Fantasies That Descend on Collapse

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Gently closing the book and hugging it in her arms, Teresa jumped off the office chair and walked out of the place where she had worked all day.

Nearly two weeks have passed since the last negotiation with Anti-Entropy and others.

Recalling the scene in the basement of the central church, Teresa would unconsciously let out a cold snort.

Sirin plan?Oh, what a great plan, and only the archbishop of destiny can do this kind of thing.

Originally, Teresa thought that after she left the headquarters of Destiny, the contact between her and the bishop would be reduced as much as possible, so in this way, the other party should not do anything that would make her hate him.

And it is.

Since then, the two have indeed reduced their contact. Except for the necessary contact, the two are like strangers who are most familiar with each other, each living their own lives.

Just after Teresa thought that the relationship between the two would last like this forever, the fate of not being content with the status quo gave her a resounding slap in the face. dizzy.

She even had an idea that she shouldn't have been born in this world, maybe in this way, she wouldn't feel sad, confused, and of course she wouldn't feel hatred.

Just when Teresa was thinking wildly, her body had already walked to the door of her house relying on her memory.

To be precise, it should be Teresa's house in St. Freya's Academy, because she is the only place where she lives, and there is no way to call it 'home' anyway.

Skillfully opened the door, looking at the dark room, Teresa then pressed the switch on the side indifferently, and then the bright light illuminated the room, dispelling the darkness.

For Teresa who has lived alone for many years, these situations have long been commonplace. Although she feels a little lonely, it can't make any waves in her heart.

Putting the books in her arms on the dining table, Teresa took some changes of clothes from her room and walked into the bathroom.

Turned on the faucet, and after the water temperature gradually became more suitable, Teresa took off the black nun's dress she was wearing.

Feeling the warm water hitting her body, Teresa closed her eyes.Only at this moment can she temporarily forget the troubles in her heart and let her exhausted heart take a breath.Because of the substance of water, Teresa felt a sense of peace of mind.

After cleaning up her body that was slightly stained by a busy day, Teresa wiped off the water droplets stuck to her body with a towel, then changed into the pajamas she usually wears, and turned her bare feet towards her to the room.

After a busy day, although Teresa didn't feel very tired, she still decided to take a break.

Although the grandpa in her heart has long since disappeared, she still remembers what her grandpa once said.

If you stay up late, you will not grow taller.

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There are burning torches around the altar.

In the center of the altar, a girl is kneeling.

The people under the altar knelt on the ground, folded their hands and prayed in a low voice.Hope for God's forgiveness.Even if no one has witnessed the body of the gods with their own eyes, or heard the whispers of the gods with their own ears.

The prayers of the people came to an abrupt end. They raised their heads and stared at the girl who was walking slowly towards the altar with a spiritual knife in her hand.

Dressed in sacrificial attire and holding a sacrificial knife, the cherry-haired girl walked up to the altar with the expectations of the people on her back. Under the expectant eyes of everyone, she stretched out her hand and pulled out the spirit knife in the scabbard.

Under the illumination of the altar torch, the knife body reflected an ominous light, looking at the spiritual knife in her hand, the blood in the girl's body was boiling, burning, eager to burst out.

Hold the spiritual knife high above her head, as long as she thinks, the next one, the blade will penetrate into the body of the sacrifice in front of her, and when the blood of the sacrifice is sprinkled all over the altar, everyone here will be forgiven by the gods .

As in previous years, the people of Yae Village offered sacrifices to the illusory gods, and the satisfied gods gave nectar to the ignorant people. From this point of view, there should be an equal and mutually beneficial relationship between the two.

as always...

The cherry-haired girl vigorously swung down the spirit knife she held tightly in her hand, and the blade drew an arc like a crescent moon in the air, accompanied by the sound of the rope being cut.

The girl with the duties of a witch, went against everyone's wishes, she chose to fight, no matter what, she couldn't wave the butcher knife in her hand to the girl in front of her.

Because before being a sacrifice to the gods, this girl's identity...was her younger sister...and her only relative...

Putting the butcher knife back into the scabbard, the cherry-haired girl grabbed her sister's hand forcefully, preparing to leave the altar that devoured her life together with her.

However, at the moment when she got hold of it, she felt the opponent's weak palm, as well as the opponent's weak body lying on the ground.

The wound on the hand has long been unable to bleed any blood, the only thing visible is the white bones wrapped under the flesh.

The girl with cherry hair lost her soul and knelt down in front of her relatives, tears pouring out of her eyes wantonly like a flood without a dike, and then she saw her father walking slowly towards the altar from the crowd.

The girl's father came to her side, helped the girl who was kneeling on the ground crying bitterly, held her hand, and pulled out the butcher knife that was in the scabbard.

The rough texture of the wax rope came from the palm of her hand, and the controlled girl once again raised the butcher knife that was swung at her sister, and the person who controlled her to do so was the father of the two.

The blade slashed across her sister's neck, and the splashed blood stained her palms and cheeks red. After doing all this, her father released her from control.

Powerlessly crawling towards her younger sister who was lying in a pool of blood, the only thing the girl saw was her blood-stained cheek and the apologetic smile on her face.

As if to make the girl completely give up, the originally cloudless sky gathered dark clouds at this moment. In less than a moment, the rainwater that the people craved finally came to this barren and absurd village. .

Amidst the cheers of the people, the girl embraced her dead relative into her arms.

The rain wet the clothes of the two, washed the blood on the altar, and turned the blood-stained butcher knife into a spiritual knife again.

On that day, the girl lost her two relatives, abandoned her feelings, and lived alone in this ridiculous world.

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"what!"

Waking up from her sleep, Teresa let out a panicked cry.

Covering her forehead with her hand, recalling the scene in her dream, even though she was still covered with a sheet, her body couldn't help but tremble.

The desperate girl, the ignorant people, and the indifferent father all made Teresa terrified.

Everything in the dream was as if she had seen it with her own eyes. Until now, Teresa even had the feeling that her face was covered with blood from the girl's body.

While it was warm and sticky, it was also mixed with the girl's longing for life, and the despair of seeing her father swung the butcher knife at her with his own hands.

After reaching out from the table to pick up the kettle and pouring a few sips into her mouth, Teresa's beating heart slowly calmed down.

Putting the kettle on the table, Teresa lay down again, and covered her with a quilt.

Teresa, who was originally full of energy after experiencing a nightmare, fell into a deep sleep again for some reason.

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The burning earth, the dilapidated altar, and under the moonlight, a huge demon fox showed its figure.

She was nailed to the ruins by a spear, and she was struggling to break free when she saw a scene that shocked her.

The demon fox came to the front of Sakura girl, opened his mouth, and bit the girl who fell on the ground into his mouth.

As if doing it on purpose for her to see, the demon fox bit the girl's body with its sharp teeth, and the sound of the flesh and bones being chewed emotionally entered her ears.

In the end, the girl was eaten and merged with the demon fox, and she broke free from the shackles of the spear and stood opposite the demon fox. This time, she was not protecting the world, but her lover.

With her intact left hand, she held the spear that was used to restrain her before, facing the huge monster in front of her, she was fearless.

All because of her and, as the chief culprit of all this, she must fulfill the duty to end it all.

"Desperate! You can only watch what is happening now. I have become one with this girl. If I die, this girl will be my funeral. You really think about it." ?"

Yaohu told the truth that made her feel desperate in a mocking tone, her heart was a little shaken, and her eyes were a little desperate.

But after a while, she still carried a spear and launched an attack on the fox, because she had already made her own resolution.

The spear pierced into the demon fox's body, and the demon fox's teeth bit her body, but even so, she had no intention of shrinking back.

"If I lose you, what's the point of living alone?"

With this in mind, the spear in her hand covered her faith, pierced the fox's body, and sealed it under the cherry blossom tree...

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Opening his eyes, Luo Chen sat up from the bed, feeling the discomfort in his chest, he unbuttoned his clothes, exposing the skin on his chest.

Under the moonlight, he saw a mark that seemed to be outlined with blood gradually emerged on his chest.

The imprint looks like an upside-down, unfolding Judas...

Chapter 2 Two Stigmata

"who are you?"

Teresa stood in front of the dressing table, looking at the image in the mirror, she raised her hand and gently stroked her cheek.

Last night, she was awakened by a dream and fell asleep again, and dreamed a completely different scene from the previous dream.

The village engulfed by the flames, the people who lost their lives, the scarlet fox perched on the altar and...

The Valkyrie, holding a Judas spear and wearing a black nun's costume, swayed blood in the raging flames.

Opposite her is the cherry-haired priestess with fox ears, dressed in a white priestess costume, holding a scarlet long knife in her hand.

Not long ago, Teresa had just met the witch in the simulation training room, and she also knew that her life was saved after the other party sacrificed herself.

Teresa had never seen the Valkyrie wearing a black nun's costume and using Judas, but for some reason, when she saw the appearance of the Valkyrie, Teresa remembered that she had heard A story that has passed.

It was a story of a saint who saved the people and sacrificed herself.

In addition, there is another point that Teresa is very concerned about.

Why is the other person's appearance so similar to his own?

Thinking of this, Teresa moved her face closer to the vanity mirror, and her own image in the mirror gradually overlapped with the Valkyrie she saw in her dream, and finally she was surprised to find that their appearances were almost identical .

After discovering this situation, Teresa held her breath unconsciously. She felt as if she had discovered the truth.

"Could it be... are you my mother?"

After uttering this sentence softly, this crazy idea began to spread uncontrollably in Teresa's heart.

"No...I'm just an artificial human...I don't have a mother at all..."

But soon, Teresa remembered her identity. She knelt down in front of the vanity table, covered her face with her hands, and her heart was constantly twitching because of sadness.

That's right, the existence named Teresa Apocalypse has no blood relatives at all. She is a created weapon, and even this surname was given to her by the archbishop, and the only one who can be regarded as The existence of her relatives should be the Valkyrie who provided the cells and died long ago...

"No! I'm an artificial human made from Valkyrie cells and Houkai beast cells, the ancient Valkyrie...isn't she!"

Changing from the depressed state before, Teresa stood up from the ground, looking at her eyes that were a little red because of sadness before, she smiled.

Because she knew the appearance of her mother, although her mother may have passed away a long time ago, all this was nothing to Teresa.

Being able to know what my mother looks like is better than knowing nothing about myself before.

As for the fact that the other party had already died, although Teresa felt a little regretful, she still accepted it. After all, no one can escape the screening of time and live in this world forever.

It's like her best friend, except that the time of departure is different.