Chapter 1214 means more than just domination!

The sealed place of the deep sea.

The door made of a light curtain stood there, becoming the only light beside the tide.

The black tide is divided to the left and right by the realm of the Seraph, and you cannot step into it. But if you observe carefully, you will definitely find that the source of the black tide comes from the Seraph who is supported on the edge of the sea cliff. That was transformed by her aura, and it was also the source of all this turmoil.

Lonely and humid, with the deep black sea above our heads.

It's like a long-forgotten tomb.

And it was in the black tide that a figure slowly stepped out, but she did not dare to get close. She could only stare at the Seraph from a distance. The turbulent tentacles on her body were in the black tide. It has long been contaminated with the filth of disorder.

Or rather.

Before Lin En and the others stepped here, she came to this area in the dark tide, but no one could see her, and no one could sense her.

The black tide did not cause harm to her, because she had already transformed into Haiji, and she was a part of this old god...

But……

But……

"My god..."

There was sadness and confusion in her eyes that no one could understand.

Because all this is the same as what she once understood in a whisper, her god has long been integrated with the past, and it is precisely because of this that she will not feel desolate, because if my god falls, Then I would have fallen as well, but now...

She still didn't know how to face all this.

And her father...

She bit her lip and stood there for a long time, hesitating. Her whole body seemed to be in chaos because she didn't know what the Seraph would think of her.

But it was at this moment that the whisper in her mind that had existed for more than a thousand years suddenly became clear.

She heard the weak calling voice.

"Come here...child..."

Aizefala was startled, and she looked at the god on the cliff where the waves were lapping.

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Are you calling me...

You still want to call me your child...

But do you know? I have transformed into a heir in pollution, and I have become the disaster that you have been fighting against all your life. You have not yet become the old one, but I have betrayed you in advance. I have already transformed into uncleanness.

"You don't have to blame yourself...what you did is right...because I will soon become Him...for more than a thousand years...it is also I who have been calling you..."

Aizefala opened her mouth.

She should have been shocked.

But she didn't, just like she should have understood for a thousand years that what she had always recognized was the voice of her god.

"You've been watching me, haven't you..."

Aizefala's eyes were forlorn and absent-minded.

The black tide surged on the sea cliff, and the huge waves beat violently against the cliff, soaking into Seraph's flying long hair.

"Because after I realized that I could not suppress Him with external force... I could only let myself become His cage... and this also means... that one day I will be completely integrated with Him... I will incarnate Disaster..."

"And if this day really comes... it will be a devastating disaster..."

"So there must be such a person..."

Aizefala looked at her face blankly and said in despair:

"Be your reason, huh..."

…

The spiritual realm of Seraphim.

Linn was like a wandering soul walking in a chaotic dream. Up, down, left, right, and in all directions were scenes that were twisted together. It felt like putting all your memories in a meat grinder. After being strangled, they were randomly spliced ​​together again.

And if this is the thought of that god, then she may have really reached the edge of complete collapse.

after all.

After being disturbed by the old gods in this private space for two thousand years, it was impossible for anyone to remain intact. It was extremely difficult for her to still maintain a trace of sanity.

Linn held up the torch.

All the way deep.

But at the next moment, Linn stopped.

Just in front of him, high above him, in the chaotic and twisted background, he vaguely saw some illusions that seemed to be still intact.

"That's..."

That seemed to be her memory.

It's like a crystal mirror full of cracks, constantly repeating the scenes of the past.

It seemed that she had forcibly preserved it in this chaotic mind. The only important things were the memories of the past that she cared about.

The screen is flickering.

It seemed to record a history that belonged to her.

The deep sea was turbulent, and she was still standing on the edge of the sea cliff. She faced the strange god of turmoil covering the sky alone. She saw countless chains shattering one after another in the turmoil, and the huge The nameless monster let out bursts of harsh and painful screams, and colorful blood surged out of the nameless body.

The blood disintegrated the chains, touched the seal, and caused a shock throughout the hermitage.

"It was probably more than 1,500 years ago... After the old god was sealed by me... He had a second large-scale turmoil... I thought it was His resistance... But soon I realized I was wrong……"

The whispering voice echoed in Ezefalah's mind for a long time.

"He was in pain...He was in pain all the time."

"The source of the turmoil does not come from his own will at all...but there is something uncontrollable in his body...that is disintegrating everything about him bit by bit...and by the time I discovered...that disintegration had already It has spread to his outside..."

Aizefala opened her mouth in confusion and said:

"Is this what happened more than a thousand years ago..."

She's been through it.

Because it was from that incident that the whisper rang in their minds, and the sealed land inside the barrier could no longer be set foot by them.

But no one knew what happened at that time, because from that time on, they could no longer hear God’s call, and Seraph never responded to their prayers. This panic spread to almost more than a thousand years later. now.

The whisper said:

"Yes."

"And it was precisely because of the turmoil that time... that I realized... with my ability alone, I would not be able to contain his next turmoil... the disorder in his body accelerated... and if not Look for new measures...Sooner or later...He will break through my seal...and inevitably destroy the entire world..."

Aizefala's whole body was shaken, and her eyes showed uncontrollable sadness.

"So you..."

In Seraph's thinking realm, Linn's eyes flickered as he stared at the scene in the mirror, the momentous decision that took place more than a thousand years ago.

That's right by the sea cliff.

She held the sword in hand, raised her head, and made the most important decision in her history towards the nameless person who was tortured by pain and madness.

I will protect my people.

I will protect my followers.

Just like in the great cataclysm three thousand years ago, the entire sacred world fell apart before her eyes. Countless angels poured down from the sky. Countless of her people were burned in grief. Even her sister fell to the ground. hell……

And this should be the duty of being a god.