Chapter 146: Twilight Witch or White Saint? (2)

Cecilia lay quietly on the bed, like a sleeping beauty.

Her hair had completely turned a bright red color, as if dyed with blood.

She did not participate in Ron's funeral. Since the arrival of God, Cecilia's body was completely exhausted and she fell into a coma and fell into a deep sleep. Even now, she still has not woken up.

Virgil arranged for two nuns to take care of her... This may be Cecilia's highest status in the church.

After all, she was just a serving nun, and she was the most despised existence in the Church of the Goddess of Dawn... Even if her status improved after following Ron, she would never be able to be taken care of by other nuns.

Cecilia's body was undergoing subtle changes. Her face, mainly at the corners of her eyes, diagonally to both sides, gradually grew scarlet marks that looked like tree branches, making her originally innocent little face There was something eerie and strange about her face, as charming as a witch.

Her injuries have completely healed.

The aura on his body also became stronger and stronger.

Just nearby, the two nuns taking care of Cecilia felt a strange feeling for no reason, and the blood in their bodies seemed to be boiling.

Suddenly, her eyelashes began to tremble.

The next moment, his eyes opened.

The scarlet eyes reveal a strange charm, as beautiful as rubies.

the other side!

Irelia is in a weird place.

It was a city, but it was grander, taller, and emptier than any city Irelia had ever seen.

It was like an unprecedentedly huge Colosseum.

Magnificent and majestic!

Irelia didn't know exactly where this place was, and the awakening of her body and the surging magic power couldn't attract Irelia's half attention.

She no longer cared about the psalms.

She wants something more powerful that can destroy everything, not just a weak support.

No matter what the cost.

Once, Irelia chose to escape in front of the button in the library, but this time, she did not hesitate for a moment. The moment she pressed the button, her body and her consciousness had already appeared in this special place. Space.

It is surrounded by towering walls, like a huge prison.

In front of him was a staircase, a staircase that didn't know how high it was and where it led to.

Irelia took a deep breath. Without much hesitation, she raised her slender right leg and stepped onto the steps filled with the smell of decay.

One step, two steps, one layer, two layers...

Irelia didn't know how much time had passed. Here, she couldn't feel the passage of time at all. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, there was some fiery red sky in the sky. There was no change at all from beginning to end, as if this was a world. A space where time is completely frozen.

She seemed to have climbed very high.

Inadvertently looking down, Irelia felt as if her brain was dizzy, her body swayed slightly, and she almost fell down.

That height is several thousand meters, right?

The unprecedented dizziness made Irelia retract her sight. She raised her head and glanced upwards. Her eyes flickered slightly, but she still couldn't see the end at a glance. Here, it seemed that there was no difference from looking up from the ground.

Her throat moved slightly, and Irelia felt her throat was a little dry. Her slightly pale tongue slightly moistened her lips, and Irelia continued to climb upward.

A gust of wind blew.

It's very windy high in the sky.

The entire ladder seemed to be shaking in the strong wind.

Irelia only felt her feet were unstable, and her body fell down the side of the narrow ladder.

Thousands of meters high, a completely uncontrolled free fall and a strong sense of weightlessness brought indescribable fear.

Just when Irelia thought she was about to be thrown to death, her spirit suddenly shook. Looking down, she saw dusty ground beneath her feet, and in front of her was a ladder leading to who knows where. She was back to the starting point, as if the long days and nights that had passed just now were just her own. Dreamland.

Just on the side of the ladder, there is an extra door.

Irelia knew that as long as she opened the door, she could leave this strange space.

Taking a deep breath, Irelia raised her feet again and stepped onto the steps in front of her.

Once, twice, three times...

One hundred times, two hundred times, three hundred times...

Irelia didn't know how many times she tried. Each time after reaching a certain level, there would be some more special trials.

Sometimes, it is the fierce wind that blows you off the ladder to heaven.

Sometimes, the sky is full of ice and snow, making it difficult to stand on the steps.

Sometimes, it's a thunder...

Every time you fail, an extra door will appear in the empty city wall, as if to constantly remind Irelia, give up. As long as you pass through this door, you can leave here and escape from this torturous world. Dreamland.

Irelia gasped.

She felt very tired.

Mental exhaustion.

She is chasing powerful power, but the ladder with no end in sight is like an illusory dream. No matter how beautiful it seems, it is always difficult to touch.

The torture caused by constant failure, the pain caused by disappointment, and the despair caused by no end in sight were almost filling Irelia's soul. She could no longer even distinguish what was real and what was false.

It's very simple to escape from this kind of torture. You just need to take a step to the side and open the door next to you.

It's that simple.

Squeak!

A strange voice sounded in Irelia's ears.

When Irelia didn't touch it at all, the door actually opened on its own.

Outside, is the Morol Cathedral.

In the church, the nuns were walking around, and the bright sunshine cast shadows. The green plants were swaying in the breeze. The statue of the goddess of dawn was emitting a hazy and soft light, looking at the world with kindness and compassion. .

What a beautiful picture.

Everything is the same as before.

Squeak!

Behind him, another door opened.

Irelia's heart trembled. She even saw that familiar figure waving to her on the other side of the door, as if she could fall into that familiar and warm embrace just by walking through the door.

He even held a child in his arms. Was that her and his child?

This is the life Irelia has always wanted in her dreams.

There was a trace of obsession on her face, and her little hand couldn't help but stretched towards the other side of the door.

But just when Irelia was about to stretch out her fingertips, the scene that had happened once again played out before her eyes, and her scarlet heart burned Irelia's eyes.

Her body suddenly shook, and she looked at the door again. It was still the wonderful and addictive picture. A trace of reluctance flashed in Irelia's eyes, and then she turned around resolutely and stepped onto the door again. Those cold steps.

She needs to be powerful enough.

If Ron has fallen into the abyss.

Then she will overturn the abyss.

What if Ron was already out of his mind.

Then she would regroup Ron's soul.

If Ron had completely disappeared, even if she could reverse time and go back to the past, she would still have to change her bad fate.

With this persistence, Irelia moved forward slowly but extremely resolutely. The biting wind could not shake her delicate body, and could only make her long silver hair flutter in the air.

The snow and ice in the sky could not slow down Irelia's steps, but could only leave her footprints one after another on the steps.

Invisible pressure descended from the void, bending Irelia's waist, but she could not stop her trembling legs.

Looking back, I saw that the vast and empty city below had long been overwhelmed by densely packed doors.

one thousand? Ten thousand?

Or more?

Irelia smiled slightly, held her head high again, and stepped onto the last step.

The pressure that originally enveloped him suddenly dissipated.

Irelia couldn't help but sit on the ground, panting heavily. After a few seconds, she looked around.

Where she is is a platform.

There is a small altar on the platform compared to this giant city and the ladder to heaven.

On the altar, there was only a thick book with a yellow cover.

Irelia's throat squirmed slightly. She supported her extremely tired body and walked to the altar. Her fingers touched the hair cover, which felt slightly frosted.

The smell of decay and decay is seeping from the book.

Twilight book!

Twilight Witch!

…

News of the disaster in Larnaca City will eventually spread uncontrollably.

And for some, nothing matters more than the death of one of them.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief because of Ron's death, such as the three divine messengers. Their secrets finally didn't have to worry about being exposed.

Of course, I hope this guy didn't tell anyone else the news before he died.

There are also people who are unwilling to accept it, such as Apu Lawn Montgomery. Ron died so easily. How could he accept this? He wanted to kill that guy with his own hands.

Thinking of the humiliation he suffered in front of Ron, Apu couldn't help but tremble all over, and this anger and resentment never had a chance to be vented.

There were also people who were ecstatic, such as Gray Andre... But when he thought of the debt of half a million gold coins he owed, the excitement in Gray Andre's heart suddenly disappeared.

Christian, who had just suppressed the seal, was still a little pale. When he walked out of the deepest part of the headquarters of the Church of the Dawn Goddess, the figure of Deina the Forgotten had already appeared beside Christian, leaning into the ear of the great saint, whispering Whispered.

In an instant, the body of the great saint was shaken suddenly. Her already pale cheeks no longer showed any trace of blood, and her heart felt as if a piece of it had been hollowed out, feeling empty and uncomfortable.

Dolores, who had just finished a banquet with the nobles and returned to her room, saw the information hesitantly sent by the female warrior. The potion used to relieve the hangover fell to the ground with a clatter. Shattered to pieces.

Agnes, who had left the royal city and was heading to Dragon Valley, heard about the disaster in Larnaca City from the merchants passing by.

For the first time, a strange expression appeared on the face of the former seventh princess.

The mysterious captain once said that her fate had long been entangled with Ron, but he died before he even met Ron?

Did the mysterious Mr. Captain get it wrong?

Or is it that Mr. Captain is at a disadvantage in the game with a certain being?

Just when Agnes was confused, familiar threads appeared in front of her.

Agnes sighed helplessly, then took the initiative to open her arms, letting the silk threads wrap around her soft body.

Chapter 2 is presented.