Chapter 24: Miss Angel without Heart, I hope you can live forever

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"Human life span is short. Even the ninth level of saint is not as long as a higher level of 7 or 8. Moreover, human hearts are easy to change, bullying the weak and fearing the strong and forgetting the righteous and criticizing heroes. They are more hypocritical than demons, but their essence is darker than demons..." The death energy changes in a variety of changes, as if the pure power of death surging from the endless world of death, bringing the torrent of life. Danadus activates the power of death, blocking the endless magic of Indyx. "However, one thing must be admitted that you humans have the creativity and potential that will amaze angels and demons...one is to be able to live, two is to be talented, and a group of troublesome guys."

"You talk so much nonsense!" The magic power around Indyx flowed like a tsunami, and his clothes were rolling around. He was no longer a foodie nun who was pestering Caesar for free. The red and blue light flashed and the power of flames and frost stirred the strange spiral. The magic ** directory was in the air, and the ice rocket spiraled forward. The light of the element in the middle was wiped out by the realm of death, but the invisible power that was both fierce and cold was still circulating.

"The Xuanbingli Rockets of Andrei's family... Humph, during the Second Lunar Eclipse War, a lieutenant general of a certain elemental strike force belonging to the Second Army Group of the Eastern Theater Command was an elite descendant of the Andrei's family. That unit was defeated by a magic force directly under the Sky Dome in Star Valley. It seems that the information is false... The lieutenant general of the Andrei's family should have been dissected by your Sky Dome. In a Lunar Eclipse War, I don't know how much benefits you humans will get." Danadus hummed softly, and the death energy turned into a vortex shield, strangled the power of the spiral without a trace. Death said coldly, "Forget it... Since it is the king's order, we can only obey. This time the task is to destroy the king himself. I am sure to win it. For the sake of your holy land, I have never taken serious measures. Don't be ungrateful... Our target is Joan of Arc."

"You are the god of hell and the lord of the ninth-level powerful man. You actually came to bully an injured eighth-level. As the number one person in hell, Barr would make things difficult for a witch on the human world... It's shameless!" Indyx shouted.

"The witch on earth, the eighth-level injured... why did her injury come?" Danadus sneered, "Ignorance human, look at your power, you are also a well-known character in the dome of the sky. Do you know who broke into hell twelve years ago and snatched the Red Lotus Dragon Tooth Sword, and killed 23 large and small families in Lieyan City and the soldiers and civilians all over the city?"

"That's nothing to do with me!" Index was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "The hatred of hell on earth has accumulated into a sea of ​​blood. Whether you are here to take revenge or something else, I am standing on the side of human beings! If you want to kill her, you have to pass my level!"

"I don't know how to live or die... Then you go and die!" Danadus was patient and had already used his murderous intent. Index's spatial power had reached its peak, flashing constantly in the air and changing directions, but he could never escape the lock of the god of death. He saw that he had no choice but to avoid the magic ** directory, and his hands were shining with black and white rays. The power of light and darkness was no longer mysterious in the eyes of the automatic secretary who had already grasped the essence of magic.

Light swallowed the darkness, and a white sphere bombarded Danadus like a meteor. The god of death lazily raised his hand to resist. The power of death was also considered a line of dark energy, and it conflicted with Light. The light rushed, strong defeated the weak, and the power of death swallowed the light sphere. However, this was not over yet - the dark power under the light suddenly burst out, and it skillfully merged into the death aura in the sky, then broke through the circumference and turned into countless dark arrows to cover Danadus.

"This is also interesting." The God of Death smiled slightly. He floated in the air and took a step into the air. The surrounding air exploded, and the invisible power actually distorted the space. The dark arrows shot by the agitated arrows were brought to the space by the twisted space. In terms of magic reserves and spell types, Danadus, whose power was suppressed by the World Stone, would be inferior to the ** directory. However, there is a fact that cannot be changed. Danadus' level in hell is a terrifying ninth level. Although his powerful power cannot be exerted, countless battles and supreme realms still make him overwhelm the Endex with powerful power and dreamlike techniques.

"The boring battle should be over as soon as possible." Danadus quickly rushed towards Indyx. Although it was not the power of space, the absolute speed gave people the illusion of teleportation. The death energy condensed his fist. The god of death swung Indyx heavily, and then retreated. With a casual finger, the ice-encapsulated armor condensed into a shield standing out of thin air to block Danadus's boxing. With a loud bang, the god of death broke through the ice shield and still rushed towards Indyx. The current surged around the directory, and the violent electric light condensed into a terrifying electric halberd, stabbing the enemy's chest fiercely.

A hand knife scattered the current, ignoring the electric light that still lingers around his body. The god of death turned into a claw in his left hand and inserted it into the heart of Indyx. The girl's face was as usual, with frost flowing in her left hand, and flames swelling in her right hand. The lifelike phoenix ice sculpture was instantly formed. Its body was burning with hot flames, while the nine beautiful phoenix tails shone with the electric light. Under the command of Indyx, they rushed towards the god of death like a living thing. The three ice, fire and electricity systems were all out, and Indyx was ready.

"Excellent!" Ice is produced by water, electricity is derived from the atmosphere. The mystery of flame lies in the word "melting". Although it is the three-type power of a wizard, it has signs of form transformation. The phoenix constructed from this is even more inconsistent and difficult. The exquisiteness of magic energy construction even the god of death is to praise it. Danadus's unyielding momentum finally stagnated, and he had no choice but to float and retreat.

"Nonsense!" Indyx shouted coldly. The phoenix was controlled by her and dissipated from the lightning that shone in the sky and turned into a cage of lightning. The phoenix wings swung, and the strange beast fell from the sky, pecked at the sharp beak, and teared the claws, fighting with Danadus.

"So that's it." Danadus blocked hundreds of attacks, and saw through all the vision and high experience to judge the way to break the enemy. The god of death smiled coldly and held back the sudden lightning strike. But the next moment, the invisible power spread up, and death took away the lightning, and the lightning power on the phoenix tail was annihilated, "Is balance its principle?"

Seeing something was wrong, the phoenix roared long, and the flames in the sky gathered towards the god of death. Danadus punched out, and the flames in the sky suddenly rolled back, forcing Index to retreat. But this was not over. The god of death came to the phoenix in an instant. The flames in the thunder were gone, and it had turned into a simple ice element aggregation.

Danadus pressed the phoenix's forehead, and the ice element turned into ice crystals all over the sky. The sky instantly became extremely cold. The blue and red lights intertwined. In the end, the power of the god of death was defeated. Index was retaliated by the frost, and his petite body was frozen into an ice sculpture. Then the ice cubes scattered, and the secretary automatically floated backwards involuntarily, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"It's over, what a pity." The God of Death smiled slightly, and the death energy turned into an arc-shaped sword and slashed at her.

He spoke, but instantly, Indyx's magic power was backfired by the elemental torrent. He was trying his best to adjust. It was already barely suspended in the air, and resisting was even more a joke. Seeing that it was about to die under the knife, she sighed and waited for the final judgment.

However, the sky suddenly became as dark as ink. Then, countless lights spread from the clouds and instantly filled the entire sky. In the blink of an eye, the golden light in the sky turned into a stunning arc, and came down from the sky with an unparalleled aura. First, the death aura arc knife that destroyed the god of death, and then slashed at Danadus.

Indyx only felt his waist tightening, and he looked at the side of his eyes and looked at the white hair. Yu held a cold sickle in his right hand, hugged her with his left hand and flew backwards. The powerful magic power poured into her body, instantly soothing the magic turbulence inside her body.

"Thank you." Indyx said lightly, Yu just waved his hand, and the string of fate scattered outwards, stirring up the wind and clouds all over the sky. The magic ** directory once again condensed strong magic power and laid out a complex magic array - the strong enemies in front of him were too powerful. If they fought each other, the ending would definitely be defeated and killed... Then they had to join forces.

The three of them did not speak. With strong support, the power of the two sides gradually remained equal. The God of Death's face became solemn, and the Magic** directory and the Necromancer were even more focused - no one noticed it. Two figures, one white and one blue, looked at the situation here from the distance, and then rushed to the city without looking back.

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The pianist sat in the room, staring blankly at the sky outside the window, and footsteps sounded outside the door - but it had nothing to do with her, whether it was an enemy or a friend, it was not something she cared about.

The door was covered with sword light in an instant, and the wooden door collapsed with a bang. A cold star with a sharp murderous intent, pointed directly at the pianist's throat. She had just turned around, with a strong sword energy, and the tip of the sword stayed on her neck.

"Just want to see your reaction." Caesar put away the Roman dagger, "It was thrown so cleanly."

"You seem a little disappointed?" said the pianist lightly, then sat on the bed. "Those things that do not exist need to exist must be abandoned. If you don't give anything, you won't get what you want. You are a human being and should know more than me."

"Is that true?" Caesar shrugged and sat on the chair in the room, playing with the cat accessories at the desk without saying a word.

...As a matter of fact, the pianist couldn't hold back: "The battle outside is not over yet, you are here..."

"I probably looked at it. The eighth-level demon outside the city was dragged by Yu and Indyce. Although they could not win, they would not be defeated. This is one of the battles. Sakiya and the demons in Jimonri are in a group. Seven or eight demons who are not in a climate are besieging them. The two sides are confronting each other, and no one can do anything to each other." Caesar said leisurely, then stopped talking.

"You know what I want to ask." The pianist stood up and came to Caesar.

"Joan of Arc." Caesar looked at her lightly, "She is the target of public criticism. At least six demons rushed towards her, four of whom were at the peak of the seventh level - she did it on purpose, to lure all the enemy's combat power away."

"What?" The pianist's face suddenly changed. This was the most violent emotional fluctuation of Caesar's ever seen.

"The enemy is surprisingly strong. Even if she is at the peak, it will take some effort to deal with the demons. After all, four of them are eighth-level strong men in hell, and their mind and realm are not comparable to the seventh-level." Caesar said lightly, "Don't you go to help her?"

"...What can I do?" the pianist sighed softly.

"Even if she can survive, she will inevitably live in self-blame. After all, if she chooses the latter between the residents of the royal capital and you, she will pay the price for it." Caesar looked at the pianist, "The most important thing is that the witch of order that has lived in seclusion for twelve years will appear on the mainland again. People are not stained with dust, and they are contaminated by themselves. Greedy, conspirators, and ambitions will follow one after another. The night of the Witch will not let the second-high witch hide, because fighting the invasion of hell is the common responsibility of the whole continent."

The king changed his tone and looked at the pianist: "She is a human, she has the obligation to protect and the responsibility to face the war, not to mention that the enemy of mankind is not just hell... At that time, your position and relationship will become embarrassing."

"It's not like that! I don't care who she is. She helped me far more than I did!" The pianist was a little angry.

"Is that? You don't care..." Caesar smiled slightly, "You have close friends and even relatives there. Once a war broke out between the two sides, Joan of Arc will definitely join the war... You know, in foreign wars, the first ones to die will be deserters and cowards, which is impossible for her. Then she kills the people you cherish, can you still be so meaningless?"

"Nonsense! There is no possibility of that kind of war!" The pianist grabbed the sheets.

"...naive. There is no axiom, no order, only the interests of race and the future. As long as human beings continue to move forward, one day an inevitable war will break out." Caesar pointed to the pianist, "No matter who the enemy is."

The pianist frowned. She couldn't stand the tone of a war-like madman like Caesar. Besides, the other party looked confident and seemed to know her situation well. The instinct of a wise creature made her feel a faint resistance.

But Caesar ignored her dissatisfaction and resistance, and suddenly changed to another topic: "Pandora's piano sound is not good at all. Just like killing a pig, her ruthlessness is just pretentiousness under the broken heart, and her skills are just boredom under the whine without any illness. She doesn't understand what ruthlessness is, because she has no chance to experience feelings."

"What did you say?" The short conversation made her, who was in a state of turmoil, lose her normal behavior several times.

Caesar smiled and said, "But you are different, you are different from Pandora. She is always looking for it, and you are always avoiding it."

"I don't understand what you are talking about." The pianist said coldly.

"I... there is a girl I like named Hatsune Miku. I have heard her songs, so I understand what is the bond between the intertwined souls. I have also a friend named Guilong. I have heard his whispers, so I understand what is strength after sadness. My hometown is Beidi, and there is a majestic battle cry in the mountains of Yaret. Every time I listen, I can feel the love and protection of the ancestors engraved in this world." Caesar looked at the pianist, "I don't need to listen to the sound of your piano now, so I know what kind of bird thing is. There is no will to protect, no courage to fight, only the so-called whineless moan of loving life. You think you are not fighting with the world, you think you are in a superb state, but it is just a twisted and deliberate play. The things you pursue are just meaningless illusions, so you can't play the song you want to have the heart, and you can't save the person you want."

The pianist stared at Caesar's eyes: "What do you...what do you want to say?"

"I just want to say that God gives someone strength, and then the corresponding responsibilities will fall on his shoulders. What about you? Twelve years of whining have not done anything. Think about who you are and what are you doing now?" Caesar glanced at the pianist, "Joan of Arc and you are both boring and pitiful people. They know where the knot is, but they dare not contact...Joan of Arc regards you as a benefactor of recreation. She is willing to do everything in order to protect you, but what about you? You would rather hide behind her for the rest of your life and let her scarred body and soul protect the useless you? Can you really feel at ease with this kind of protection?"

"Stop talking!" the pianist shouted out of control, "You don't understand anything at all! You don't know..."

"I know everything." Caesar pressed her head, "It's you who don't understand. You think this is the best choice. You gave up everything just to pursue the heart song that can heal Joan of Arc's soul scars... It's a pity that you went the wrong way."

The king waved his hand, and the pianist fell on the bed weakly. The king of Thunder looked down at the weak girl, with endless disappointment and sighs in his eyes: "The great will in charge of everything in the dark will not be given to you because of you praying for anything. You must show your determination and make your own efforts. Miracles and glory are rewards for the unyielding ones, not gifts thrown to the weak ones. Unfortunately, you don't understand, you will only escape, so you will never do it."

The pianist closed his eyes weakly and turned his head to the side.

Caesar never looked at her again and turned around: "Since I promised to protect Joan of Arc, I will definitely do it. Although the enemy is strong, it is not invincible. I wanted to pull you, but unfortunately... You can't help you more than Joan of Arc. You like to live in dreams more, and continue to hide in the corner and play your piano music that can never be extraordinary."

The King of Heaven left the room, and only the last sentence was still echoing in the room.

"—Miss Angel without a heart, I hope you can live forever."
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