【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

The girl's pupils narrowed for a moment.

Not an impeccable defense!

The long battle, the destruction of the wind field... His divine power has probably been exhausted.

There must be some areas where the defense is weak - ordinary arrows can't penetrate it, but her ice arrows may not.

Thinking about it, the girl made a "please help me cover" gesture to everyone. The poet understood it, summoned the archers, and instantly created an artificial rain of arrows; Andrius roared and mobilized the wolves to launch the first attack. After countless charges, he actually built a wolf bridge and rushed up to the tower.

The combination of these elements was enough to temporarily conceal the girl's whereabouts. When she passed by the poet, she whispered "Don't stand in the wind" and walked around to the opposite side of the army and quietly climbed up to a high ground.

This sudden and intensive attack succeeded in distracting Diehlappian. When the arrows fell, the girl had already escaped from his sight.

The girl on the other side had not reached the top yet. The poet looked at that place from a distance and raised his hand high:

"put!"

"put!"

"Put it back!"

The continuous arrows weaved into a dense net, successfully delaying the girl's time, and also successfully angered Dickapian.

The moment the girl finally reached the top, the wind element lingered around Dikalapian's body, and his eyes glowed cyan. In an instant, a strong wind blew, and the girl almost lost her balance.

What a strong wind.

Is Dick Lapian going to release the last of his divine power?

This thought flashed past, like lightning on a rainy night, and the next moment there was a roar of thunder in the girl's mind.

The girl suddenly turned around, only to see arrows losing their direction in the strong wind and being involved in the storm——

The arrows gathered in the center of the rotating vortex, turned the arrows, and flew towards the crowd!

"don't want--!"

The scene in front of her overlapped with her dream. Those arrows didn't even stay in the girl's sight for too long, leaving only afterimages.

There was no time to be sad, and no chance to cry. Almost in an instant, the girl stepped forward and opened her long bow - now is the best time.

The world fell into silence at this moment, and the girl could no longer hear any sound in her ears.

This place is very close to the top of the tower. The girl only needs to aim at the position of Dickapian's heart, and then release her hand——

Diehlappian slowly turned around and met her murderous eyes.

The noise returned to the girl's ears at this moment, and she heard it.

When I heard it, it seemed that some people were crying, some were struggling, and some were shouting:

Poet, poet...!

That's too late.

Didn't catch up.

Tears welled up at this moment, and the blue light penetrated the aftermath of the storm, making a sound of breaking through the sky.

Dickapian didn't look away, he didn't even blink.

Just stood there, welcoming Hyouya's arrival.

The Bow of Amos is indeed a good bow.

The ice arrows hit around Die Lapian's body, confronting the wind blade, and let out a tooth-piercing scream.

The girl could hardly lift her hand, and her elemental power was as thin as the air under water. All she could do was stare at Dickapian.

Diehlappian seemed to smile, opened his mouth, and said something silently.

The next second, the blue light passed through Diehlappian's body in the chaos of war, and was deeply embedded in the stone wall behind him.

In an instant, the wind walls on all sides shattered, whipping up strong winds and pushing the wind and snow that tried to invade inward into the distance.

The ice arrow exploded, followed the scattered wind, and rushed towards the snowfield, submerging into the vast and desolate white.

The thousand-year imprisonment of Old Mondstadt was broken in this snow.

Diekalapian's body did not fall, but turned into a wisp of smoke like those wind puppets.

The green smoke drifted and gathered at the place where Diego Kalapian finally stood, forming a swirling vortex.

"Miss Hunter—run—"

It's the knight's voice.

In his arms was the fallen poet.

He was shouting at the top of his lungs.

But it was too late.

From the beginning, she put herself in a desperate situation.

How could you not know?

Even if the demon god is exhausted, the energy burst out at the moment of death is enough to kill a mortal.

The girl stretched out her fingertips, activated the last bit of elemental power, and created a shield——

Covering the whirlpool.

All the people in the tower were retreating, and some dropped their weapons and ran towards the girl.

The wind vortex continued to tighten, and finally exploded like a rebound.

The shield created by that thin elemental force is still too weak in the face of the power of the gods.

The girl's eyes clearly reflected the elemental power that was so strong that it had a real form rushing toward her, and then she slowly closed her eyes.

tear.

Every wisp of wind has its own consciousness, thrusting in different directions.

Is this supposed to be death?

For some reason, the girl didn't have the fear of dying.

She felt gratified, relieved, and contented - because her death meant the complete destruction of Diehlappian, the victory of this battle, the heroic soul's final destination, and freedom that would finally bless this place.

Death may be a momentary thing, but the girl felt it was extremely long. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind. For example, the sadness of the poet's death in battle only surged at this moment. For example, what did Diego Rapian say at the last moment of his life? .

Seems to be--

Amos.

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Several arrows were buried deep in the poet's heart.

His unfocused eyes widened, facing the blue sky.

It was quiet all around.

Suddenly, a white bird flew past his eyes.

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The little sylph did not immediately react to the fact that he had lost two close friends at once.

Just as it was trying to protect people from the storm, power flowed through its body, and it burst out with even more powerful power, crushing all the divine power generated after the death of Dickapian.

It, no, it was Him. At this moment, he was no longer a wind elf with divine status, but a real god.

The knight who witnessed everything was silent, knelt down on one knee to the wind elf, and dedicated his faith to the new god.

All the surviving warriors witnessed the birth of the god - and they all fell to their knees, and not just for their new god.

It is also for the freedom that has been fought for for a long time, for the companions who have devoted themselves to freedom, and for the self who has tried his best.

However, the elf did not realize that he had become a god. He just circled around the young man lying down blankly, lifted his hat, and blew his hair——

Look, we won.

Look, you are free.

You look at the blue sky, you look at the white clouds, you look at the flying birds.

Look at me.

The sylph, who finally accepted the fact, lay on the boy's chest and twitched, gradually transforming into the boy's appearance.

The wind elf, who had just taken on human form, didn't understand what was happening with the rain falling from his eyes. He just wiped his face blankly and then raised his head:

"Can you... help me find the hunter's body?"

And on the cliff where the girl stayed last, there was only a gorgeous, exquisite, and warrior-like bow left.