy, and I am not familiar with it, so I am not sure at all!

"We only have one chance, and we must be foolproof." Vincent said, "I will deliberately avoid your self-destruction, and then you make up the knife and leave with my token."

As he spoke, he leaned forward and directly stuffed his necklace into my empty hand.

"You'd better wear it around your neck," he said.

"Is this very important?" I really couldn't keep up with his rhythm, "What if I leave and don't deliver the letter?"

"You won't," he confirmed.

I was actually a little moved.No, it went off track again!

"Damn it, why should I listen to you! If you blow yourself up, you might kill me!" I said madly.

"You need a little courage to take risks." He smiled. "This is the best way, and it's good for us."

"Believe me."

Damn, I really believed him.

He's so handsome... no!It is the kind of grace that comes from the bones that is really convincing.The guys cultivated by these big families do have two brushes.

All right!The truth is that the more I think about it, the more guilty I become!It's still not sure if you don't do it for a long time!Then let's just trust him to cooperate!Anyway, he blew himself up, apart from splashing a little garbage, the real powerful force is reading, it can't hurt me!

The necklace was hung around my neck and stuffed into my clothes in the end.

We agreed to do it as soon as the pastor came back.

It seemed that the visitor was really troublesome, and the pastor didn't come back for a long time.

"The water in the second district|is|very|deep. Even if the priest's ability suddenly increases, if he provokes a strong person, he will not be able to deal with it casually." Vincent said.

Seeing him standing there with his back straight and relaxed, I couldn't help reaching out with the scepter and poking his arm.

"Huh? What's the matter?" He held the gem at the top of the scepter, connected to the "private chat" channel, and asked in a gentle voice.

"...If you blew yourself up, you will die 100% of the time." I said slowly.

He is going to die!Why on the contrary, sweep away the previous sorrows and become relaxed and unrestrained?

He laughed, and there were actually two deep dimples around his mouth.

"I'm already damned."

"Aren't you afraid?" I couldn't help asking.

"...I'm just afraid that I'll shame the family in the end." He paused and said with a restrained smile.

I was sensitively aware that there must be something very heavy behind this.

I was silent for a while, and finally said: "Okay. I will definitely bring the news."

He laughed again.

"What a nice girl. Stand closer to me later, the eye of the hurricane is the safest place."

"Do not be afraid."

It’s been a long time since I’ve lived in the same camp, but this is the first and last time I’ll take a serious look at this person.

Vincent Harrican is very good at negotiating and trying to figure out people's hearts.

He has long platinum blonde hair, and emerald green eyes that look like two lakes when he smiles.

And dimples.

The author has something to say: I added a paragraph at the end, more than 2000 words, and there are only so many words today... Relatives came to visit, and my stomach hurts.

Raise your spirits, tomorrow will send a big move!