[Mythology] Walking with God for 300 Years

An Luoxia crouched under the dead giant tree with her hands folded on her knees.

Her original gorgeous black skirt became broken, fine snowflakes covered most of her body, and there was a faint red smudge on the right shoulder, which formed a sharp contrast with the white snowflakes.Wounds of different depths were scattered all over his body, and the bloody murderous aura brought about by the days of battle was still faintly permeating.

And what about God?

Even if he is a phantom, he is still the same as before. It is not just a perfect nobility in appearance, but a deeper calm and peace, and the years are quiet and beautiful.

An Luoxia looked up at him, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.

She lowered her head and pulled back a strand of black hair that was scattered in front of her eyes and blocked her vision, and then patted off the snowflakes on her body before saying, "Raziel died at the bottom of the sea."

"I know," said God.

"Oh." An Luoxiya was silent for a while before she said, "I forgot that you are omniscient."

Anger, resentment, violence...

The scorching hot emotions in his heart had already been vented when Baal and Belial were killed, and replaced by a colder, longer and more detailed pain, like the gray and black burnt wood left after the raging fire.

An Luoxia buried her face in her palms again, not knowing how to relieve these emotions.

"...I regret it very much. Raziel's death was an accident. As long as there is a little change, it can be avoided...So...if I hadn't participated in the book grabbing, wouldn't all of this have happened?" An Luoxia's voice It came intermittently.

An Luoxiya said to herself that she didn't need to answer, but Jehovah, who was standing quietly, heard her question.

When you hear a question, you naturally have to answer it.

The real God, who was far away in the cathedral, opened his eyes from the throne and began to look at other possible fates.

After a pause for a few seconds, the phantom of God calmly stated, "Yes, there are countless possibilities for the direction of fate, and every small change will lead to a completely different future. ——In the [-] other possibilities I just saw In the thread of fate that happened, Lucy did not order you to participate in the snatching of the "Book of Angel Raziel", so Raziel did not die."

The Son of Messiah is second only to Michael in power in heaven.

The reason is that if Anroxia, who is not indistinguishable from the Messiah, also participated, with the ability of the Holy Son, even if there is trouble from hell, he can retreat calmly with Raziel and the book.

God's tone was calm and not angry, but it sounded like thunder to An Luoxia's ears.

I did not take part in the seizure of the book, so Raziel did not die.

So not dead...

The moment the last sentence was finished, An Luoxia suddenly clenched her left hand into a fist, and because of too much force, the palm pierced her nails, and a few drops of bright blood fell.

"Cough cough..."

The originally slightly calm heart felt pain again, An Luoxiya lowered her head and covered her mouth and coughed a few times, a bloody salty taste filled her throat.

The Lord’s words seemed to throw her on the dark bottom of the sea again, surrounded by roaring magma and icy sea water, and Raziel’s body turned into light dust in her hands little by little...

An Luoxiya curled herself up into a ball, and said intermittently in a broken hoarse tone, "So... I really killed Raziel, and I killed my best friend."

Snowflakes flying all over the sky roared from the sky, dyeing the mountain peaks silvery white.

That seems to be true.

So God didn't speak, and quietly looked at the black-haired girl who hugged herself back into a ball.

"It would be fine if I didn't grab the book...No, it would be fine if I never met Raziel. I shouldn't know an angel. I should stay in hell forever!" An Luoxiya closed her eyes Say it word by word.

Every syllable is half baffled, half gnashed, as if squeezed out of the throat.

An Luoxia suddenly remembered many years ago.

At that time, she had just been promoted to a monarch-level demon, and she could stop killing day and night for nearly a hundred years, and seek a moment of peace in hell.

She meets an angel on Limbo.

In the beginning, it was just used.

But did that angel really not understand?He is simple but not stupid.

Even so, the angel still treats An Luoxia sincerely.

The young demon has lived in hell for so long, and knows all about intrigue and trickery, but he is alienated from all positive emotions.

Raziel spent nearly a thousand years to let her understand that there is more than just fraud, betrayal and use in this world.

Family, love, friendship...

Those warm, searing feelings were real, and she could have them too.

In the blink of an eye, how many years have passed by, and countless people and things have passed by like flowing water.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed angel seemed to be waving its wings and smiling at her, and in an instant it turned into a collapsed light dust and quicksand disappeared at the fingertips.

The pitch-black sea water poured in, and the bright red lava burned the heart.

After a long time, the girl with long black hair and bright red eyes slowly supported the dead tree and stood up. A drop of cold tears ran across her pale skin and disappeared into the heavy snow under her feet.

This is the devil, even if you cry because your best friend is dead, there is only one tear.

He gave a true and correct answer to the creation's question, but looking at her painful tears, he felt something was wrong.

God blinked slightly, thought for a while, and said again, "In other lines of fate, even with your participation, Raziel did not die."

"But everything has already happened." An Luoxiya said.

An Luoxiya shook her head slightly, and opened the space channel.

She wanted to find a place that was quiet enough to be alone.

"Stop," said God, thinking of the purpose of his coming.

The power of words is irrefutable.

"Lord, what else do you need?" An Luoxia asked wearily.

The silver-haired and white-robed young man paused for a moment, and quietly held a faint golden light on his fingertips and handed it to An Luoxiya.

"Raziel's aura." God said, "The dead angels will turn into auras again, and according to their own wishes, they will become brand new angels in the empty sea of ​​light in the stellar sky, or they will become stardust in the sky."

An Luoxiya carefully held the golden light with both hands, staring carefully, "Will Raziel still remember her memory and emotion?"

"Theoretically not, the Void Sea of ​​Light will wash away all the memories and emotions of the angels during their lifetime, allowing them to be reborn with a brand new attitude." God said calmly.

The little golden spot of light danced around An Luoxiya's fingertips, and seemed to still retain the subconscious emotions deep in the soul.

An Luoxiya took a few steps back and leaned against the big tree with her whole body, looked at the light for a long time and said, "Really? Then what is the difference between him and other newly born angels?"

"There is no need to distinguish. All angels are exactly the same when they were first born. They become different as time goes by. Some angels die unexpectedly, and after being reborn, they will have new memories and emotions. In the constant reincarnation, everything in the old days will not be the same. Any meaning." God said calmly and slowly.

His expression was the same as before, with a gentle tone and indifferent and calm eyes. Even in the mortal world, he seemed to be worshiped while sitting on the throne without joy or sadness.

For thousands of years, it will never change.

"The reason why the self exists is precisely because it has its own unique way of thinking about emotions. If all emotional memories disappear, even if the name, appearance, strength, and rank are all the same, then he will no longer be my best friend. "An Luoxiya closed her eyes and said wearily, her indifferent voice revealed imperceptible sadness.

"But Raziel died because of saving others, so I bless him." The mood of the creation did not return to normal, and God said after pondering for a while, "Raziel will be reborn as a seraphim in the void of light, and will not The emotions and memories of the previous life will be washed away."

A heaven, a hell!

She was already prepared in her heart to lose her friend forever, but in the next second, she was pulled into the cloud by a word from this god.

"Really?" An Luoxia asked in an inaudible voice, with imperceptible tension.

"What I say is the truth in the world." God said gently.

An Luoxiya suddenly opened her eyes and took a deep breath, the cold and clean air filled her chest, washing away the depression in her heart.

She wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything.

"You are so clear about everything in the world and watching with cold eyes. You obviously don't care but bless you. In fact, it is very..." The last few words were vague, and An Luoxiya wisely didn't say it.

God gave her a puzzled look, and then he didn't care.

The whistling wind and snow all over the sky had stopped at some point, and the silver moon and bright stars hung high in the clear and pure black sky, shining on the mountains behind the snow, reflecting a soft white light.

The dead tree grew on the edge of the cliff, and God stood quietly under the tree. He didn't talk to An Luoxia again, but looked at the rolling mountains in the distance.

The continuous mountain peaks gradually change from the whiteness at the top to the rich dark green at the foot of the mountain, and a white snow sculpture flies out of its nest in the bottomless cliff at the foot, flapping its wings and flying into the distance, with the sound of croaking in the ears There was a faint echo in the ripples.

This is the world he created.

Tiny snowflakes fluttered and fell from the dead branches of the trees.

An Luoxiya on the side reached out to pick it up. The hexagonal ice crystals looked like exquisite works of art. Tiny diamond-shaped petals lay quietly on the fingertips, and floating golden light spots bounced around the snowflakes.

A crack appeared in the void on the side under God's will, but behind the crack was not the usual darkness, and there were countless clear and gorgeous golden streamers flashing in the silvery blur.

The Lord waved gently, and the aura danced around An Luoxiya, as if saying goodbye to her, and then jumped into the space channel.

"Is that the sea of ​​light?" An Luoxiya asked.

"Yes." God said succinctly.

Void Light Sea - the place where the lives of all living beings in heaven flow.

Countless angels were born in the sea of ​​light, experiencing their own life full of joy, anger, sorrow and joy. If they die unexpectedly, they will return to the sea of ​​light, wash away all the emotional memories deep in the soul, condense their bodies, and exist as brand new angels. In a sense, it is eternal.

The author has something to say: God's Psychology "It's just telling the truth, why did the creation cry?!—Well, comfort is useless—forget it, just keep the memory and emotion."

An Luoxiya's final thought is "If it is purely without sorrow or joy, it will be fine. Maybe I will think about it in a short time." - Acting like I don't care about anything, but I am willing to do it, let me love It’s too much to be unable to put it down and not get it!”