Collapse, crossing Otto, the road to becoming a god

Then she froze.

Pure white flowers filled the room, surrounding a colorful wall. The fragrance of lilies was not pungent, but the number of them filled her nose with a fragrant fragrance.

Cecilia walked closer to the wall and gently flicked the colors on it - the colors were not colored paints, but sticky notes with many different writings on them.

"Welcome back, Lady Cecilia!"

"You are my savior!"

"Siberia will always love you!"

——These are all messages to her.

"Ding dong."

The terminal sounded, and a link appeared on the screen. She opened the website and saw her Q-version humanoid.

"Cecilia is the best in the world."

As if the walls could not be filled with the support of the Valkyries for her, a new place appeared on Tianming's terminal. Many people entered and registered, and then she saw such a forum full of blessings.

Among them, from time to time, we can find out how the Valkyries missed her in the past few years... It seems that many Valkyries have been missing her...

Wait, comments from previous years?

This forum is not new…

The white-haired woman was stunned for a moment, looking at several blessings that were refreshed even though the time was very early.

Then, Cecilia's cherry lips curved into a beautiful arc, and she smiled like a flower.

It was an evening when she returned home with the pain of being suspected by her family and slandered by her close friends. She saw blessings all over the wall; she opened the terminal and saw a forum of nostalgia.

The fragrance of the residence under the sunset is astounding, but not pungent. You can see the thoughts and intentions all over the walls.

The forum was also filled with enthusiasm. Countless people who knew her and did not know her, were favored by her or admired her gathered here to send blessings to her and tell her that the whole world was welcoming the return of the Saint.

And she replied with a smile, and then refreshed one "old" post after another, covering her lips, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

This reminded her of her annual outings with that man a long time ago.

He always stood behind her like this, quietly arranging everything so that she could enjoy the greatest happiness in the few leisure hours she had.

It has been many years since she said goodbye to this world.

And the atmosphere between the lines seems to be from many years ago.

Chapter 70 It doesn’t matter, it’s all the same

The mysterious starlight praised by the poet will not shine on this palace, and the sunshine that warms life will never be here.

This is a secret realm forgotten in the realm of imaginary numbers. The sky is a black dome of chaos and silence.

If someone accidentally breaks into this place, their torches will illuminate the gray border with the smell of death around them, and then go out in an instant.

Then the uninvited visitor will most likely never see the light of day again.

Maria Shaniat walked through the gloomy halls in a twisty but skillful way, passing through curtains with unknown decorations and mechanisms as sharp as the teeth of a sleeping dragon, and arrived at the end of the palace.

The silence here is like a pair of dark eyes staring into the shadows, hiding immense pressure.

The woman stood there waiting. For her, most of the time, she could only stay awake by silently counting her heartbeats to ensure that she would not sink into the dark abyss of the world.

"I pray for your response,"

Finally, as if she had been waiting for something, Maria put her right hand on her chest, her tone full of longing:

“I pray to those who gaze into the depths of the black abyss;

I pray for the loved ones of the past;

I pray for the attendants of the King of the End.

I pray for your gaze to allow me to come to the sanctuary to communicate with you. "

After saying the prayer, Mary continued to wait there, silently counting her heartbeats.

And after she counted to thirteen times, the darkness in front of her eyes suddenly exploded, and a mass of ink surrounded Maria, instantly submerging her whole body like running water.

When she regained her thinking ability, a shimmering throne appeared in front of her eyes, vaguely illuminating the silver figure with closed eyes on the side.

A beautiful woman is nestled next to the throne. The silver fabric is tightly wrapped around her body. The layers are layered but not complicated, and she outlines the graceful curves of her slender waist and rounded body.

Her skin was frosty and snow-like, without any other color. Her long silver-white hair spread like a waterfall, with a few strands of hair falling on her breasts, rising and falling with her gentle breathing.

The woman is stunningly beautiful, and can be said to be the most beautiful woman in the world, but under the hazy and dreamy silver light, her beauty is a bit unreal, like a sculpture completed by the Supreme Being a long time ago, and therefore stained with a divine spirit that cannot be erased by time. Holy light.

"Your Highness."

Maria Chaniat whispered.

After a while, the woman's long eyelashes trembled slightly, she slowly straightened her body, and her starry eyes opened.

They were a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, as pure as crystal, and as ethereal as the cold wind blowing through the snowfield.

It's just that those beautiful crystal eyes are neither sad nor happy, and seem to lack a bit of human flavor.

Maria quickly lowered her head, not daring to meet the eyes of the woman in front of her.

——This is not because the other party has the ability to look directly into stone like Medusa, or because of the majesty of a superior person.

However, when the Shaniyat patriarch was about to look at those beautiful eyes, a strong and complicated emotion would inexplicably emerge in her heart, making her lose the ability to think.

His Highness said, this is a wonderful mechanism involving resonance - Maria didn't understand it, but she didn't ask any more questions.

Since the other party rescued her and her sister from the inevitable collapse incident a few years ago, she has become accustomed to not asking for details, but to silently complete any order of the self-proclaimed saint of Apokalis, at most The moment she heard it, take a random guess at what she was thinking.

His Highness also praised her for her cleverness. According to His words, she could not bear the burden of the [information] itself and would be horribly [eroded].

——It’s funny to say it. She seems to understand even this sentence.

"Your Highness," Maria Shaniat lowered her head and said humbly, "Lord Otto has announced the return of Sister Cecilia."

"Your Majesty Otto."

The woman murmured softly, her tone was gentle and soft, full of unconcealable reverence and joy.

Those eyes that were originally as ethereal as crystal suddenly took on color, as if the gods were kissing her forehead and dotting her eyes. They were filled with light, and all the brilliance of the world fell on her eyebrows.

"As you said before, Lord Otto looks a little changed now,"

Maria continued,

"His behavior was more domineering than before, and his clothing also changed dramatically - instead of wearing the purple dress, he changed into a white and gold bishop's dress."

"Very good," the woman smiled lightly, "my true believer, my god - he has finally returned to his destiny."

back?

Maria couldn't help but feel strange in her heart.

"Don't wonder about my choice of words, girl,"

The woman saw the confusion of the Shaniyat patriarch, but had no intention of explaining.

"Ah, this is not an order - this is just advice, because all your guesses will not be consistent with the reality of this world."

She looked towards the dome, her eyes as unfathomable as the darkness, and her voice became light and airy, like a vague song coming from afar:

"The journey is about to begin, and the King's return has arrived. The future will rise from the ground, and the world has fallen into a fear called destiny."

Maria felt a gaze falling on her. At this time, the ethereal and illusory voice continued:

"I hope that the Shaniyat family can work together to surround Him, as they have for the past 500 years, to build an indestructible Imperial Guard of Destiny for Him and become His god-killing lance."

“That’s a good thing — for anybody.”

She paused and then said calmly:

"Of course, the Shaniyat family also has the right to fade away from the best and worst of this era; you have devoted five hundred years to him, and destiny has an eternal crown reserved for you."

An elegant and beautiful smile appeared on the woman's face:

"It's okay, it's all the same."

Maria shuddered suddenly because of the insipidity of the last sentence - or, in other words, indifference.

She shook her head quickly and bowed to answer: "Since Eleanor's ancestor, Lord Otto has always been Shaniat's heart."

"You will not regret this great decision," the woman seemed very satisfied with Maria's reply, "Your Majesty Otto, he will not treat any of his followers badly."

"I believe this," Maria replied seriously. "In today's Presbyterian Council, Lord Otto gave Shaniyat the fourth generation Valkyrie armor."

Although, this was at the cost of estrangement between "Cecilia" and her family... Maria lamented in her heart.

But as she said to Anna at the banquet, she can only be [Cecilia] first, and then [Shagnat].

"I know very well what you will have to pay. But please believe that Your Majesty will never mistreat the Shaniyat family who are loyal to Him."

"Shagnat, I will not betray the trust of the bishop and you." Maria replied.

"I believe in Shaniyat; He believes in Shaniyat - so you don't need to be nervous, don't worry."

"There are no obstacles in the world that He cannot overcome; we will eventually stand in His Kingdom of God and enjoy the dazzling Holy Glory."

She said as if chanting, straightened up and touched the armrest of the throne, her beautiful crystal eyes were pious and serious:

"In the last days,

The mountain of the temple will be established;

Beyond the peaks,

Lift it high over the mountains. "

"All nations will flee to this mountain."

……

"Theresa Apokalis! The Bishop is calling!"

"Hang up immediately, immediately, now! Whoever you like will pick up!"

The red-haired woman frowned and looked distressedly at Theresa, who was wrapped in a quilt on the bed and venting her temper loudly.

The principal of the elementary school has been hiding under the quilt since he came back sick yesterday, yelling to go back quickly.