Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

At least for Lunicia, there will be no follow-up in the next round anyway.

She had almost given up everything. No matter how much strength Sestine had left, it was meaningless to her. If she could not give a satisfactory answer in the next round, the once reliable and gentle senior in front of her would cut off her head without hesitation, and then go back to the normal track, and nothing would change.

"Hush-huh-"

The pain was put behind her mind. The unique breathing method made the air vibrate rhythmically in the lungs, regulating the physical energy, allowing the whole body to relax while increasing the strength as much as possible. The flowing energy was gathered, and the shackles that comforted the limbs in the name of safety were released one by one. Lunicia's breath became gradually restrained, but the sense of danger, on the contrary, was rising step by step.

Sestin raised his sword.

The dark blade seemed to devour the light, and the remaining glow of the eclipse could not illuminate the blackness, as if it was not a sword, but a blade-shaped object that was dug out of this world. A void, an empty thing, refusing all light and salvation, as if only the white blade as bright as the shining light could confront it from a distance.

The woman covered in darkness was also focused.

The scar that looked like it was caused by claws was imprinted under the eye patch, and in the remaining left eye, there was only a pair of black pupils full of determination.

Without any extraordinary powers or offerings of revenge, she chose to respond to that determination with just her sword.

This is not arrogance, on the contrary, it is the greatest respect she can give.

Strength and ability are nothing but external things, which cannot be given by practice and cannot be favored by destiny. The only thing she relies on most in her life is this sword and her swordsmanship, which are the foundation of her life.

Even if you have forgotten a lot, there are only two things that cannot be forgotten.

It’s the same person in front of me, and it’s the same sword in my hand.

If she had to choose where to be buried, she would only choose one of these two.

"--bring it on."

Step lightly.

--when!

The sword was so fast that it was almost unrecognizable to the naked eye. Even so, Bai Ren still cut it off steadily. Lunicia's expression did not change, and she seemed to be unable to see the houses behind her that flew into the sky during the impact.

In order to keep the strength of both sides at the same level, she poured more of her strength behind Lunicia instead of focusing on the blade. In this way, both sides could fight each other with sword skills under equal conditions.

Lunisia knew it well, but she no longer had time to care about it.

All she could see was the black blade, and that thing that was like the emptiness in her heart.

--wrong.

The real danger is definitely not something that can be dealt with so lightly!

Under Lunicia's astonished eyes, Sestine's arm twisted almost irrationally, and the black blade in her hand slid away from the white blade in an extremely strange way, followed by a horizontal slash with all her strength. A dark tide poured out from the hole, occupying the entire field of vision in her black pupils.

"Iron Flow"!

Leaning her body backwards, away from the plane where the dark wave was, Lunicia estimated in her mind the time it would take for the black wave to dissipate, and raised the white blade in her hand—

"Beheaded"!

The black blade has been swung down, and the sword in Setin's hand has found its proper path and returned to its normal state, as if the previous blow did not exist. A black wave as vast as the sea, mixed with scarlet, rises from the earth, and then crushes down from mid-air with the posture of crushing everything. It is a decapitation, it is a sword that cuts off life.

Even so, Lunicia still did not change her actions.

Guiding the divine power, guiding the purest light, the gift of the Lord God is poured into this body, the dazzling white light covers the long blade, and the tip of the sword points directly to the black sea that comes from the sky. The sounds of mechanisms all ring out, with rhythm and melody, like the tune of an organ, the broad white blade pops out and deforms, wrapped in the burst of white light, like a meteor across the sky.

Black waves entangled and blended with meteors, and the dark tide devoured all light in greed, drowning the sky. It seemed that even the world was becoming dim. The gradually expanding shadow covered every inch of the field of vision. The light from the eclipse became increasingly faint, and in the end only a pure black sky was left. That was the end, the sky that was born from the evolution of the "beheading" sword to its extreme meaning.

Pure malice, murderous intent, and darkness intertwined together, becoming heavier and heavier, just like falling into the deep sea. The closer you get to the bottom of the abyss, the more irresistible you become. Sinking in the pure black, even breathing becomes a luxury, and hope naturally becomes nowhere to be found.

"Despair—"

Then back off and go back to the life you deserve.

Looking down from a high place, overlooking the gradually shrinking black egg, a hint of surprise flashed across Systin's golden eyes.

It is light.

The light is gathering.

Pure and flawless light condensed on the black world egg, piercing through the shell formed by the sea of ​​despair bit by bit. Pure white cracks expanded and spread, as if one could hear the heartbeat coming from the world egg.

is life.

Life is pulsating.

——Super Ring Holy Slash, "Mark of the Avenger".

The dazzling white light shot straight into the sky, and the power of the magic gathered at one point. The meteor that tore the sky had returned to Lunicia's hand, turning into a white shield engraved with golden wings and the holy emblem of the scorching sun. She raised the pure white sword high, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Systin.

The black blade fell with great force, but the white blade remained unbroken.

The swords crossed, and the black and white figures stood back to back.

A moment later, one was still standing, while the other was covered in blood.

Sestin didn't turn around, and Lunicia didn't have the strength to stand up. The last sword almost split her body in half, and the horrific sword wound spread from her shoulder to her ribs. The blood instantly dyed her body into a red lake. She still had a heartbeat and was breathing. Even though her body was weak, she was still alive.

"..."

puff--

The tiny sword marks extended from the corner of the mouth upwards to the base of the ear.

It was just a shallow line, but even so, blood still splattered.

Without wiping it with his hands or even paying any attention, Sestin just said softly:

"...Next, I'll go to Tweak."

"..."

There was no answer. The person who should have answered her was barely able to breathe. With one of her lungs split in half, Lunisia had no ability to answer Cestin's questions.

"Don't follow me again."

"..."

No answer. Even if Lunicia couldn't answer a word, Systine still knew what she wanted to say, what she would say, and what she would do. It was because Systine believed in the determination conveyed by the sword that she told her everything, even though she looked like she would not live long.

"I won't hold back next time."

"..."

This time, she still showed mercy.

Originally, this sword could have directly cut Lunicia from the shoulders to the waist, cutting her body, which had nothing to do with her height, into two parts - now if rescue is timely, it may be effective, but if she is really cut in half, I am afraid no one can save Lunicia's life.

Systin didn't look back, but just walked forward.

She already knew what she wanted to know, so there was no need to stay there any longer.

Under the sky dyed red by the bloody eclipse, only weak lives were struggling.

Losing blood, suffocating, until the vision sank into darkness again.

Chapter 39: Tribute Kiss

——How many times has this happened?

Leaving the Central Cathedral of Amblissburg was like leaving one's hometown. Of course, Lunisia knew very well that Zelhar was not her hometown at all.

She was born in New Arkham, and only lives in Zerhal because she was picked up by the high priest Sieli.

How many times have I been on the verge of death since I left that place that was completely different from the world today, that place with day and night, four seasons of spring, and that was as beautiful and intoxicating as a paradise?

Last time, she was torn into pieces by the divine power of the Blasphemous Twins, and this time, she was chopped in half by the predecessor she once loved, but there was a difference - Lunicia did not feel the familiar feeling of falling.

This place, which seemed to be a place for the dying to stop temporarily, was no longer as dark as last time, with only white water waves spreading out from the soles of the feet. The vision was no longer just emptiness and darkness, on the contrary, it looked bright and reassuring.

The night lily is in full bloom here.

The flowers submerged Lunicia's body, and the sea of ​​flowers filled Lunicia's vision. Everywhere she looked were blooming flowers. They surrounded her, preventing her body from falling into the bottomless abyss. On the contrary, they seemed to be supporting Lunicia's body, allowing her to float up from the sea of ​​pure nothingness.

She saw the light, until the white glow filled her world.

……

A soft touch came from my hands.

Not only on her hands, but also on her body, there seemed to be something smooth, warm and soft. This made Lunisia wonder if she was still dreaming, even though she had never had such a dream before. Ashlee's body was slightly cool, like a slightly cold human body. The touch left a deep impression on her and also fascinated her. Lunisia would never mistake the feeling coming from the mechanical doll girl.

——So, what is this now…?

Lunicea tried to open her eyes.

The light was dim and the world was blurry. She couldn't help but blink to adjust her eyes to the surroundings. When everything was no longer blurry, she could barely distinguish the scene in front of her:

This place looks like a cave, or a residence converted from a cave. The surrounding rock walls are covered with cloth to block moisture. The top of the cave seems to be equipped with a ventilation device. There are some simple furniture inside. The floor is covered with thick cashmere carpets, and wooden tables and chairs are close to the rock walls. The "vindicator" is leaning quietly against the table, and the kerosene lamp burning on the table looks bright enough.

This seemed to be a simple stronghold. The adventurer course that Lunicia learned from Cestin also included how to build such a simple stronghold. The scenery before her made her feel nostalgic.

The touch beneath her body told Lunicia that she was now lying on the only bed in this base. Although she was in this seemingly simple temporary base, the bed beneath her seemed to be a very fine spring mattress, which was incredible.

Lunetia couldn't straighten herself up.

If we talk about the reason, on the one hand it may be because of the serious injury he had suffered before. Although there is no scar at all now, and his shoulder and half of his body have returned to where they should be, the feeling of weakness has not completely left his body, so he can't exert any strength.

As for the other side…

The pink-haired girl was hugging herself tightly.

——Who is it…?

No impression. Lunicia didn't think she knew this girl at all. This was natural. Lunicia, who had been living in the Central Cathedral, was not only unknown to anyone, but also didn't know anyone, let alone a girl like this who had an extremely beautiful face that people could not forget at first sight.

Even so, Lunicia remained silent.

From her face, Lunisia could probably tell how she treated others on a daily basis. She was probably cold and aloof, with a sense of alienation that was different from Ashlee. But now, she hugged herself tightly, but there was an unignorable reluctance in her sleeping face. She seemed to be afraid that as soon as she opened her eyes and woke up from the dream, the person in her arms would disappear like a dream butterfly.

Lunicia was only wrapped in bandages, and similarly, the girl's body was only covered with a piece of clothing. That was why Lunicia could see things on the girl that were not normally seen by others.

The height of the girl and Lunicia were not much different. If Lunicia's figure was well-proportioned, the girl's body could only be described as thin. Lunicia could clearly see the protruding shoulder blades on her back and could clearly feel her ribs on her arms, which made her look light. To Lunicia, all of this aroused her thoughts and made her think about what kind of life the girl in front of her had lived.

Her skin was smooth and fair, so Lunicia saw at first glance something she didn't want to see at all.

Wounds, whip marks, and corrosive marks remain faintly. They have become lighter after rounds of healing, but have not completely disappeared.

Cut marks were imprinted on the girl's fair wrists. Some were shallow, some were deep. Some were about to disappear, while others seemed to be gone soon. Just by looking at them, Lunicia could imagine how the girl cut her wrists again and again.

And this slender, beautiful, yet rather fragile pink-haired girl is now hugging herself tightly as if she had found a treasure, sleeping soundly and peacefully.

Even though the situation seemed very delicate and the girl's position was unclear, Lunicea still didn't want to wake her up, and didn't even think about raising her guard. However, as if she felt something, the girl's thin body trembled slightly, and even her arms were shaking slightly.

"Um... um... Savior-sama...?"

Her empty blue eyes were gradually tinged with bright colors.

"Ah, it really is...Savior..."

She seemed confused for a while, and then finally remembered who the person in her arms was, where she was, and what she should do. The chaotic lines were straightened back on track, and the girl's spirit returned to normal.

"you……"

Lunicia wanted to ask something first, but before she could open her mouth, the girl's lips were already tightly pressed against Lunicia's lips.

"?!"

Her heart skipped a beat, and before Lunicia could react, the girl had already gently grasped her wrist, gently pressing down on her body, pressing her body against Lunicia's, and kissing her pink lips deeply with unsatisfied emotion.

——No, no, it’s different.

Even though she had no strength to resist, Lunicia could feel that the girl's kiss had a different meaning.

The contact between their lips made her realize that a girl's kiss represented neither equal love nor greedy demands. On the contrary, it represented "dedication".

——She was devoting herself, using this kiss as a starting point to brand everything about herself with the mark of Lunicia.

After a long time, their lips parted quietly, and the girl gently raised her body, letting her pink hair slide down her smooth and thin shoulders. Not only her hair slid down, but also her tears, which accumulated in the corners of her eyes, rolled down her cheeks, and then dripped one by one onto Lunicia's chest.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but even so, there was a smile on her lips.

"Finally, finally, I found you...my savior."

As she spoke, the girl leaned down, as if to give Lunesia another deep and passionate kiss.

pat-

"You guys, what are you doing?"

Ashlee pushed open the wooden door of the base with a confused look on her face. She tilted her head and looked at the two people entangled with puzzled eyes.