Volume 4: The End of the World Chapter 77 Let Her Leave
As the name Remedios Moonshadow sounded, the entire Treetop Temple fell into a brief silence.
Including Flora, who stumbled to her feet while holding onto the altar, everyone in the temple turned their attention to the blonde high elf woman in light bronze glazed armor.
People felt .
The feeling she gave standing there was no more vivid than a ball of air, and her presence was so weak that it seemed as if she could not even cast her own shadow.
It is a kind of detached indifference that makes one not care about anything, including oneself.
Her eyes were like a pool of clear dead water. Anyone who tried to stare into her eyes to see some emotional fluctuations would probably see nothing but their own reflection.
Even when Sigmund was shot away by an arrow, after he gritted his teeth and shouted out the name "Remedios", there was no emotion fluctuation on the other party's face.
She didn't even turn her head to look at the Archbishop of the Second Order, as if the other party was not worth her time.
Remedios’s eyes were fixed on a certain person in the center of the temple.
To be more specific, it was the Duke of the Holy Tree, Floro Kane, who needed to hold on to the altar to just stand firmly.
Coincidentally, the other party was also staring at her in the same way.
And there was a distinct emotion in his eyes that could be called provocation.
"Where is he?"
Remedios asked directly without playing any tricks. Her voice was as clear as an ice cube falling into a glass.
" Who knows?"
Flora shrugged her shoulders frivolously and answered in a hoarse voice.
Her pronunciation was very strange, and it sounded as if she had just learned to speak not long ago.
After saying this, she released her hands that were holding onto the altar and steadied herself with some difficulty.
After swaying for a while, she took two steps forward and staggered to the soul box placed in the groove of the altar.
Flora's fingers stroked the weathered marks on the soul box and continued:
"However, since he didn't come back to 'this side', he could only be left 'over there'."
“Whoosh!”
"winter!"
The sounds of shooting and hitting the target rang out almost at the same time. A transparent arrow hit Flora's right hand, which was stretched out to touch the soul box. It almost brushed the outside of her thumb and sank into the altar. The trembling tail wing swayed with a "buzzing" sound, leaving a vague afterimage.
"The next arrow won't miss."
Remedios's unchanged tone sounded less like a threat and more like a notification.
At this moment, she was holding an exquisite longbow that was emitting bright moonlight. On the bowstring as thin as spider silk, another transparent arrow was ready to be shot.
"If I destroy this soul box, then your Lordship the Judge will never come back."
"Fularo's" hand froze on the ancient box, not daring to take the next step. But she stared directly at the other arrow flashing with cold light, and said without giving in.
"You can try to see if you can do it."
Remedios answered immediately. This time, she had put a special arrow called [Cause and Effect] on the bowstring. Unless it was a protection that was strong enough to distort cause and effect, this arrow would be more certain to hit the target than the divine-level frost spell [Declaration].
Before coming here, the Chief Judge had already explained the layout and details of his plan to her in detail. She naturally knew that the soul box was a relic of Neh, and it was definitely not something that the other party could easily destroy in less than ten seconds.
And ten seconds was enough for him to shoot seventeen arrows filled with magic power.
"You misunderstood. I am not threatening you with this soul box."
In response, "Flaro" smiled and shook her head.
"What I mean is that as long as this soul box is still here, your Lord Judge can still follow that poor soul back to 'this side'. There is no life-and-death conflict between us now."
She paused as she spoke, carefully observing the expression on the face of the high elf in front of her to see if there was any fluctuation.
And of course, there was not the slightest fluctuation.
As if she was sighing for the other party's lack of understanding, she continued:
"As for my purpose, it is just like what the bishop said just now. I just want to take the 'Duke of the Holy Tree' away from here. It will not affect what you are going to do next."
Having said this, "Flaro" paused again, and seeing that the expression on Remedios's face remained unchanged, she spoke with some impatience in her voice.
"So what do you mean? Do you want to kill us all here, or just let us go and wait here for your Lord Judge to come back?
"Of course, if he can come back... But if you really believe in him as much as the rumors say, then I guess you will make the right choice."
Remedios did not reply, but continued to draw her bow like a marble statue.
"Flaro" did not speak any more, but waited patiently for the other party's answer.
After a long while, Remedios slowly put down the Glazed Moon in her hand, and the arrow between her fingertips turned into countless transparent fragments and disappeared. At the same time, the arrow that sank into the altar and the arrow that completely pierced Sigmund's arm also turned into transparent fragments and disappeared.
In the quiver on her back, three arrows as transparent as glass appeared from the void, formed by countless transparent fragments .
"Go away."
Remedios said this to everyone’s surprise.
"Flaro" burst out laughing when she heard that.
"I know, I know... You are a person who knows how to judge the situation, otherwise you wouldn't have ruled Ava Continent for a thousand years..."
"roll."
Remedios raised the tone of her voice.
"Flaro" immediately raised her hands to indicate that she would not say anything more. Then she staggered over to Sigmund, who was half-kneeling on the ground, covering her wounds without saying a word, and pulled him up, dragging him to the door.
However, at this moment, a tall figure blocked her way.
The clerk Gare Wolfyan stood like an iron tower in front of the "Duke of the Holy Tree".
"Fularo" looked up at the guy with a wolf tattoo on his face with some confusion, and asked curiously:
"What? You still want to go with me? Although I welcome this, but..."
"No matter what is in there now, you can't just take Lady Floral's body away like this."
Gare's voice trembled slightly.
No matter how slow-witted he was, he could tell that the soul controlling this body was not the soul of the Duke he served.
But since the other party was able to make the famous Remedios finally choose to compromise, he naturally knew that he was just an ant to the other party. It was impossible for him to stop the other party by himself.
But just because you can’t do it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it.
Upon hearing this, "Flo" turned to look at Remedios who was standing beside her. The look in her eyes seemed to mean "You can't blame me for this."
"Wait a moment……"
Remedios, who didn't expect that the forest elf would suddenly come out to disrupt the situation, immediately spoke up to stop him.
But it was too late, because before her words could be heard, the entire temple fell silent.
The eyes of "Flaro" suddenly turned pitch black, and countless dark miasma emerged around her, and then several strange black weapons with serrated teeth condensed into shape.
Gare felt that the whole world had become silent.
A strange feeling came from my internal organs, and then the whole world became quieter.
