[Black Butler] Noah's Ark

A pitch-black figure was moving forward at a fast speed. Even if the forest was dark and dark, the trunks were hanging and criss-crossing, and the ground was bumpy and rough, her speed could not be affected.

Suddenly, a snow-white figure swooped down from the top of the forest, approaching the shadow running through the forest, and then, a strong sound of metal collision resounded from the darkness.

The snow-white angel smiled softly and blocked Sylvia's way, while Sylvan swung her sickle silently at her.

While dodging the other party's attack without killing intent, Angela asked her with a smile: "Long time no see, Sylvia, you are really rude~ Where are you going in such a hurry?"

Sylvie was still moving forward, but at a much slower speed than just now. At this speed, it might not be too late to talk to him there.Sylvielen stopped attacking, and gave Angela a disgusted look, "What's the matter, if not, can I ask you to go away."

Angela didn't care about Sylvie's words. It would be better to say that she was even a little excited when she saw Sylvan's expression at this time. If she could awaken the other party's true ability, then when the time comes..."Don't be so Indifference, Sylvia, didn't I say, we are the same kind~"

"It seems that you have nothing to do with me." Sylvellen interrupted the angel who was intoxicated talking to himself, and held the pure black death sickle again and pointed at the angel, "Now, please consciously make way."

Angela spread her wings and rose into the air with white feathers, "What if I don't?" As soon as the words fell, the feathers that were originally lightly fluttered turned into sharp arrows and stabbed at Sylvellen.

"It's a waste of time." With a wave of the sickle in her hand, Sylvia easily fended off the miscellaneous hairs, walked away in a flash, and continued on her way. There are many things to discuss with Diedrich tonight, waiting for the arrangement After it's done, tomorrow, tomorrow can go to joker's place.

Angela frowned and looked at Sylvan's look of leaving in a hurry, and then she smiled inexplicably, she lowered her white wings, stood gracefully in the forest, and said to Sylvan's leaving back : "Let me guess why you are in such a hurry to leave, is it for that lowly human being? That dirty circus full of uncleanness, tattered and disabled - the deputy director of the circus? The name seems to be ~Joker? Come on."

Angela's voice was particularly abrupt in this silent forest, and every word she said was heard clearly in Sylvia's ears.

Sylvielen slowed down, turned around, and looked coldly at the angel Angela who was still glowing with white light in the distance.

"My partner, don't show such a scary expression. There are many such human beings in the world. As long as the two of us work together, we will be able to rebuild a perfect world." Angela just stretched out her hand to Sylvan, But he found that his hands were shaking stiffly.

This was a completely different atmosphere from just now, and a strong killing intent enveloped Angela's surroundings.

The pitch-black Grim Reaper silently merged into the darkness, and the air around him seemed to freeze.

Suddenly, there seemed to be some movement behind, Angela turned around suddenly, but there was no one behind her, she concentrated her hearing senses, turned around and observed the surrounding environment, time passed by, There was already a layer of cold sweat on her forehead, even so, she still said bravely: "I never imagined that Lord Angel, who was indifferent to all living beings, would have feelings for such a lowly human being—"

"I also didn't expect that what they did to you in church last time didn't make you reflect at all."

Sylvia, who was behind Angela, sighed helplessly, raised the sickle to Angela's waist, and put the other hand on Angela's neck and slowly tightened it. He whispered in his ear: "You can continue to live in other places, why do you come here and say something deliberately to try to provoke me? What is your purpose? Do you want to experience death?"

Angela smiled suddenly: "This distance is enough."

"What?" Sylvie frowned, and immediately let her go.

Everything was in the blink of an eye. As soon as Angela grasped Sylvia's sickle, blood flowed out of her hand immediately, she spread her wings, and the sharp feathers cut Sylvia's neck, and Sylvia was heartbroken. Startled, before she could make a move, Angela rushed towards her with all her strength, and that hand that was bleeding profusely transformed into a golden tapered sword from the air, and the ray of light passed directly through it. Sylvia's heart, the angel's blood quickly merged with Sylvia's blood, and the wound disappeared.

"You...what did you do..." Sylvie was unable to get up and collapsed on the ground, but felt that her vision became more and more blurred, and gradually felt that she was surrounded by golden light, golden, warm , familiar...is this, in a dream?

Angela, no, it should be Yaxiu now. He watched Sivelen's transformation little by little with satisfaction. When the light faded, he knelt on one knee and said in an extremely excited tone, "I finally hoped for you to come here." Now, my dear Lord Throne Angel, finally, I can finally touch you who is supreme and pure." As he said, he stretched out his hand and wanted to embrace her in his arms.

"It's too bad, Angel~ With you messing around like this, isn't Xiaosheng's years of hard work all in vain?"

"Who!" Yaxiu's hand stopped in the air, and he turned his head to stare at the person who disturbed the atmosphere, "Who are you? God of death!"

The funeral house appeared from the darkness with a silver-white sickle on its shoulders, its long silver-white hair was tied behind its back, and its firefly green pupils were especially permeating in the night, "Really? Death, what a nostalgic title. "

Ash got up and acted defensively, and stood in front of Sylvia, "It's really annoying, what's your purpose this time?"

"Purpose, I have only one purpose for coming here. Can Mr. Yaxiu return Xiaoqian to Xiaosheng?"

The funeral room raised its hand and caressed the skeleton on the sickle, and the moment he raised his eyes, his tone changed: "Well~ the answer is actually not important, because you probably won't be able to leave here alive today."

***

The voice of God echoed in the hall, and he slowly walked down from the top of the steps, "Welcome back, my child. I hope you don't blame my father for forcing you to the human world. My father is for your own good. You can Do you know the purpose of it?"

In the bright and holy palace, there is still a thin layer of flowing clouds on the ground. An angel with pale golden hair stands respectfully in the palace. Behind her is a pair of wings of the same length. "Yes."

This beautiful angel was the first angel sent many years ago. Hearing the words of God the Father, she raised her head and asked, "Is God the Father trying to change my heart?"

God nodded, slowly raised his right hand, and a pure black sickle appeared in front of the angels, "Do you remember this sickle?"

"This is Death's Scythe... So this sickle was given to me by God the Father." The angel reached out to catch the sickle that was moving towards her, and the moment she held the cane, the pure black shell transformed into white gold , the sharp blade of the sickle also disappeared, leaving only a polygonal gemstone with white light shining inside. The angel looked at Father God and asked, "Why did you give me the reincarnation stone?"

"Speaking of which, Sylvieren is such a good name, go quickly, my child, and fulfill the promise you haven't fulfilled." God said this, and fondled her soft blond hair, "Already almost It's too late."

An extremely dazzling white light shot over, and Sylvelen quickly raised her arm to cover it, and then lost consciousness uncontrollably.

***

"Joker..."

It was just such a soft murmur from Sylvellen that the funeral house lowered its head helplessly and lightly pressed against the top of her head, holding her tightly with both hands, and said in a complaining tone: "What a lady!" You ungrateful little girl, Xiaosheng is obviously by your side all the time."

"Joker...wait for me..."

"No, Xiaoqian." Sighing, she gently gathered the coat covering her body, her hands still hugged her tightly, probably she would leave after waking up.

The carriage of the funeral home stopped on the mountain, and there was a luxurious mansion not far from the cliff, and some bad things were happening in that mansion.

The funeral room narrowed its eyes. He knew that the man who had confused Xiaoqian was also inside, but that man would not be able to survive without him, after all, he was just a weak human being.

After a long time, flames appeared in that mansion, and the devil emerged from the sea of ​​flames with his contractor in his arms. Sylvieron's consciousness also returned to her body, and the light faded. He opened his eyes under the gaze.

"thank you teacher."

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