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"What is Leah thinking about?" Eileen asked, holding Amelia.

"I miss my mom."

"Uh……"

This topic left Eileen at a loss for words.

"Hehe, Eileen, let me experience what it's like to be a mother."

"Me? What can I do?"

"Come, come, come."

Amelia pulled Eileen to the bed, made Eileen kneel there, and then lay down beside her, resting her head on Eileen's lap.

Resting her head on her soft thighs, Amelia squinted her eyes.

In her past life, her mother loved watching anime and especially enjoyed the lap pillow pose. She would often let her enjoy it. Now, feeling Eileen's lap pillow, she felt as if she had returned to the past.

Amelia reminisces about the past, but she also understands that the present is the most precious thing.

Even without myself, my family from my past life could still live well because I had brothers and sisters.

But Eileen only had herself left.

The past was good and worth remembering, but simply remembering it is enough.

Chapter 506 The Demise of God

The night passed quickly.

In the illusionary world, the bright sunshine finally reappeared.

Amelia opened her sleepy eyes and stretched lazily.

"Huh? How come it's already morning? Did I fall asleep earlier?" Amelia blinked, looking around in confusion.

"Hmm, you've fallen asleep, and you're sleeping soundly."

Eileen gently rubbed Amelia's head, occasionally running her fingers through her hair, as if it were a very interesting thing to do.

Amelia then realized that she was still resting her head on a very soft lap, and embarrassedly propped herself up: "Eileen, did you give me a lap pillow for the night?"

“Two nights is fine too,” Eileen said with a smile.

"Hehe, Eileen is the best." Amelia hugged Eileen, kissed her on the cheek, and then said, "We're all awake now, Theresa should be awake by now, let me see what she's doing."

Amelia jumped out of bed and went to the window.

Although it was already daylight, a bright red moon still hung high in the sky, exceptionally conspicuous.

Amelia squinted and looked inside the red moon. She could see that Theresa had indeed woken up, but she was still lying on the moon's surface, looking very attached to this embrace.

"Really."

Amelia didn't know what to say.

Just as she was about to remind Theresa, a holy light suddenly burst forth from the sky above the illusionary city.

"Oh!"

A holy light exploded, and a powerful winged being appeared in the air.

"Again?"

Amelia's eyes narrowed as she thought of the pure white feathered dance from yesterday.

The pure white wings initially moved, causing the winged beings to wander into the illusionary world. And since the pure white wings moved again last night, has the winged being reappeared today?

"Boom bang bang..."

High in the sky, holy light burst forth continuously, and one after another, winged figures emerged, their holy and noble aura instantly permeating the entire city.

This situation led to many vampires rising into the sky to fight against these winged people.

However, today's winged people are much stronger than yesterday's.

Yesterday's winged beings were all at the level of middle-ranking apostles and upper-ranking apostles, but today's winged beings are all at the level of super-ranking apostles, or even celestial apostles.

"Can this also be considered a kind of illusion?"

Amelia murmured softly.

But whether it was an illusion or not, she wouldn't ignore the winged people now that they had appeared, after all, they had always been enemies.

"Eileen, let's do it."

"I see."

Amelia and Irene flew out of the window and into the sky, quickly slaying one winged man after another before their eyes.

Theresa was naturally aware of this situation.

Sitting on the red moon, she looked down, her gaze gradually becoming somewhat complicated.

She had been so immersed in the joy of embracing her mother that she had become somewhat oblivious, until now, seeing the commotion in the city below, the reality brought her back to her senses.

“It’s all an illusion,” Theresa said slowly. “I will strive to create the life I want, I will forge the future I desire, and everything I want should be obtained through my own efforts, not by relying on illusions. What is false will always be false; it cannot fill the void, nor can it replace the real. I, Theresa, only want to be a real Theresa, not a false Theresa. Mother, can you hear me?”

As she spoke, Theresa gently touched the blood-red moon.

As Teresa finished speaking, the buildings in a corner of the city below suddenly transformed into seven-colored specks of light, which drifted and scattered.

This was just the beginning. Starting from this building, the seven-colored light spots spread further and further, and wherever they passed, whether it was buildings, the ground, or vampires, they all turned into light spots and disappeared.

In a short period of time, one-tenth of the city was transformed into scattered seven-colored light spots.

Amelia and Irene naturally noticed this situation as well.

They stopped fighting the winged people and looked towards the direction where the light was scattering.

Numerous points of light were spreading towards this side, like an ocean of light, making it exceptionally beautiful.

Two-tenths, three-tenths...

The city rapidly vanished into specks of light, and everything within it disappeared with it.

This illusion, which originated from Theresa's deepest desires, has come to an end.

Amelia exhaled as she watched numerous specks of light drift past her feet.

But at that moment, a thought struck her: the city and the vampires were dissipating as the illusion shattered, except for the winged people.

One of the winged beings even roared and charged at her, seemingly intent on killing her.

"Humph!"

Amelia snorted coldly and waved her hand, creating a small tornado the size of a person. It directly engulfed the charging winged man, tearing him to pieces and turning him into specks of light.

Amelia then unleashed a series of attacks, creating one small tornado after another that quickly swept across various locations, engulfing all the winged beings and tearing them to shreds on the spot.

"Wow, that's amazing! This is what it means to have both beauty and brains."

"That's how you deal with these winged people; there's no need to be polite with them."

"I feel like you're the nemesis of birdmen, hahaha."

The vampires in the surrounding air vanished along with the city, their bodies turning into specks of light and disappearing.

But they seemed oblivious to it, going about their business and talking as if they didn't care, and expressed deep praise for Amelia's swift annihilation of the winged people.

Amelia also saw a vampire whose body was half turned into specks of light, and who gave her a thumbs-up. Then the specks of light spread out and engulfed his entire body, followed by his arms and then his thumbs-up hand.

'Even at a time like this, the vampires still react this way… Hmm, the vampires' reaction is a reflection of Theresa's inner world, meaning Theresa deeply loathes the winged people. This isn't surprising; the vampires have fallen to this state because the White Goddess and the winged people are the culprits, so it's not surprising that Theresa hates them.'

And so, the entire city was transformed into a kaleidoscope of colorful lights.

Everything—objects, vampires—vanished completely, leaving only scattered specks of light.

Amelia and Irene found themselves in a dark valley.

The valley was the same one they had entered from, and it was as if they had stayed there the whole time and never left.

Beside her, Theresa's figure also appeared, her hands emitting a red glow.

Amelia looked over and saw a red sphere, clearly the shrunken form of the Crimson Moon, sitting there quietly, looking like a work of art.

Theresa held the blood-red moon in both hands, looked at it deeply for a couple of moments, and then handed it to Amelia.

Amelia reached out to take it.

"Wait a minute." Theresa withdrew her hand and thought for a moment before saying, "I think it would be fine to give you the Crimson Moon when you need to borrow my mother's power to cast the Gods' Blessing, right? Just like Eileen, it's Eileen who usually carries the Sword of the God of War."

Amelia couldn't help but chuckle: "Of course you can, would I fight you for Mommy?"

After Amelia said that, Theresa couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

“However,” Amelia’s expression turned serious again, “now is indeed the time to use the blessings of the gods.”

As she spoke, Amelia took out all her divine weapons, and Eileen handed over the Sword of War.

Seeing this, Theresa had no choice but to hand over the Crimson Moon, asking, "What are you planning to do?"

"I intend to destroy the pure white wings."

Amelia answered very decisively.

Upon hearing this, Teresa was startled and subconsciously glanced at the pure white wings.

She remembered what Amelia had said before, that pure white wings had danced.

This situation is indeed very strange. Could it be that this is what made Amelia feel uneasy?

As Amelia accepted the Crimson Moon, she added, "I suspect that the gods may still be able to revert from their current form and become true gods once again."

Theresa's heart skipped a beat.

The gods actually have the possibility of recovering their state?

If that's the case, then wouldn't his mother be able to recover completely?

“I know you’re happy.” Amelia patted Theresa on the shoulder and said, “However, among the gods, the Goddess of the White has gone the farthest, so if the gods can be restored, the Goddess of the White will most likely be the first to be restored.”

Theresa understood Amelia's meaning, and her expression changed immediately: "Let's destroy the Pure White Wings now."

If the Goddess of Pure White were to recover first, the other gods would surely suffer, which was something Teresa could not accept.