Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

“Come on, come on! That’s all!”

She ignored the shaking caused by the sinking ground, and her hands were like nails, nailing the angry monster to the ground and restricting its movements. Then, Rose opened her mouth towards the head that seemed to be covered with a layer of flaming armor.

Along with the dazzling aurora, strong acid, cold, lightning, toxins, sound waves, flames, several types of breath of different colors burst out from her mouth at the same time, corroding life, freezing the atmosphere, paralyzing limbs, depriving movement, crushing matter, burning everything, covering the entire burning figure in it, and then converging, converging, converging with each other, until condensing into a point, condensing into a slender and pure light.

Buzz——————————!!!!!!

The piercing sound could almost pierce the eardrums of everyone around. Along with the buzzing sound, an extremely complex yet pure light penetrated the head of the angry monster. It was a light of pure destructive power, splitting bricks and stones, tearing apart mountains, and shattering the earth. On the ground behind it, there was a deep ravine that was not wide but the end of which could not be seen at a glance.

However, this did not seem to have much effect. The flaming monster seemed to have completely lost its physical body. She was like a real burning flame. The invisible "head" that was blasted away re-condensed in the blink of an eye. She also took advantage of the situation to burst out power behind her, shattering all the rocks beneath her. She easily broke free from the restraints and then slashed at Rose with a sword.

The sword blade made no sound, only the dancing hurricane revealed its presence. The dragon's wrist and horn were cut off, and above the dragon, a huge and smooth crack ran through the ground and the ground, cutting off a corner of the Cathedral of Alexandria and splitting the poisonous cloud in the distant sky.

“Ga—hahahahaha! It’s my turn next!”

The dragon named Rose just laughed wildly, and had no sense of being hurt at all.

"Luna... Lady..."

Yes, that was Luna, Lunicia, her savior. Even if she looked shapeless, even if she exuded sadness and anger that she felt unfamiliar with, even if she was wrapped in flames and burned by flames, she would never make a mistake. The one who was constantly being broken apart and constantly cutting pieces off from the enemy was undoubtedly Lunicia.

What should I do——I must do something. The battle was tense, and it seemed increasingly unfavorable to Lunicia. It seemed that they were still evenly matched, but Rose's fighting skills seemed to be improving at a speed visible to the naked eye, while Lunicia could only dance wildly like an instinct, swinging her sword with pure and straightforward violence. If this continued, Lunicia would be defeated sooner or later.

But what can I do?

I couldn't even move, I couldn't even hold the hilt of the sword, I was about to die, what could I do?

"Move...ah..."

Move, move quickly, useless self, born for the savior.

Move quickly, move at all costs, and then do something to prove your worth to your savior.

“Hurry up…Hurry up…!”

——Hurry up, what are you doing?

The girl's clear laughter echoed in my ears.

"..."

In response, Ella simply remained silent.

——Desire brings sin, and sin contaminates you and turns you into a swan that cannot fly. Oh, my rudeness, my master. Your wings have long been broken. You are a corpse that can only crawl in the mud to vent your desire, and rot bit by bit.

The girl's voice is charming and sweet, tempting people to fall and surrender.

"..."

Ella remained silent.

This was a conversation based on the heart. Before it ended, everything around her would seem to be still, suspended in the time in her mind. She had plenty of time to be silent - and to go crazy.

Black and purple swords were inserted on her left and right. The girl's eyeballs fell from the swords, rolling like glass beads. One pupil had purple pupils, and the other had black pupils. They were originally embedded in the swords of different colors, but now they fell in front of Ella's eyes.

—Admit it, admit it, admit that you are a prisoner of eternal desire.

——Praise, praise, praise the things that have been like this since ancient times, the desire that stretches to eternity.

Similar, approximate, even exactly the same, the voices of the young girl and the young girl echoed in my ears, as they spoke and hummed a creepy lullaby.

"..."

Blood spilled out of the body and flowed onto the ground, outlining the girl's silhouette along with the broken bones and fragments of internal organs. The shadows of the columns, the shadows of the bricks, and the shadow of Ella danced and jumped as if they had life, gathering together, holding hands, and melting into the girl's shadow.

- Come, my beautiful master, come, my insatiable master, give me your heart's desire, your eternal partner, your left hand, your half body, your broken body.

- Come, my seductive master, come, my master whom I miss day and night, entrust your inner desires to me, your fickle dance partner, your right arm, your half body, your broken soul.

————Come on, come on, tell us your wishes and we will fulfill them.

Want to cry.

I want to cry, I want to express my powerlessness, but right now… I can’t even do that.

I, my current self, am a delicate, broken doll.

That's why they were attracted to her, wasn't it? Ella Hepper?

"…………OK."

This is fine. Perhaps, this is indeed the best option right now.

That's the only way you can do something, isn't it, Ella Hepper?

"I give my all... Come, come, fulfill the promise."

————As you wish, our master, the cursed Ella Heper.

The outline of blood and the shadow of the girl together revealed a charming smile.

Chapter 65 Day 3: Punishment

The arms formed by orange flames collided with the claws of the dragon. Neither side gained anything from this fight. The orange flames were dispersed, and the dragon scales and flesh were torn apart. It was equivalent to a blow that was infused with both sides' full strength, but ended up canceling each other out. Neither of them had time to quibble over such things. How many times had they torn each other's flesh just now? Perhaps even they themselves had long forgotten. Amidst the laughter and howling, the only thing they wanted to do was to tear each other into pieces of flesh that could never regenerate.

Even if they put most of their strength on the other side, and one of them deliberately restrained the destruction of the surroundings, the aftermath was enough to be called a disaster. The soldiers of the City Guard and the Guards Division who were originally fighting began to try to evacuate from the underground corridor. Unlike the group of people inside the ceremony hall, they were not strong enough and were guarded by legendary masters. Once the underground collapsed, they would be severely damaged almost immediately. What's more, neither of them had the strength to fight. The original dragon's majesty was enough to make them unstable and unable to hold their swords. Coupled with the terrifying aura that seemed to be as cold as fire, they could only retreat while launching some useless attacks on each other.

"Damn it! Why is there a dragon in the Four Great Families?!"

"How do you know it's a dragon? You've obviously never seen one!"

"I use dragon ribs as weapons every day, how can I not recognize that kind of aura!"

Galazzo's emotions were simply unstable. He urgently wanted to know what happened in the real "main battlefield" in the deepest part of the passage. If possible, he even wanted to drag his weak body forward to help, no matter if it was a dragon or something else. However, his friends held his arms on both sides and dragged him out with all their might, preventing him from doing something that he would only do when he was dizzy.

"Trust them!" Regia almost shouted at the top of her voice, "You will only cause more trouble if you go! At least they are still in a stalemate now, right?"

Stalemate? Perhaps it was true. The two auras collided with each other. This situation had been going on for a while. It seemed that something was fighting with the dragon, and it was so powerful that it had never retreated. Otherwise, they would be nothing more than corpses under the dragon's breath.

"Nonsense! Regia you——"

Just when he wanted to continue speaking, the words suddenly got stuck in his throat.

He - no, that's not right. Not just him. The members of the Young Officers Club, the soldiers of the City Garrison, the officers of the Guards Division, almost everyone present could feel an aura that, although not as distinct as dragon might and rage, was hard to ignore. It was expanding at an alarming rate, spreading and eroding everything around it, like turbid and cold sea water suddenly pouring into the underground.

Slippery, disgusting, shudder-inducing, spine-chilling, creepy.

It was like seeing the smile of the twin priestesses.

Everyone can see their faces that are as delicate as porcelain dolls, their clothes that are so luxurious that they look more like coffins than costumes, their different-colored eyes, their grinning mouths, and their strange smiles that convey unknown emotions.

They were "making their appearance" - they were enjoying the looks that were a mixture of confusion, vigilance, disgust and fear.

This did not directly divert Lunicia and Rose's attention. They had already entered a fierce battle and would not be affected by external factors at all.

"------!"

Rose seemed to utter a certain syllable, a little-known, complex and beautiful word. The ancient language shook the air and made the world change in the direction it wanted. Lunicia's body suddenly paused, and the giant sword that was slashing towards Rose's waist and abdomen lost its power, as if it had to stop for some reason.

Rose swung her tail violently, piercing through Lunesia's abdomen like a blood-red sword, nailing her to the wall. This also allowed Lunesia, who had turned into a flowing flame, to move again. Just as the latter raised her sword, ready to cut her tail in half, Rose opened her mouth again, and the colors overflowing like the aurora surged, and the destructive breath condensed into shape and was about to burst out -

"—turn back the clock."

Click.

The girl's cold voice was accompanied by a flash of silver light. It seemed that she could faintly hear the sound of gears rolling back and see the shape of a dial. Before Rose could really understand what was happening, she was surprised to find that she had somehow returned to the place where Ella and Asheselin had pierced her arms and knocked them away with her wings. The flame demon nailed to her tail disappeared, and the gradually condensed dragon breath lost its target.

puff--

With a slight sound like leather breaking, the light flowing in the dragon's mouth dimmed and gradually went out, and the destructive dragon breath did not appear again.

"He..."

A strange voice came out of Rose's mouth, full of surprise, just like her gaze looking down.

The long black blade pierced her throat. It didn't feel like a sword, but rather like a girl's finger, piercing through scales, skin, muscles, arteries and trachea, as if she was playing with her favorite toy, as if she was teasing her lover's cheek, full of love, greed, desire, and overflowing with love, which was creepy. She would swallow everything of the person she loved as a way of expressing "love" that no one could call correct, or perhaps it could not be called love, but was simply her greed for beautiful things and the desire to possess them for herself.

Looking upward along the long blade, you can see the half-elf girl's slender fingers, her frail arms, her body, her pale skin, and her face that is so beautiful that it is almost suffocating. The blood and scars do not seem to make her look incomplete, but instead give her a different kind of beauty, as if she was born to be a flower that should grow among pools of blood and corpses.

how can that be possible?

How could she still have the energy to move?

Without the dragon's super-regenerative body and the constant support of the prayers, her body was just an ordinary thing covered with scars, her bones were broken, her internal organs were messed up, and her limbs were probably not intact. In this situation, she couldn't even kill herself with a knife, let alone heal herself or take medicine. How could she stand up, raise the sword, and stab her own throat?

Before she could fight back, Ella's figure turned into a phantom butterfly and disappeared from sight. A blazing figure and a roar were heard together. The sword of the Fire Demon tore through the sound barrier and pierced deeply into the dragon's waist and abdomen, almost cutting her body in half. She wanted to recite the dragon's language again, to condense the dragon's breath again, to burn these annoying enemies in front of her into charcoal, but she was shocked to find that her throat was difficult to regenerate, and the artery pierced by the long blade just kept gushing out dragon blood. No matter how much vitality she condensed, the healing speed there did not speed up.

“Ugh…uh…!!!”

Rose's expression was extremely ferocious. She swung out her dragon's tail once again, lashing Lunicia's body like a whip, forcing her to take two steps back. Then, taking advantage of the opportunity when her strength was relaxed, she tightly grasped the white blade that pierced her waist and abdomen, and pulled it out with trembling hands. The dragon's wrist was bearing excessive force, and the excessive pressure caused the blood to break through the restraints of the flesh and blood vessels, bursting out of the body one after another. Lunicia's arm seemed unable to suppress Rose for a while, and the flame on her wrist swayed, as if blown by a strong wind and was about to go out.

They both longed to kill each other, deprive each other of their vitality, and destroy every trace of each other's existence in order to deny each other's existence.

However, there is now a decisive difference between them.

"Reverse the clock."

The cold female voice sounded again, and the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand all moved back, and the gears clicked.

"?!"

Rose once again returned to the position she was in before. The huge force she exerted on her hands suddenly lost its target, blasting the air in vain. Blood gushed out from her waist and abdomen, and her internal organs and muscles squirmed, allowing the wound to quickly recover to its original state. She turned her head, and the pressure that had never dissipated and her fighting instinct allowed her to immediately identify the location of her enemy. However, before she really planned to do anything, a dazzling white light suddenly rushed towards her face. Although the white particles could not even burn her eyelashes, it tore open her vision, leaving her with only a vast expanse of white for a while.

Om-!

The black sword could cut through the air with just a slight swing, and the overly sharp sword edge would make a pleasant sound of breaking through the air if it shook a little. What's more, it was now being used to cut flesh.

brush--

The long sword swung down, the arm raised, and to his astonishment, one of the dragon's arms was separated from his body and fell to the side along with the gushing blood.

"Surprised, aren't you? Beautiful dragon?"

The girl's laughter echoed in her ears. It was not the sound from Ella's mouth, but the sound from Ella's direction, as if hooking her neck and lying on her back. She abandoned her anxiety, pain, and hesitation. Now all that was left was the determination to give up everything. However, what kind of feelings she had was not important to the Gemini behind her. They just needed to gently dance their fingers and play with this new toy, which was extremely expensive and beautiful.

A doll named Ella Hepper.

Her limbs were full of unnatural feeling in both shape and movement, as if the originally straight bones were broken into several pieces, and some parts were shattered by the huge impact. She didn't even have a right arm. There was only a terrible laceration wound left on her shoulder. The arm that was originally connected to it had been turned into a bloody mist by the previous attack. There was only a long purple blade suspended there, as if it was held and waved by an invisible hand.

No, no, not just the sword.

Her entire body seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, pulled by someone or some existence outside of her, controlling her body, using her strength, wielding her weapons, pretending that she was still fighting with her own strength, turning her into a dancing puppet on the stage, performing a creepy puppet show. Or, was she originally an unconscious puppet, dancing with the pulling of the threads, and with the collapse of the threads, the curtain was drawn in this way?

Life and death come and go, like a puppet on the stage, when the thread is broken, everything falls apart.

"It's time to end it."

The girl's laughter still resounded, as if she had gained a different kind of satisfaction.

Ella's left arm overlapped with her invisible right arm. Her hands respectively held a black and a purple sword. She spun her body lightly and gracefully as if dancing with swords, making the two swords emit a low hum of cutting through the air. Until finally, she raised her hands forward, with the blades facing inward, aiming at her own heart, and stabbed them together.

puff----

Almost at the same time, a bloody hole appeared in Rose's chest.

There are two hollow lines imprinted on the dragon's heart, one emitting purple, and the other oozing black blood, just like two butterflies blooming on the atrium, flapping their wings.

Blood spurted out from the chests of the two. Ella's body seemed to have lost the traction of the silk thread and fell limply to the ground. Rose couldn't help but take a few steps back. She stretched out her only remaining hand, tightly grasped her chest with a hole in it, and couldn't help but spit out a large mouthful of blood - not only was there a hole in her heart, but the curse was also spreading throughout her body along with the heart. Rose's breath continued to decline. She knew very well that she might not live long.

The narrow vertical pupils swayed as he glanced at the flaming monster that was rushing towards him.

——If that’s the case, at least…

Facing the white blade coming straight at her, the being called Lunicia, Rose might have had the energy to dodge or block the attack, but she ultimately chose not to do so: she just stood there, waiting for the terrifying impact to hit her body, waiting for the "Avenger" to pierce her chest and abdomen, violent holy energy surging and raging in her body, and at the same time, she once again opened her dragon jaws.

Pure destruction, covered in the flames of righteous indignation.

……

…………

………………

Click————

It was like the sound of something cracking gently, echoing in Ashlee's ears.

In her sight, the dragon's incomplete body flew backwards, and on the face of the fire monster, the blazing flames were like a mask, as if the mask was broken by someone, and it cracked and shattered like river ice in early spring, revealing the face of the young girl paladin behind it, revealing her dazed, gentle brown eyes.

"……what……"

What happened?

The girl didn't know how many times she had asked this question, today, yesterday, three days ago, six days ago, again and again, over and over again, questioning herself, questioning others, questioning everything within her sight, why did things turn out like this, why was fate so cruel, why did life disappear because of this, why were the warm lights blown out, why did lovers betray each other, why did we have to turn swords against each other, and end up like this.

"Ella...Ella...why..."