Asian Girl Completion Manual

That is, at the same time, on the sixth day above the fifth day, suspended in the dark sky, the red-haired archangel Michael with three pairs of illusory wings quickly broke through the thick layers. The ether went up all the way, and soon landed in front of the huge wisdom vortex. Then, he scanned the dead wisdom vortex, and seemed to sigh after being away for a long time.

Back then, before Angel Gabriel was tortured to the point of madness by the pain of losing his son, angels from other heavens often came here with doubts and curiosity, either to look up information, or to talk to this man who had lived in the sixth heaven for a long time. Talk to the wise men. Even the Archangel Michael, who is so proficient in war and forging, is often inspired by Gabriel on many big or small things, thus breaking through the shackles of his own thoughts and finding new paths.

The kindness and wisdom of the Archangel Gabriel are very famous in the Holy Realm. Even the elves on the far side of the tree continent have heard about it. In the past years, there were even elves who traveled thousands of miles to visit Gabriel. smell.

However, now all of this is covered by her madness and deathly silence, and the wonderful scenes in the past are no longer there, which makes Michael feel a little sad.

Michael hesitated for a moment and pushed open the door of the Wisdom Vortex. There was no light in the wide space inside. Only the illusory eyes behind Gabriel hanging in mid-air were glowing. The entire Wisdom Vortex was dim, as if she was trapped at the moment. The heart is average.

The low temperature of the universe behind him blew the ether wrapped in the sixth day into the whirlpool of wisdom, rolling up a few pieces of paper scattered on the ground. The golden words of Gabriel on them were still clearly visible, but it was a pity that since she went crazy Since then, no one has taken care of this whirlpool, so it looks quite messy.

"Gabriel, here I come."

Although he knew there would be no response, Michael still said hello as before. He looked at Gabriel, who was lying on his side in the center of the vortex, holding a crystal, and said in a low voice.

"Be good. Go to sleep"

Of course, Gabriel just smiled and looked at the crystal in his arms, foolishly and repeatedly murmuring the words to put the child to sleep, without responding to Michael's intention.

Her child lost his life in his sleep, so Gabriel's memory seemed to remain on the night before the child lost his life.

I still remember that the little angel was very noisy that night and refused to sleep no matter what. She had to coax her for a long time before she could fall asleep.

Michael narrowed his eyes, turned around and followed the search column of Angel Text on the bookshelf and walked towards the bookshelf that stored the book about Tree Continent. On the ground in front of the bookshelf, there were two open books lying on it. There, it seemed that something was reading them just now, but now it has disappeared.

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Michael's tall figure paused for a moment on the bookshelf. With a wave of his hand, all the books on the bookshelf floated out one after another, automatically turning their pages in mid-air. It wasn't until a minute passed that he locked them. A few books that may contain information about World Tree's teardrops were placed in his hands, and the rest were automatically placed on the bookshelf.

He picked up one of the books and lowered his head to read the contents recorded by Archangel Gabriel.

"The Beginning of Tree Continent"

"In the ancient times, when the world first opened, the Lord God Lamastia created three children whom he loved with supreme authority, and gave them the natural responsibility to resist chaos. They have reached the limit of living beings and have reached the limit of authority. Margin can be called a demigod, the most direct and effective representative of the few true gods who cannot interfere in the world."

"But unfortunately, as time passed, the three demigods gradually became tired of this illusory mission, and their inner dissatisfaction with each other and the main god of Lamastia became increasingly strong, and gradually turned into a real and far-reaching influence on them. action."

"Ferma Baha Dragon God has left the gap many times without permission and relaxed his duty to guard there; although World Tree still abides by the laws left by the Lord God on the surface and has repeatedly criticized the Dragon God for his omissions, privately he has abandoned his own His real name is Jianmu, but the elves and even all living beings in the Tree Continent never know his true name."

"As the children of the demigods, we have more or less continued their sentiments; as far as I know, there are not a few angels in the sanctuary who are at odds with the elves, but it's just because of the one that the demigods have not revealed so far. Paper, the world maintains peace in such a fragile balance."

Gabriel did not write about the situation of Heaven's Lock here, but Michael knew in his heart that Master Tian's Lock would definitely not be much better, otherwise he would not have personally returned from outside the territory to build the sanctuary 10,000 years ago.

Skipping these contents that Gabriel recorded and that he himself knew well, Michael turned the pages of the book with great purpose and looked at the contents at the back.

"As the eldest sister of World Tree, Master Yggdrasil has an item gifted by the true god, named [Loom of Destiny], but even I have never seen the true appearance of the loom, and I don't know its specific effects; the loom is thousands of years old. It has only been circulated by the World Tree once in a hundred years, and a derivative containing the World Tree and the power of destiny came to the world, which was a teardrop for the World Tree, and was rewarded by the World Tree to the elves for worship."

"I have heard the Elf King mention before that gazing at the teardrops of the World Tree for a long time can make the elves burst into tears uncontrollably. When I asked them about it, they actually said they saw a hazy scene in the past when they were not yet born."

"But the elves are creatures fabricated by the World Tree using its authority. How could it be like this? Or do they see what their souls looked like before they were taken away from the spirit world by authority? This makes me wonder, what if the spirit world is like this? Only the soul in the world has the characteristics of consciousness, so what is the essence of consciousness?”

Gabriel's record ended here, but Michael held the book and was speechless for a long time.

His rank is extremely high, with a total of nineteen ranks, and he has a complete understanding of the invisible rules laid down by the gods around him. Except for those few transferred people from outside the world, most of them Most people are bound by these rules, act according to the rules, and are naturally resistant to irregular chaos.

Michael and many angels have tried to forge creations with clear minds, but this is not a simple matter. They cannot reproduce the consciousness in the soul, and without the power of life, they cannot even reproduce the carrier of the soul, making A vessel for releasing consciousness

Everything seems so impossible, but that book

In this extremely quiet thinking, Michael's thoughts were completely stagnant. He became more and more curious about the forging method mentioned by Fisher, as if there were countless cat hairs gently brushing in his heart, and as if he had opened the door. The toy at full power slid over his body, making him feel itchy.

"Xixissuosuo."

At this moment, there was a slight noise from the bookshelf behind him, interrupting Michael's contemplation.

He looked back with terrifying coercion, but saw only a peaceful collection of bookshelves and books. It was as if the ether from outside had blown into the library and rolled up a little drooping gauze curtain.

Angel Gabriel has almost completely lost his mind, so of course he would not do such a thing. Moreover, it seems that he did not see the consciousness object that was kept by Angel Gabriel.

Michael hooked his hand, and the ether in front of him immediately wrapped up the terrifying heat and rushed towards the bookshelf in front of him. Gabriel's books were protected by her golden letters, so of course they would be fine. Probably that consciousness There will be no preconditions for the item, provided that it can withstand the high temperature.

"Ahhh, it's so hot, so hot, so hot."

But less than a second passed, Emhart, who was still pretending to be a book sandwiched between the two books, jumped up unbearably, turned the cover of the book and pointed it at the last page, and the mouth on it pouted, He kept blowing into it, and he didn't know how he could do it without any organs.

Michael opened his fingers expressionlessly, and Emhart spun like a top and flew into his hand, scaring him so much that he kept shouting with a drake voice,

"Let me go! Let me go! Help! Fisher!! Kill the book!!"

Michael looked at Emhardt, who was unable to escape from his grasp, and felt the fear in him that was no different from that of a normal creature. He seemed completely unable to understand how this little soulless book in front of him could carry consciousness.

After several seconds passed, Michael stopped his inspection and commented,

"Ugly outside, empty inside, how did your consciousness come about?"

"Your mother!"

Emhard, who was grabbed by Michael, turned around and scolded him, but Michael showed no sign of anger and just said to him,

"Are you still angry? It's interesting. Answer me a few questions truthfully and I will let you go. How about that?"

"Bah, I won't say anything."

"Oh? It seems that you have a good relationship with that human man, his name is Fisher? How is he now, do you want to know?"

Emhard, who was being carried by him, was silent for a moment, turned his head in mid-air, looked at Michael in front of him warily, and said hesitantly,

".What do you want to ask me?"

"Do you have a name?"

"Book Sir Emhart, or The Great Emhart."

"Do you remember how long you lived?"

"Thousands of years or more?"

"Do you remember what happened before?"

"Of course! I'm not a fool, I remember everything!"

Michael raised his eyebrows and then asked,

"Do you know where you are? Can you see things and recognize what you see?"

"Of course I can. Can you stop asking these things that should be taken for granted? I..."

Michael soon realized that the object in front of him had the ability to clearly feel the world, think for itself, and give feedback, which was an ability that the holy objects of consciousness they had tried to forge in the past did not possess.

Are the tears of the World Tree really so magical that they can break through the shackles of the soul and give him the ability to think?

"Have you finished asking, can you tell me about Fisher?"

Michael's meditation was interrupted, he lowered his head and said,

"There's one last thing I need your help with."

"Whaaaah!"

Emhart's movement to speak came to an abrupt halt, because the next second, his fingers pinching the cover of Emhart's book sank little by little into it. The strange power distorted the specific laws, and the rules in all directions were distorted. They showed their toughest appearance, and similarly, everything lingering on Emhart also became clearer.

Amidst Emhardt's painful screams, light golden cracks lit up on the cover of his book. Among the light golden cracks, Michael saw illusory and countless interlacing threads. After being entangled, he saw a golden ocean with no distinction between space and time, and he would soon see the essence of Emhardt's consciousness.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Emhardt's screams did not interrupt Michael's exploration of the mysteries of consciousness. His fingers sank little by little toward the golden ocean under the book cover, trying to go deeper.

"Buzz buzz"

But at this moment, Michael suddenly felt a chill running down his spine, and a feeling of extreme danger suddenly surged into his heart, causing the six wings on his hot back to sway slightly, like a candle in the wind. stop.

All the heavy bookshelves around were shaking violently, and the entire cosmic vortex began to emit a trembling cry. The rotating solar ring below stopped little by little and made a harsh "click" sound along the ether, solidifying the flowing artificial medium around it. .

Michael suddenly retracted the fingers that were buried in Emhardt's book cover. Emhardt, who was delirious from the pain, rolled several times in mid-air and landed on the ground. He twitched a few times and managed to hold on. He stood up, opened his mouth, and raised his head, only to see that the terrifying angel floating in the center of the library had quietly stood in front of him.

She was still holding the crystal in her arms, but at this time her eyes were no longer on the crystal, but looking at Michael in front of her expressionlessly.

Michael's pupils shrank, and he looked at Gabriel in surprise as he landed on the ground again and started walking. After a moment or two of silence, he took the initiative to speak,

"Gabriel?"

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But Gabriel didn't say anything. She just stared at Michael blankly, like a pitiful patient who was harmless to humans and animals, until the terrifying pressure around her shrank back into her body little by little, and her back turned dark red with a streak of The large number of illusory eyes that looked like angry eyes returned to the aimless wandering state of the past.

She floated up little by little, looked blankly at the crystal in her arms, and whispered,

"Don't be afraid."

Michael looked at Gabriel who had floated back to the center of the whirlpool again, pondered for a few seconds, looked at his fingers that still felt cold, then waved his hand and threw the book he was reading next to him back on the bookshelf. .

And Emhardt, who was in excruciating pain before lying on the ground, regained his strength little by little. He turned his head and scolded Michael with a sullen face,

"Your mother! You liar! How dare you call yourself a saint! Bah! You liar! A shameless person!"

Emhard silently retreated little by little toward Gabriel, cursing, and looking warily at Michael in front of him, worried that he would do something to him again.

Michael snorted and didn't bother to answer him. His technique was precise. Although he didn't know why he felt pain, he didn't damage the structure of this guy's body.

He was not angry, but looked at Gabriel. He seemed not to have expected that Gabriel would come down from there. After all, Sariel had teleported her there before for him to go to the high platform for a meeting. Normally, She stayed here motionless, holding the crystal and talking to herself, but she didn't expect today.

Michael shook his head, shook his white robe, looked at Emhard on the ground and said,

"Your Fisher is doing very well, you don't have to worry anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was almost at the door, but when he was about to go out, he suddenly turned back, looked at Gabriel and asked,

"Gabriel, I want to seize the Elf's World Tree Teardrop without telling Sariel. This conscious book has an angel's pattern inside. That Fisher is not as simple as the transferred person. He is hiding in the World Tree Teardrop. The secret of the Queen is not that simple. You were once the wisest angel among us, and I hope to know your opinion."

As usual, Michael asked Gabriel a question, but just like in the past, she still failed to give him an answer. She just curled up in mid-air, holding the baby in her arms blankly. Crystal, murmured,

"Be good."

"Farewell, Gabriel."

Michael, who had not waited for an answer, no longer stayed. He nodded to Gabriel, who had no clear consciousness, then closed the door of the Wisdom Vortex and quickly disappeared into the sixth day.

"Damn! What a despicable angel. I unilaterally declare that guy is no longer the angel I respect!!"

The cursing Emhard was about to fly up like a spitting fire. As soon as Michael left, his words became much louder, as if he was scolding him right in front of Michael.

But after all, this is not true. After cursing several times, the breathless Emhard shook his head and murmured,

"Can't the saints make me? But I was obviously made by the saints, but I really can't remember which saint made me. But Fisher can't possibly know how I was made. What should I do if I was created? Damn it, how long will I be locked up here? Fisher, come and save me."

When he thought that it would be difficult for Fisher to save him, Emhardt felt a little depressed. He subconsciously came to Gabriel with a book in his mouth and prepared to read to relieve his sadness. Since he discovered that Gabriel Although Bailie's strength was terrifying, he actually had no clear consciousness at all. After that, his reading location became very random.

The only thing you have to do is stay away from her when sleeping. After all, even the great Sir Book of Relics can't fall asleep listening to that empty murmur. The rest of the time, he usually runs around, but he doesn't read many books. He keeps reading. He started to be in a daze, always thinking about when Fisher would come to pick him up.

He put a book on the ground with a sigh, opened the pages and started reading. Before he read a few lines, he suddenly thought of something. He looked back at Gabriel floating in the air behind him, watching her because of the loss of her son. But looking pitifully in pain, he still spoke,

"Thank you just now, Lord Saint. I didn't expect you to be willing to help me despite being so sad. Thank you."

Gabriel in the sky looked at him with the crystal in his arms, and looked at him quietly. Just when Emhart felt that she was about to say something, Gabriel suddenly turned his head.

"Don't be afraid. Baby, we don't look at ugly things. Don't be afraid."

"Your mother!!"

Emhardt, whose defense was completely broken, was injured for the second time. He jumped up in anger and shouted.

He couldn't stay here for a second. He felt that Fisher must be just like him now and worried about him. He must persevere!

"Does this look good?"

At this time, Fisher, who Emhart was thinking about deeply, was holding his chin and watching the smiling Hrel put a set of clothes in front of him and asked like a gesture.

".Isn't it me who came here to find clothes? Why are you asking me?"

"Isn't it because you don't wear our standard white robe? Otherwise, you wouldn't like the clothes here that only angels who love beauty like to wear, right? I will have to go to other heavens to get the clothes you want later, but you You know, there are very few angels in the sanctuary, and they work very slowly, and I am no exception, especially when I see beautiful clothes."

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Fisher was speechless and glanced at the clothes next to him. Among them, there were two types of clothes for the fifth day. One was a neutral, loose white robe, but because it did not have an inner pocket designed for storage, it was a waste of time. Scheer wanted to change into other clothes. The other one was an elegant feminine-oriented skirt with integrated pleats. It was very beautiful, but it didn't suit her very well.

"Aren't there very few of you angels who are sure of their gender? These are the things that female-biased angels like to wear?"

"Yes. Michael-sama also likes to wear it when he is not forging."

"Wait, he's a female-biased angel?"

"He also likes to wear the kind you like, especially during war. Most of the time, Michael-sama gives me the impression that he is the type who has a tiger in his heart and smells the roses. He is in charge of war and casting. It’s probably hard to understand from your human perspective that someone who exists in the first place likes to play with that kind of toys, right?”

".Indeed, a little."

"That Mr. Fisher."

Just when Heller put down the clothes in his hands, Asuka Karasawa, who had changed into an elegant white short robe, walked out of another room. This seemed to be the first time for her to wear such clothes. She usually wore this kind of clothes in the temple. I either wear a monk's robe when I'm at school, or a school uniform when I'm at school, and rarely go out, so even if I wear this kind of clothing now, I subconsciously feel restrained and embarrassed.

I always feel that there is air leakage everywhere. It’s so scary.

When Fisher heard this, he looked over and saw Tang Ze's little face was red. In fact, the short robe covered most of her body, but the exposed lotus arms also turned pink because of her shyness. It was really cute. .

For some reason, Fisher suddenly thought of Jasmine.

"This piece of clothing seems a little too loose. Otherwise, why don't you change it?"

"Okay, little cutie. It doesn't matter if you change into a few more. Maybe Fisher and I can enjoy it~"

"Hey, hey, hey?!"

Fisher held his chin and looked at Asuka Karasawa who ran away shyly and Heller who was covering his mouth and grinning evilly. He didn't speak for a moment. Not only was Heller right but he was thinking about other things.

However, he probably also misses Emhart, who has been away for a long time, right?

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