Chapter 1211

Angel looked at the body of olucia. The porcelain white body was full of scars, and the armor originally engraved with the inscription of the abyss was completely scrapped. The most serious injury was the head of olucia, which was burned beyond recognition by the flame of the flameless Lord, and the brains in it were burning.

In the heavy rain, olucia was covered with pungent white smoke.

Angel squatted down, stretched out his hand and was about to touch the body, but there was a hoarse cry in his ear.

"Don't... Shopkeeper..."

Angel stretched out his hand and paused in mid air. Finally, he slowly put it down.

He looked with his remaining light, and griwu, not far away, was looking at him with a praying face.

"Its body is dead." Angel sighed softly.

At the moment when angel said this, grewood was stunned. Is this tone of speech

Grewood immediately responded that the shopkeeper was still the shopkeeper and was not possessed!

Thinking of this, the haze in grewood's heart was a little quiet.

If the shopkeeper is really replaced, he doesn't know what to do.

Although grewood still had some doubts, since the shopkeeper didn't change the core, was the virtual shadow and eye light just an illusion? Grewood's mind just flashed the idea, but he didn't think any more: "but Lord olucia needs a sender."

Even if this body is dead, as long as the soul of olucia can return, there is always a solution. This is what grewood thinks.

But Angel shook his head: "No."

Grewood's eyes darkened suddenly. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Now it can't move. All hope can only be placed on the shopkeeper, but the shopkeeper refused

Grewood began to accumulate water light in his eyes, and his fleshy face shriveled.

Angel frowned and whispered: sure enough, I still hate bear children most.

Griwu sobbed and muttered some short sentences, such as "how good Lord olucia is to it", "I don't want your Lord to die", "your Lord didn't hate the shopkeeper"

Angel ignored grewu's cry, but squatted down silently. Like when facing the separation of the demon God before, he roughly checked the body of olucia to ensure that there was no residual consciousness, so he built a second ice coffin and put olucia in it.

After all this, angel turned his head and walked to grewood.

Grewood was still in his own mood. Suddenly, a light fell in front of him.

After a while, Gerry Wootton found that what was suspended in front of it was the "eyes of light" sealed by the purple and white source fire.

He looked up and saw angel looking down at himself.

The broken blond hair covered angel's right eye, but grewood still felt a palpitation, which made him unconsciously lower his head.

"You're right. Olucia does not have any enemies with me. For you, olucia is a friendly and intimate person, so you will advocate saving it. But for me, although it has no enemies with me, its strength is so strong that one finger can crush me, so I can't take the risk to release it, let alone return the body to it."

Angela paused, making sure that grewood's mind was thinking with his words, and then went on.

"The soul of olucia is in front of you. I can give him to you, but I don't want you to untie the source fire seal on it until we are completely separated. It will cause me trouble."

It was angel's deliberate decision to hand over the soul of olucia to grewu. There are many considerations. For example, he has not studied the soul himself, and it is of no great use to get it; And the soul of olucia is also a bomb full of variables.

However, all his considerations can be solved, but in the end, it really made him decide to give his soul to grewood because it saved Toby in the void.

Griwu had no deep relationship with himself and Toby. Even Angel kicked griwu out of the shop because he was too bear. But grewood was willing to reach out and grab Toby at that time.

That's enough.

Angel couldn't imagine what would happen to Toby if grewood didn't reach out and catch Toby at that time? Therefore, this reason is the basis for all other considerations.

As for that, it is just in case that grewood is not allowed to untie the source fire seal outside the "eyes of light".

Although he had a "prelude to the dead" to deal with the soul, angel did not guarantee that he could really destroy the soul of olucia.

This not only gave it back to grewood, but also set a limit.

After listening to the owner's words, griwu also understood the owner's concerns. Think from the perspective of the shopkeeper. He's right, but

Grewu knew olucia very well and naturally preferred olucia in his heart.

"Lord olucia, I won't hurt the shopkeeper." Grewood said firmly, "moreover, the shopkeeper also helped Lord olucia kill the true spirit of the flameless Lord, and the Lord won't deal with the shopkeeper."

Angel was silent for a long time and whispered, "you're not it."

You're not olucia, so you can't guess what others do.

Grewood was stunned and seemed to want to say something, but then a voice suddenly sounded.

"Grewood, promise him." The voice was unusually weak, but the sound line was very calm and gentle.

Angel raised his eyebrows and slowly shifted his eyes to the light eyes emitting a faint glow. This voice, angel is no stranger, is the tone of olucia.

"Lord olucia, is that you?!" Grewood's eyes lit up and looked at the eyes of light with burning eyes: "are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Olucia responded.

It was all right, but olucia's voice was extremely weak, which made grewu's eyes red again. He choked for several times before using a hurried language: "Sir, the flameless Lord has been killed, and he won't bother adults again..."

"I know, I..." olucia paused. "I saw everything."

Although its tone was calm, it could be felt that its voice was much smaller than before, and even trembled on some syllables.

Although olucia was trapped in the seal of purple and white source fire, his consciousness did not dissipate. He could still see what was happening outside.

It not only witnessed the death of the flameless Lord, but also saw it when the flameless Lord fell into chaos and darkness and was watched by the eyes of distant time and space.

Therefore, it is well aware of the existence outside the original time and space, in fact, it only falls a projection. And a projection kills the flameless Lord.

Under such circumstances, olucia was also very afraid of angel, because it was angel who called the projection.

"My lord..."

"Promise the shopkeeper that my body died before my soul was pulled away. So it doesn't matter whether I want it or not." Olucia was silent for a long time: "moreover, the body is actually a constraint for me. No matter how I go, I can't get around his shadow. I don't want to repeat the mistakes, so it's better to break it."

Hearing what olucia said, grewood finally nodded.

Angel didn't know whether olucia's words were deliberate or sincere, but it didn't matter as long as the matter was solved.

Grewood took back the "eyes of light", looked at angel and said: Thank you.

Angel nodded indifferently and looked at Bobota. Now it was up to him to solve his problem.

Angel was about to walk towards Bobota when suddenly the voice of olucia came again from the eyes of light.

"I felt it when I saw the shopkeeper in rasudland. I never believe in coincidence. I think you will play a role in the play in rasudland. Even I guessed that your role is indispensable, and Fafner is on your side. Maybe your role will lead to my failure."

"However, unexpectedly, your stage is not in the dissipated city of the end."

"I don't know the final outcome of this stage, but I know that at least in my life, you played my Redeemer."

"Thank you anyway."

Angel's footsteps stopped for a moment, and olucia's words made him recall his experience during this period of time. Finally, what was fixed in his mind was a picture.

That is a painting called night.

Author: mirraphael Feng.

Angel turned his head on his side, and his eyes twinkled with an unpredictable light: "there is always a boundary on the stage, and there is also a script in the drama. In fact, you and I are all roles."

After angel said that, regardless of olucia's reaction, he walked towards Bobota.

Popota was hundreds of meters away. He lay in a deep pit. Before he got close, angel smelled a stench that could not be washed by rain.

Angel stood at the edge of the pit and looked at the rotten meat in the pit.

To be exact, in a lump of rotten meat full of rotten green liquid, there is also a strange twisted human figure, which is Bobota.

With the previous undifferentiated healing of the true spirit, Bobota survived the collapse of the flesh.

However, those things that did not belong to him were spilled out, leaving only the extremely thin human skeleton with only a layer of skin and flesh.

Although the situation looks bad, in angel's view, popota still has a breath, at least better than complete death.

"Bobota." Angel whispered.

……

Bobota felt extremely weak.

The will of the abyss oppressed him to move, and the continuous rainstorm washed away his dirty body. In the thinking space, the magic source also has cracks, and all the energy in it has been lost.

Bobota smiled bitterly.

Before the strong, as if just had a fantasy dream that lasted for several days.

After waking up, it is the most cruel reality.