Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

But he seemed to understand something, and he couldn't help but look at his crazy mother in disbelief.

Then, as if in response to his gaze, a little fire suddenly lit up above the mad mother's huge body.

At first, the fire was faint and small, and it seemed like it could go out at any time, but soon it became stronger.

It was as if someone had put enough firewood into it, so it burned more and more vigorously and more and more brightly.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

The fire that came from nowhere gradually enveloped the entire huge body of the mad mother, but it did not ignite it. Rather, it was more like a layer of brilliant light and shadow.

In the light and shadow, the witch and the hero saw another mistress.

——The normal, healthy, uncontaminated, and therefore exceptionally sacred and peaceful Matron.

Illusion and reality overlapped here, the fire was burning, and the mad mother who had been silent started to move again. She began to roar, her dirty flesh and blood trembled, and those branch-like tentacles almost twitched and waved.

He tried to extinguish the brilliant fire.

But those flames always burned tenaciously and stubbornly.

In the end, two completely different scenes, distortion and peace, madness and holiness, appeared clearly and simultaneously on the mistress's huge body.

The crazy half of his body was struggling. He wanted to survive at all costs, even at the cost of his children.

The holy half was making requests to the brave man and the witch, and light golden ripples were transmitted to them.

"Please... kill me..."

He said.

The brave man was stunned.

Now he finally knew everything——

The anomaly in Lentiheim, why did elves keep disappearing in the thick fog, and why did Mura look so relieved before he disappeared...

And the answer to the question the witch had just asked him.

Almost instinctively, the brave man quietly grasped the holy sword.

"I understand," he said.

Then the witch held out her hand to him.

"Do you still have the strength? Can you still hold the holy sword?" he heard her ask, "After all... next, it's time for the hero to appear."

Ciel nodded slightly.

He grabbed the witch's hand.

The witch gave him a strange smile:

"If you want to help that mother, it's not enough to just hold my hand, my brave lord... please hold my waist."

Ciel didn't understand why the witch said that, but before he could react, the witch crawled into his arms.

She hugged Ciel.

She loosened her grip on Ciel's hand and turned upwards - and together with Ciel, she grasped the hilt of the holy sword.

Magical circles continue to light up beside the witch and the hero, granting them various protective effects.

As if they had lost gravity, their figures slowly floated up, and a brilliant glow enveloped their bodies. They dragged the brilliant glow and flew towards the elves' mistress, like a meteor streaking through the sky.

At this moment, the witch suddenly came close to the hero's ear, and like a devil, she whispered to him:

"Let's go, Charles."

Her eyes reflected the brilliant light of the fire, but her smile was far more dazzling than that light.

Rachel stared into Charles' eyes and whispered to him:

"——Let us become heroes."

Then, the meteorites pierced through the mad mother's flesh and blood, and under the cover of infinite flames, they pierced the mother's heart.

[To be continued]

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33. Belated

Seloue woke up in another empty cave.

All the elves that disappeared due to the mad mother's call appeared in this hole.

There is no thick fog, no darkness, no deformed flesh and blood, and no twisted eyes and limbs.

But there is another mistress here—

Another mistress who has not yet fallen into madness.

Tranquil and peaceful, a huge body formed by the wreckage of a starship and countless plants was suspended in the center of the hole.

But no elf dared to be sure whether He would go crazy in the next second or turn into a monster like the crazy mother outside.

So they stayed away from their mistress and did not dare to act rashly.

Until Selowei woke up.

After waking up, Selowei confirmed the number of her compatriots as quickly as possible.

After hearing from Fuwenna that “no elf has ever died for disobeying a mad mother”, the old elf fell into a long silence.

She seemed to understand something, but the truth was so absurd and unbelievable that she didn't know whether she should believe it.

In this case, let's verify it -

She slowly came to the mistress who had not yet fallen into madness.

"Mother?"

she asked cautiously.

Then, the mother in front of her woke up.

Along with gentle ripples, a kind voice without any madness rang out from every elf's mind:

"I'm here."

Hearing this voice, Selowei couldn't help but feel relieved - but she soon realized that the mother in front of her might not be normal, so she became alert again.

She asked the second question.

"Are you okay?"

When she asked this question, Serlovi was prepared to hear the answer "I'm fine".

But the mistress didn’t say that.

Instead, His voice was tinged with murmurs and noises:

"Warning...contamination...clearance..."

His huge body suddenly trembled, and then a black, shadow-like object covered his body.

At first there was only a small piece, and then it quickly expanded. In just a moment, the mistress's entire body was almost swallowed up by the shadow, leaving only a small part less than one tenth still struggling to resist.

But it is visible to the naked eye that the shadow is still eroding the mistress's body. I am afraid that it will not be long before the mistress will be completely eroded.

Watching the confrontation between the mistress and the shadow, Serlovi's last doubts were answered.

Then she gave a bitter smile.

"Is this the truth?"

It seemed like he was talking to himself, but also like he was asking the mother in front of him.

But her mother seemed unable to answer her.

Seloue closed her eyes.

"Should I do this?"

she thinks.

If it were in the past, her mother would probably give her answers or advice. Her mother would always gently answer all the questions raised by the elves.

But now mother is sick.

Children...it's finally time for you to make your own choices.

Selowei slowly opened her eyes.

She looked at Fuwenna:

"Go and gather all your compatriots."

Fuwenna seemed to have a premonition of what she was going to do, so she quickly turned around and summoned the elves.

Soon, the elves gathered around their mother.

Selowei stood in front of the elves, and behind her was her mother who had almost been completely consumed by the shadows.

The elves didn't know what was going on, let alone why Selovi had gathered them together.

But like Fuwena, they all had some strange premonition that something big was about to happen.

The atmosphere quickly became serious, and with a hint of sadness, they all raised their heads and looked at Seloway.

And Serlovi whispered:

"Come, fellow citizens, and continue our unfinished work..."

"—killed our mother."

But then a young elf raised a question:

"Ms. Selowei, can we...can we really kill our mother? When we were outside, our magic clearly had no effect on her..."

The young elf didn't finish his words.

But all the elves understood that she was right. Even if they tried their best, it would be difficult to kill their mother.

Serlovi had anticipated this.

Then she smiled:

"It's okay, I have a way."

As she spoke, she leaned over to all the elves in front of her and begged:

"My fellow countrymen, please lend me all your strength."

Most of the elves were at a loss. They had no idea why Serlovi suddenly made such a request - but a very small number of elves understood what she wanted to do.

Fuwenna is one of them.

She hurried to Serlovi's side and said:

"No! How can I let you do this..."

Austin in the crowd was another.

He walked out of the crowd, looked directly into Serlovi's turbid dark green eyes, and whispered:

"Let me do it."

But Selowei just smiled.

She pushed Fuwenna away and walked around Austin.

"You are all young people..." she said calmly, "this kind of thing should be done by an old person like me."

Then, facing the elves who finally understood what she was going to do, Serlovi slowly raised her arms.