Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

"You are......"

"If the memory of the past still remains, you should be able to recognize me."

"..."

The little brown-haired girl said so softly, but the mother god fell silent when she heard this.

Adavia, the king of the spirit race, is naturally known to the mother goddess who has the memory of Shia, but the relationship between the two is too complicated, but fortunately, Adavia doesn't seem to want to mention too many things.

"I can guarantee that only his remaining soul will not dissipate. Those souls that are fused with the power you gave him can't be controlled. You have to figure out your own way. As for the body, it's very simple for you Bar."

"Well, I know how to do it, just leave the rest to me."

"That's it, then let's work hard, after all, compared to me, you are more unacceptable to lose him."

In the faint voice, the figure of the evil god floated in the air and slowly disappeared, and the mother goddess with a complicated expression turned her eyes to Roja again, and the majestic mantra turned into thousands of invisible silk threads, wrapping the boy's body, On the other side, the control of the six angels also returned to the hands of the mother god.

"I'm sorry, mother, the gap between me and the savior is too great, I can only let the soul combine with the envoy to compete with it. Of the six envoys, only one is left..."

"No, it's okay, you've done enough, much better than me."

Shaking her head slightly, the silver-white haired woman wiped away the tears on her face, choked up and said:

"For thousands of years, you are the first person to really hurt him, and you are still so seriously injured. Even I have never done this kind of thing."

"...It's Adavia's credit, otherwise, the envoys and I can only temporarily destroy his body."

"Maybe it is, but she is your strength too, isn't she?"

Caressing the boy's silver-white hair, the Mother Goddess sighed with emotion.

"Although that child looks friendly, she was supposed to not help or hurt you. Being able to persuade her to take action is a miracle in itself, let alone having them."

Looking at the aurora that surrounded Roja and looked around, looking worried, a little inconceivable flashed across the woman's face.

"They hardly communicate with people. Even the highland elves I gave permission can only restrict their actions. How did you do it..."

Hearing the mother god's self-talking question, Roja showed a slight wry smile on his face. The matter of the crown stone is a contradictory point of the boy's identity, and he can't explain it, but what the brown-haired girl thinks in his heart, he But somewhat understand.

Slightly squinting his eyes, Roja fell silent for a while, he thought for a while, then suddenly looked at the woman in front of him and whispered:

"Leaving aside the envoys, the reason why Adavia helped me... Maybe it's just that she passed on her feelings for other people to me."

"!"

Hearing the boy's meaningful words, the silver-haired woman's eyes widened. She pondered for a long time with a complicated expression before she regained her focus.

"Let's not mention these, let's go back first."

"Ah."

"But before that, let you get the treatment you deserve."

"Hey?"

Looking at the smiling Mother Goddess, Roja's face flashed with confusion, but the woman did not explain. The next moment, the silver moon rose in the sky, and the soft moonlight hit the two of them, making the two of them The human body slowly floated up from the ground, followed by the changing color of the aurora.

The field of vision is constantly rising, and the earth can be seen at a glance. The sky that was once fiercely fought is empty. However, what greets Roja under the moonlight is not silence, but the sound of explosions.

Fierce cheers first sounded from the vigilant race in the sky, and then quickly spread to the entire battlefield. The dwarves who picked up the weapons threw away the swords in their arms, and the goblins in the trench also jumped out of the deep pit, from the sky to the earth. , Countless soldiers waved their weapons and cheered.

The surviving warriors shouted the boy's name loudly, and sent blessings to the hero who defeated the invincible enemy and saved everyone while the mother god was gone. Seeing this scene, even Roja couldn't help Unmoved.

Amidst the cheers of all races, the silver-haired boy opened his eyes slightly, and the night wind blew his long hair. After a long time, a gratified smile appeared on the boy's face, and the mother goddess also praised him.

"Tonight, you are their hero, even I can't compare."

"I just did what I was supposed to do."

"Sometimes, just that is already great."

"..."

Facing the mother god's words, the boy remained silent. Looking at the crowd cheering below, his heart was filled with emotion for a moment.

Such an ending is indeed much better.

My mission is considered complete, right?

The consciousness of the young man who was thinking like this suddenly began to blur, and the mother goddess who discovered this stepped forward to support his body, stretched out her arms and hugged him gently.

"are you tired?"

"Slightly...a little..."

"Well, it's almost time to go then."

After the gentle whisper, the moonlight in the sky suddenly became stronger, and the next moment, the figures of the two disappeared into the air as the moonlight faded.

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Today is destined to be an extraordinary day for the staff in the tower.

As early as in the early morning, the unfavorable battle situation at the front line of the Dragon's Pass became the focus of everyone's attention. Therefore, the whole tower was tense, and the meetings of the leaders of various races continued.

And in the afternoon, something more serious happened. Somehow, the savior entered the elf hall and destroyed the extremely secret hole card of the mother goddess camp—the scepter that awakened the envoys.

Hearing about this situation, even Michele, the patriarch of the highland elves, couldn't help showing despair. However, what everyone didn't expect was that the king-chosen present turned the tide and maintained the connection with the angels with their souls. .