Prince and princess
At that moment, Jenna felt flinched, fearful, scared, angry, and resentful. There were many things he wanted to say, as if to convince himself, but after thousands of words and thousands of words came to his mouth, there was only one sentence left:
"But, I do."
All the emotions finally condensed into a smile.
Amon shook his head for some reason or to whom. He lowered his head and looked at the White Paper in his hand and said, "Celia·Bello who chooses to become 'Witch of Unaging' will get Amon's help, and Amon took advantage of the opportunity of the Witch Sect's senior management to steal a '1' level Sealed Artifact corresponding to 'Witch of Unaging', so it was a little late.
"As for the corresponding Auxiliary Ingredient, 'Visionary' has already been imagined."
While talking, White Paper fell down, and in Amon's hand was a bottle of Potion that was prepared at some point.
That Potion also dyed the container the color of Gray-White, clearly reflecting the surrounding Mirror World.
It flew towards Jenna and fell into the palm of Jenna.
Seeing this bottle of Potion, many images suddenly flashed through Jenna's mind, including falling asleep to her mother's humming when she was young, the excitement of just entering Old Dovecage Theater to learn acting, and the hardships of living with her mother and brother. Bitterness, including the surprise when I saw Franca for the first time and the gratitude for getting help, the things I experienced after meeting Lumian, the huge Impact and disillusionment that my mother jumped from the sixth floor and died in front of me...
These countless fragments settled quickly and finally became two scenes:
One scene is that after Mill Ballroom finished singing a song, she faced the whistles and shouts, walked up to Lumian like a proud princess, and extended an invitation with a smile:
"Handsome Lion, come and dance!"
Another scene is when she inserted the long-handled silver prong into Hugo Artois Eye Sockets and penetrated his brain. The surprise, confusion and fear on That One Member of Parliament's face were the light that lit up around her.
Jenna lifted the bottle of Potion, using a long-handled silver fork.
This time, the "long-handled silver fork" will stab her own face.
Jenna suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look at Anthony and Ludwig.
The latter seemed to want to stop her, but was held back by the former.
Jenna opened his mouth, wanting to leave a sentence or two to Franca through them.
But she really couldn't think of what to say. Whether it was a sincere expression or a well-intentioned deception, it would eventually turn into regrets that could never be repaired and wounds that would never heal.
She laughed at herself, exhaled and said, "Tell Franca to live well and take my share with you.
"My spirit will always be with her."
"Okay." Anthony responded with a calm voice.
The palm of his hand holding Ludwig's shoulder inexplicably highlighted blue blood vessels.
Jenna thought for a while and then said, "If Apocalypse can Past, I hope you can enjoy your life.
"Ludwig, humans are always full of Pain, but I still like to be a human being."
Jenna withdrew his gaze and stabbed the bottle of Potion at himself. His hand was very steady and did not shake, just like when he killed Hugues Artois with a long-handled silver fork, but the attack speed was not as fast.
The mixed taste of earth and stone echoed in her mouth.
Her senses Paralysis one after another, her body Petrification rapidly.
She felt her spirit floating into the air and saw herself in the mirror.
She saw herself in the mirror with a calm face and a smile, as if waiting to greet her.
Although Ritual was not held and no settlement was reached beforehand, Jenna suddenly realized that he in the mirror was also willing to sacrifice himself to save Lumian.
"She is indeed more extreme than me...
"She should have made the decision earlier than I did..."
Jenna laughed again and whispered a few words to himself.
Suddenly, she was no longer anxious, fearful, or afraid, because she was no longer walking alone on this road leading to death.
She has a companion, a companion who encourages and cheers each other up.
In the process of instinctively drifting towards the self in the mirror, Jenna suddenly saw "my own" face Distortion, sometimes normal, sometimes Pain, as if turning into a stranger.
This kind of Change seems to be bound by some kind of restraint, or tied up by layers of chains. It can only be completed by making great efforts and overcoming many difficulties.
"Come on..." Jenna encouraged the enemy who wanted to kill him for the first time.
A Gray-White, like a grotto inside Mirror-Behind Region.
"Black Witch"Clarisse pretended to be powerless and took a step too late. He could only "helplessly" watch Franca escape into an illusory Tunnel that was no longer Petrification.
Phew... she breathed out quietly.
At this moment, her spirituality suddenly gave a warning, and she turned around suddenly and looked at Gray-White Altar, which was made of stones.
Franca appeared strangely nearby. From the eye protection of the mechanical half-face mask she was wearing, a clear light shot out and hit Altar.
The one who just escaped was Mirror Self of Franca!
And the "Mirror Self" who followed him away was "Mirror Projection"!
"Black Witch"'s eyes froze for a moment, but it was too late to stop him.
Invisible Barrier suddenly appeared around Altar. This is the protection provided by Ritual itself.
But I don't know why, the power to protect Altar is not strong enough, and it does not have the intensity that it should have to worship Ritual related to "Primordial Witch". It is as if there is an inexplicable force blocking most of Gift from Deity.
Under the clear light, the invisible Barrier was instantly reduced to the most basic and tiny things and ceased to exist.
Immediately afterwards, the clear light hit "Primordial Witch" Statue made of White Bone.
The Statue shook and began to fall apart.
Seeing this scene, "Black Witch" seemed to be caught in a Nightmare and stayed where he was.
In order to be safe, Franca took out his own "Primordial Witch", Statue and "Certain-Hit Gun" from "Traveler’s Bag".
She threw Statue towards Altar, and then fired twice.
Bang! Bang!
Two dull turquoise bullets shot out, hitting Bone Statue "Primordial Witch" respectively.
"Certain Death"!
Both those that were crumbling and those that were intact began to rot, lose their luster, and completely fall apart.
Special Mirror World Depths.
"Primordial Witch"Cheek smiled and looked at Change on Lumian:
His face is gradually correcting, correcting in the direction of Alista·Tudor. On his body, the two intertwined figures of Witch are half integrated into him, and drive the flesh and blood to converge towards the neck.
After the burst of light just now, the process is irreversible.
Suddenly, one of the Witch figures pulled away and tried to straighten up.
Her expression is very lively, showing both hatred and longing.
Wearing White Bone Long Dress's "Primordial Witch" instantly understood what happened:
There is pure Women Witch being promoted to "Witch of Unaging"!
At the most critical moment!
"Primordial Witch"Cheek Exquisite Beauty's face darkened.
He wants to set his sights on the pure Women Witch who is being promoted, and kill her first!
Although the Barrier formed by the burst of light isolates the inside and outside, preventing "The Fool" from entering in a short time, and preventing "Primordial Witch" from directly sensing the external situation and exerting direct influence, he has made preparations in advance to prevent accidents:
He asked the most trusted high-ranking witches to set up altars and statues in different places in the mirror world to perform rituals, and then used their own authority and symbols to establish a strong occult connection!
At this time, those connections must have become fragile, and Ritual is no longer under strong protection. However, as "Original Creator in the Mirror", Cheek can still barely maintain the existence of connections with them, and can use them to project part of its power to eliminate hidden dangers.
"Primordial Witch" quickly turned his consciousness to the Statue closest to the target, but was shocked to find that the Statue had been destroyed and the contact had been interrupted.
His expressionless Change immediately dispersed his consciousness to the remaining Statue who were still in Ritual.
The next second, a picture appeared in front of his eyes:
That is not the pure Women Witch that is being promoted, but a black windbreaker.
The interior of the Black Trench Coat is empty, and the windbreaker itself outlines a Daoist shadow.
"Grafting"!
"Primordial Witch"'s gaze on Jenna was transferred to Mr. "Grafting" by "The Fool"!
Suddenly, Entanglement struggled to escape from Witch, one of Lumian's figures. Black Bone Skirt put it on his body, disappeared with him, and followed the Mysticism connection to Jenna.
Lumian's body suddenly lost its balance.
His chest, his neck, his shoulders, his torso, and his limbs, along with the remaining Witch figure, all collapsed inward, as if they were about to turn into a puddle of flesh, Aggregation a ball of flesh that continued to compress.
The two Tudor and the Sequence 1, Conqueror and Beyonder Characteristic that had been fused in his head were also pulled downwards with great force, penetrating his Skull, Flames and Frost, and penetrating the squirming flesh and blood.
The light Barrier at the edge of Special Mirror World suddenly disappeared.
After floating over, Jenna finally saw Distortion and Pain completely disappear from Self in the Mirror's face.
"She" raised her face, showed a strange smile to Jenna in mid-air, and opened her arms.
Jenna didn't resist, she closed her eyes, hugged Past, and accepted the hug.
She felt warm and at ease, which made her want to sink in. Slumber
She made no resistance.
She felt like she was back when she was young, listening to her mother's lullaby and her father's gentle snoring, inducing sleepiness.
At that time, although her life was not particularly good, she had nothing to worry about. Her father and mother would take care of it. She just had to be a good child.
She became more and more at ease and calm.
She believed that her mother and father would protect her from wind and rain and help her sleep peacefully.
In that peaceful dream, she will be a princess, and her prince will come to her and invite her to dance.
A smile appeared on her face.
Her thoughts returned to the peaceful darkness amid the gradually spreading madness.