“So let’s not waste time.” She turned her head and looked into the depths of the corridor. “Or are you worried about the prisoners on the surface?”

He chuckled again: “Who knows that they are actually the jailers… With me leading the way, there will be no trouble. I will protect you before the door is opened… I mean what I say.”

With just a few words, she pissed off half the people present.

The Blood Crystal Crow’s eyes were red.

What does “based on what I know about her” mean?

You’re just a fake like me, but you talk as if you’re the real thing!

Xia Yibing also had a bad look on her face.

This guy thinks this is the only way for us…

Damn it, I want to refute her but can’t find a reason, this feeling is really terrible…

Alvin carefully maintained that funny posture, looking here and there, wondering what their relationship was.

Only Hitzfeld stared at Harry without saying a word. It took almost ten seconds before she said, “Okay.”

“Let’s go in now.”

“Aisun…?”

This call did not come from Xia Yibing.

It comes from Alwyn.

Everyone turned to look at Queen Sarah, and saw her take a deep breath, walk up to the silver-haired goddess, lower her head, and then, as if she had mustered up the courage—she suddenly flew over and hugged her, two lines of tears rolling down her cheeks.

Xia Yibing raised her eyebrows suspiciously but didn’t say anything.

“All right.”

Hitzfeld stroked Alwin’s smooth white hair and whispered gently in her ear: “And Emily is waiting for you to take care of her…”

Elwin’s body trembled, nodded, and slowly separated from the goddess. He stood there holding a candlestick, watching them go deeper into the corridor.

“There are some problems.”

Harry walked in front to lead the way, and Xia Yibing spoke with a gloomy face.

“Have you really killed all of the goddess’ descendants?”

The first and second centuries, those few historical flashbacks have been confirmed to have been tampered with. Although the details are no longer important after understanding the final truth, Xia Yibing is still curious about what happened.

After all, it was not convenient for Alvin to know too many things. Now that only the parties involved were present, he could finally ask about these things.

Hitzfeld also looked at Harry. She also wanted to know his answer.

I thought this was not an important question, but Harry remained silent for a long time and did not respond until he reached the prison door.

“…I just want them to give up some of their delusions.”

Harry stood still, the voice coming from in front of her.

“You should have seen the flashback… Yes, some of them were granted ‘blood crystals’ by her when they were alive. That is the crystallization of her divine blood. Just like the power of that thing, it has the terrible power to tamper with and distort reality.”

“They are still fantasizing about it…”

“I fantasize that as long as I have this thing, all the sacrifices can be redeemed.”

“As long as their mother goddess can change their fate, they can use this thing to revive from the dead. That tragic experience will be nothing more than a longer nightmare…”

“I just broke their fantasy.”

She still didn’t turn around, but her tone sounded even colder.

“Everyone was so sure she would win.”

“I just can’t stand that kind of face!”

“Then you have your pitiful side…”

Hitzfeld said faintly.

“Can you say that again?”

Turning back suddenly, Harry’s eyes turned red.

“nothing.”

Hitzfeld brushed aside the subject lightly.

“That’s not an important thing.”

“Don’t take it too seriously.”

“Let’s go open the door.”

“…”

This was probably the first time she suffered a setback.

Entering the prison hall and walking in the fog, Xia Yibing thought as she looked at Harry’s gloomy face.

Aisuen doesn’t talk nonsense…

So what does that mean.

Does she actually have human emotions?

Before they could figure out what was going on, the group had already arrived in front of the low table.

Hitzfeld took out the ink bottle he had stolen last time, cut his wrist as Harry had said, mixed his blood with the red ink, and used this liquid to write his real name on the Book of Past and Future.

[So that’s how it is…]

Tusa leapt out from between the pages.

[Hahaha… So that’s how it is!!!]

[Wouldn’t I have known this earlier? ? ? ]

Rumbling–

As he roared silently, the entire prison began to shake.

The goddess statue at the back began to glow, and the colorful light kept changing, eventually forming a door condensed by brilliant golden divine fire.

Harry saw the door and stepped through it immediately.

Hitzfeld followed closely behind.

She thought she would feel dizzy for a while, but unexpectedly she didn’t feel any discomfort at all.

After entering, there was still a misty gray fog. This place seemed familiar. It was the hall where Detolia was defeated by the Sun King.

Her eyes immediately locked onto the center of the hall.

The back of the blonde.

She finally met her again…

Chapter 60: The Myth of Runaway (Two in One)

The thick gray fog caused poor visibility, and Hitzfeld couldn’t even see his own feet clearly.

But she noticed the blonde goddess right away.

It was not because her beauty and temperament were so outstanding that they could be interpreted even with her back to others, but because compared to this strange hall, she seemed too out of place.

The clothes haven’t changed.

She was still wearing the same clothes as the last time Hitzfeld saw her in the Temple of the Sacrificial.

The slim-fitting, pure white backless gown has a hint of exoticism. Her blonde hair, more gorgeous and dazzling than Ke Fan’s, falls from her back, and you can vaguely see dancing flames at the end of her hair.

The golden flame just jumped and burned there quietly.

The goddess was speechless.

On the edge where she was standing, there was a familiar looking cross sword.

The Sun King Sword…

Hitzfeld controlled his breathing, looking at the goddess’ back and then at the sword beside him.

This sword saved her life. After she broke into the Temple of Sacrifices for the second time and obtained information about the God of Desire from the Book of Past and Future, the “jailers” approached and stretched out their claws to the ignorant her.

…It was only because Tusa reminded her to raise the sword that she was able to escape from there.

The reason why she was able to crush Xina’s conspiracy and even eliminate the threat of the Dead Tree was because she used the remaining divine blood ink to draw the sword.

It had saved her more than once, so Hitzfeld naturally had some special feelings for it.

But now…what is the situation?

The sword was right there, and there was no need to ask who the blond figure was. Hitzfeld had considered many possible scenarios she might face after coming in, such as having to resist pollution and assimilation right from the start…but she had never thought that the experience would be so easy at this moment.

Yes – it was “relaxed”, because she didn’t dare to hope that she would have the leisure to think about the problem.

She didn’t need to think about meeting the enemy immediately, didn’t need to think about solving the puzzle immediately, and didn’t need to worry about her own safety immediately. In her feeling, the time and space around her seemed to have come to a standstill. She even had an illusion – if she wanted, she could even stand here until the end of time.

“Yes… it’s here…”

This was the movement that broke the silence.

Looking up, Hitzfeld saw that “Schnett Harry” had appeared in front of the fog at some point. She was even closer to the front than “Her Majesty Harwin”. She was wearing her signature blue dress, with her hands open, moving forward, breathing heavily as she walked, and her tone sounded like both sighing and chanting.

“The starting point and end point of the universe.”

“The beginning and end of all things.”

“All the stories start from here.”

“All birth and death end here…”

“It’s here… right here…”

“I will realize my dream here…”

“I will continue to move forward with hope…”

She said “expectations”.

Hitzfeld’s eyes flickered.

As expected, just as she thought, the awakening still had an impact on Harry.

Before awakening, Harry could be said to be the representative of evil. Although she needed to spend her mind thinking about the three philosophical problems, she actually maintained her purity.

For example, when she kills people or does evil things.

Manipulating the Unity Sect, manipulating the development of Eclipse, supporting the rise of Yinsel, copying the Book of the Dead… and even borrowing “His” power to resurrect the dead and usurp value.

At those times, she was at least pure evil.

But things were different after she awakened. She did understand why she was born and her mission, but the “side effect” was… she was inevitably involved with the Hawen clan.

The faces of the undead who had been murdered in the past 327 years would emerge from the bottom of her heart, and all of this would bring her tremendous pressure.

So she decided it was time.

As long as this speculation is true – as long as it is confirmed that “the current Xunet Harry actually cares about the fate of those people of the Harwin clan.”

Some things can be discussed.

“boom!”

From lifting her skirt to pulling out the white whale and pulling the trigger with a loud bang, Hitzfeld took less than a second.

A stream of orange-red flame spurted out from the muzzle of the gun, and before the sound could spread completely, a cluster of blood mist suddenly burst out from Harry’s back.

Then the Shadow Explosion Bomb began to show its true power.

“boom!”

Blood and bone fragments splattered everywhere. After the explosion, only a human body was left.

“Meaningless……”

The remaining head, dragging a spine… and the nerve tree branches connected to the spine, floated up and turned its face towards us and laughed loudly: “Why on earth are you crazy enough to think that this kind of attack can be useful to us?”

“I just want to get your attention.” Hitzfeld narrowed his eyes, “I’m afraid you’ll be too engrossed in the things ahead and make everything irreversible.”