Amelia touched the thin film of flesh carefully, it was erecting sharp spikes fiercely to drive away the black water, it looked weird and terrifying, but it was soft and spongy under her fingertips.
As soon as she touched it, she even rubbed it attentively, like a puppy flicking its tail to please.
Yes, kind of cute (*/ω＼*)
Amelia touched it a few times, seeing that 'evil thoughts' became more and more agitated, so she withdrew her hand regretfully.
"Will you tell me this time? What is this disgusting thing?" Amelia asked, her tone a bit fierce.
Alfonso stretched out his hand, pulled the man up, and hugged him in his arms: "Since you saw it with your own eyes, don't you understand?"
Its words meant something, as if expecting that she had already guessed it.
Amelia: ...
understand...understand what
Should she know
Amelia asked tentatively: "How about...a reminder?"
She touched the meat membrane again, and closed her eyes carefully to feel it. She really didn't feel anything special, except that it felt particularly disgusting and hot, like touching something filthy, which made her want to go Wash your hands.
Facing the dazed eyes of the saint, Alfonso suddenly laughed and lowered his head to kiss her on the face, but was pushed away by Amelia in disgust.
"Don't turn your face on me, it's so ugly." She couldn't help groaning.
But the more she disliked it, the more Alfonso wanted her to take a look on purpose. It seemed to like to see her irritable face. After a long time, he said leisurely: "You deal with them every day, just look at it differently. Can't come out?"
day by day? Change your look
Amelia pondered for a while, and said tentatively again: "Is it also... the negative emotions of believers?"
Alfonso: "To be precise, it belongs to all creatures. Any conscious thing that has a little evil will become a part of its body."
After getting this answer, Amelia was silent for a moment, and said as if she was talking to herself: "That is to say, as long as human beings and the world are not destroyed, the 'evil thoughts' will not be eliminated, right?"
And it is getting stronger every second, even if it breaks up for a while, it will quickly reunite.
Alfonso said in a 'you finally get it' tone: "That's right."
So what to do
Is it possible that Alfonso has been using his own flesh and blood to trap these things here? But what if it is not trapped, if this disgusting thing flows out, tens of millions of people on the land will die, and they can't escape.
Amelia's heart turned cold, and she seemed to feel something bad, her fingertips were trembling slightly.
Alfonso pinched her fingers slowly, with a cold voice, as if talking about something unimportant: "This world has long since come to an end, and it will die sooner or later, and the gods can't reverse it. But it doesn't want to Disappear, it wants to drag us to die together, and all the creatures that live here will be buried for it."
With a twitch in Amelia's heart, she suddenly understood why the God of Light insisted on taking her away, and why so many devout believers who were willing to sacrifice everything for Him chose to fight her to the death.
Because she is a visitor from another world.
Through her, maybe you can find another brand new world, a vibrant world, and you can escape the fate of death.
Amelia secretly took a deep breath, secretly thinking that the God of Light sometimes looks stupid, but is still very smart at critical moments. This is indeed a feasible way. He has now succeeded.
She is a saint, who hangs around under the statue all day long, and one day she will be noticed by the God of Light, and then use her soul to find the gate of another world.
In this way, Alfonso is actually her savior.
Thinking of this, Amelia suddenly froze for a moment and realized a problem.
The only way out, Alfonso, didn't you see it
Amelia turned her head to look at the elf, wanting to observe its expression, but as soon as she turned her gaze, she saw a piece of meat falling from its chin, exposing white bones.
Amelia: "..."
Alas--
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Alfonso raised his eyebrows slightly, pinched her chin and leaned over, insisting on kissing her, biting his lips and leaning in.
She even asked her to touch the empty space, to touch the cold bones.
"!!! STOP! STOP!"
Amelia quickly withdrew her hand, covering her mouth and refusing to kiss.
It was so sad that she couldn't accept it.
It's a pity that the mouth is blocked, but the eyes cannot be blocked.
The elf was amused by her expression as if she swallowed a goose egg, the corners of her eyes were flushed with laughter, her chest shaking while hugging her, and instead imprinted wet kisses on the corners of her eyes, making sure that she could see that as soon as she opened her eyes. Hole.
Amelia who accidentally saw it up close:…
This is a big change.
"Okay, okay, let's get down to business." Amelia pushed it away with her eyes closed, then buried her head in the elf's neck, and quickly found a topic to divert her attention: "By the way, when did you do this?" thing?"
As he spoke, he touched the meat bag under his body.
Alfonso let her go: "Not long."
Amelia further asked: "Why did I suddenly remember this? Is it because I told you about the maid?"
She had a guess in her mind.
Compared with the conscientious god of light, Alfonso, the god of darkness, is a love brain, and he is not serious about what he does. His own believers were suppressed to a corner and ignored, and the God of Light secretly corrupted its reputation regardless.
That is to say, when they were in a relationship, they were serious about doing things, and successfully killed the God of Light, but this kind of dedication didn't last long.
Amelia sometimes feels that even if Alfonso really dies one day, he will accept it calmly, and is too lazy to find a way to survive. So even if it saw it at that time, it didn't use her to find the entrance to another world.
But that doesn't match its current behavior.
It doesn't make much sense to say that it is to save the world. Alfonso is not the kind of 'kind' person. He is better at torturing others to death rather than saving them.
Amelia has a guess.
She didn't know if she was thinking too much, she wanted to ask, but she couldn't speak out due to some unknown shyness, so she had to insinuate.
Alfonso grunted, and said noncommittally, "Probably."
What does it mean
Amelia was about to press on, when her head was pressed into that cold embrace.
The elf's slender fingers stroked her back a few times, as if smoothing her fur, smoothing out her puffy hair, and then said: "These things have nothing to do with you."
The cold breath sprayed on her ear, and Amelia suddenly lost her mind while holding the thin body.
It was dressed in black today, and it couldn't be seen from a distance, and it couldn't smell anything. It wasn't until close contact that she realized that the black was strangely black and wet, and when she touched it, red wet marks would be printed on her palm.
It hurts, right
Amelia touched the flesh that kept falling off and regenerating automatically, and her heart ached as if she felt the same.
God is also in pain, even if it doesn't show anything, even if it is still laughing, but Amelia can feel it, it must be enduring pain that ordinary people can't bear, every minute, every second, in this endless void The space tortured it non-stop.
But it still said, "Go back."
Amelia was stunned for a moment: "What about you?"
When she spoke, she couldn't help tightening her jaw, and her white earlobe dangled in front of the elf's eyes.
The elf leaned over, planted a kiss next to her ear, and lowered her voice: "My body...is the strongest thing in the world, and it can still trap 'evil thoughts' for a while, in exchange for a moment of peace."
"But it can only last for ten thousand years. During this period of time, you can do whatever you want and live comfortably. With those two godheads, no one in the world will dare to bully you."
"As for ten thousand years later?" It laughed, put its fingers around her chest, and tapped the lively and beating heart: "You will know what to do then."
… ah
What ten thousand years? I'm leaving you alone? Can't you go out together? You want to leave me alone
Amelia was confused by this long passage, which seemed to be an explanation of the funeral. A lot of questions were stuck in her throat. It was because there were too many of them. Instead, it gradually turned red, and its fingers were tightly clutching the corner of its clothes, refusing to let go.
How did it suddenly develop to this point
Everything was perfect at first, she had the godhead, status and power, and she could finally overwhelm the elves and bully it, and no longer had to worry about being killed by others. She could laugh at such a beautiful life in her dreams.
But it was obviously just a simple run away from home, and it was enough to bring someone back. How did it develop into this
Amelia was flustered and flustered in her heart, and she was a little confused, her teeth trembling, and finally squeezed out a sentence: "You... wait! Don't... I can stay here..."
But Alfonso interrupted her, hooked the saint's leg with one hand and hugged her, and said sullenly: "I know you are a fickle person, and you will never be loyal to one person. I will allow you to raise a few." Things to relieve boredom, but you must never touch their skin or entangle their lips and tongues."
what the fuck are you talking about
Amelia was about to hit it, but suddenly she felt light from her body, and her whole body flew down, and the scenery in front of her suddenly became smaller and farther away.
The familiar face was getting farther and farther away, and at the moment when she was about to lose sight of it, she saw countless light spots that were so dense that they almost illuminated the entire sky emanating from Alfonso's body, wrapping the flesh and blood that the gods voluntarily donated, Fly back a little bit.
That's a galaxy.
Spots of light dance between its indifferent brows, its thin lips are stained with blood, its white hair and black clothes are fluttering, and it has a cold, stern and soul-stirring beauty.
Those red eyes have been staring at her, as if they were looking at her for thousands of years, focused and indulging.
Amelia's eyes widened.
She suddenly realized that Alfonso had been waiting for her, waiting for her to come and tell her these words.
It knew she would come and was ready for it.
Amelia was falling rapidly, and the sound of hunting wind enveloped her, and when it approached, it turned into the soft spring breeze of February, gently laying her on the ground like the amniotic fluid protecting the fetus in the mother's body, an endless field.
Before letting go, the elf stuffed something, and she is still holding it in her hand.
Amelia looked down and saw that it was a miniature elf, a hand-sewn rag doll with delicate stitches and a lively expression, like a living thing, and a gold and silver bracelet on her wrist.