Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 691

 Chapter 691 Lan Qi's ending in Huadu

“To be honest, this is the first time I have ever encountered an enemy asking me to remember him.”

Lan Qi looked at the giant tilting screen behind the ruins and said to himself.

Beelzebub seemed to be particularly crazy earlier, saying that he wanted to leave an indelible memory for him.

 “But unfortunately, it seems that what I want to teach you to love is...”

Facing the Perlman puppet controlled by Beelzebub, Lanci could only show a regretful expression and waved his right hand gently to him, as if bidding farewell to Beelzebub.

 But at this time, Beelzebub could no longer take care of Lan Qi's attitude.

The gardens of Earl Baptiste's Palace, which were once full of flowers and vibrant, are now a dilapidated and withered scene.

 The heavy rain poured down, turning the garden into a muddy swamp. The smooth and clean gravel paths were now full of potholes and puddles.

 The glass of the greenhouse was all broken, and the precious flowers and plants inside were exposed to the heavy rain and were fragile and in danger.

Count Baptiste's family, who had survived the disaster, had already burst into tears and were so excited that they could not speak. They never dreamed that at the end of despair, hope would come in such a way.

Her closed eyes began to tremble slightly, as if she would wake up at any time, and her chest began to rise and fall weakly and regularly, and the breath of life was slowly flowing through her body.

He was instinctively afraid of Inoan and the murderous intent and demonic aura she exuded, but at the same time, he was also sincerely grateful to the cardinal for desperately pulling his sister back from the hands of death.

This kind of thing almost caused catastrophe, but an unexpected combination of circumstances saved their family.

“Maybe I'm really crazy and would give my life-saving magic to such a useless girl...”

She raised her head and looked towards the distance in the sky in the direction of Beelzebub, who had fled.

 Innoan said nothing and handed Christina to Count Baptiste.

Kyle opened his mouth, but found that thousands of words were stuck in his throat. He didn't know how to express his mixed feelings, or even how to address the other person.

Even Christina's three younger siblings didn't avoid Ivanos when they saw her.

In the devastated ruins of the Earl's Mansion, under the night sky with lightning and thunder, a girl who was almost dead was pulled back from the edge of death.

Gradually, Christina's face, which was originally as pale as paper, began to regain its color, like a withered rose that was blooming again.

The brilliance floating around cannot be compared to flames. It is like the light of the Gods condensed by the anger and power of the God of Fire. Any living being who is close to this brilliance will feel the trembling deep in their souls. It is a response to the supreme power. Awe, and instinctive fear of life.

Beelzebub had lost count of how many times he had beaten Ivanos just now.

It was an epic spell of fire and regeneration that could forcibly revive her from a near-death state. Now that it was used on a second-level girl with not much talent, it only made Inoan herself feel ridiculous.

 He never thought that the maid his sister picked up was actually the Bishop of Destruction.

He lowered his head and stared at his daughter's peaceful and peaceful sleeping face, and crystal tears rolled down uncontrollably.

The embarrassed and hurried figure disappeared in the sky and the rain in an instant.

Every trembling nerve in his body was screaming for escape, and even his pores were oozing with cold sweat.

Christina, who was half asleep, opened her eyes hazily, but she couldn't see clearly the blurry red-haired figure in the heavy rain.

She murmured at the corner of her mouth.

 Inoan did not speak, but quietly glanced at Count Baptiste's house.

 But then, when Christina's eyelashes fluttered again, she was already sent to the vicinity of the Baptiste family.

 “Thank you…thank you…”

It would be too hurtful to her if he showed her the same expression as when he saw a demon.

The person who had just saved their family was none other than the Destruction Bishop Ivanos.

 Leaving a barrier with flames rising in all directions at Count Baptiste's house, her figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.

 Inoan looked at Beelzebub's fleeing back. She did not pursue immediately, but laid Christina flat on the garden ground.

Looking at Inoan, whose breath had become very scary, Count Baptiste stretched out his arms tremblingly and carefully took the apple of his eye.

 The strange thing is that even though this red-haired woman is a more terrifying Bishop of Destruction than the demon, they are not much afraid of her.

Inoan remained silent and put his hand on Christina's chest. Suddenly a spark bloomed from Christina's body, and mellow magic power surged into her body, as if to gradually revive her.

The terrifying aura like the coming of death and the gaze that froze the soul made Beelzebub feel an unprecedented fear raging throughout his body.

Originally, when he saw the Bishop of Destruction with countless murderers coming to their doorstep, he should have been so scared that he was about to collapse, but the fact was extremely absurd -

 Although her mind was still confused, she probably knew what she was doing.

The hope of life is being rekindled in this body.

His arrogance turned to dust at this moment, and his survival instinct took over. Under the shadow of death, Beelzebub couldn't care less about his face. He turned around in a panic and flew away as fast as he could. He left like a frightened bird.

 “Thank you for saving Christina.”

 Distance many kilometers away.

Over the south bank of Huadu Parieu, Beelzebub rushed past at an alarming speed, like a meteor shadow cutting through the hazy night sky.

From time to time he looked back in panic. Everywhere he looked were ruins. The streets of Parrieux in the past looked particularly desolate under the torrential rain.

 But these sights were not the focus of his attention. All he cared about was a lingering terrifying figure.

That terrifying aura made even him, a great demon from the other side of the Disaster Land, tremble with fear!

 Bishop of Destruction…Ivanos…

 These two names kept echoing in his mind, tearing at his nerves like sharp claws.

Beelzebub was puzzled. How could a maid who seemed to be just a little strong be the one who destroyed Bishop Ivanos as if she had won the lottery? !

And it seemed that he was the one who woke Ivanos up himself.

If he had known earlier, he would never have stimulated her!

 "Rocky! McCarthy! It's all your fault!"

Beelzebub muttered to himself in horror, desperately trying to escape from Huadupariu, and looking back from time to time.

 Now he only knows to run away quickly.

The worst he can do is come back again in a hundred years. By then, all these humans will be dead, and he will still have plenty of opportunities and time!

Just as Beelzebub was thinking, he felt his forehead was suddenly pressed by a pair of cold and biting hands.

Before he could react, the huge force that seemed to tear his soul apart had already dragged him away from the sky.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were spinning, and Beelzebub felt that his internal organs were violently churning, and he was falling from the sky uncontrollably.

 The sound was loud and deafening.

Beelzebub slammed into the hard ground on the south bank of Parrieux!

Dust was flying, sand and stones were flying, and circles of spider web cracks spread on the ground, mercilessly burying his body.

 “Uh ah…cough…cough…!”

Beelzebub struggled to gather his consciousness. Sweet blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and the senses on his face were distorted by the severe pain.

 Red flames, redder than blood, burst out from the ground, scorching Beelzebub until he let out a shrill scream.

 But Beelzebub had no time to take care of this, because his eyes could only accommodate one figure - the red-haired evil ghost clutching his head.

Instinct prompted Beelzebub to fight back. Dark blue cursed flames spurted out from his fingertips in an instant, roaring towards Inoan overwhelmingly. Even the air in its path became rotten and withered.

Faced with the cursed flames that could seriously injure an ordinary eighth-level person, Inoan remained motionless. The red flames that were several times more powerful were raging and dancing around her. It seemed that the cursed flames were unable to leave even a trace on her body.

 She stood quietly, her expression gradually distorted, and the corners of her lips raised into a cruel angle.

Pain is just a ridiculous concept to her.

 “Extremely stupid…”

Innoan's voice was like the eulogy of the Lord of Hell, faintly echoing in the sea of ​​fire.

The next moment, Inoan flicked her wrist, and red flames roared out, instantly engulfing Beelzebub's cursed flames. She pressed Beelzebub's head and kept smashing it to the ground, making the entire south bank of the building tremble. Even if the ground collapsed and turned into a deep pit, she still couldn't stop her from holding Beelzebub down and abusing him like a thin jackal.

Beelzebub's face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

He frantically gathered all his magic power and erected defensive barriers one after another in front of him, but in front of the destructive sparks, all defenses seemed so fragile.

 And this crazy woman is not afraid of pain. As long as she is not beaten to death, she will be injured to the end.

 After being targeted by her, you can't run away or block her. Fighting her is pure abuse. At most, you can only cause a bunch of ineffective damage to her and take away half of her life!

Beelzebub didn't understand why he wanted to provoke such a thing!

His defense was easily torn apart, and the rubble instantly engulfed Beelzebub's body, dragging him into a red-hot purgatory fire.

 The heart-rending cry of the devil echoed in the rainy night, causing extreme pain and despair.

 “We should have no grievances! Destroy the bishop!”

Beelzebub fought hard and burned Ivanoth with the flames of the curse.

However, Ivanos seemed to feel no pain and did not let go of her hand from beginning to end, constantly piercing Beelzebub's body with pillars of scarlet fire.

 “Hehehehe.”

 Her mouth overflowed with blood, and she gradually revealed a twisted smile.

“I only know that torturing you makes me feel extremely happy.”

The sirens rang in the sky over the entire capital of Paris.

 “Warning, emergency announcement.”

“An eighth-level battle took place in Area 1 on the south bank of Parrieux.”

“An eighth-level battle occurred.”

“Please nearby citizens to evacuate as quickly as possible.”

“The combatant is suspected to be the culprit demon that spreads the curse, and the second combatant is suspected to be Bishop Ivanos of Destruction.”

 Less than half an hour later.

 North Shore District 4, Earl of Baptiste Garden.

 The raindrops hit the water and splashed into waves.

 The fountain in the center of the garden has stopped functioning, and several marble sculptures have fallen into pieces in the pool.

The water that was once crystal clear is now turbid, with branches, fallen leaves and broken bricks floating in it.

The flower beds on both sides were not spared the damage, and the tall beech and oak trees in the depths of the garden were not spared the misfortune either. Their straight and majestic trunks were covered with charred marks, their branches were broken, and countless broken leaves were fluttering in the strong wind.

Innoan held the heel of a charred demon corpse without a human form, and walked step by step to Count Baptiste's house.

 Everything she saw before her eyes was different from the sunny Earl of Baptiste's house in her short memory.

She lowered her head and looked at herself. The once spotless maid's skirt was now soaked in blood and full of charred holes.

 This is not etiquette at all, but it doesn't matter anymore.

The heavy rain was still pouring down, washing away her broken body and the pool of blood and mud beneath her feet.

The thunder gradually faded away, the night shrouded by wind and rain began to slowly become quieter, and the rain seemed to be getting lighter.

When Inoan finally came to the gate of Count Baptiste's house, everyone in the Count's family was stunned.

Her body was covered with large and small wounds, some of which were deep enough to the bone, and red blood was still flowing, but there was no trace of pain on her face.

They stared at the maid who was covered in blood and trauma with their eyes wide open, and for a moment they didn't know how to speak.

 “It's okay.”

 Innoan's voice did not rise or fall.

　　Everything was as unfamiliar as when she first came to Earl's Mansion.

After the dark magic book was crushed by her and completely burned and destroyed, all the demons woke up.

 She threw Beelzebub's body out like trash.

Earl Baptiste has a butler called Rocky. Everyone in the aristocratic circle on the north bank of Huadu knows that he is very strong. He can easily explain how their family defeated the culprit demon, so there is no need for her to teach Earl Baptiste anything. This family It should be dealt with naturally next.

 “Take out the employment contract.”

She looked at Count Baptiste and said coldly.

Count Baptiste immediately ran back to the mansion, and it didn't take long before he found a contract and handed it to her.

This is just a work contract, and it does not have too many restrictions. If the Destruction Bishop wanted to kill them, he could have done it long ago.

Inoan took over the contract, and soon the book was burned into ashes and floated into the sky.

 “From now on we have nothing to do with each other.”

 Innoan said, preparing to turn around.

 “Inoan!”

A call broke the dead silence. Christina looked pale and rushed over impatiently, her beautiful eyes blurred by tears.

She was tired just now, but she still managed to wake up despite the severe pain all over her body.

 She always had the feeling that if she didn't wake up now, she might never see Ino'an again.

 But to her surprise, Inoan took a step back and avoided Christina's arms.

 She glanced at the girl indifferently.

“Miss, please respect yourself.”

Innoan's voice was cold and biting, as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him.

"But...but why? Inoan, you are so seriously injured, let me help you bandage..."

Christina's voice was choked with sobs. She was sure that Inoan still remembered her, but her attitude at the moment was as if she didn't remember. Christina's crystal tears couldn't stop flowing down her cheeks.

“Inoan, don't leave. As long as you continue to be Inoan, don't change back. No matter who you were before, I will treat you as Inoan and stay with me, okay?”

Christina could no longer control her surging emotions and took two steps closer to Inoan.

 She felt that if she didn't stay at this moment, she might never see Enoch again.

 Innoan's body now is filled with a sense of distance from her who is not in the same world.

 “No need, I've already paid you back your medicine money.”

 Innoan did not answer her, but just let the rain wet her hair and cover her forehead.

"Inoan, I can cure you. I will buy you the best medicine. You will recover soon! Don't leave, okay?"

Christina burst into tears and grabbed Inoan's shoulders with all her strength.

 “Get out of here.”

Inoan threw Christina away and let Christina fall to the ground.

 Indifference once again enveloped her face, as if she had already cut off this fruitless relationship.

 “Inoan!”

Christina got up crying.

 She wanted to grab Inoan's hand, but she only caught a piece of cold nothingness, and her delicate wrist could not help but tremble with grief.

Innoan obviously saved her, but also destroyed the contract and wanted to cut off the relationship with them.

 Otherwise, once this contract is found by the security agency of the United Kingdom Council, analyzing the magical properties above may also involve accusations of assisting the Resurrection Church.

 “Goodbye, Christina.”

 Inoan still seemed unable to bear the crying after all.

She turned back, smiled inexplicably, and disappeared.

 Poisen Demonic World.

 At the northernmost end of this traumatized district.

When the downpour gradually subsided into a gentle drizzle, and the sky began to turn white, a figure stood still on top of a broken wall.

 The broken, tilted giant screen behind him is no longer showing.

Lan Qi's emerald green eyes as clear as lake water stared into the distance, with a trace of compassion and exhaustion in his eyes.

 He seemed to be meditating, and seemed to be waiting for something.

Suddenly, a blazing red light cut through the layers of dark clouds, like a red comet about to erupt, falling straight towards Lanqi.

The red light stopped dozens of meters away from Lanqi, and the dazzling red flames dissipated, revealing a figure that was familiar yet unfamiliar to him.

 It is Inoan.

She was still scarred, and her originally spotless clothes were soaked in blood and turned into a broken flag that had experienced countless winds and rains.

 But there was an unprecedented calmness and relief in her eyes, as if a thousand pounds of weight had been lifted.

She looked at Lan Qi quietly, with an almost imperceptible smile on her lips, as if she was greeting an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time.

 Gradually, the rain began to weaken.

The wind no longer roared, and the raindrops became sparse.

 They fall softly to the ground, making a subtle rustling sound.

 Above the ruins of Posen Demon Realm, although it was still dark, it was almost dawn.

 “You are indeed here.”

 Inoan looked at the figure with brown hair and green eyes and said.

"I guess you might come to me." Lan Qi sighed and shook his head.

If it was to destroy Bishop Ivanos, he would probably run away.

  After all, it would not be good for her to continue to stay in Huatuparieu.

 But if it were Ivanos now, it would be possible for her to make some choices that she would not have considered before.

"Because when you didn't just give up on Christina and run away, but saved her and killed Beelzebub, it proves that you have changed."

Lan Qi looked at Inoan, with a flash of mixed emotions in his eyes.

 It can only be said that there may be necessity in chance.

If Beelzebub didn't have that kind of character, he wouldn't have woken up the Bishop of Destruction.

As for the Bishop of Destruction, after getting used to the life of Inoan, she might rather never remember who she is.

 This seemed to her like a fallen and gentle place.

 But when she encountered Beelzebub, a mirror with sins engraved on it, the memory she had to return to and being beaten awake was her punishment.

“The world is full of tit-for-tat.”

 Innoan also said to himself.

When she heard Loren say this with anger during the battle, she only felt ridiculed, but now she finally understood.

“Ivanos, from now on I will regard you as the Bishop of Destruction.”

Her best choice is actually to escape from the Posen Kingdom, or she may find a way to stay at the Baptiste family, but since she is here to find Lan Qi, there must be only one answer.

Looking at Inoan's expression and feeling the magic power rising from Inoan's body, Lan Qi also understood what she meant.

There is still one last battle to be fought today.

 They are not in full condition now, and it is uncertain whether they will win or lose.

 Ivanos not only used his life-saving trump card [Embers of the Other Side] to save Christina, but also killed Beelzebub, spending most of his mana and life.

"Although you saved the Baptiste family and many innocent civilians in Huadu...but this does not mean that the killings on your body can be made up for. As I teach my students, in fact, you cannot rely on the help of bad people. …”

Lan Qi's eyebrows were lowered, and at this moment, his eyes held an unprecedented sadness.

If possible, he really didn't want the Bishop of Destruction to save Christina, and rely on her strength to save Huadu.

Nor did he hope that the person he wanted to kill as an enemy at this moment was Inoan.

 But sometimes this is the case, many things can no longer be distinguished by simple right and wrong.

“In my life, my ethics are like bullshit, but talking to you is the only ethical thing I do.”

 Innoan's hair blocked his right eye and he raised his head slightly.

“Rocky, I both hate you and thank you for giving me such a sweet dream.”

 She replied, with a hint of fatalistic calmness in her tone.

Today, either she will kill Rocky, or Rocky will kill her.

 “Is this our last conversation?”

 Lan Qi spoke, his voice sounding like he was trying hard due to excessive exhaustion.

She neither chose to surrender nor seek help, but decided to carry out the villain at the last moment.

 Then fighting her is the only salvation that Lan Qi can give her.

 “But there's no point in talking too much, let's get started.”

 Inoan said.

Thalia was also ready.

Perhaps this is the worst final battle they will face in Huadu Parrieux. Now her and Lanqi's fighting styles have gradually become more mature. They first use the possession state with low power consumption to interfere with the opponent and attract their attention at the critical moment. She's showing up to deliver the killing blow.

 At this moment, it was very much like their first match at the Holy Silver Vine Arena.

Thalia felt that she could win against an opponent she had defeated once, a second time.

 On the ruins, an unknown cold wind blew up.

The cold raindrops fell on the ground, turned into ripples and began to spread, and the final battle of life and death began!

As the wind danced, Inoan's figure turned into a blurry shadow, flitting towards Lanqi like a ghost, and countless red brilliance of the Age of Gods began to gather around Inoan.

 Her fighting style has not changed at all. She wants to decide the outcome in an instant and completely destroy her opponent.

Facing this sudden attack, Lanqi's expression remained unchanged, as before, he relied on Thalia's spiritual magic to suppress Ivanos.

 For Thalia, spirit is the main element, but for Ivanos, who has the main fire and secondary spirit, spirit is only the secondary element.

The moment Thalia's mental force field collided with Ivanos's, the two once again formed a control offset against each other.

 No side can gain the upper hand.

 It was exactly the same as their previous battle.

In the flash of lightning, the two people's eyes met, but there was no longer any surprise.

　　The spiritual powers of Ivanos and Thalia intertwined, collided, and offset in the air.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down in their eyes, forming an invisible contest.

 Lanqi's arms soared into the air like an arrow from a string, and the fingertips in his hands pointed at Inoan's heart. His eyes were as sharp as a blade, and he was about to cut off all the sin and darkness in the world.

They all know it after playing in the Holy Silver Vine Arena before, and the next step is to fight the ultimate move at close range.

 But at this critical moment.

 Inoan suddenly extinguished all the flames, and the magic power condensed on his body also dissipated.

She stood quietly on the spot, with a quiet arc on her lips, and her eyes were calm and calm, as if she was welcoming a dusty ending.

 The gray crack went straight through her heart.

　　Until the gray crack burst, Inoan spit out a large mouthful of blood, slowly closed his eyes, and his body fell weakly, like a **** fallen leaf, floating lightly among the broken walls.

Lanqi stared, wondering why Inoan was defeated so easily.

 “Ivanos? What are you doing?”

Lan Qi didn't understand for a moment and asked her.

Thalia even appeared directly and stopped Lanqi from approaching Ivanos unsuspectingly.

But Thalia also knew that Ivanos was probably not deceitful.

 The moment she saw Lan Qi trying to kill her.

 She gave up her resistance.

With a smile on his lips, Ivanos lay down on the ground and looked at the clouds in the sky where the sunrise could not be seen.

 Her mouth was covered with blood, and her eyes gradually dimmed.

 She neither cried nor laughed, nor did she answer Lan Qi's question.

 Died peacefully.

 Just like the end of her life.

 Only the piece of [original stone slab - fire] is left.

"why is it like this…"

Lan Qi seemed to have gradually figured something out, or maybe he was too tired. The sudden light was a bit dazzling, and he covered his forehead in distress.

 The ground began to shake again, seemingly collapsing due to the brief eighth-level battle between the two of them.

Thalia quickly took away the slate, grabbed Lanqi and left the ruins, and took him to the relatively stable roof of the small church in the distance.

Comparing the battle they had just now to the continuous battles throughout the night, it is equivalent to the light rain at this moment compared to the heavy rain all night long.

 For the demons in Huadu, it is at best an alarm clock that makes a little noise in the early morning.

 Perlman the careerist and Beelzebub the curse spreader were both dead.

 The legendary magic weapon [Parroni's Grudge] was also destroyed.

 The demons in Huadu District have returned to normal.

 Cities are beginning to recover.

 The people and demons who took refuge gradually came out of the shelter and set foot on this devastated land again.

The sound of rain, water, lights, and the laughter of survivors, all kinds of sounds merged into a rainy night rhapsody of a city that never sleeps, echoing for a long time in the sky above Huadu Parrieux.

 “Lan Qi, what's wrong with you?”

Thalia looked at Lanqi and found that he was indeed a little overloaded. He was more tired than she thought. At this moment, he was almost too sleepy to open his eyes.

“Do you know how to define despair?”

Lan Qi sat down on the roof. Even his voice was much tired at this moment. He looked at the clouds that drifted by from time to time but had already lit up.

Even though it is still raining lightly in Huadu, it will surely become sunny as the sun rises.

"I have no idea."

Thalia shook her head.

 Lan Qi often knows more about this kind of thing, but Lan Qi rarely takes the initiative to talk to her.

 It seems that if Ivanos fights them to the end, Lanqi's mentality will still be very good.

 But instead, he died so peacefully, which made Lan Qi feel very sad.

"There was once such an experiment... first let some mice live a happy life, implant electrodes in their brains, record their excited cells during happy times, and then take away their friends and put them Lock it in a narrow, claustrophobic, humid and cold space, and shock it continuously. After a while, its head will be immersed in a mixture of ice and water. It will be unable to escape or struggle. After a while, it will Desperate."

Lan Qi started talking to himself, looking into the distance.

“Then how do you measure whether it is really desperate? What if it is a weakling that cannot be beaten to death? The more you torture it, the stronger its spirit of resistance becomes.”

Thalia listened attentively and asked her question.

 She felt that Lan Qi was more tired than she thought, and his voice was half a minute softer than usual.

 “There are two indicators.”

Lanchi continued,

"The first one is called the sweet water experiment. After the torture, it is put back into the cage. There are two types of water in the cage, one sweet water and one plain water."

“A mentally healthy rat will drink sweet water to plain water at a ratio of eight to two. If it has no mental problems, in addition to liking sweet drinks, it will also occasionally drink plain water.”

“If you put it back and the ratio of the two types of water it drinks is five to five, we think there's something wrong with it.”

"Why?"

Thalia asked.

 “There is no preference anymore, everything you eat and drink tastes the same.”

Lan Qi looked at her and explained.

Thalia seemed to understand that if she gave up one day, she might end up like this.

If she hadn't met Lanqi at the beginning, found that Hyperion had been killed when she went to Icerite, and couldn't find her sister in the Creja Empire, then she might really be in a state of neglect. , only revenge to the end.

“Of course this indicator is not enough.”

Lanqi took a deep breath and exhaled it.

"The second one is called the tail suspension experiment. Lift up the tail of the mouse and put it head down. A mentally healthy mouse will roll its head up and struggle. If it gives up everything, stops resisting, and has no desire to live. ”

“After meeting these two indicators, it is indeed desperate enough.”

Thalia agrees.

 At this moment, their chat was particularly peaceful.

　　It's rare to sit down and have a chat like this.

“Do you think there is hope after such despair?”

Lanci asked her.

“Is there any way to save it?”

Thalia asked curiously.

 “Actually, there is.”

Lanqi nodded, but did not give an answer.

Thalia thought for a moment.

"Rescue it from this miserable environment, put it in a spacious and warm environment, give it all kinds of delicious things, all kinds of fun things, and eat and play whatever it wants. , and absolutely safe, with friends by your side?”

 She guessed with uncertainty in her voice.

Lanqi just looked at her and said nothing.

 Even without telling her the answer, she understood it instantly.

 “Can't be saved.”

Ranchi said.

Thalia's hesitation in answering already meant that she knew that none of the above would work at all.

 “Then how can we save it?”

Thalia frowned.

"Do you still remember that electrodes were implanted into it when it was spending its happy time? As long as we repeatedly stimulate those marked nerve cells, that is, to awaken its beautiful memories, it only takes a few days and nights, and it can be Completely cured.”

 Even if he didn't have to go on, he believed Thalia understood.

 What can save the soul is not the current sensory pleasure, but the good times we once had.

 So a happy childhood is very important.

“I understood the first moment I saw Ino'an that she had never had a beautiful moment in her heart since she was a child. She didn't understand what happiness is. She didn't have a childhood that could heal her whole life.”

Ranchi thinks so.

When it came to Sigre, no matter what childhood experience she had in the past, he firmly believed that as long as he brought her more good memories, even if one day Sigre faced ups and downs or lost herself, as long as she recalled Reminiscing about the past, this memory in her heart may also give rise to hope, allowing her to live firmly.

 The same is true for Lanchi for Inoan.

 The moment she woke up without memory, she was like a pure white baby.

 Lanci will naturally implement the concept to the end.

 But he didn't expect what this brief light in the eternal darkness would mean to Inoan.

Looking back at the beginning, Enoch was able to pursue her desires and vent them wantonly. She also knew how to struggle, and she tried her best to survive no matter how miserable she was.

 But after Lan Qi's rescue, it was not difficult to achieve everything she wanted in the end, but she chose death.

“It turns out that what I gave Enoch was not salvation, but real despair... She told me with her death that sometimes there are people who I can't save.”

Lan Qi said to himself, his eyes as clear as a deep pool of water, reflecting the boundless sky.

 “Tata, you won.”

 He admitted.

Thalia was right about their previous bet, and he was wrong.

 Inoan died in a way that he could not accept the most.

 He is too confident. Sometimes he thinks he has won a perfect outcome in his bet, but in fact it is only a failure.

But Lan Qi's expected Thalia's triumphant ridicule never came.

Thalia hugged his head and let him rest on her chest, not thinking about anything.

 “There is no such thing.”

 She said softly, as tenderly as a mother to Hyperion.

 “It's you who taught me steadfastness.”

 She said in Lan Qi's ear,

"Any miracle has its own conditions. If you don't follow through, even the goddess of fate will not be able to care for you, so please continue to be determined. When you hesitate, I will guide you."

 Lan Qi opened his eyes wide, but did not move for a long time until his expression gradually relaxed.

 On the roof, they didn't speak any more.

 Silently listen to each other's thoughts.

Lan Qi finally felt trapped, and slowly closed his eyes.

 The dawn illuminated their figures from the clouds.

The rose window of the church revealed a faint blue light, and the rain gurgled along the outline of the building, as if singing an ancient aria.

　　Until the rain stops and the fog disperses, the east becomes white.

 (End of this chapter)

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