Scepter of Thorns

The boy sized him up for a while, then retorted firmly: "You are not as good-looking as I am."

"A good boy shouldn't lie."

"This sentence is for you."

"Okay, let's get this out of the way first. What do I need to do now?" Edward opened the closet door, his wife pouted for a long time, and finally threw him a booklet and it disappeared.There were a few clothes in the closet, and he wanted to take them out to try the size, but he saw the few dresses he threw down neatly and cleanly hung on the hangers.

……

Edward finally closed the left black and right white wardrobe doors.He picked up the pamphlet thrown on the bed, read it carefully for a while, and then thought about it in relation to his situation.

The general idea of ​​the brochure is that he is not yet the envoy of God, but the successor of the envoy of God. He cannot govern anything outside the scope of his profession until God personally meets.

In layman's terms, it's idle work.

That young man was called Somania, and his main duties were to guide novices and take care of a room.Edward felt that this position was a bit contradictory, but soon Somania came running angrily again: "God wants to see you, a lowly half-breed. Come with me, hmph."

Edward really didn't want to hear that address, so he agreed lightly, "Okay."

It's really not as solemn and sacred as imagined.

Somania looked at him, "Hey, what is your ability to be a god envoy? I don't think you have much ability. Why did my god appoint you to the God Realm? You don't even have the most basic procedures. gone."

Just because you talk to me like that, I can't help but leave you alone.Edward was indeed unhappy, but he still asked, "What is the most basic process?"

"Ah, let's talk about bloodlines. You have the blood of the demon race in your body, and my god made you an envoy of light. It's really... really..." Somania faltered a few words, "Anyway, your beliefs are neither Pure, and your blood is not pure, you are lucky to be the pope, and to be an envoy—and to work with a noble heir like me—is your luck too.”

"So I, with impure faith and impure bloodlines, can become the pope and envoy, so I must have my strengths, right?" Edward forced a smile, "Let's go."

Somania glanced at him disdainfully and led the way.The owner here must be deeply in love with black and white, not only the style and taste, but also the selection of people must follow this standard.After Edward followed Somania for a while, this idea naturally appeared in his mind.

Everything in his eyes lost its color, and by the time he realized it, Somania had disappeared.

This scene was very familiar, he was walking alone in the empty corridor, surrounded by glaring black and white decorations.The dream and the reality correspond one by one, then the next thing is——

A door is inlaid at the end of the corridor.

Edward pushed open the door. For some reason, he didn't want to stop. His soul seemed to be floating in the air, watching the self-assertive body coldly. His thinking was chaotic and he had fallen into his own world.

Seven doors leading to the black and white palace.

His hand touched the exquisitely carved palace door, but there was a trace of hesitation in his originally firm heart, hesitating whether to push it open.A scream not far away awakened Edward from his fugue. Somania's face was intertwined with anger and fear. He stood in the corridor, the white lightning in his hand had condensed, and it slashed at him like a long snake. Come.

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The Goddess of Wisdom used her only remaining right arm to support her body and retreated to the corner in horror. The voice of Tian Lai seemed to be a curse to her ears: "Your incomplete beauty is more than Venus with a broken arm."

He was against the light, his face was deliberately blurred, and the silhouette projected on the ground was well-proportioned and tall, with a pair of wide wings spread out behind his back.It's just that one has obvious edges and corners, while the other has a much softer outline.

The pain distorted the face of the Goddess of Wisdom, and she roared hysterically: "Demon! I have told her about this, if you kill me, she will send the news—ahh!!!"

A bloodstain was added to the knife, and the severed limb fell into a pool of blood.The demon smiled and whispered: "Since she already knows, your existence is worthless."

She obediently shut her mouth, and began to regret her slip of the tongue.In fact, for God, as long as the heart is not damaged, the parts of her body will grow slowly like a broken-tailed gecko.She hoped in her heart that she could survive, but it was obviously just a wish. At the last moment of her life, she tried to struggle and let out a desperate cry: "You fake——"

"Wisdom is a double-edged sword. It can see the truth, but it can also bring death." He interrupted her with a verdict that could not be resisted, and the long knife pierced the heart of the goddess of wisdom.There was still the hatred before death on her face, but soon, her body turned into flying ash, and a delicate and transparent pentagonal prism appeared from the ashes, and it automatically flew into his hand.

He stood in the light, the blood-stained floor was now as smooth as ever, and ashes mixed in the light, as if to accuse this clean slaughter.His smile became more bitter, his body was blown away by the wind like a phantom, and reappeared in the black and white palace.

A similar pentagonal prism floated on the black crystal throne, but its brilliance was even brighter. The pentagonal prism floating in his palm was dragged vigorously to the throne, and the two gradually merged into one.The light of the crystal was refracted even more dazzlingly, and his slender fingers froze when they were an inch away from it.She retracted it, and then stroked her forehead to cover her face.

Loneliness made him suffocate like pain.

"... When will you come back?" His tone was sad and joyful, and the corners of his eyes were red like tears, "I think you're going crazy."

I want you.

I want to hold you.

I want to possess you.

----Chapter9. Black and White & End----

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