"It's decided, I'm going to transfer to the Angel Sequence."
One night ten years ago, at the family dinner table, Maggie said these words to her father and family. Several younger siblings looked at the elder sister curiously and waited for her explanation.
As an outstanding graduate of Emenas, Ma Qi has always been the object of envy and admiration of several younger siblings, and she is not like an ordinary noble girl who follows the crowd, but is a rare and powerful extraordinary person in the family.
After the changes in the world, the world was reshuffled, and many people also embarked on the road of practicing the transcendent sequence. Some geniuses will progress faster than some predecessors because of their past experience and the advantage of being young, and more adaptable to this new era.
"Why don't you continue to practice the natural sequence?" The head of the family sitting at the top, Ma Qi's father, asked.
He did not object to such abrupt remarks from the beginning, but wanted to hear what the daughter thought.
"There are many factions of the natural sequence in the Eastern Realm, there are many masters, and we have a close relationship with the elves, and there are many elves-related secret techniques, and practicing the natural sequence will be very advantageous." The father continued to say.
"Yes, I know, so that's what I chose before."
Ma Qi nodded. She was a genius of the natural sequence when she was in school, and she fought against Xing Liu at the Winter Festival Gala that year, and she was honored even though she was defeated.
"It's just now that I suddenly realize that what we lack is not that kind of power." Ma Qi slowly recounted her insights over the years.
After the heaven and earth changes, the empire has experienced three years of turmoil, the change of imperial power, high-level changes, uprisings and rebellions, disasters and famines, etc., until now, it has only slightly settled down.
"Individual abilities are limited after all. A warrior with excellent swordsmanship is no match for ten farmers with pitchforks in their hands. The reason why humans can surpass elves and become the hegemons of the continent does not depend on the strength of a single person."
"In the past few years, I have seen too many blind fears and panics, unbridled tyranny, out of control animal nature, and disorderly horrific images." Maggie sighed and looked out the window at the night scene.
"Although I quickly recovered a little strength, I couldn't protect a few people. I had to rely on the protection of my family and my status as a noble."
After speaking, she turned her eyes back, slowly cut the food on the plate, and ate it in small bites.
"In fact, there is no shortage of outstanding geniuses in the Eastern Realm. I know quite a few, not to mention the elves who are naturally talented."
"But everyone is still chasing their own goals and rarely join forces. In such a wave of drastic changes, they can only protect themselves, and they are powerless to change the situation."
"I was also lost and pondered for a long time, until that day, when I walked into the only angel church in the city and watched the people who were quietly queuing under the angel statues and receiving food one by one, I suddenly realized the faith of faith. strength."
"The selfishness and humanity with no support and no foothold cannot make everyone trust and firm, but the legendary angel has such a reassuring power, selfless dedication, and kind treatment."
"I used to think it was foolish to believe in gods or angels, but now it seems to have changed a bit." She continued.
"The will of most people is actually very fragile. This is something that is difficult to change, and the power of cognition and knowledge, even if you know it, needs to be tempered and experienced in order to be able to move forward."
"The gods may not exist, but I believe that such power is necessary, and people need a fulcrum to connect them together."
"I want to see such a stable and coordinated scene, such a consistent and powerful force, so I chose to switch to the Angel Sequence."
"I see..." Maggie's father responded slowly. He looked at his daughter. Although from his perspective, this idea was a bit ideal, but he didn't want to interrupt it.
Since her daughter has such an idea, why not give a little support, she has been so obedient since she was a child, and this is also a rare thing for her to follow her own ideas, and now she is an adult, far stronger than her father. .
"Then you can follow your own ideas with peace of mind. Your father and family will always be your backing, and your younger brothers and sisters also believe in you."
"Thank you father." Maggie smiled happily, showing a smile that was about to cry.
Time passed by, and time passed in a blink of an eye, and she has also reached the point where she is today on the angel sequence. The sequence from the angel is so handy, and the hymn that has been improved and composed by herself is so suitable for the thoughts in her heart, Ma. Qi also step by step devoutly on the road in her mind.
Although the nobles of the Eastern Territory are of different will and the soldiers are not firm, it does not matter. This is the meaning of her existence. She wants to forge this loose union and become a cast iron group.
The black nun's robe fluttered high in the air, the silver thin chains hanging around the waist kept colliding, and the veil in front of the nose fell off in the strong wind, revealing the pair of blue-eyed children, in which the golden angel symbol slowly turned, A trail of golden particles was left in the air.
As the black-clothed nun ascended to the sky, she slowly spread out her hands, raised her head slightly, the clouds in the sky were separated, and a ray of sunlight shone down on it and fell on her forehead.
The splendid golden light spots converged, and along with the chanting song in her mouth, it gradually turned into a clear symbol, which was engraved on the forehead. It was like three wings crossed together, and the light of gold and light blue flowed on the forehead.
The blue flame spread from the cross sword in his hand. When Ma Qihe held the long sword attached to the flame of heaven, the wings woven by the magic power behind him also transformed into the blue flame wings, which were incomparably wide.
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She was originally a Sequence 7 who was almost perfect, but she actually achieved a greater advancement in this fierce battle, and now she has become a real Angel Sequence 8, almost the pinnacle of mortals. Its will and determination crossed the test of chaos and approached the real power.
It's just that she is not the only genius in this battle.
On the other side, Frocia was also standing in the air with her sword in hand. The armor on her body had long since shattered, revealing the bottom of her long skirt, which was pure white.
In these years, although she has lived a secluded life, she has not given up her pursuit of spirituality and strength. the great divisions of life, and the hidden truths of life.
"How many evil deeds, in the name of sacredness, so that beauty finally ceases to be beauty, and people fall into confusion, fall into the predicament of confusion, lose faith, lose hope, and lose the future."
"If you firmly believe that you are right, then I also have reasons to let you see the so-called truth."
The wings woven by pure white magic power are dyed with golden flames, and the standard and rotating marks are also reflected in the pair of eyes. As for the illusion of fate.
The flaming wings were flying in the sky, and the battle between the two left colliding sparks and broken flames in the sky from time to time. The magnificent scene was so shocking that the battlefield of hundreds of thousands of people below was also darkened.
Everyone was watching the battle in the sky, praying that the one on their side would win.
Another flash of sword light swept across, and the two flaming long swords collided and stalemate.
Frocia stared at the figure similar to her in front of her. The cross sword that was held together exerted all her strength, trembled slightly, and pressed the blade to the opposite side with difficulty, and Maqi also fanned the pair of wide wings and pushed the blade away. Slowly press back to the center of the two.
Separated again, staggered and swung again, the wings of both sides also had broken gaps, so back and forth, the battle continued to advance in the most difficult direction.
Neither of them are the kind of people who can be easily shaken. Relying on words to defeat each other's beliefs is just a delusion, and they have passed the age of simplicity and naivety, and they will not remain humble at this juncture of life and death, and the rest of the competition , can only rely on the strength of both sides, and the will to persevere.
Just like the difficult and fierce battle on the battlefield below, the two are also fighting a difficult battle with all their strength. Gradually, gradually, their wings are no longer brilliant, and the blades in their hands are no longer flaming and full of flames. It's a notch, almost shattering.
After another staggering and slashing, the broken blade finally broke, and at the last moment, the broken sword in Frocia's hand also slashed Maqi's graceful neck, causing a bloody light of shock.
The blue flame wings woven by magic power in the sky instantly dissipated in an instant, and one of them also supported the falling figure.
Holding the body of the black-clothed nun with her arms, Frocia slowly descended from the sky, and Maggie in her arms was pale. Saying these things, but the wound on the neck has made her unable to speak.
Slowly, her hands were weakly lowered, and the symbols that circulated in her eyes gradually dissipated, and she no longer had a focus.
Then, her breathing gradually stopped, and her body slowly cooled.
The scale of the battle was broken at this moment, and the morale of the Landsworth family was lifted.
"Frocia, the Silmarillion, Wan Sheng!"
"Frocia, the Silmarillion, Wan Sheng!"
"Frocia, the Silmarillion, Wan Sheng!"
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Under this stormy cries, the soldiers of the Eastern Border Coalition Army became more and more desperate, lost their will to fight, and some people began to retreat and flee, and this trend was spreading. The originally scattered coalition forces lost the core of the united people, and the suppressed fear and timidity in their hearts surged again. Many people looked flustered and began to think about what would happen after the defeat. No more fighting spirit.
Stampeding, collapsing, chasing, the situation on the battlefield was completely overturned, and the faces of the great aristocrats in the east were pale, and at this time they had to turn their horses and flee in all directions.
A large number of flags and swords were abandoned and thrown away. When the collapse occurred, even the soldiers who wanted to continue to resist were affected. They lost their fighting spirit in an instant, followed their companions and fled. They crowded and stepped on each other, ignoring the fact that they were comrades who shared life and death not long ago. At this time, they only hated each other for blocking their way of escape.
After losing the fighting spirit, losing the backbone, and losing the command, the unbearable side of the rabble of the coalition forces showed their fullness, and they were no longer as strong and fearless as before.
Frocia, who stood up again, witnessed everything on the battlefield, and she was not too happy, instead she felt a kind of sadness, as if it was not Maqi who fell under her, but another dead self.
Both of them are the direct daughters of the great aristocrats of the Eastern Realm. They have similar backgrounds and scenes. If the trajectory of fate changes slightly, their positions will probably be reversed today, and the same tragedy will be staged.
Frocia took a deep breath, calmed the sadness that surged in her heart, picked up the lance and flag thrown on the ground again, held them high, gathered everyone's beliefs, and then rode forward.
Do your best to reduce the occurrence of such tragedies.
Gathering the faith and will in her heart, she moved forward again, galloping in the strong wind.
In the third era, at the end of 1715, the Eastern Rebellion, the allied armies of the nobles attacked the Landsworth family, and then a battle broke out in the field between the two mountains. crush.
Later, the hidden daughter of the Landsworth family, Frocia led the army to appear on the side of the battlefield, and led the army to charge, directly taking the core of the coalition. Beheaded on the spot, the morale of the coalition army collapsed, fled, trampled and injured countless people, and they were defeated in layers.
In July of the following year, all the aristocrats in the Eastern Territory surrendered and announced their liberation, and there was no resistance to the reform.
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New Rose Castle, Red Rose Palace.
The cyan stone pillars are entwined with vines, and the flowers are small and light white, and the flowers are attached to it and open.
There were several guards in white standing outside the courtyard. They had the coat of arms of the fairy tree on their chests. Originally, a large number of garrisoned troops here had been evacuated, and the nobles who were full of people before had disappeared, which seemed to be much quieter.
Two blonde women walked slowly in the garden of the former palace, talking about the past and the present.
"Long time no see, Frocia."
Evelyn was wearing a deep red dress and walked among the gravel slabs with Frocia, stopping occasionally to watch the flowers bloom in the garden.
"Yeah, it's been a long time." When the two met last time it was the prince's wedding, Evelyn, the princess, and everyone together wished the newlyweds.
Frocia is still wearing a long dress with gold embroidery on a white background, the same as when she was in Tanya, and time seems to have left no trace on her.
"Although I used to study in Emenas, I have always said very little. Looking back on it now, I feel that I missed too much." Evelyn recalled her proud self in the previous academy, with a little smile and regret.
"Who would have expected so much to happen then."
Frocia stopped in front of a swing, hesitated a little, and sat on it.
"Hehe, yes, but Frocia is still so beautiful." Aveline said with a bit of envy at the golden strands of hair behind Frocia, and slowly pushed the swing.
The two slowly talked about the past, talking about their experiences over the years, up to the present time.
"Now, I'm not the queen anymore, well, although I'm a little disappointed, I'm still happy because I don't have to think about complicated politics and situations, and I don't have to worry about my safety and being controlled."
"I just hope that I can see Sister Tesslyn soon."
After playing around for a while, the two finally sat on the bench in the garden, watching the sunset in the distance, until the purple-red color clouds filled the sky and became soft and beautiful.