Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 561 Archangel of Rhythmic Water
The girl was somewhat surprised by the saint's sudden change of attitude, but she was not panicked. She thought quietly for a few seconds.

"Didn't Philuselin say before that she couldn't detect my origins?" The other party should not be lying.

"Yes, it's surprising precisely because its origin cannot be detected," replied Philuselin.

"The angels sleeping in the Sea of ​​Aegaka all have names, a total of 365 of them. I know every one of them, and I understand the status of every one of them, but none of them fits your situation."

"But you are indeed an angel, both in body, mind and soul." Philuselin's golden eyes seemed to be burning as she stared at Heshia quietly.

"It's too perfect to be natural." After saying this, she slowly shook her head.

"In addition to the angel advent ceremony, there is another group of people in the world who can also create souls similar to angels, and this is the prototype of the dark sun."

"In essence, the principles of the Dark Sun and the Sun Crown of the Glorious Era are exactly the same, but the Dark Suns are not the four great original souls. They cannot withstand the impact of tens of billions or hundreds of billions of spiritual consciousness. They can only castrate the foundation of the Throne of God and make the spiritual consciousness of their 'new race' become simple and unified, so that they can be easily manipulated and controlled."

"Unfortunately, no matter how strong a person's will is, it cannot withstand the assimilation of hundreds of millions of times the spiritual wishes. After all, artificially created souls are not the four originals, and the light of the dark sun cannot illuminate the entire galaxy. Sooner or later, they will be devoured by the creed they created, and step by step become pathetic divine dead things."

"The reason why the angels sleep in the depths of the Aegeka Sea is to avoid the assimilation of this prayer. They only display the power of this gathered prayer through the descent of some of their abilities."

"The reason why you don't notice anything unusual now is simply because you haven't reached your limit yet." Philuselin shook her head.

"Give up your identity as a singer and stay here for the rest of your life. I will have the cult reserve a place for you."

"What happens if I leave?"

"You will slowly, through the influence of the Songstress, spontaneously gather the wishes of countless lives, until one day, your mechanism as the dark sun is triggered, and a new sun crown rises, but this is also destined to be the beginning of tragedy."

"Thank you for telling me this, but what if I don't agree to stay?"

"The reason I dare to tell you these things, Heshia, is because I don't want to do anything despicable and deceptive, and also because I am sure I can keep you here." Philuselin raised the golden staff, and the golden light sand surrounding the entire hall began to flow, like billions of stars surrounding the two of them.

The world seemed to melt here, and everything turned into flowing liquid.

At this moment, gravity and space became distorted, as if being underwater with various undercurrents, and everything lost its original direction.

In response, the girl shook her head gently and took off her hood. Her bright blue eyes looked at the saint who was singing with her eyes closed. A long sword made of transparent blue crystal appeared in her hand, and a blue bird feather also appeared between her eyebrows.

A shadow like a phoenix with spread wings appeared behind the girl, and then she turned into a flowing green shadow and pierced the saint in front of her with flaming hair and a long skirt.

However, the distance that could have been crossed in an instant now seemed like a chasm in the sky. The surrounding space was like quicksand, and any movement was met with a sense of resistance.

Facing the girl's attack, Philuselin held the staff horizontally, her eyes slightly closed, and the poems she recited became clearer and clearer.

"I will become a vast, flowing fire."

“Dispel the haze of confusion”

"Guarding the last order of this world"

“No matter how many times”

"From the darkness"

"From all evil"

"From all despair and chaos"

When she opened her eyes again, sacred symbols blossomed in her pupils, and three pairs of brilliant white wings slowly extended and opened from behind her, while her aura rose steadily and her figure floated up.

The wings burning with pale red flames reflected a faint golden light, so sacred, and at the tip of each feather, there was a faint wisp of silk, sinking into the space behind, as if connecting to another world.

When its hymn is sung, thousands of voices sing together, like the ringing of a huge bell, and the whole world is brilliant and bright.

The feeling of oppression coming from high above made the girl feel a burning sensation just by looking at it. Such power was no longer something that only Sequence 7 transcendents could possess. It was even quite rare among Sequence 8 transcendents and was the true pinnacle of the world today.

This is not good, Tilan smiled bitterly in her heart, if things go wrong she will really have to stay here.

However, since the situation has become like this, it seems that we can only use all our best skills.

I never thought that I would be the vessel of the Dark Sun. However, this seemed to make sense. Why did my father always keep a distance from the two of them? He probably knew some truth.

When Tilan made up her mind, an extremely hot and dazzling flame fell from the sky. This stream of fire contained pure orange-red particles, each of which contained unimaginable high temperature and flames. When it passed by, even the space around the stream of fire was slightly distorted. If hit by such a stream of fire, even a Sequence 7 creature with extremely strong defense would be evaporated and killed on the spot.

This angel sister really thinks highly of herself to use such a trick.

There was light flowing in Tilan's eyes, and then she opened her hands. Countless bright blue light sands gathered and condensed from the surrounding void, and then black branches and leaves wrapped around her sleeves. The azure roses quickly bloomed, and two long and narrow daggers extended and were held in the girl's hands.

"Cut the two swords and flash the wings"

A dark blue lightning flashed across the golden quicksand, instantly shuttled through and turned seven times in the falling fire stream, and then escaped.

"Hu——Hu——" Tilan covered her chest and gasped, with beads of sweat oozing out of her forehead.

When she looked up again, the originally descending stream of fire had stopped in the air, as if solidified into transparent glass. Then cracks extended and shattered, while several faint space gaps still remained in the air.

High in the sky, Philuselin's expression remained unchanged. She seemed not surprised by such a result. In her opinion, it was a low probability event if the vessel of the dark sun died so easily under the stream of fire.

She sang the hymn again, the sound was melodious and long, and when Tilan rose like a morning star, a number of pure white lightsabers appeared beside the six-winged archangel.

"Heaven's Decree: Sealed Sword of Light"

The staff was swung, and lightsabers flew down one after another, but the girl dodged them all easily, and then she slashed at the six-winged angel in the air with a sword.

The dark blue sword blade splashed sparkling sparks on the tin staff and broke a gap. After the grudge, Philuselin showed no desire to fight and leaped back. Layers of light sand flooded the space between the two of them. The distance between them was only more than ten meters, but it seemed like they were thousands of miles apart.

When Tilan tried to rush through the flowing light sand again, her body seemed to be out of control. She was swept to the other side by the light sand and rolled down from the sky.

What is this? The girl was surprised. This was not something that could be done by ordinary secret methods. She even felt the same aura of power as herself.

In order to escape from the turbulence, Tilan turned over again, and the sword in her hand bloomed like a flower, cutting through the dense space and breaking off the strange turbulence.

Flying and circling to avoid the lightsabers falling from the sky, the mark symbols in the girls' eyes flickered, and then their figures flashed, and seven identical black-haired girls separated in the air.

They each held two swords in their hands, shuttling back and forth in the air, dodging the flashing swords while rushing towards the burning-winged angel suspended in the air.

In response, Philuselin raised her right hand and slightly opened her fingers. A slight buzzing sound rang out throughout the space. It turned out that the fallen lightsabers did not disappear, but were inserted diagonally into the ground and walls. When they flashed again, thin threads of light emerged from the end of the hilt. These threads blocked the airspace, and any objects that passed through were easily cut in half.

Looking at the silk thread passing through her chest, the girl looked at the "herself" that was scattered into pieces in the air, and her eyes slowly closed. All the "Tilan" turned into azure crystal powder and dissipated, then condensed on the ground again, turning into the only black-haired girl.

Before she could stand firmly, the ground beneath her feet seemed to flow, becoming a sea of ​​pale golden light particles, and her body slowly sank into it.

This?
In response, Tilan had to spread her transparent cicada wings again and fly out.

Ability related to mobility? The girl gradually understood.

She leaped up again, her figure moving rapidly like a stream of light in this densely filamented space, avoiding the slashing and piercing of various lightsabers, dodging the falling fire from the sky, until she was at the same height as the six-winged angel.

Then the girl closed her eyes slightly, and her soft singing voice echoed in the sky. Her body swayed like flowing water, allowing any impact to pass directly through her body, as if she was in another dimension.

“The secret art of space…” The girl seemed to hear Philuselin’s sigh, and then she opened her eyes. A brilliant full moon appeared faintly behind her, shining with a cold light.

Originally, she thought that Philuselin would interfere and attack during this process, but until the full moon appeared, Philuselin still did not make a move, but just floated quietly in the air and watched and waited.

"You are truly a special being. Perhaps I shouldn't call you the vessel of the pitch-black sun. It would be more appropriate to call you the vessel of the pitch-black moon."

"Even so, you still have no chance of winning." Philuselin also sang in a clear voice, and then a brilliant golden sun slowly emerged behind her.

The sun was shining brightly, and the golden flame it emitted was like a warm current surrounding the space. It was like being at the bottom of warm water, with a feeling of rippling water and everything was hazy.

……

'You know, all actions are based on a certain coordinate base point.'

Tilan heard a voice coming from the other side of the water waves, and when she listened again, the other party seemed to have changed position and came to her left.

No, it wasn't that Philuselin changed her position, but that I changed direction.

Tilan suddenly became alert and realized the meaning of the other party's words.

She tried to adjust her direction, but no matter how she turned she couldn't find anywhere to gain leverage.

This world could no longer sense up, down, left, or right. There was light particle liquid flowing in every direction. Any movement she made was nothing more than swaying in the current, and she could not escape it at all.

According to her observations when she came in, this prayer hall was no more than 200 meters wide. At this distance, she should hit the wall very quickly, but she kept drifting in this light particle liquid and never encountered it.

Even if she wanted to spread her wings and fly, it was as if she was standing still. When she flew at high speed, the water also flowed at high speed. When she stopped, the water also flowed slowly. The whole world became a hazy and invisible cage. Any attack quickly disappeared in the water without leaving a trace. She could never touch the boundary and could never clearly sense her own position.

……

This is the only way, the girl thought to herself. She no longer tried to break out of the turbulence, but floated quietly with her palms raised.

As she moved, the bright blue in the girl's eyes became colder and colder. Unconsciously, tiny frost appeared around her and then gradually spread.

"Ding-ling-ding-ling--"

The sound of ice cracking began to spread and continued to extend until more than ten seconds later, when the flowing light particles in the entire space stopped and turned into frozen ice crystals.

"Crack." A slight crack appeared, and then the ice crystals in the entire space collapsed, falling on the black marble floor and turning into snow-white powder.

Standing on the ground again, Tilan found that she was actually only five meters away from Philuselin. The other party was floating in the air at this moment, and the three pairs of wings were bright and brilliant, with a faint golden light flowing. Two of the wings were bent to protect Philuselin in the middle.

The ice crystals on the ground gradually dissipated, and Philuselin spread her wings again, looking at Heshia with a little surprise.

"This is the power of a witch." She realized that this was not an ability that a singer should have.

"But the witch's power also comes from the fragments of the crown. You are becoming more and more surprising." She seemed to be rethinking whether she should force Heshia to stay here. ...

Finally, she shook her head and said, "I still can't let you go out. After all, you are too special."

After saying that, she became serious again and raised the golden staff in her hand, but this time Tilan did not give her a chance. She rushed out almost the moment she opened her mouth, and then made a few turns of the sword, and the staff in Philuselin's hand slipped and broke into several sections with clear cross-sections.

And when Heshia was about to fight with Philuselin, although the opponent had no weapons, her body was extremely flexible. She moved lightly in the air as if swimming and dancing, avoiding the girl's sword light and trajectory.

The other party also has power, and it should be extremely targeted at her "flow", Tilan quickly realized this.

No wonder she claimed to be a saint serving Sifnaileen. It seemed that she really inherited some of Sifnaileen's power.

"If that's all, you can't defeat me, Tilan." Philuselin's voice was still gentle.

After dodging the girl's silver sword arc once again, she jumped up, her wings behind her flapping, and her figure was like a snow-white bird flying straight into the dome.

Philuselin, who had lost her staff, opened her hands and chanted hymns. A warm golden sun slowly emerged in her heart. With the appearance of this sun, the space turned into flowing liquid again, and everything was in turbulence.

In response to this, while Philuselin had not yet fully gained control, Tilan leaped forward, and the sword in her hand turned into a blooming silver lotus, piercing straight into the beautiful angel in the air.

"Don't go forward." A strange voice came across the space, and then four vortices emerged in this space. Four priestesses who also had wings on their backs appeared. They held golden staffs and stood guard in front of Philuselin, building layers of golden barriers to block the silver blade that was stabbing at them.

Like shattering glass, these barriers shattered layer by layer in the sword light, but when Tilan was about to take another step forward, the whirlpool-like water flow turned and trapped her inside.

Three seconds later, tiny cracks appeared in the water flow, and then the water flow in the entire vortex turned into large pieces of solidified ice crystals and dispersed.

This happened every time. Tilan felt helpless and uncomfortable. This kind of barrier and obstruction to the flow existed. Unless she used her power to neutralize and offset it, she could not move quickly.

After breaking through the obstruction of the four priestesses, she shattered the hazy water barrier and finally saw the six-winged angel behind the scenes again.

"You're late, Tilan."

The original small sun in front of Philuselin had disappeared, and a blue water ball floated in front of her. When Tilan appeared, she held up the water ball, and the light inside flickered like billions of star sands, until it was higher than her head. Then the water ball rotated, and a vortex tearing through space and time appeared.

"Sifnaileen's Sigh"

In an instant, the water ball burst, and a pure stream of water spiraled out like a river pouring down from the sky, drowning the girl's sight and everything.

All space and time disappeared in an instant, and she lost all perception, unable to even tear or move space.

ended……

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It seemed like several centuries had passed. When Tilan opened her eyes again, she found herself still lying on the floor of the prayer hall. Besides her, the only person here was the flame-haired saint who was still kneeling in front of the portrait and praying.

Philuselin stood up slowly, the end of her snow-white classical dress dragging across the ground, and she walked slowly in front of her.

"What happened to me just now?" The girl covered her forehead, unsure of what had just happened, as if she was dreaming.

"What happened just now was true." Philuselin spoke gently, then helped the girl up and let her sit carefully on the chair beside her.

"So who was I just now?" The girl remembered that her mind went blank at the last moment.

"You've died once just now." Seeing her sit down, Philuselin turned around again and came under the huge portrait.

This is a portrait of Sifnaline. The original angel in the painting is wearing a classical long dress similar to Philuselene's, with six wings on her back. She seems to be in the sea, surrounded by wave patterns.

"The primordial current will drown your consciousness, and any soul will be purified and dispersed by it, turning into foam." Philuselin explained while kneeling in front of the portrait and praying.

"But you survived, like an indestructible diamond."

"I cannot explain this phenomenon, but if this is the will of the Primordial Water, I should not disobey Lady Sifnailen's decision."

"I was wrong. I'm sorry." She apologized sincerely.

"This..." Tilan, who originally wanted to be angry, didn't know what to do now. She checked herself and it seemed that she had no wounds, and even her clothes were intact. If it weren't for the wet marks on the edge of her skirt, she would have thought that she had just had a dream.

"You are very special, even I find it difficult to judge." Philuselin stood up and shook her head slightly.

"You have the characteristics of an angel, the talents of a diva, and powers similar to a witch."

"Don't worry, I won't tell outsiders about your background and situation."

"If possible, I would like to ask Heshia for a favor."

"what's up?"

"Can you serve as His Highness Brunard's saint like me?" Philuselin raised her head and looked at Tilan with burning eyes.

"Why?" Tilan was puzzled.

"You have this trait in you, and I didn't realize it until the end."

"Lady Sifnaileen is one of the four original beings. Her water can wash away all filth and purify impure and false things. If you were an artificial vessel like the dark sun, you would have dissipated in the water long ago."

"As for the one who can resist His Highness Sifnaileen's power of purification, I can't think of anyone else except His Highness Brunard, the other original who is opposite to her."

"You might say that there are accidents and possibilities in the world, but this is not the case with extraordinary powers, especially when it comes to the most essential and pure soul consciousness."

“Why did the four primordial beings form the first and most glorious and magnificent Sun Crown? Because they were pure enough to remain uncontaminated by spiritual consciousness and maintain their purity. Otherwise, the Sun Crown would have collapsed at the beginning of its construction.

"You can remain lucid and self-reliant after being baptized by the primordial water, which means that you can also maintain yourself under the influx of billions of spiritual consciousnesses. This..." She shook her head.

"Even I can't imagine what kind of talent this is."

"Yes, the 365 sleeping angels are not consistent with you, but above these angels, there are four original ones who are the prototypes of all angels and the symbol of everything flawless."

"If you inherited the power of one of the princes, it would not be surprising that you could do these things."

"I'm not interested in the affairs of the cult, and I'm afraid I can't stay here to serve as a saint. Besides, I'm also a singer and have other missions." Tilan shook her head and declined.

"It's okay. I was presumptuous this time, but as compensation, I still have something to give to Tilan." Philuselin said, and then the side door opened, and the four priestesses who had just met walked in carefully with trays.

There were different things on each of the four trays, and Philuselin took out one of them and introduced it.

"This blue jade water bottle contains the precious elixir of the Water Temple. It can provide pure and flawless top-level magic essence without any side effects. It is enough for a Sequence 7 master to easily reach the magic accumulation required to advance to Sequence 8."

"This water-style long skirt can be transformed into any form of clothing. If you put it on, you can hide yourself in any water flow. Even a Sequence 8 extraordinary life form cannot detect it.

"This black crystal pendant is a token of the Rock Temple. Although Tilan does not want to serve as a saint, you can still use it to recruit members of the cult if you need it."

"This golden staff is also a precious treasure made by the cult. It allows you to easily mobilize Ekakar particles within a radius of more than ten kilometers. It is a necessary item for casting certain large spells."

Although Philuselin said that Tilan didn't have to serve as the Saint of the Rock Temple, she gave Tilan all the necessary props to become a saint.

"Is this really okay?" Tilan was not stupid, she could naturally see the meaning of the other party's gift.

"That's all right." Philuselin lowered her eyes with half closed.

"I don't believe in coincidence, I only believe in miracles of destiny. Since you have the conditions to achieve all miracles, it is only a matter of time before you can change the world."

“Rather than judging a person based on unreliable deeds and words, I trust the judgment of the vast rhythmic water.”

"Oh..." The girl hesitated for a few seconds, and finally sighed and accepted the gifts.

Just as Philuselin said, there are some things she cannot escape. Instead of avoiding various gifts and responsibilities as in the past, it is better to bear it all generously and calmly, and prepare for the challenges in the future.

After the two of them communicated for a while, Tilan walked out of the prayer hall under the base of the statue and left.

……

Long after the girl left, in the hall, Philuselin was still kneeling under the portrait and praying silently until the priestess who sent Tilan away returned.

"She decided to stay here for a few days and read some ancient books."

"It doesn't matter."

……

"Lady Philuselin, do you really believe that she is not the vessel of the dark sun?" The priestess spoke after hesitating for a long time.

"I don't know. Lady Sifnailen is in a deep sleep. There is only so much I can do."

"In fact, no one knows until everything reaches the end, right?"

"Even if she is not the reincarnation of the Primordial Rock, we have to make her believe that she is."

"Do you know the 'prophecy' in ancient mythology?"

"The 'prophecy' that was originally groundless eventually became a kind of reality precisely because people believed in it."

“This is what human life is like. Because we believe, we can overcome all the obstacles and accomplish some miracles.”

“There is no such thing as accident, only the inevitability of ‘belief’.”

(End of this chapter)