Does living like this make sense
Questions that I had never thought about were clearly presented to me because of Saffrot's answer.
But faced with this sudden problem, I couldn't find an explanation that could comfort myself.
"What are you living for?" I couldn't see the gorgeous show of those silver eyes anymore, so I said to myself.
"Existence naturally has its meaning, but you didn't realize it." Safrot gently put his arm on my shoulder from behind.
"Well, maybe." Feeling the strength of his hand, I couldn't help but feel reassured. He seemed to know me better than I did, and he could always calm my mind with just one or two words.
Silver Eyes' competition is gorgeous and short. Under the last ranking, everyone only chose an angel with a similar strength to themselves, so the competition is not complicated. After each group of competitions, someone will write down the ranking. changes. Now there are only the last few groups left, and those golden-eyed ones have been slow to appear. The first is Temon. As soon as he entered the temple, he went straight to Saffrot. It seemed that the only other person in his eyes was, "Master!"
"Where are they?" Safrot asked.
"Right in the back, Thor, Crystal and Tisohel." Temon stood aside and answered.
"Where's Satris?" I haven't seen him until now, which really surprised me.
"His body needs time to recover, so I asked him to come back later. Anyway, he has already decided on his opponent, so there is no need to come here too early." Temon didn't respond to the question I asked, and Falham stepped forward to explain.
"Well, he chose Thor." I said and sighed. After all, the current Sartorius and Thor fight, the result is very worrying.
"Don't worry! He won't lose." Fareham smiled lovingly at me, as if he already knew the result.
"Whether he loses or not is his business, and I..."
"As long as I'm here, you will never lose." Before I finished speaking, Saffrot interjected.
"Without you, I won't lose." I raised my head and glared at him, then looked at Fareham and said firmly.
"Thor is not easy to deal with." Farham reminded kindly.
"You should tell Satrius about this. Thor is his opponent." The originally good feeling about Falum's loving smile disappeared after his conversation with Saffrot. Cun, now talking to him has become a bit blunt and unkind, and I am becoming more and more concerned about him, or paying attention to him, as if he is a spider with a big web, waiting for us to fall into it at any time.
"Then do you want me to tell His Highness the situation of the remaining two?" Falham didn't care about my bad intentions.
"No need, the true strength can only be seen clearly when fighting between life and death." I don't need these reminders from him, I don't know whether they are well-intentioned or malicious. If this is a life-and-death decision that I have to face, then come Bar! I'm not interested in anything anyway, maybe this can help me find some fun.
"Your Highness has matured." Falham smiled.
"Really? I doubt she has ever been immature!" Saffrot objected, but his tone was very gentle, almost joking.
"Pharaoh!" At this time, Thor and the three of them had already walked into the temple. Like shadows, they passed through the silver eyes of the competition and came to us. First they nodded to Fareham, and then with a look on their face Looking at me with a smile, "Miss Missilia came really early!"
As he said that, Thor looked around and asked, pretending to be confused, "Why don't you see your servant Satres?"
"Thor, the founding angel, Satris is an angel, that is, the servant of the Lord God. If you call him my servant, does that mean you acknowledge the status of my Lord God?" Facing him didn't feel like facing him. Safrot, let me find coldness, calmness, and arrogance.
"You..." Thor was stunned, looking at me with a hint of murderous intent.
"But... I think you are right, Satris will soon become my servant." As I said that, I glanced at Shu Le next to Tisohel, but quickly moved away. My eyes narrowed because I felt the appearance of the next person with golden eyes, "Adelina! Are you here too?"
"Well, but I don't intend to participate in the competition!" Adelina made her position clear as soon as she stepped into the main temple.
"Indeed! What else can the Holy Angel do besides predicting things!" Tisohel next to Thor sneered.
"I..." Adelina looked helpless. She was not good at arguing, and she was even less good at tearing and killing. Among the eight golden eyes, each had different abilities, but she was the only one who, as the seducer, was completely unsuitable for killing. of.
"You can still sing!" Seeing that Adelina was speechless and Tisohel was so proud, I couldn't help but interject.
"Singing?" Thor smiled, very disdainfully. Whether in heaven or in the vampire clan, everyone seems to respect strength.
"Yeah! Elegy!" I followed his words, but as soon as I said those words, everyone present turned back and looked directly at me, as if looking at a monster, even the silver-eyed people who were competing stopped.
"Elegy?" Adelina was also stunned.
"Of course! Naturally, some angels will pass away in the competition later, so I hope that you will sing an elegy during the competition, as a farewell to those lost angels!" With that, I turned to Fareham, "We can start now. ?"
At this time, Falham also became serious and glanced at the silver eyes below, "Children! Is the competition over?"
"Yes! Sir!" Hundreds of silver-eyed people below replied.
"Then who wants to challenge these adults here? They are not easy to see. It's best not to give up such a good opportunity." Falham followed the steps of the ranking match, first the Silver Eyes' own competition, and then If there is a silver-eyed person who thinks he is very strong, he can also challenge the golden-eyed ones present, of course! There have been such silver eyes, but there has never been a legend of winning a battle.
"No?" But this time, none of the silver-eyed people below stood up. Look at me, I look at you, it seems that you have already sensed the danger of this ranking competition.
"Since not!" Saffrot smiled, "Then let's move on to the next step!"
"Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to participate in our ranking competition in heaven!" Tisohel yelled angrily.
"Do you think I'm a human?" Saffrot turned his face and stared at her with his strange purple-gold eyes, "If there were powerful humans like me, you wouldn't be able to become gods in the world."
"You..." Tisohel was about to rush forward to have a good argument with Saffrot, but was stopped by Thor, "Wait a minute, I'll leave him to you."
"Okay!" Tisohel nodded and stepped back.
"Since everyone can't wait, let's get started!" Fareham was still smiling, as if everything was worthwhile now.
"Pharaoh! Shall we start now? It seems that Satres hasn't arrived yet!" Thor interrupted with a faint smile.
"No! He's already here!" Falham said, looking at the door of the temple. Satris walked into the temple with the four silver eyes behind him, "Sorry! I'm late!"
"It's not too late!" Saffrot smiled at him, "We will keep your opponent for you!"
"Thank you!" Satoris smiled back, a standard angelic smile. Although this is not what I like, but forget it, he still looks natural like this.
"Now that everyone is here! Then please choose your opponent and let's start the competition!" Pharaoh said, glancing at all the golden eyes present, and finally focusing on me, "Your Highness! Your legs are completely fine. Yes, please use it as you like."
"Yeah!" His words shocked me. Could it be that the way I looked at my legs told him that I felt guilty
"Thor!" Satris didn't have anything else to say, and went directly to the Angel of Creation, the person who killed his sister.
"It seems that we really have to have a good fight!" Thor behaved very generously, and followed Satris to the center of the hall, where the silver-eyed competition was just now.
"Did you use hints to Lila?" The person Satoris cared about most was this sister, but the other party left him like this. This was really unacceptable to him, so his heart could never regain peace unless the enemy in front of him died. own hands.
"Yes! What the vampire said is right!" As he said that, Thor glanced at Saffrot with a searching look in his eyes.
"Then, today I will make you disappear completely!" As he said that, Satoris spread his wings and rushed forward with his sword without hesitation.
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"If you have this ability!" Thor has done a comprehensive study on this angel Satres. He can tell every move of the opponent, when he will attack and when he will defend. He knows everything like the back of his hand, so like this He thinks he can capture the opponent, and the current competition is just a process. The only one who wins in the end, or survives, is himself.
"Then..." Withdrawing his gaze, Safrot glanced at the red angel Tisohel who had just had trouble with him, "No need to waste time, let's get started!"
"Okay!" Red Angel is an angel who enjoys killing. She naturally likes such killings, and having a worthy opponent makes her even more excited.
Watching the second group of killings begin, I looked at the seducing angel Crystal who had never spoken a word, "How about we start too?"
"Okay!" She was still as indifferent as she walked slowly towards the venue for the competition. The temple that used to look very big was now a bit crowded, but since this was the designated venue, let's just make do with it!
Before I started, I looked back at Adelina, who was standing next to Falham. Adelina was stunned for a moment, but she quickly recovered, and then her melodious singing voice came from her with a touch of sadness. The song that floated out of the mouth was not very loud, and could not cover the sound of our killing, but it could at least reach the ears of every angel, so that everyone's hearts could be calmed at this moment, or that moment.
angel's dirge
Adelina used that poignant tone with the sadness of the soul to let everyone hear God's condolences for death, and let everyone find the hope of life and the meaning of life from death.
If possible, death is definitely not a path worth choosing. (To be continued)