Chapter 1199 She became the spokesperson of the old days!

That's all she's been through.

And perhaps it is because of this experience that she has created her contradictory and complex personality. On the one hand, she cares so much about her only brother, but on the other hand, she has a completely different belief than his brother.

She has to work hard to maintain this deception so that everything can remain the way it should be.

But what's the cost?

It was thousands of years of pain and suffering.

Messiah and the others fell silent.

But Ezefala's expression remained calm. She seemed to be recounting an experience that had nothing to do with her. Those past memories seemed to come from another world.

"But this deception was finally broken after the Flesh God Cult entered the world. In other words, from a hundred or two hundred years ago, the seal inside the hermitage began to be turbulent again. At first, we didn't know what happened. It wasn’t until recently that I realized that it was the gaze of the ruler of flesh and blood that caused the turmoil in my god.”

Just like two thousand years ago.

Because of the arrival of the Seraph, the old days that had been sleeping in this world for countless years were touched for the first time.

It's like some kind of mechanism.

Recently, this balance has been disrupted once again.

The series of turbulence caused by this has continued from more than a hundred years ago to the present day.

"Messiah, do you remember the tsunami that happened in the Pacific more than ten years ago?"

She calmly turned to look at Messiah.

Messiah's face suddenly turned pale, and there was almost no blood in his whole body.

Of course she remembered.

Because it was in that unprecedented tsunami that his father and mother died. She was still very young at that time, and overnight, she lost her parents.

It was not until later that she learned that both her father and mother were apostles of the Priory.

In order to prevent the tsunami from flooding the city behind them, they were eventually buried under the sea.

"It was an accident. No one would have thought of their death, because for this monastery that has long been a mixed bag, your father and mother are rare apostles who are really willing to risk their lives for others. They are like extremely Those first-generation forerunners, in fact, they are also my only two friends in this era.”

She spoke quietly.

And this was also the reason why she wanted to let Haiji leave when she completely accepted Haiji's changes.

Because she knows that after evolving, she will become indifferent, she will lose a lot of humanity, and she will become indifferent to anything.

"There's just something I didn't tell you."

"That unprecedented tsunami was not a storm, but the turmoil caused by our god. The Flesh God Cult was already testing at that time. They used some special method to make a high-level call to my god. , and this was also the direct cause of the disaster.”

"Although my brother completely sealed the sea area afterwards, this also allowed the Flesh God Cult to truly confirm that my god was in this world, and from this, they began to infiltrate the monastery for more than ten years."

She raised her head, her eyes distant.

And everything is for today.

Linn patted Messiah's shoulder and looked at Messiah's pale cheek with confusion.

"What happens after that? Why was your brother hunted by the Flesh Cult? Logically speaking, since your brother can become the container of the Flesh Dominator, his strength is definitely not weak."

In fact, he had never met the first apostle.

The first time I saw him, he had already become a projection of the Dominator of Flesh, and he was already dead.

But he was vaguely aware of it.

This must not be as simple as he imagined.

Aizefala's eyes were like raging waves, and she finally said:

"It's because of me."

Her brother's strength was so strong. As the biological son of a saint, the holy blood of angels he inherited was simply not comparable to that of a living apostle.

He has experience from two thousand years ago.

In other words, the Flesh God Cult had also launched an assassination attempt on him before, but all ended in failure without exception.

But everyone has weaknesses.

Lin En realized something, looked at her and said:

"He knew about your deception, didn't he?"

Ezefala looked at the dark sky silently, her eyes like the elegy of a mermaid.

Yes.

In fact, she had long known that such a day would come, because as the past became more and more turbulent, the whispers in her mind became more frequent and intense, and the erosion that she had suppressed finally reached her. The limit of what can be tolerated.

Maybe it's a coincidence, or maybe it's fate.

When she painfully grew tentacles again, when the corrosion marks gradually spread from her body to the surroundings.

She had thought it would be the same as before.

She could bear it alone and silently, and then when it was over, she could become the God again, the sister who was always consistent with her brother.

But no.

She never thought that her brother would find her hiding place at that time, nor that he would see it.

She still remembers the look in his eyes at that time.

Trembling, shocked, collapsed, angry, desperate, she will never forget the look in his eyes at that moment.

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She wanted to explain, but her turmoil had turned her into the same Haihei she is now. She was like a twisted monster climbing on the mud bed of the seabed. No matter how she cried, it had no effect, because At that time, she was already speechless, and all she could utter was the chaotic neighing of the deep sea.

That moment.

She knew her brother had understood everything.

Because in the history of two thousand years, there have been many apostles who accepted that dark belief and eventually became such monsters, neither human nor ghost. They executed many such heretics.

And now.

His sister, who he always thought would always be firmly on his side, also became the favored one of the disaster.

"He didn't listen to my explanation, and I also knew that my explanation made no sense at all, because this day would come sooner or later, but what I didn't expect was that when I heard from him again..."

She spoke calmly.

It was already news of his death.

He fell into the trap of the Flesh God and was hunted to death by the elite followers of the Flesh God.

But only she knows.

If he didn't want to die, with his strength at that time and his devout faith, he could completely inspire his holy blood and let himself summon the phantom of Seraph. Then no one in this world could easily kill him!

But he didn't.

It wasn't the Flesh Cult that killed him, but he himself chose death.

He died of the betrayal of his relatives and the string that had been tightened for two thousand years, because really, he could no longer stand with him.

And this tragedy also destined this result.

There was silence.

Although I have roughly guessed the reason for this, the real Mingxiao is still sad.

Because they are too persistent.

The more persistent a person is, the more likely they will suddenly collapse at some point.

Aizefala looked up calmly, with no wave of emotion visible on her face. In other words, after she completely accepted the dark faith, the Aizefala she once was was dead, dead in her heart.

"I know the outcome, but I can't let it go."

"You guessed part of it, but I took the initiative to accept the faith of the deep sea, and I also took the initiative to release the pollution of this monastery. But it's not that I feel unfettered, nor that I want to incarnate disaster..."

"I just don't care about anything anymore. I just want to die."

Linn's eyes moved.

Aizefala raised her head, she stretched out her slender white hands, and the tentacles snaked around her wrists.

She was so calm, as calm as if she had lost all emotion.

“But sometimes, it never goes the way you want it to.”

She is not dead.

The terrible etchings surged out, swallowing up her body and soul. She could feel that she was being deprived of herself bit by bit, and she could feel that the curse from the deep sea was transforming her bit by bit. The heir of disorder.

yes.

Haiji has no reason or will.

In a sense, it actually represents a kind of death.

And she just wanted to use this method to completely silence herself and bury herself in the sea.

But everything is so absurd.

Perhaps it was because of her resistance to the whisper for two thousand years, or perhaps because the angel's holy blood in her body had long been fused with the old pollution. When her soul was swallowed up, not only did she not die, but she became Becoming the only heir in the world with self-will.

She became the voice of the old order.