Hate Me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 69 Brother Xia Ya? (First order of five thousand chapters requested)

Chapter 69 Xia Ya...brother? (First order of five thousand chapters requested)

Sylvia's soft body fell in mid-air.

Xia Ya took a step forward and supported the delicate body.

It was almost at the same time that Sylvia lost consciousness.

The terrifying shadow as black as ink surged out of the void around Sylvia like a tide.

Like a dark wave, the surrounding night orchid sea was instantly enveloped.

With just a slight touch, those light purple flowers withered in a very short period of time, as if they had touched some forbidden disaster.

Then, in a thousandth of an instant, the originally delicate petals turned into countless withered yellow powders.

This is the divine power of dusk that resides in Sylvia's body.

In her past life, even in her sleep, Sylvia was subconsciously suppressing the riot inside the bronze cross.

But this time, Sylvia gave up.

The moment she lost consciousness, she just allowed those shadows to spread out and occupy her entire body and mind.

Looking at the dim yellow light sweeping around, Xia Ya's expression did not change.

As early as when he was still in the second ring, he had solved similar situations with the help of mental strength-enhancing potions.

This time, although for the sake of the follow-up plan, Xia Ya did not drink similar overdraft potions again.

But as his strength has been promoted to the third ring, it is natural to solve this out-of-control twilight power.

Xia Ya's dark eyes silently reflected the three rounds of the silver moon spinning like magatama.

"Tsukuyomi" is activated.

next moment.

A bright moon emerged silently above the dim waves.

Then, under the shining light of the silver moon——

The dim divine power that was originally rushing and restless, as if it was about to engulf the world, returned to calm bit by bit.

In the end, the dim divine power faded away like a tide and returned to Sylvia's body.

Only the withered sea of ​​flowers around them remains, proving traces of their existence.

After all the commotion around him subsided, Xia Ya squatted down again.

He took out a bottle of healing potion from the "space pocket" and opened the bottle cap.

The emerald green liquid full of life dripped onto Sylvia's back.

Tick-tock——

Tick-tock——

The emerald green liquid was absorbed by the wound, and the gurgling blood was stopped. Xia immediately put away the alchemical healing potion again.

In front of him, the girl closed her eyes tightly and fell into a deep coma.

Only two wet tears remained on the delicate white cheeks.

"The cost for a woman to love a man is often much higher than for a man to love a woman..."

"Do I now confirm what I said in my previous life?"

Char smiled to himself.

He stretched out his hand and wiped away the two tears that had never dried up on Sylvia's quiet and pretty face.

Immediately afterwards, Char squatted down and held the unconscious girl's body in his arms like a princess.

"Twinkle."

"Hey! (Understood!)"

In the soul covenant space, the little golden monkey, who had been waiting for a long time, quickly took Xia Ya to activate "Flash".

The two figures on the Morning Star Hills quickly disappeared, leaping towards the bottom of the mountain with an extremely small gap.

The royal capital of Cangting.

There, it was the final scene of the historical reverberation of the ancient Cangting Kingdom.

Similarly, there is also the stage that Char will run for.

The curtain of burning flames has been lifted.

From all over the Western Continent——

People with different positions, different purposes, and different thoughts gathered in the royal capital just to compete for the authority of the god known as "Twilight".

Just sing.

I appear.

Western Continent, Golden Plains.

Silver City, Chalk Tower Headquarters.

"Are you going to the eternal sleep plane?"

Isveda, the manager of the Great Library of the White Tower and known as the "Singer of Silence", repeated Fioren's words.

A very rare look of surprise appeared on his usually indifferent face.

"Fiolen, do you know what you are talking about?"

"The plane of eternal sleep, that's..."

"It's because I know the secret of the eternal sleep plane that I rushed back from the Foresta Empire in such a hurry."

Fioren interrupted Isveda's words directly.

She waved her hand and took back the black-scaled sub-dragon behind her that exuded infinite dragon power into the soul covenant space, with a hint of eagerness in her cold eyes.

"Isveda, do you still remember the words that the Tower Master left behind before she fell asleep?"

As Fiolen said these words, Isveda's eyes became serious little by little.

"You mean, it's something about Cang Ting?"

"That's right."

There was a brief silence in front of the majestic tower.

After a moment of silence, Isveda spoke again.

However, this time her words were very hesitant, with a sense of consideration: "You have to think clearly about what it means if the information you brought is just a false alarm..."

"That's the only taboo the Tower Master has. If it's just a false alarm, then you may never be able to return to the White Tower."

"I never wanted to return to the White Tower, Your Majesty, Deputy Tower Master."

Fioren smiled freely: "I came back to report this time just to repay the kindness of the White Tower for raising me. I have no other intention."

Isveda paused for a long time on Fioren’s dark metal mask.

After a long time, she spoke softly: "Okay."

As the words came out, in the eyes of others, the square around the White Tower was still calm and nothing happened.

But, at this moment——

In Fioren's eyes, this space has been filled with space fluctuations one after another.

Then, within a very short period of time.

The spatial fluctuations transformed into sharp cracks, and finally converged into a colorless and invisible space storm that was difficult for ordinary people to observe but was majestic and huge.

next moment.

A series of crystal fragments appeared on the dark sky.

The walls of the Prime Material Plane show gaps.

A fleeting crack appeared, leading to the dimensional abyss.

Penetrating the barriers of the main material plane and dimension is generally an exclusive ability that only legendary strongmen can master.

The "Singer of Silence" Isveda at this moment was able to accomplish such a great feat only by relying on her authority as the White Tower's home turf and as the White Tower's deputy tower master.

Looking at the twisted dimensional gap, Fioren stepped directly into it without hesitation.

In the dimensional rift, there are chaotic spatial turbulence everywhere. If you make a wrong step, even a title-level beast master may be instantly infuriated.

Fioren calmed his mind, and followed the wisp of pull, passing through space cracks one after another.

The afterimages of thousands of planes appeared beside her, but Fioren turned a blind eye to them.

After a few breaths, the twisted spatial turbulence and complicated plane projections disappeared.

Instead, there was a gorgeous but gloomy dusk.

It was a complex of buildings with thousands of towers, countless palaces and layers of towering walls.

The building complex is shrouded in the deep dusk light, grand and gorgeous, very much like the royal court where the Titans live in the ancient mythology.

Fioren took a deep breath, and a look of solemnity flashed in the beautiful eyes under the metal mask.

She did not summon her usual mount, the black-scaled dragon, but walked step by step into the palace complex shrouded in dusk.

Fioren knew exactly where this place was.

This is a brand new dimension opened up by one person.

People in the outside world thought that the "Blue Silver Witch" who built one of the three towers five hundred years ago and rose like a comet in a very short period of time had already been buried in the ages. middle.

This is also a reasonable guess.

After all, according to the very few verifiable information at present, the race of the Blue Silver Witch is a pure-blooded human being, not one of those immortal species.

Even if you reach the legendary level, you will still be limited by the life span of your race.

In addition, "Blue Silver Witch" Sylvia Brunstadt has not made a move for hundreds of years. Even in the intelligence databases of some powerful forces, her files have been marked as "missing". ”.

Perhaps it was due to the exhaustion of lifespan, or perhaps an accident occurred while exploring the astral or spiritual world.

Or simply lost in the gap between the dimensional abyss and the void. Although he is still alive, he will never be able to return to the Western Continent. For the people on the Western Continent, it is no different from death.

In the history of the Western Continent, there are countless legends of such disappearances.

After all, there is no legend who does not desire to become a god, and the opportunity to become a god lies in the distant star realm and dimensional abyss. This is a view recognized by many legends.

Therefore, since ancient times, countless legendary warriors have embarked on expeditions to the star realm, and most of them will never return.

However, only senior White Tower officials like Isveda and Fioren knew clearly——

Sylvia, the Blue Silver Witch, has actually never been to the star world or the spiritual world.

Even after she achieved the Legendary Seat, she never had any thoughts about the path to becoming a god that so many former people flocked to.

Sylvia has always been in the Western Continent.

Or to be more precise, she has been sleeping in this secondary plane attached to the main material dimension.

It is not like some strong men who are approaching their end of life and choose to live in deep sleep in order to extend their lives...

The Lord of the White Tower built this resting place for himself not long after he came to Legend.

As for the chalk tower that later became famous all over the world, Sylvia's original intention in establishing it was just to find guards to guard her sleeping place.

At such a young age, this Blue Silver Witch chose to seal herself into a deep sleep...

It seems that in order to survive in the long river of time——

Just waiting for someone to return.

Fioren walked step by step towards the palace shrouded in dusk.

At first, he could still maintain a normal walking speed.

But when she actually entered the palace and began to come into contact with the solidified dusk, Fioren's steps became particularly difficult.

Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

With every step she took in the dusk light, the solemnity in her eyes became more intense.

It seemed that there was some kind of huge power, using the dim light to envelope Fioren's body, making every step she took become difficult.

But Fioren still didn't stop, just walking step by step.

She passed through the palace floor paved with gray and white stone bricks, and climbed the steps leading to the upper level of the palace. On the surrounding huge silver-white stone pillars, the thick dust fell with Fioren's arrival.

Finally, Fioren's footsteps stopped at the highest level of the palace complex.

In the deepest part of the palace, there is a thin, dim shadow like a curtain.

She passed through the curtain-like shadow and arrived between the thrones located at the deepest part of the palace.

This is a large hall. There is no sun, moon or stars outside the huge glass windows, but there is still a faint light shrouding the place.

Deserted and bleak.

In the center of the hall is a silver-white throne.

Sitting on the blue silver throne was a woman with long pure silver hair reaching her waist.

She has a slim figure and wears a somewhat shabby jet black gauze skirt.

There were layers of dim yellow wings hanging down from behind, illusory and hazy, enveloping most of the silver-haired woman's body and the entire Cang Silver Throne.

The silver-haired woman sat quietly in the solid dusk.

Her right arm supported the armrest of the throne, and she held the side of her face with her hand, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.

When he saw the graceful figure on the throne, a huge sense of crisis suddenly emerged in the depths of Fioren's soul.

Although the figure on the blue silver throne was clearly still sleeping, it still made her terrified and inexplicable, as if her life would be taken away by the solidified dusk at any time.

As a veteran title-level beastmaster, she shouldn't have been so miserable even when faced with a legend.

It seems that even if he fell into a deep sleep——

But in these five hundred years of self-sealed sleep, the strength of the tower master is obviously still growing with the accumulation of time...

Such a premonition suddenly flashed through Fioren's mind.

Even if an ordinary strong person extends his lifespan through self-sealing and sleeping, his strength will inevitably decrease sharply after resurrecting, and it will take a period of recovery before he can reach his peak again.

However, the slender figure on the throne at this moment gave Fioren a sense of oppression that was clearly far more terrifying than the other legends she had seen before.

It's not a dimensional existence at all.

Fioren didn't dare to cast his sights on the throne again.

She lowered her head quietly and spoke in a very respectful voice.

"Your Majesty Sylvia."

"Sorry to disturb your slumber."

"But according to the instructions you gave to the ancestors of the White Tower before entering the eternal sleep-"

"When I was serving as the Southern Supervisor in the Foresta Empire, I accidentally noticed that a ruins of the ancient Cangting Kingdom were being excavated."

"At the excavation site, we also noticed traces of historical reverberations, but the historical reverberations were so special that we couldn't enter them."

"In addition, there is a young man who should have entered the historical reverberations of the ancient Cangting Kingdom. He was the first to find clues in the excavation of this ruins."

"His name is Char Egut."

"The current age is seventeen years old, a third-year student at Saint Laurent College, and currently has a quasi-master level combat power..."

"I suspect that he has some connection with the past that you are interested in and pursuing..."

Fioren leaned forward and quickly revealed all the information he had in very brief words.

As soon as the last byte fell, her figure quickly faded.

The dimensional rift appeared, taking Fioran away from this silvery world of silver and dusk, and returned to the main material plane.

The sense of oppression near the Cang Silver Throne is so great that even a sixth-level beast master can hold on for seconds.

Fioren's figure disappeared, and the entire palace shrouded in dusk returned to unspeakable silence.

The dim sky, the majestic sterling silver palace, everything seemed to be frozen in place.

I don’t know how long it has been...

On the silver armrest of the throne without a trace of impurity, a white index finger suddenly moved slightly.

In the frozen dusk, the woman in the black gauze skirt still sat on the throne and fell asleep.

but.

Somewhere between the thrones, a simple and ancient heavy ancient book suddenly opened out of thin air.

The ancient pages covered with dust began to turn without any warning.

Then, it settled on a blank page.

The next moment.

Lines of elegant and simple light golden handwriting appeared out of thin air on the thick book.

"When I woke up from the self-sealed sleep, my memory became fragmented, but the memory of being betrayed is still unforgettable."

"After checking the passage of the Sands of Time, more than five hundred years have passed in the main material plane."

"I sensed a familiar feeling from the visitor just now. In other words, the tower I founded has not yet been destroyed?"

"This is good news. You can also see friendly things."

"I thought that when I woke up again, everything would be completely different and turned upside down, just like my hometown..."

"I looked through the throne records——"

"The reason why that little girl who must have been born in the White Tower came to the plane of rest to wake me up is because she discovered the historical reverberations on the ruins of the Cangting Principality."

"Also, the discoverer of the historical reverberation..."

The pale golden text written out of thin air suddenly froze slightly.

Immediately afterwards.

Click——

On the silver throne, the dusk that seemed to have solidified the passage of time was shattered in an instant.

It turned into countless dim fragments and scattered all over the ground.

The words on the book appeared again.

But the light gold handwriting, which was originally graceful and straight, suddenly became scrawled and messy at this moment.

"Char..."

"elder brother?"

——Excerpt from "Diary of the Blue Silver Witch", page 705, 902 in the Holy Calendar, the 28th of the Frost Moon.

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