Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

She used herself as a container and magic as a guide, bit by bit absorbing the corrosive divine power left behind after the death of the gods, which was enough to pollute the entire world, into her own body.

For ordinary people, this is impossible.

But she did it.

What supported her was not some lofty ideal, but the extreme obsession with life itself, which came from the dual imprint of Lord's body and the power of reproduction - she didn't want to die yet!

The remaining reproductive power here is the best antidote to prevent her body from falling into chaos and destruction.

Now, she has succeeded, but at the cost of becoming a walking collection of pollution.

What is contained in her body at this moment is the highly concentrated corrosive divine power that leaked out when the gods fell thousands of years ago.

This power is like a miniature land of divine demise opened up within her body. It is the source of her strength, the symbol of her authority, and the sword of Damocles hanging over the entire world.

Once she dies, this power will instantly explode out of control, and the scope and intensity of its pollution will far exceed the place where the gods fell that year, enough to drag the entire continent into eternal darkness.

This was the fundamental reason why Lord chose to let him go at that time.

Kill yourself?

Then the price is the destruction of the world.

Once this container, which combines the body of the God Slayer and the corrosive divine power, collapses, the corrosive divine power inside will instantly erupt and spread at a speed beyond imagination.

The scope and intensity of the pollution will far exceed the restricted area formed by the natural leak. It will be enough to drag the entire continent into eternal darkness in a very short time, and all life will be distorted and assimilated.

That is the real disaster that will destroy the world.

Seal yourself?

What couldn't be done a thousand years ago was that the only thing we could do was to let time slowly drain away the divine power of the Land of the Fallen Gods. It would be even more difficult to do this now.

AnnaLize was well aware of Lord's fear of harm.

This is her biggest amulet and the reason why she dares to appear in front of the opponent.

She raised her hand slightly, palm facing up.

A strand of energy as black as ink swirled around her fingertips.

The air touched by the energy thread made a slight "sizzling" sound, as if the space itself was being slowly eroded.

"Not stable enough..." Annaliese muttered to herself, somewhat dissatisfied.

Although the fusion has been completed, it will take time to adapt to being able to control this powerful force completely at will.

She slowly lowered her hand, and the dangerous thread of energy silently retracted into her body.

Its gaze penetrated the space and headed towards a certain direction of the continent, which was the direction where Lord and Celie were heading.

"Where are they?" This was the news that Livale had reported to him not long ago. "Didn't they go to find that guy Balzac?"

Balzac secretly destroyed the elven village and tried to slowly exterminate the elven race, so naturally she couldn't hide it from him.

But she didn't care.

The only thing she was looking forward to seeing was that Lord and Celie would stop Balzac and kill him, which would be a nice sideshow.

Yet again, Lorde deviates from her script.

He did not go to stop Bazalt's plan as he had guessed, but instead began to travel slowly in this world with Celia.

Didn't you know about this? Or did you have other plans?

Annaliese didn't know either.

From the time she awakened from the Land of the Fallen Gods a thousand years ago and gained self-awareness, to her first meeting with Lord in the Demon King's City, every choice Lord made seemed to deviate from the trajectory she had deduced based on her "common origin" cognition.

He took the initiative to leave the forest and walked the continent like an ordinary traveler. He was a far cry from the "God Slayer" Lord who had a clear goal a thousand years ago and would do anything to kill the gods.

Or is it that my understanding has been wrong all along?

"Why?" Annaliese lowered her head, looking at her fair hands. A hint of confusion emanating from the depths of her soul lingered in her voice. "We are one."

She raised her hand and gently pressed it against her cold chest, feeling the beating of the heart beneath the body that originated from Lord but was now completely unrecognizable.

"Your choices, your paths, all originate from me."

"After all, my birth stems from your abandonment! My body is the container of your past! Even the source of my power comes from the existence you once fought against and came into contact with."

"I am your abandoned past, the shadow of your power, and the other side of your existence!" Her voice gradually rose with an almost insane certainty.

"I am you!!!"

Now she couldn't understand Lord's leisurely nature.

Just as this corrosive divine power can drive people crazy, AnnaLize is now gradually heading towards paranoia and madness after a thousand years of loneliness and power fusion.

However, she overlooked one fact.

She was just the fertility goddess who was unwilling to die just like that. Her instinctive corrosive power met the abandoned body at the right time, and thus they devoured each other and became the product of each other's fusion.

However, in her subconscious cognition.

That man and I are the same person.

The man was forced to give up his body in order to save the world, which made her stubbornly believe that the man would continue to be obsessed with saving the world again.

But she completely overlooked one thing, that is, she and the other person were two completely different souls.

Lord's soul had long since left the body with his will and emotions, and had spent a thousand years with Celia in that forest.

And she, Annaliese, was a twisted alien born in that polluted empty shell, from the eroding will of the gods and the remaining instincts of the body, in the chaos of mutual devouring each other.

She is not Lord's clone, nor is she another Lord.

She was just a pitiful and terrifying monster born out of misfortune during the conflict between Lord's abandoned body and the power of the two gods!

"Lord, what are you looking for? Or, what do you want to do?" Annalize's figure gradually faded until it disappeared.

Whatever Lord does, it doesn't matter.

She can wait.

Waiting for the day when the other party cracks the formula of life.

Waiting for the other person to appear in front of him again, so as to reach the fateful ending, and then save the world again.

And now, let the other party walk freely on this continent.

He will eventually come to his side and repeat the final battle with him a thousand years ago.

the other side.

Under the dome of the library, Lord held Celie's hand and walked out slowly.

However, this leisure did not last long.

Just before they completely left the magical area, a slightly sharp voice suddenly emerged: "Wait!!!"

Lord and Celie stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

A male magician wearing glasses, a wrinkled white wizard robe, and messy hair ran over quickly, holding an incredibly thick parchment notebook in his hand.

His eyes stared at Lord through the thick lenses.

Akaf was also attracted by the noise and walked over with a frown: "Carlo, shouting is prohibited in the library! What are you doing?"

The scholar called Carlo seemed not to hear Acuff's scolding, his entire attention was focused on Lord.

He rushed to a few steps in front of Lord and stopped, his chest heaving violently. He pointed at the lofty "Book of Origin" not far away, his voice trembling with excitement:

"You...what did you just say? It's out of date?"

Calom's voice sounded particularly harsh in the quiet area, attracting curious glances from several magicians in the distance.

Celia's eyes instantly turned cold, a hint of displeasure emerging.

This human not only eavesdropped on their conversation, but also questioned Lord in such an arrogant tone.

What does he think he is? What an arrogant fellow!

Celia's fingertips moved slightly, and she already had the idea of ​​teaching this human a lesson.

Lord noticed the elf lady's movements, gently squeezed her hand, and signaled her to be patient.

He calmly looked at the young scholar in front of him, whose face was flushed with excitement: "Any questions?"

Chapter 215 A Dedicated Magician

"Problem? It's a big problem!" Carlo waved the notes in his hand, looking determined not to give up. "What gives you the right to talk about Lord Lord in such a casual tone? Do you understand the "Book of Origin"? Do you know how much effort and hard work Lord Lord put into this book?

Your attitude is simply a blasphemy against Lord Lord!" His voice became louder and louder.

"I don't think he would mind this kind of thing. If he has any objections, he can tell me face to face." Lord said helplessly.

"Huh?!" Carlo's eyes widened. "What's with that attitude? What's with that expression on your face? Are you still a qualified human magician like this?"

Seeing that Carlo was getting more and more excited, Akaf's face darkened and he stepped forward to stand between Lord and him.

He growled sternly, "Carlo! Watch your words and actions! Apologize immediately!"

"Apologize?" Calum said, as if his tail had been stepped on. "Lord Akaf, didn't you hear that? He actually dared to say that the Origin Codex is outdated! This is a magic book that Lord Lord personally participated in compiling.

What qualifications does he have..."

"Enough!" Akaf's voice carried a hint of magical pressure, making Calom feel as if his neck was strangled. His face flushed and he couldn't speak.

"Your research pressure is too great and has affected your spirit. Go back and calm down immediately!"

Calum was intimidated by Akaf's aura, but his eyes were still full of unwillingness as he stared at Lord.

Lord looked at the scene in front of him and felt a little funny.

"It's okay, Mr. Acuff." Lord broke the deadlock.

His eyes fell on the notebook that Calom was clutching tightly. It was densely covered with various magical formulas, some of which gave him a familiar feeling.

"This Mr. Carlo seems to have done a deep study of the Holy Book of Origin?"

Seeing that Lord did not pursue the matter, Akaf breathed a sigh of relief: "Carlo is one of the scholars here who is most obsessed with studying "Origin" and Lord Lord's early behavior, but he is sometimes too paranoid." He sighed helplessly.

When Carlom heard Lord mention his research, the anger in his eyes was slightly replaced by a hint of pride. Obviously, in his opinion, what he had done was an extraordinary achievement.

However, he quickly suppressed his pride, still stiffening his neck: "I have studied all the records and later annotations I could find about Lord Lord's early magical theories!