Lady's Melaleuca Vest [Comprehensive British and American]

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Although the shield reshaped by Chaldea can only last for one day, at least at this moment, the fog crisis raging on the surface of the city is temporarily lifted, and the people who have been tense all night and day have a moment of respite.

And deep underground, another storm of destruction is quietly brewing.

"Shinto has not been fully opened," Carlos reported in a calm and staid voice, "The city has been re-sealed, the number of shadow attendants is decreasing sharply, and the concentration of the fog is not enough."

"...It doesn't matter," Lucia Williams said after a short silence, "they can only stop today's ceremony."

And the rituals that have happened in the past and have indeed been completed cannot be stopped anyway.

Here is a special gap in time and space. The spiritual veins exuding gentle light pass through the barriers that are on the verge of being broken, gather from all directions, and are continuously absorbed by the huge suspended heart.The magic power was quickly drained, the spirit veins dried up, and the space dimmed, leaving only the heart glowing with a deep red light.Lucia raised her arm, put her whole hand into the soft heart, and squeezed her fingers together into a fist.

Something exploded silently｜It exploded, the void trembled, and the laws of the world were affected. The forward time suddenly stopped, and then with the heart as the center point, the direction was reversed and spread, and the ripples that spread out The circles flowed past Lucia, accumulating like a rising tide until they reached the top.

Although it was not real water, Lucia, who was submerged by the reversed time, still felt a sense of suffocation. The instinct of survival ordered her to escape, but her heart firmly fixed her arm, making her unable to get out.

Consciousness gradually blurred, and so did her vision. Lucia blinked, and dimly saw a large number of sparkling bubbles gathered around her, and each bubble stored a memory of the past.

Things that have nothing to do with her float away to the far side, things that have something to do with her gather slowly, and after being broken, they turn into whispers that flow into the ears.

"Lucia Williams, she is the sole survivor of the House of Stars."

"How did you survive?"

"It was shocking to say it, the fog was absorbed by her."

"You still have your sanity?"

"It has been checked, and there is no mental problem. It is no different from a normal person. Whether it is in the mutation incubation period needs further observation."

"No need. She is indeed the most suitable container. Place her properly. This is God's gift. Our hope has appeared."

……

"This is the alchemy puppet recorded in the holy scriptures to receive the power of the gods? It's really exquisite... But don't we already have the most suitable container? Do we still need a puppet?"

"Present it. The puppet is the supreme masterpiece completed by the previous high priests. Even if it cannot be favored by the gods, it should fulfill its mission as a sacrifice."

……

"Our God has come? I hear His voice!"

"... Lucia Williams? No, it's a doll... One of the dolls has disappeared!"

The initiation of the divine descent ceremony led to a series of explosions in the hidden underground temples. The collapsed stones blocked the only way out, and the mighty and lofty statues shattered and shattered.

But no one panicked because of this. The priests headed by the high priest showed an unprecedented look of urgency. They stumbled up to the half-collapsed altar, fell to their knees, and crawled while rubbing their knees against the broken stones.

The mist mixed with dust gradually dissipated, and the alchemy doll in the middle of the altar disappeared, replaced by a pure white swaddle exuding a holy aura. Inside the swaddle, a newborn little The baby was breathing regularly, his crimson eyes blinked slowly, quietly observing the world.

Nuwa kneading earth, God creating man, and creation out of thin air have always been the power of the gods. The empty alchemy doll turned into a living baby is a miracle, which proves that God has indeed come.

The high priest threw down the staff, stretched out his trembling hands, and held up the swaddle very piously and carefully.

"Success... We have succeeded! The long-cherished wish of generations, finally today..."

"Praise be to His birth!"

The ceremony was completed, the god descended, and the long-cherished wish of thousands of years was fulfilled. The fanatical atmosphere instantly swept through the entire temple and infected everyone present.

Except Lucia Williams.

Whether it is a container with high hopes or a saint who is highly anticipated, no matter how lofty Lucia's previous reputation and status are, the moment the alchemy doll came to life, she was doomed to be abandoned .

A sacrifice that has not been favored by the gods is no different from a broken toy in the garbage dump.

Lucia stood upright, and all the sounds were far away from her. She stared coldly at the ecstatic believers not far away, watching them lift up the white swaddling clothes, watching them kneel down in joy, After looking at it for a while, she folded her hands neatly in front of her and gathered her ten fingers, tightly clenched into fists.

Shouldn't I be the one standing there to receive worship?

You have always told me so!

Why would you kneel down to a brat of unknown origin? !

Lucia's eyes were gloomy, she blinked, and a pale fog turned in her eyes.

On the altar, the high priest holding the swaddling baby suddenly became stagnant for breathing.

The high priest wore a hideous mask, so people around couldn't see his face at all. In addition, the believers were all in the ecstasy of getting what they wished, and no one noticed that trivial abnormality, so there was no need to worry about it. You will know how painful the high priest's expression is distorted under the mask at this moment.

With his mouth wide open, he tried his best to shout, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

The white mist is soft and slender, as flexible as water-soaked paper, covering the face of the high priest, piercing through his facial features, along the blood vessels, along the nerves, passing through the muscles, tearing the bones, and taking root Sprout, quickly controlled his body.

The baby lifted up by the high priest seemed to have sensed something. She turned her head and silently looked at the man who was completely corroded in the blink of an eye.

The high priest didn't even have time to express any thoughts, his soul was completely swallowed by the fog, leaving only an empty shell.

A few seconds later, the High Priest moved again, like a rusty robot at first, but soon became smooth, he retracted his arms, and held the baby in his arms, his eyes were creepily tender.

"Lucia," the high priest said hoarsely, "you will take care of her."

"You were originally... a saint dedicated to Him."

No one disputed the command of the high priest.

"Yes." Lucia Williams replied obediently and docilely.

She lowered her eyes, the shadow of her bangs perfectly concealing the crazy smile that could not be suppressed in her eyes.

The shadow under her feet stretched and twisted, quietly blending into the surrounding shadows, spreading infinitely in all directions.

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"You're going to be broken." Carlos' calm voice called back Lucia who was almost lost in memory.

Starting from controlling the high priest and the priests who were present at the time, Lucia spent several years patiently planting "seeds" for everyone in the Misty Temple. As long as she gave an order, the seeds would break through the ground and germinate instantly. , She relied on this method to kill Carlos in front of Yuanchun, and fed him to the "Holy Grail" as the last nourishment, so that the "Holy Grail" was full of magic power and came to the world.

Carlos, who was summoned as a servant, has almost no personality of his own. He will completely obey Lucia's orders and will never disobey her, so Lucia knows that there is no extended meaning in that sentence, that is, superficial meaning.

But Lucia was still very upset. Carlos' words accidentally stepped on the most untouchable minefield in her heart.

"Yeah, it's about to break." Lucia panted shortly, and said sarcastically, "After all, I'm not a pure container, and I'm not as good as Yuanchun... The meaning of Yuanchun's existence is to be sacrificed."

The heart beat faster and faster, so fast that the whole space was vibrated.

"Now that things have happened, you don't think my purpose is the same as yours, just to destroy the world?" She turned her head and glanced at Carlos with a smile, "Go to where you should go."

Carlos quickly rolled away after receiving the order.

In the next second, a violent explosion occurred inside the heart, and the shock wave destroyed the fragile space boundary, but Lucia didn't suffer much damage, only a strange change occurred in her body.

The height is long and distorted, the limbs are split, thick smoke emerges from the crack, the whole person rolls and melts with the fluctuation of the airflow, but at the same time it barely maintains a roughly human form.

It doesn't look like it used to be beautiful and elegant at all.

"I will descend..." said the ferocious monster, "This is not the first time for me..."

In a word, the monster said in two very different tones, as if there was another person living in the body.

# # #

The gear of time is out of control, spinning crazily backwards for countless times, and the old images that keep flashing back are glowing with a light yellow|color, as if the surface is covered with a layer of ashes that cannot be wiped off.

Before everything completely collapsed, the speed of the pointer finally slowed down, shaking tremblingly within a certain range four years ago——

Gotham in August is as stuffy as a steamer. Even after the sun has set, the rising heat still envelopes the whole city.

This is an ordinary day, but for some people, it represents a special meaning.

Jason Todd's birthday is today, and Wayne's family held a super luxurious banquet to celebrate it.

There are a lot of people here, in addition to the teachers and classmates of Jason School, there are also bigwigs in Gotham | politics | business | .

The most popular person is of course Bruce Wayne. Beautiful girls surround him, investors with ulterior motives compliment him, dignitaries greet him familiarly, and talk casually about the weather, stocks, investment, and graceful beauties. There are also all kinds of content that ordinary people can't understand at all.

Even Jason's classmates were attracted attention, looking in the direction of Bruce every now and then.

Jason wasn't surprised by this, and he didn't have any dissatisfaction. His father's "Bruce Wayne mode" was already so eye-catching, shining everywhere he went, and no one else could compare.

...No, maybe there is another person who can fight Gotham sweetheart.

Looking through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, Jason saw something, his pupils constricted suddenly, his fingers subconsciously squeezed the tin can of Coke, and the sweet carbonic acid bubbles scrambled out, draining his hand.

Several girls who were close to him let out a low cry, and while they were stepping back according to the hem of their skirts, they handed out handkerchiefs to Jason one after another.

Jason politely declined, raised his head and drank the rest of the Coke, threw the deformed can into the trash can, and then unhurriedly took out a used handkerchief from his suit pocket.

The coke was sticky, and of course it couldn't be wiped clean just by wiping it off. Jason wiped it casually, said "Sorry, I'll deal with it", stood up and left.

The reasons are just and sufficient, and no one doubts.

But in fact, only Jason knew that he spilled the Coke on purpose.

The place where the banquet was held was the lawn behind the Wayne Manor. It was very large and wide, and after walking two steps, someone came to say hello. , he was still conspicuous and popular—so it took him a little longer to shake off the meaningless small talk and trudged to his destination.

A meandering creek runs through the edge of the forest, and a white-haired girl in a red fishtail skirt stands under a tree, looking down in thought.The falling starlight of Yeye casts a layer of gentle light on the girl and the forest, and the picture is like a fairy tale dream.

Jason held his breath unconsciously, approached carefully, stopped behind Yuanchun, poked his head a little above her shoulder, and asked softly, "What are you thinking?"

Yuanchun came back to his senses, the mysterious and unpredictable emotions in his eyes disappeared, and he returned to his usual facial paralysis.

"It's nothing." Her voice was clear and cold, like ice cubes colliding in cola.

"Nonsense, I saw it." Jason lowered his head slightly, his chin resting on Yuanchun's shoulder just right, "There is a man in a suit who has been around you for a long time."

There was dissatisfaction in Jason's voice that he didn't realize.

There were too many people who came to say hello before, and Yuanchun never remembered the voice and face of passerby A very much. Amid Jason's coquettish complaints, she thought for a while before showing a sudden expression, "He called... He is a producer, and he is preparing for a play recently, and asked me if I would like to play the leading actress, and I said no."

From the first day when Yuanchun was brought into the social arena by Bruce, Wayne Manor had received similar invitations. Of course, all of them were swept into the trash by the conscientious old housekeeper as waste paper.

But no matter how Wayne and others refuse, there are always people who believe that the ultimate beauty is the common wealth of all human beings, and people cannot stop people from appreciating beauty. Yuanchun must appear on the big screen and promote it to the whole world.

"That's it." Jason responded casually, holding Yuanchun's waist with one hand, and shaking the other hand in front of her, "Sprinkled Coke."

Yuanchun glanced at the mottled dark marks on the back of Jason's hand, and snapped his fingers.

The traces disappeared in an instant.

"That's amazing!" Jason exaggeratedly said "Wow".

No matter how many times Yuanchun performed "magic" in front of Jason, whether it was a real miraculous power, or simply sprayed a fireball, he would praise her seriously.

The enthusiastic music and dance ended, and the next piece of music was a melodious and soothing tune. Jason walked around briskly, walked around from behind Yuanchun to the front, and stretched out his hand towards her. His tone was relaxed and casual, but his eyes were very serious. "May I have the honor of asking you to dance?"

Yuanchun put his hand on it, "Okay."

The two spun to the distant music.

No one spoke, but silence didn't mean embarrassment. The atmosphere was just right. They looked at each other quietly, with only each other in their eyes.

When the song was about to end, Jason's eyes flickered slightly, but Yuanchun spoke before him: "This year's homecoming dance——"

Jason: "..." Hey, wait!

He supported Yuanchun's waist with one hand, and held her hand with the other. He thought about it wildly, and realized that he didn't have a third hand to stop her from saying the next thing, and he didn't know what to think, maybe it was close, He simply lowered his head and kissed her.

"...Well." Yuanchun obviously got Jason's brain circuit in an instant, and a not-so-obvious smile flashed in her eyes, "You go first."

"I should have said it first." Jason muttered dissatisfiedly, his eyes suddenly enlarged slowly, "I..."

"What's wrong?" Yuanchun blinked innocently, "Tell me."

"...Did someone invite you to the homecoming dance?" Jason collected himself and decided to skip it temporarily, pretending nothing happened.

"Yes," Yuanchun replied solemnly, "a lot."

Another batch of waste paper was thrown into the garbage dump.

Jason: "..."

Genjun: "But I don't want to go with them."

The music stopped, the wind passed through the treetops, making a rustling sound, and fireflies danced around them, like flickering stars.

Jason put a little force on Yuanchun's waist, pressing her closer to him, "Then would you like to go with me?"

Yuanchun stood on tiptoe, wrapped his arms around Jason's neck, and pressed his face against his warm neck, feeling the sound of his pulse gradually accelerating.

"Yes." Her voice was rare and gentle, but her eyes were extremely cold. Her eyes passed over Jason's shoulders and fell on the banquet in the distance.

The distance is very long and it is night. Even with 2.0 eyesight, it is difficult for ordinary people to see everyone's face clearly.

But Yuanchun can, not only can she see clearly, but she can also accurately lock on the man who talked to her before.

Men can do it too.

They stare at each other from a distance.

The man smiled slightly, raised his wine glass, and made a celebratory gesture.

Yuanchun mouthed silently: You wait.

She lied to Jason, it wasn't just a film producer, but an apostle from the Misty Temple. His purpose of attending this banquet was to persuade Yuanchun to go back.

"Your Highness."

"I have already warned you, get out of my city, you still dare to appear in front of me, it seems that you really want to die... Possessed on a puppet? You are a coward."

"Your Highness, calm down, this subordinate is just a messenger. The high priest ordered me to inform you that the ceremony has been prepared and will start soon."

"What's with me?"

"When that day comes, no matter what you thought before, you will come."

"........."

When the man said that, Yuanchun already knew how they were going to handle her.

Unfortunately, she's bound to be picked.

Only those who have nothing can be unscrupulous, and Yuanchun with a family can't be unscrupulous.

But she won't make it easy for them either.

# # #

After Jason's birthday party was over, Gotham ushered in a rare few days of peaceful life. The night patrol of Bat and his son was much easier than before, and they could finish work and go home to sleep before midnight.

The young Robin was happy to hear this, but the older Batman frowned more and more. He thought it was a harbinger of some kind of storm.

As for who set off the storm, Batman has no clue yet, but he still has this sensitivity after fighting with Gotham's dark|evil|power|power for many years.

"The old man is just too worried." One day for breakfast, Jason complained to Yuanchun while spreading jam on a slice of bread, "I passed by the door of his bedroom when I went downstairs.

"Father is only 29 years old this year." Yuan Chun's focus was obviously a bit crooked.

"That's the old man too." Jason snorted, and handed the bread with jam to Yuanchun.

Jason didn't react, Yuanchun didn't agree with him.

Yuanchun also sensed the imminent crisis. Compared with Batman who was in the fog, she saw it more clearly, and she had locked on the forces that were about to cause trouble.

After breakfast, Jason went to the study to do his homework. Yuanchun volunteered to take over the job of feeding Batman, and went to the Batcave with snacks and milk.

In front of the huge computer screen emitting faint fluorescent light, Batman propped his hands on the keyboard table, his brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes quickly scanned the opened files.

Yuanchun put the dinner plate on the table, and pushed Batman and his chair away, "Eat."

Whether it's Gotham's little prince mode or Batman mode, Bruce is actually not very good at getting along with children, especially his daughter. If the son is disobedient and can be beaten up, how can the daughter do it?The eye contact is useless against Yuan Jun, and Dick and Jason sometimes feel scared in the face of an angry Batman, but Yuan Jun doesn't care at all.

Fortunately, Yuan Jun was very well-behaved, and she would listen to her old father's education as long as it made sense, otherwise, if she was a little rebellious, Bruce would be worried about premature aging.

After discovering this feature, the witty Ah Fu entrusted Yuan Chun with the tasks of persuading Bruce to eat, persuading Bruce to sleep, persuading Bruce to go out and socialize normally, etc., to Yuan Chun. Job well done.

This time was no exception, after being occupied by Yuan Chun, Bruce sighed helplessly, squeezed the center of his brows, took a bite of the hot sandwich, and at the same time cast a disapproving look at the milk.

Yuanchun: "Ah Fu prepared it."

Bruce: "..." Well, it's the person you can't offend the most.

While Bruce was eating, Genjun leaned on the table, looking down at him.

Someone else might not be able to sit still for a while, but Bruce was able to hold his breath. He didn't ask until he finished eating, "What do you want to say?"

"You really like this city..." Yuan Chun sighed first, and then asked slowly, "Then father, for this city, how much can you do?"

Bruce put the knife on the edge of the porcelain plate and made a low and crisp sound. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Yuanchun with a hint of probing depth in his eyes.

"As much as I can," he replied.

Yuanchun was thoughtful, "I see."

Sensitive Bruce sensed a subtle violation. Just as he was about to ask, the alarm was suddenly triggered, and a piercing buzzing sound instantly resounded throughout the base.

Yuanchun looked back at the computer screen flashing dangerous red light, "It's Arkham Asylum."

Bruce quickly put on the mask, stood up and walked towards the Batmobile. After a while, the high beam lights came on, and the sleeping steel giant woke up, clinging to the ground and roaring loudly.

"Here we come!" Jason flipped down deftly along the fast track, wearing a mask while running, and complained quickly when passing by Yuanchun, "He can't wait for me just once!"

Yuanchun: "He hasn't left yet."

Jason: "...I know!"

As soon as Jason jumped on the seat, before the car door was closed tightly, the Batmobile shot out along the dedicated track like an arrow.

Yuanchun watched them go away quietly, and did not look away until he could not even hear the sound of the engine.

Ah Fu also came to the Batcave, and was standing in front of the computer typing away, contacting Director Gordon and asking about the specific situation of Arkham.

Yuanchun lifted the hem of the skirt, pulled out a dagger tied to the leg strap, and gently placed it in front of Ah Fu, "When Father comes back, please give this to him."

Ah Fu: "Miss?"

"Intuition tells me that I should do this." Yuanchun explained, "Maybe I don't need it now, but I will need it one day."

"I'm leaving." After a moment's pause, Yuanchun gave Ah Fu a comforting smile, "You all like this city, so I will let her be safe."

Ah Fu had a bad intuition, and grabbed Yuanchun's wrist, "Miss, what are you going to do? It's—"

"Shhh." Yuanchun put his finger up, put it on his lips, and made a "quiet" gesture, "Forget about this scene, after my father and Jason left, I went back to the study to do my homework, didn't I?"

Ah Fu looked dazed, he let go of Yuanchun's hand, nodded slowly, "Yes."

"Very well, that's it." Yuanchun bowed to Ah Fu, turned and left, "If I can come back alive, I will personally apologize to you."

# # #

The Arkham Asylum was attacked, the security force was completely paralyzed, and all dangerous psychos ran out.

Information came from everywhere one by one, and one piece of news was worse than the other.

"No wonder it was so quiet the past two days. It turned out to be a big mess." Jason gritted his teeth angrily.He tried to use the program to track down the prisoner, his hands crackling on the laptop keyboard.Knocking, knocking, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and at the same time, a huge panic rose in his heart, as if he was about to lose something very important.

"What's wrong?" Batman caught Jason's absence.

"...I don't know." Jason put his hands on his chest, his expression blank, "I just have a... bad feeling."

Batman pondered for a few seconds, then called Ah Fu, and asked straight to the point: "Where's Xiaochun?"

"Miss is doing homework in the study." Ah Fu wondered why Batman asked Yuan Chun, "Do you need me to call her?"

Batman: "No need."

# # #

After a lapse of 15 years, Yuan Jun returned to his birthplace.

The passageway has been refurbished, and a burning torch is placed at intervals on the stone wall, illuminating the gloomy and cold underground cave like daytime.A man in a cloak stood in the middle of the road. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up at Yuanchun, his eyes filled with malice that even the glasses could not hide.

"Look, who is here," Carlos smiled, "Didn't Your Highness say that he will never have anything to do with us again?"

Facing Carlos' ridicule, Yuanchun appeared extremely calm, as if she didn't see him, she walked straight past him.

"Your adoptive mother... what's the name of that woman?" The moment the two passed by, Carlos suddenly lowered his voice, "Forget it doesn't matter, I ordered her to be killed—"

Carlos couldn't finish his sentence, his hoarse roar replaced the rest of the words, he fell to the ground, rolled in embarrassment, his face was extremely distorted in pain.

Yuanchun looked at Carlos coldly, and clenched her raised right hand into a fist. With a simple movement of her fingers, she crushed the man's legs.

It wasn't until this moment that Carlos realized how terrifying Genchun really was. Fear seized his heart. He struggled to support the ground with his hands, and kept rubbing back, trying to escape.

"Life for life, is it fair?" Yuan Chun stretched out his palm, ready to pinch it a second time.

The underground temple suddenly shook violently, a huge energy wave rushed out from the end of the tunnel, and the violent gust directly overturned Carlos far away, Yuanchun closed his eyes subconsciously, held the cold wall with one hand, and slightly Bend down and try to stand still.

The wind was mixed with subtle "click" sounds from far to near, and the originally cold stone wall became even colder. Something came oncoming, devouring the temperature and vitality along the way.

Yuanchun opened his eyes, and the surrounding area was foggy, and his visibility quickly decreased.There was a faint tingling sensation from her fingertips, she withdrew her hand, and saw a little dark red blood and blackened strangle marks on her fair fingertips.

The next second, the blood drops suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding fog billowed up, and there seemed to be someone whispering contentedly in the fog.

The mist, as thin as fishing line, lacerated her skin and sucked her blood.

Genjun put his finger in his mouth to stop the bleeding, released magic power to cover his whole body, and continued to move forward.

She knew what it was that the Misty Temple opened the door and wanted to release.

The embers after the destruction of the world and the ineffective residue filtered out after the creation of the world are mixed into the form of fog, which surrounds and fills the cracks in the entire universe, known as the chaotic sea of ​​fog.It has no thoughts, no personality, and no communication. Its only nature is destruction, and it will want to devour everything insatiably.

"It's really troublesome." Yuanchun sighed, using magic power to condense a large number of arrows, which fanned out behind him.

The chaotic sea of ​​fog and Yuanchun are of the same level. If the gap in the plane torn apart by the divine descent ceremony is wide enough to allow too much fog to flow in, Yuanchun is really not sure how to drive it out without leaking a single drop.

But Gotham is the city that Jason and Bruce are desperately trying to protect, and she has also promised, it is not good to break her promise.

——Then father, for this city, how much can you do?

--Do my best.

"Okay, I'll do my best." Yuan Chun sensed the state of Jason and Bruce from a distance, and finally put a layer of protection on them, and then walked towards the place where the fog was thickest.

She is very clear that in Batman's mouth, the true meaning of "doing my best" is actually everything.

# # #

The above is the unknown story that happened in a corner of Gotham four years ago.

Lucia Williams finally tried her best to go back in time to before the appearance of Yuanchun on this day.

Lucia wanted to turn the pointer back again, but for her, this time point was already the limit. After all, the power she used to reverse time still relied on the holy grail made by Yuanchun's alchemy body, which was the same as her once. Memories and emotions of the past 15 years sacrificed.

The god descending ceremony was successful, the space barrier was torn apart, and a passage was forcibly opened.

This time Yuanchun will not come to disrupt the situation, she is trapped in the turbulent flow of time.

Without its only stopper, the mist pours its way down the passage into the living world, staining everything into rotten ashes.

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