Dressed As a Magic Jellyfish [Western Fantasy]

She heard singing through the door.

Intermittently, like singing in mourning.

This song has a long tune that is common in Christon.

When Mo Ye was in Marcia, he heard the caravan sing this song. It is said that this song was recited in a city called Landis in Christon, who was regarded as the most beautiful person. Miss noble.

The most dazzling pearl of Landis.

With beautiful golden hair color, bright eyes covered with a deep blue mist like the sea, perfect as a beauty gifted by the gods, a girl loved by everyone, but she doesn't love anyone; she is held up by everyone like A girl who looks like a treasure, but only longs for the mysterious and powerful magician.

This song is full of the poet’s infatuation for the lady Pearl, the unsatisfactory tune is like an obsessive weeping, countless people are praying for the girl’s pity,

Even if it's just a small glance.

But the heartless and ruthless, she has never cast her gaze under the clouds, she is always so perfect and dazzling, it is impossible to approach, there is no way to blaspheme...

When Zeng Moye heard this song, he felt that the people of Landis became the licking dog of the lady Pearl in this song. Even nearly ten years after her death, the song still followed The portrait of Miss Mingzhu is widely circulated, but it may also be the artistic exaggeration of the bard.

Why would an angel sing this song?

Ian can sing, he is a child of Landis.

When he was still young, Lantis's jewel hadn't died prematurely because of the sad love he couldn't afford. He should have seen the lady, even if it was just a few glances.

Even if she never looked at the people of Landis.

After the death of Miss Mingzhu, a bard wrote this tune like a weeping ode. He loved the most dazzling pearl, but Mingzhu did not love him; their pearl was obsessed with the powerful and powerful. Mysterious magician, but the lord magician is indifferent to her.

Ah, this doomed love affair!

After the pearl is dim and fragile...

Stopped abruptly.

Just like Ian's life stopped abruptly.

Mo Ye pushed open the door of the temple, and a soft glow fell.

There was no one outside the door.

But the sad song is still singing intermittently.

Looking up from this apple forest, you can't see the arc-shaped enchantment in the sky. There were only pure white clouds on that day, and the soft and warm light fell slightly.

The breeze blew and moved Mo Ye's long hair, and this tune-singing breeze passed through her and went behind her.

She continued to move forward, seemingly not aware of the slightest error, smelling the smell of blood from the gust of wind, contrasting with the scene in the prophetic scene in her memory.

Mo Ye saw the body of Ian sitting down under the largest apple tree outside the temple.

He died miserably as predicted.

This was a corpse without a head. Except for the sharp fracture on the neck, there were no other scars. The angel's movements were light and neat, and should not cause him more pain.

Although death is already the most sad pain.

His hands were moved specially, placed in front of the abdomen and held in a gesture similar to holding hands. The blood spilling from the neck of the corpse dyed his clothes red, and his hands were also dyed bright red blood.

The apple that was placed in the palm of his hand, whether it was due to its bright color or the color dipped in blood, showed a degenerate beauty.

Mo Ye watched him quietly for a long time before digging out a deep pit with mental strength on the spot. She placed Ian's body in the pit, including the bright red and round apple.

She did not bury the body for the time being, because he still lacked a part of the body that was taken away, his head.

She turned around and looked at the concealed door of the temple.

All of this seemed to correspond to the prophetic picture. Ian's miserable corpse, blood flowing from under the door, seemed to form a winding stream, and the long, intermittent singing sounded from within the door.

Mo Ye opened the door again, and finally saw the girl humming a tune, praying to the idol at the end of the temple, like a pilgrimage. There is an unreachable distance between her and the idol.

The thick and sticky darkness blocked her advancement, and the turbulent sea under her feet wrapped her legs like tentacles, but did not hurt her. The angel stood there, with her back facing the door of the temple, holy and pure white. Her wings flapped lightly, and a stream of **** colors spread towards her.

Mo Ye knew exactly why.

Because she needs to get [Godship] on her own.

"Why are you killing Ian?"

Although he guessed the answer, Mo Ye still asked.

"Why? Why do you want to say that I killed him? Your Highness." The angel stopped the sad song humming in his mouth.

With her back to Mo Ye, it was unclear how she looked at the moment, but judging from her melodious tone, she should still be smiling brightly, without any haze.

"I didn't kill him, just let him return to my body. He is mine. From the beginning, he was a part of me, he was the key, and I was the lock. Born."

"Isn't it a matter of course that the key and the lock are back together."

"Perhaps, but you don’t just want to be one with Ian. You think he is the key given to me by the gods, so you can probably open any place in this realm of God. You think you are the lock, and he is the key. , As long as you reintegrate, you will be able to open the way to find the Godhead."

"You think the godhead is placed in the temple. After I got out of the temple for nothing, you entered the temple, wanting to find the godhead faster than me."

"But it's a pity, it's not yours."

Mo Ye said calmly, she continued:

"Although you successfully entered the temple by the power of the key, you can't get more. God rejected your deepening, and you can't get it."

"Yes, I was rejected. But ah, your highness..."

The angel slowly turned around, tilted his head slightly towards the soft sunlight that came in from the door, and smiled purely and brilliantly:

"But, he didn't punish me, did he? If he thinks I'm doing the wrong thing, why doesn't he punish me and not kill me! I don't think I have no chance."

"As long as I can do it, only my words are left..."

"You want to kill me?" Mo Ye looked at her coldly.

"Well, this is also allowed?" The angel smiled and waited for a while, and as expected, no divine punishment came.

The wings of the angel's back were fully stretched, and the pure white feathers fell lightly, into a pool of blood, and into the darkness. She was dressed in a pure white dress, but the hem was heavily stained with blood. Her hands were placed in front of her abdomen and clasped, as if the dead Ian was deliberately changed.

In her hands, she was holding Ian's **** head.

Obviously it's almost exactly the same face!

The angel smiled brightly like the sun, but the half of her body that she embraced was frozen on the look of consternation and doubt. At first glance, I knew that Ian did not die for her voluntarily. But ah, the angel did not expect a fatal thing.

She had never entered the temple of the only god, so she didn't know that no power was allowed in the temple.

When she went deeper into the temple than Mo Ye, she had already lost. Mo Ye paid much attention to the distance between herself and the angel, and she was located just on the edge of the door.

Mo Ye took a step back gently and withdrew to the outside of the temple.

"it's over."

She was bathed in the radiance, as if a sentence was pronounced, distinct from the angel in the darkness. The angel was taken aback for a moment. When her wings were unfolded but there was no response from the slightest element, she had already thought of what she had done wrong. .

In fact, she just thought that if she defeated the successor he chose in front of God, then she should also be able to gain his approval, and then she could get rid of the lock and key fate and become a detached pawn, right?

She just wants to be recognized by the great gods!

Subconsciously, she did not choose to break through the door, but turned around and ran in the direction where the idol was.

Around her legs are invisible tentacles turned into sea water, and the sticky and thick darkness in the temple is pushing her out. She staggers and fumbles very reluctantly, so she is easily caught by the blue translucent tentacles coming from behind. Wrapped around his body, he was dragged back to the original point abruptly.

Drag into the pool of blood that formed a winding stream.

But even so embarrassed, she did not abandon the head that she was holding in her hands, she hugged Ian's head tightly, as if she was holding her own life-saving straw, or her own treasure.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty...!"

She shouted in an almost sad tone.

Just like the song of sad love she hummed before.

Longing, obsessive, and unwilling to ask.

The tentacles that struck behind contained extremely terrifying predatory energy. The power in her body quickly lost and turned into a gray color of lack of life, but she actually gave up, holding up her hand in the direction of the idol and drooping.

Large swaths of feathers flew down, stained with stains.

Angels have stayed in this realm of God since they were born.

Year after year passed, she explored every corner of God's Domain, except for the temple of the great god.

After countless years, even in another realm, she also found a way to reach, but she still could not enter the temple of the gods, and could only pray piously to him outside the temple.

O her Creator, her great Father God!

But the title of [Father God], she was not qualified to speak out.

She can only call [Father God]...[Your Majesty].

She was born for a reason.

She knew that in the future, she needed to guide a son of a father **** to obtain her godhead in this realm. She needed to guide the right path for that majesty and guide her to find the key outside the realm.

In the beginning, she was really willing to do this.

But the time was too long, so long that she began to think more, so long that she walked step by step to every corner of God's Domain, over and over again, and again and again, she began to think about what the world outside of God's Domain was like. Woolen cloth?

What would her half-length look like?

Ah, that child has not been born yet...

Therefore, she needs to continue to wait.

Waiting like hopelessness made her feel unhappy.

The heirs of the only **** are not glorious.

Year after year, until the child was finally born.

The child named Ian has grown from a ignorant child to a teenager, and time flies quickly and slowly.

He should be mine.

The angel thought this was a matter of course, she lingered in the child's dreams, listening to him telling the outside world one after another interesting stories, and the jewel of Landis.

The angel pointed to the girl in the dream that impressed Ian, the lord of Landis stopped in front of the tower, the beautiful face was filled with hopeless love and sorrow.

She asked the child: "I'm better-looking than her, don't I?"

"Well, sister is the most beautiful!"

The child answered her satisfactory answer in an innocent tone.

He is mine, which is a matter of course.

The angel touched the child's dim hair, thinking like this: He does not belong to the unknown His Royal Highness, but can belong to the great God, our Father God.

What will happen if that Highness comes? What will happen if I and Ian’s mission will eventually be fulfilled? But did he still exist at that time? Does she have a chance to take a look at the outside world?

Why was he born in this capacity?

Guides, suppliers, chess pieces, consumables.

Your Highness, Winner, Heir of God, Winner.

Obviously she was also created by God, and she should be God's heir too! Maybe from when she was trapped here for countless years, from when she wanted to be free, from when she hopelessly hoped for the pity of the Father, and wanted to receive the same treatment as that highness, she was not saved. Up.

She knew that her mission was to guide her highness to obtain the godhead. So she aroused selfishness, and explored every corner of God's Domain over and over again, with a fluke mentality, thinking that even if it was her, she could take the lead in obtaining the Godhead before the arrival of that Highness.

... God the Father has not said that this is not allowed.

It was not unexpected to her that the godhead could not remain in the outside world, it would only be in the temple. Inside the temple, a key is needed. That...key that belongs only to me.

If you want to fool that highness, it may be difficult.

But if you just confuse your Highness's sight a little, and make a time difference to let herself enter the temple with the key faster, it shouldn't be a problem. She touched the top of the child's head and held his attachment and trust gaze, thinking like this without any waves.

He is mine.

So, I can treat him whatever I want.

In order to do this perfectly, she also consulted the magician Wilton who had not used any means to fix herself in the realm of God nearly two hundred years ago.

Of course, she didn't specify the specific matters.

God would not allow her to reveal such an important secret.

She thought she was ready.

She also did the steps she had expected, preempting the temple to enter the temple with the key in the next step.

But as expected, she was rejected by God the Father.

Obviously, when she rehearsed how she should behave over and over again, God the Father did not show any dissatisfaction or punishment for her actions. She wanted to lie to herself. Father God agreed with her unrealistic aspirations, but she still expected it.

God the Father will not allow it. He will never look at the **** in his hand. He will not see himself, only the existence chosen by him, and he will only love His Highness.

She is a greedy person.

She wants a lot of things, she wants more.

...For this, she murdered her own half.

The child who loves her.

The angel's original bright blue eyes dimmed and changed into dust-covered rough, and layers of dust continued to fall on her body where the blue translucent tentacles were entangled. But even so, she didn't put down the head of the child she was hugging tightly in her arms.

"Father God..." Her voice was as slight as a mosquito.

She is a greedy person, she wants to see the outside world, wants to be free from fetters, wants to play around with her half body, wants to be his sister.

I want to get the approval of God the Father, I want to get rid of my identity as a chess piece, I want to have a future...

Everything came to an abrupt end, just like that shattered pearl.

Just like the half-length of her own murder.

The child who loves her and will always look at her.

Just like the song of sad love, hopelessly can't ask for it.

A soft tentacle caught the fallen head.

A little transparent drop of water fell into the sea.

Mo Ye looked at the half-bright and half-dark void in the temple, where the angel turned into ashes and died. The bright and translucent tetrahedron was like crystal.

That should be the godhead retained in [Lock].

But she was not eager to acquire the godhead. Instead, she looked at the dust on the ground that melted into the winding blood and the dark sea. She thought for a long time, remembering the last moment of the angel's death, and holding it up. The blood-stained head, which was full of consternation, touched his side face lightly.

And the tears that shouldn't exist.

Is that the angel crying, or is it Ian?

If it's Ian...

She sighed, resigned to her fate, collected the dust in this place with mental strength, and brought that head back to the largest apple tree in God's Domain.

Go back to the edge of that simple tomb.

She first put Ian's head back on his neck, slightly straightened his posture, wiped off his slightly opened eyes, but did not move the bright red apple that he held tightly.

Then let the dust absorbed by her mental energy fall into the pothole, like the dim snowfall that Shushuran fell, layer by layer piled up beside Ian.

Finally she covered the grave soil.

She set up a simple tombstone for the dead.

Engraved on it: Ian, with his sister.