The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

...END...

Castle of Clouds

"call--"

When Perlis opened her eyes again, she found herself standing on a towering cliff.

Dark clouds loomed overhead, cold winds blew fiercely, and the sea of ​​clouds that stretched to the horizon kept rolling like a living thing, with countless dark shadows moving among them.

At the end of the sea of ​​clouds, a huge double-story castle stood tall. Its existence itself seemed to have a strong sense of oppression, causing the surrounding space to vibrate faintly.

This is...where...?

Perlis rubbed her head gently, with countless phantoms overlapping in her chaotic mind.

Suddenly, she recalled that before Dila raided the East Coast, she had used the [Smiling Face Flow] as a methodology and learned a method to interfere with the rifts in the upper realm with her mind.

At that time... I came here... but was quickly driven out by the dark tentacles...

Thinking so, Perlis looked vigilantly behind the castle - this time, the dark tentacles did not emerge.

"Last time, it was that coin that triggered the dark pollution and made Him aware of your existence."

A voice came from behind. Polys turned her head sharply and found that Ikan Geller had been standing behind her without her noticing.

"Throughout the journey to Dila, the coin constantly helped Suleiman locate your position, allowing him to follow you like your shadow, and finally seize the fruits of victory."

Ikan Geller explained calmly, and his half-smile on his face made Perlis tremble slightly.

It seems... the aura of the unlucky poet has changed a little... it has become somewhat familiar... is it an illusion?

Perlis shook her head slightly, without thinking too much, and said:

"Is Suleiman related to [Engraved Ink]?"

This is the information Perlis got from Halilali's memory fragments: the authority of the ancient god [Inmotarus] is [Engraved Ink], which is the "black water" used by Laplace to transform Ivar, and it is also most likely the so-called "black tide".

Since Suleiman can use a coin from a shipwreck as an anchor to track Perlis, it means he has similar abilities... and indeed, he does.

"That's the correct answer," Ikan nodded. "He has a strong connection with [Immotalus], and can control the power of [the lower world] with ease, like a fish in water."

Who could have thought of this? If I had known this information earlier, I wouldn't have carried the coin with me...

Perlis sighed softly, and couldn't help but lament her own stupidity.

She realized that throughout her journey to Dila, her reasoning was nothing more than a poor imitation of others, and she had lost a lot of her own thinking...

And the person she imitated was Carly.

I don't have a brain as smart as Carly's...Pollis thought so, shook her head lightly, discarded the frustrated thoughts, and prepared to continue to exploit the intelligence value of the poet in front of her.

However, just as she was about to speak, a thought suddenly came to her mind -

——If the authority of [Engraved Ink] or [Black Tide] belongs to the ancient god [Inmotalus], then why in the legend, it was [Mother Goddess Ursa] who flooded the earth with the Black Tide? (Note 1: The relevant legend is the introduction of Volume , "The Witness".)

Could it be that "Ersam" and "Immotalos" are actually the same deity? No... this doesn't make sense at all...

Thinking of this, Perlis was about to ask the poet, but the poet spoke first:

"You will know what you are thinking about after you wake up. There is no need to delve into it now."

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" Pearlis puffed out her cheeks.

"Pfft..." Ikan smiled softly, "Because I know you very well, little girl."

"I'm not familiar with you."

"Hey~ We've met so many times~" Icahn waved his hand with a smile, "Anyway, let's solve the current problem first."

As he spoke, Icahn waved his sleeves lightly, and dots of starlight appeared, opening up a starry avenue between the sea of ​​clouds.

"Boom——"

The starry sky above the sea of ​​clouds trembled, and Perlis suddenly felt as if countless needles were focusing on her scalp, as if thousands of eyes were converging there.

At the same time, the poet's words floated past my ears like melody:

"You are now in the spiritual realm of Hassanka Hafurgaard, the Sword Burial Man. It is the embodiment of the sword master Hafurgaard's thoughts."

Icahn's words were like an anchor. The moment she heard them, Perlis felt her feet were firmly tied to the ground, and the erosion from the starry sky was weakened.

This poet...his powers are miraculous...who is he?

As Perlis was thinking, she suddenly felt an attraction coming from the end of the sea of ​​clouds.

"...White flame..."

It was a very old voice, the same one Perlis had heard in Halilali's memory: the voice of Hassanka Hafurgaard.

"Grandpa Hassanka is calling me..." Perlis murmured softly.

She unconsciously used the name "Grandpa Hassanka", and a familiar feeling of intimacy rose from the bottom of her heart.

"That's right," Ikan nodded. "Enter the gate of the castle and you will see fragments of Hassanka's memories."

"Is he still alive?" Perlis turned her head and looked at the poet, "If the spiritual world is still there, then he..."

"It depends on how you define 'alive'," Icahn looked at Perlis with a smile, "Does it count as being alive if you live like a vegetable? Does it count as being alive if your body is gone but your spirit is still there?"

"There's no point in getting hung up on definitions." Perlis said calmly.

"It depends on how you look at the world. However, it is always a complex and unsolvable proposition," Icahn smiled gently. "Of course, you will eventually understand it. When your path extends to the starry sky and you see clearly what they have done to prove their truth, you will know whether they are still 'alive'."

As they spoke, the attraction extending from the end of the sea of ​​clouds became stronger and stronger, making Perlis unconsciously want to walk towards the castle.

She knew that time was running out, so she did not try to compete with Ikan Geller, but silently asked her last question:

"...I am the [Descendant of the Sea of ​​Flowers], what does that mean?"

Perlis will never forget the fear that emerged from the bottom of Halilali's heart when she looked at her for the first time. It was the fear of something beyond common sense, the fear of the unknown.

[Pure white fireworks], [Flames burning across the starry sky], [Flames of destruction]... Although Perlis had anticipated these things, the moment she knew about them, they seemed so abrupt and heavy.

If all this is true...it means that I am not actually my father's daughter...nor my mother's daughter...

The sea of ​​flowers... The sea of ​​flowers didn't raise me... I'm not the descendant of the sea of ​​flowers...

"..."

Although Perlis's tone was very calm and she spoke casually, Icahn still noticed her little emotion.

The poet looked at the girl with a smile on his face, and after thinking for a while, he replied in a gentle voice:

"It doesn't mean anything, little girl."

"You are you, Perlis Havrgard."

After saying this, the poet waved gently towards Perlis, and the smile on his face faded along with the starlight, turning into ripples in the air.

There was still a cold wind above the sea of ​​clouds, and the starry sky faintly visible between the dark clouds was still shining.

"..."

What? You don’t speak properly and you speak in riddles... I don’t understand... I don’t understand...!

Even though her mind was full of complaints about the poet, Perlis unexpectedly found that the heaviness in her heart had dissipated a lot.

Her expression grew a little calmer, and she turned around and stepped onto the star-lit avenue that led to the end of the sea of ​​clouds.

The next stop is the fragment of Hassanka Hafurgaard's consciousness.

......

Interlude) Cloud Castle (Part 2)

Passing through the Avenue of Stars above the sea of ​​clouds, Perlis slowly approached the huge castle.

As she got closer and closer to the towering creature, Perlis felt as if a stone was pressing on her lungs, and the sense of murderous intent became stronger and stronger.

Even the materialized spiritual realm can have such an oppressive feeling. What kind of existence is Hassanka Hafurgaard?

Perlis felt her legs trembling uncontrollably. She clenched her fists tightly, resisting the strong pressure.

Under this heavy pressure, she walked to the castle gate with difficulty and gently pushed the door open with both hands.

"Om-"

The dazzling light engulfed Perlis, transforming her consciousness into ripples among the stars.

"...who I am...?"

"..."

"..."

"Is that all?"

The silent earth and the burning sky.

I stared at the huge tumor not far away, and slowly placed my fingers on the hilt of the knife at my waist.

In the star fields where the followers of the ancient gods are fleeing everywhere, there is always a shortage of followers who have reached a level capable of destroying civilization.

But the tumor with tentacles in front of him seemed too weak.

But, it only seems a bit inferior because it's me that it's facing, right?

"......"

As soon as I thought about it, red thunder flashed in the sky, which was the result of the free use of the power of the [Upper Realm].

Looking at the monster on the ruins of civilization, I whispered the words of the Arbitrator of Hafgard:

"Rest in peace, soul."

A faint smile appeared on my face. At the same time, I gently drew out the famous sword Burial Thunder and pointed it at the sky.

"Boom——"

Dozens of red thunders struck the tip of the black knife like intertwined whirlpools, dyeing it pure red.

"teki-li!"

The tumor seemed to sense the approaching threat, and countless oily objects burst out of its body. Light green fluorescent eyes flickered in the dark substance, and in an instant they almost covered the sky.

But it was too late. The moment the Sword Burial Man drew his sword, everything turned into remains in the coffin.

"bass--"

The purest red light, accompanied by my gently dancing arms, split the earth, tore apart the sea of ​​clouds, and tore apart the atmosphere.

In an instant, the monster in front of him was annihilated into the most basic atomic structure in this blow that split the mountains and seas, and not even its remains existed.

"call--"

After the red light in the sky dissipated, I walked out of the smoke and dust and slowly walked to the remains of civilization.

With a reach of my hands, I pulled out the baby wrapped in a golden swaddling cloth and held him in my arms.

Countless figures that had previously hidden in the ruins approached me from all directions. There was fear, vigilance, and a hint of hope in their eyes.

I handed the baby to the leading mother and whispered in an old voice:

"Take care of him, and the stars won't stop watching."

Without taking the time to respond to their compliments, I took a step back into the [Upper Realm], returning to the patrol ship in orbit amidst a sea of ​​red.

The breath of civilization is a hymn to the Hafrigad people.

......

I walked forward at the gate of the ivory tower with a calm expression.

[Sword Burial Man], this is what they call me, not because I bury my own swords, but because I bury the swords of my enemies.

So far, as the most powerful [Star Flame] and [Arbitrator] in the entire Ivory Tower area, I am one of the representatives of the Heavenly Court order.

My strength is second only to those angels who surround the king, and I am the most powerful being among those who still have sanity in Hafrigard.

But even so, I gradually felt overwhelmed and unable to cope with the situation.

As the whispers in interstellar space spread faster and wider, countless beings living on the stars are awakening one by one, and more and more civilizations are being destroyed in the incidental waves of the ancient gods' awakening.

The High Heaven cannot send out "angels" frequently. Those Hafrigards who have reached the [Star Seed] stage are unconscious and have no self. Their attendance often means a huge disaster, and even those civilizations may be forced to perish.