Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

Kill those two women who messed up everything, nothing more to ask for.

For the tentacles of God, this request was too simple. Their lack of intelligence was not enough for them to think about the ability and identity of the target. They simply began to gather strength as if to do a perfunctory job. One beam was a dirty light that seemed to be mixed with countless turbid colors, and the other was a dark green light full of corruption and weird distortion. Even if they did not speak or make an announcement, their prey could understand that their death was approaching.

That beam of light was too familiar to Lunicia.

In the battle in the woods, it was this kind of light that almost killed her on the spot. If it weren't for the help of that girl, she probably wouldn't have been able to resolve the attack.

They look like the same thing, but because of the difference in "quality" they become completely different things.

Even though the beam of light was only the size of a palm, it was completely incomparable to the one seen in the forest. If the arrow of light thrown by the ghoul priest in the forest was a "torch", then the one now condensed in the sky was undoubtedly at the level of a "sun".

Lunicia was certain that no matter the giant sword, shield, or divine magic, there was no way to stop that thing... The only thing to be thankful for was that it seemed that the thing only locked onto herself and the girl who looked similar to her.

——So, what should we do?

She pretended to think seriously about it, but immediately realized that there was no need to do so.

Because the answer is so obvious.

After all, she is a "white knight."

——Hmm... just like usual.

She smiled faintly and tried to move her hands and feet - nothing serious. Although she didn't have much strength left, she didn't have difficulty walking like before.

And in the sky, the turbid and dazzling light suddenly shone.

--Well……

It's so simple to do.

Too simple.

In fact, it is not a difficult problem to understand. After all, in the face of such terrifying and irresistible specifications, Lunicia can hardly think of any tricks that can be used.

She calmly looked at the girl who looked similar to her.

The surroundings were filled with corpses of zombies, and in the circle filled with the smell of blood, the girl whose half body was made of machines seemed particularly out of place. There was not a single drop of blood on her body, and if it weren't for a little blood dripping from her fingertips, no one would have been able to connect that overly pale and overly fragile body with the mountain of corpses.

She seemed to have no reaction to the thing that was slowly gathering in the sky. She just looked up with her head held high, neither sad nor happy, as if it was just a simple cloud that did not need to be taken seriously.

No - it's not because of overconfidence and indifference, it's just a disguised form of self-abandonment.

It's like "accepting your fate".

Her lips opened and closed slightly, as if she was whispering something.

—Are you praying?

Are you praying for blessings from heaven?

Or...self-liberation?

——If you can survive...just ask her.

Palms, tighten.

Driven by the thought, the scroll written on "pastry" instantly cracked, as if it was not paper, but something made of glass.

At the same time, the two balls of light in the sky stopped beating like heartbeats, and shot straight towards Lunicia and the girl like two sharp arrows!

--coming.

There were two rays of divine light, each with a selected target, but there was only one Nine-Ring Magic Dispel Scroll. Since she was unable to determine the target at all, she could only randomly select one of them without any basis and lock the power of the spell scroll onto it!

A mighty gust of air rose into the sky as the scroll shattered, and the wave shining with pure light almost instantly dispersed one of the two black whirlpools, causing the strange green light to disintegrate and shatter, and the dark sea of ​​clouds was dyed with a brilliant light gold in an instant!

Indeed, an ultra-limited spell scroll allows one to release magic of any level stored in it regardless of conditions, but as a price, the power of the released spell must be lower than that originally stored.

But it doesn't matter.

The one who cast the magic was just a newly initiated White Knight, not Saint Sieri, the "highest priest", "actor of divine punishment", and "God's will in the world".

However, it was not the "blasphemous twins" Nago and Yebu themselves who released the light of God!

It's just a projection of divinity, a scale among the myriad powers. It's not impossible to dissolve it!

——……!

Lunisia originally thought that the remaining ray of divine light would be directed towards her.

Fate is something that is unpredictable and unpredictable. Sometimes, when people pray for the blessing of fate from the bottom of their hearts, fate will ruthlessly abandon those in need, and sometimes, when people do not want fate to favor them at all, good luck will knock on the door on its own.

The current situation belongs to the latter.

The dirty arrow of light flew straight towards the girl!

——……!!!!!!!!!!!

At this moment, almost no thoughts flashed through Lunicia's mind.

She simply used her crippled left arm and intact right arm to lift the giant sword, and relied on her subconscious and instinct to drive her legs, allowing her brain to release the restrictors on her body, allowing her body to squeeze out the last bit of strength left, squeezing her heart, lungs and blood vessels to the limit, and then using this strength to kick the ground hard, sending her body rushing forward like a cannonball!

It was impossible for her to summon such strength again.

But she did it, as if someone pushed her from behind and refilled her with something called courage.

That was a gentle man whose face was blurred, but he was indeed smiling. That was an elegant woman whose face was blurred, but she nodded gently.

The girl has closed her eyes.

She seemed to have neither resentment nor sadness, no regrets, no sorrow, no sadness nor joy, just like a simple hollow doll, without a core "heart", and naturally there would be no unnecessary things.

No, no, no—she is none of that!

——I have seen it.

——Sadness, loneliness, solitude, confusion...

——Even if her body is empty and cold, she must have something called a "heart".

——Are you asking me...why did she give up?

——I am not her either... But, maybe it’s because... there is no hope.

There is nothing to rely on, nothing to look forward to, nothing worth waiting for. Even if there was something before, it has disappeared just now.

——Then...wouldn’t it be better to just give it to her?

Yeah, it’s a very simple truth.

--puff!--

The power of God is a very impatient thing.

Since there are two goals, just pick one at random.

Since the incomplete one is closer, choose her.

…Since another person who doesn’t know how to live or die is approaching, it would be better to change the target to her.

After all, killing is the same for everyone.

Just like that, the dirty light exploded like five fingers before it touched the blade of the giant sword. The point of explosion was the palm, and the five dirty lights that split apart were the fingertips.

Just like that, the hand of light that was about to dissipate was clenched tightly.

Just like that, Lunicia's body was penetrated from five directions during the contact, and was cut into thirteen pieces during the process of clenching.

Just like that, the black clouds dissipated, the blood moon moved westward, and at the moment when the immature "Sword of Vengeance" lost its breath -

——The story begins.

Chapter 30: The Day When Epiphyllum Blooms (Part 1)

Walking barefoot, walking in the empty darkness.

There was nothing to see - as it should be, since there was nothing here.

Everything except emptiness is still emptiness, and everything except nothingness is still nothingness. If a philosopher stood here, he might be thinking about more things than I am thinking about, such as what is above emptiness... and so on.

If you tap the ground with your toes, ripples will appear in the darkness. If you take a step forward, ripples will also spread out from under your feet.

Where exactly is this place?

I have absolutely no answer in my mind.

The last scene in his memory was extremely clear. The turbid light split open like a palm, and then tightly grasped his body. He had been thinking whether he could rely on the Avenger to resist, but now it seemed completely useless - he could even remember how his head flew into the sky and saw his own flesh being cut into pieces with blood splattered.

Then there is no doubt that I am dead, so this place must be related to the afterlife.

Lunicia was unusually calm, as if she was not dead, but just dreaming a dream that was hard to wake up from. She used her fingers to play with her long black hair with a hint of bright green, and looked around at this strange world with nothing in it.

Here, there is nothing but black void and white ripples rising under your feet.

——So, is this the kingdom of the goddess of death? Or is this the road to the kingdom of death?

Lucy, the goddess of death and ice and snow, has the power to control the afterlife. It is said that all living beings will go to her kingdom after death, and receive arrangements for their souls there. However, this place is completely different from the kingdom of the goddess of death recorded in the Red God Court's "Revelation of Rest" - it is said that there are many rivers and waterfalls, the ground is paved with black ice bricks, and there are beautiful messengers with bone wings on their backs everywhere to welcome them.

There is nothing here.

There were no streams, no ice bricks, and certainly no beautiful greeters.

Lunicia moved forward aimlessly, stepping on the dark surface one step after another, causing ripples under her feet.

"Um……?"

It seems that he saw something.

On that seemingly unreachable black horizon, it seemed as if I saw something different, something that did not belong to the black void.

White and small...what could that be?

As if inspired by something, Lunicia's steps became faster and faster, from strolling to brisk walking, then jogging, and finally running with all her strength. This is not a beach, so there will be no footprints left, but there will be white ripples under her feet. Her running is like tearing open the darkness, leaving a dividing line composed of white circles in the empty nothingness.

Things that seemed to be far away at the end of the horizon, if you just run like this, don’t seem to be far away at all.

What a contradiction. But it doesn't matter.

There was an impulse in her heart driving her, making her eager to see that thing that seemed to exist at the farthest point in the world.

As she ran, the darkness around her seemed no longer empty, and some familiar scenes flashed by like a kaleidoscope.

The scene of living in the church, the scene of praying silently in front of the altar, the scene of crying quietly in the deserted night, the scene of listening to the words of God, the scene of feeling confused because of hearing nothing, the scene of learning swordsmanship from the senior paladin with long black and orange hair...

They are like bubbles.

It was born, and then silently shattered. It appeared, and then disappeared in an instant.

Recalling the past scenes is like cheering myself up and making up my mind.

In order to be able to get there, to the end of the world, this seems to be something that is essential.

--ah……

It wasn't anything special; it was undoubtedly a being she knew.

That is the night-blooming cereus, a white flower that is said to bloom overnight and wither overnight.

In the darkness at the end of the world, a night-blooming cereus quietly bloomed there, swaying slowly in the non-existent night breeze, raising circles of white waves.

……

…………

………………

"what……"

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the beautiful golden eyes looking into my own.

She should have been shocked, or at least had some violent reaction, but Lunicia showed no such reaction at all. Instead of being surprised, she was more confused, so confused that she even forgot that she should be surprised.

"This is not a dream."

Before she asked the question, the girl who looked similar to her had already given the answer.

"This is not a dream, but a real reality. The bubble dream will eventually dissipate, and after that, the dancing butterfly will still exist, just like you."

Lunicia turned her head and looked at the girl with a confused look.

She was sitting beside him in a dignified posture, looking no different from before, with only a human head, torso and half of the upper arms, and the rest of the body replaced by slender and graceful black iron structures. She still had smooth black long hair, a face similar to his but too delicate, and beautiful golden eyes that seemed to capture people's hearts at first sight... but there were also changes.

Lunicia instinctively realized that she had become weaker.

It's not about the change in her spirit, but simply in her strength - compared to when she could move easily among the zombies, she seems to be much weaker now. It's not impossible that her strength is not much different from mine.