Another World: My life is on the hook!

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Just at the moment she said the name, a hand stretched out from the storm and suddenly grasped the dazzling golden spear. Amid the howling wind, a figure could be vaguely seen disappearing.

The storm was torn apart, and under the rolling black fog, a figure with blue flames burning all over his body, holding a golden spear, like a dead person from the evil spirit, instantly stabbed towards the self-bound angel from under the high sky.

The faint light in the yellow sand reflected the pair of cold blue eyes.

boom--

that moment.

The self-bound angel drew out the sword from his waist strap, and the blazing sword light collided heavily with the golden spear.

The terrifying gust of air that erupted almost instantly dispersed the entire storm. The terrifying energy caused the ground beneath the self-bound angel's feet to sink several meters in an instant. Even the Witch God retreated repeatedly in the storm, unable to stabilize his body.

"You are finally willing to see me."

There was a hint of relief in the eyes of the self-bound angel.

"Anna."

brush--

Six pale giant angel wings instantly bloomed behind the figure that fell from the sky. The burning blue flames carried a chill and power that was completely different from the angel's sacred fire.

At the same time, behind the self-bound angel, the twelve huge golden wings were revealed at the moment of the fight.

that moment.

It was like a meeting and confrontation between two angels.

In that uninhabited wilderness, an indescribable miraculous spectacle blossomed.

The figure holding the spear was forced back and fell hundreds of meters away.

Under the fluttering hood, the figure's eyes revealed an extremely complicated expression. She held a spear in her hand, looking at the man with twelve golden wings opposite her, the former ruler of the sacred world, their sister, their mistress, who had been defined as a dead person in the great fall three thousand years ago.

"Why are you still alive?"

The figure uttered a sound, carrying with it an indelible sadness.

"It's been three thousand years. If you have been alive all this time, why didn't you contact us? You forgot the country you created and all of our sisters, right?"

The self-bound angel looked at the figure opposite with the same complicated expression.

She took a deep breath.

"sorry."

She couldn't argue.

Nor can it be explained.

Because so much has changed in these three thousand years.

From the time she founded the City of Night, from the time she gradually regained her sanity amidst the curse and pain, from the time she opened her eyes and saw herself in such a dilapidated and terrifying dark world, for a long time, she found it difficult to walk out of the shadow of the fall.

She thought disaster had struck, darkness had swallowed up everything she once had, her sisters, her country.

And later she learned that her sisters in the sacred world had survived those difficult times again.

It was a long, long time ago.

She didn't dare to contact them again, nor did she dare to give them that unfathomable hope.

"We've been looking for you."

The figure held the spear tightly in his hand.

"Many sisters firmly believe that you are not dead. They left our country and kept trying to find you throughout the main universe. Even if you really fell into hell, we firmly believe that you will come back to lead us. In the blink of an eye, three thousand years have passed."

Her hand holding the spear was trembling slightly.

The self-bound angel took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly, not daring to face her.

She knew it.

After Blue Star, when she saw the sister who had merged with Cthulhu, she knew that they had never given up.

"I'm sorry for you."

she whispered.

Half of the world died because of her, the sacred world was destroyed because of her, and she was unable to provide an outcome for all those who loved her when the disaster struck.

Sometimes, living is much more painful than dying.

Because when you die, you no longer have to bear the guilt and pain.

The figure looked at her from afar with a turbulent gaze. She held the spear tightly, and then finally walked towards her step by step. There seemed to be tears in her eyes, and finally at that moment, the spear in her hand suddenly stabbed the throat of the self-bound angel.

hum-

The tip of the spear stopped just a few centimeters away from her neck.

The self-bound angel did not dodge. There was a look of sorrow on her face. She closed her eyes, raised her chin, and said:

"Anna, I..."

But the pain from the spear did not come.

In the long silence.

She has been struggling with the illusion of the past.

But when she opened her eyes, she saw the sobbing shoulders of the figure. The spear had already been thrown to the ground by her. She hugged her tightly like the child she was back then. Her whole body was shaking with intense emotions. You could even hear the sad sobs under the hood.

Yes, that was her mistress.

As an angel of wisdom from the holy world, how could she possibly lay hands on her own mistress?

Three thousand years of time.

An ancient dead spirit will only leave those who are still alive with constant nostalgia and sorrow, but nothing can compare to that reunion.

"They are all dead. Many sisters are dead!"

"The world we rebuilt with great difficulty is gone. The army of disaster destroyed everything we had. We failed to defend it. Just like three thousand years ago, we have lost everything!"

She told her of her great pain and regret.

The line of defense that had been built with the combined strength of all the exiles over the past three thousand years was torn apart by the disaster almost in an instant.

It was like it was telling them all.

Your ignorance and weakness are as ridiculous as ants on the ground in the face of the real doomsday.

The self-bound angel hugged her tightly. She saw that under the six huge wings behind her, several of the wings had turned to ashes, as if something had torn her wings off her body.

Her heart ached.

She knew that her once youngest sister had experienced far more than she, the so-called mistress.

"You suffered."

She said with complexity and pity.

The figure loosened his arms that were holding her tightly, tears flowing from his eyes, and when the self-bound angel took off her hood, she saw that familiar face.

She is the Cherubim, the youngest of her former sisters.

At that time she was just a child with a pair of wings, but now she has grown into an outstanding fighter, but on her face, there is a scar that spreads almost from her forehead to her chin, almost ruining her entire face.

"your face……"

The cherubim smiled and wiped away the tears on his face, saying:

"It's ugly, isn't it? But compared to all the people who died, this is the least of the pain."