Chapter 330


Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Five: The Blue-Haired, Gray-Eyed

Once entering this state, both 【Holy Light’s Ten Radiance】 and 【Wings of God】 automatically activate to their fullest, and Miss Vilyric couldn’t understand why.

Moreover, while it sounds impressive, this ability, similar to a “transformation,” actually only amplifies pure attack-type skills, providing no benefit to healing, defense, or support.

To have it as a priestess is undoubtedly somewhat useless.

Miss Vilyric didn’t like to charge into battle herself, so she rarely used this ability in the game, except for some solo missions that had strict output requirements.

In the game 【Fantasy World】, although there are few limited skills for players, they do exist, and Miss Vilyric wasn’t the first.

Regarding this transformation unique to the priestess, the companions in the game jokingly referred to it as 【Destruction Mode】; after all, it was incredibly powerful when activated. Although the output skills were limited, the damage dealt in a short time could even surpass that of similarly leveled wizards.

“Alright, it’s blown up, and we’ve fought; what else can we do? Can we make it quick?”

Perhaps they truly heard the priestess’s complaint, or maybe it was just because all the enemies had been exterminated that some mechanism was automatically triggered. Suddenly, the cleared world around them became blurry and, in the blink of an eye, transformed into a different scene.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

“Wow!”

Three emerald green vines sprang at her, scaring the priestess, who had just been standing with her hands on her hips, to quickly raise her staff and instantly deploy the Radiant Protection barrier.

A sneak attack! How unethical!

Miss Vilyric wanted to say this, but the attack pierced through the golden curtain and the black-haired girl’s body, striking directly behind her, as if the two were in different dimensions.

Miss Vilyric focused her gaze and realized she was standing on the edge of an abyss, and not far in front of her was Hilda Kurk, who had just launched those attacks, still sporting her pure-white wings.

She looked a bit disheveled, with blood flowing from several places on her body, and her hand holding the staff slightly trembling, as if she was exhausted and also frightened.

In the sky, the army of Abyss Beasts that Miss Vilyric had just annihilated still surged like locusts, but they no longer launched an attack on the priestess, not even casting a glance her way.

Hilda’s gaze seemed not to focus on Miss Vilyric, but rather towards something further back.

Is this… a memory?

Why does it feel a bit like a cutscene after clearing a level?

At this moment, a crisp sound of clapping came from behind, along with a somewhat familiar female voice that made Miss Vilyric feel a bit nostalgic.

“I really didn’t expect that even after a thousand years, there would be so many descendants awakened to my bloodline power. Your name is Hilda, right?”

Miss Vilyric turned around to see a vivacious woman standing on the ground, her waterfall-like azure hair almost touching the ground, yet it didn’t seem abrupt or strange, instead exuding a sacred and inclusive beauty with her gray eyes.

For some reason, Miss Vilyric felt she could see a trace of Tilysha in this woman, who looked to be in her early twenties.

No, it should be said that Tilysha resembled her slightly.

The extreme beauty and sanctity of this woman were far beyond that of the somewhat cute but overall not very impressive Little Village Girl.

Moreover, her voice… was identical to Xi Fu Lin’s.

“Earth Mother Goddess, Xi Fu… no, is this just a part of Xi Fu?”

It can’t be the complete form, because if this truly is what happened on the night of the disaster of the Island of Spris, then at least Xi Fu Lin’s fragment of Divine Spark is still safely kept in the priestess’s hands.

Clearly, this is an individual who has already broken free from the seal, and even reclaimed quite a bit of Divine Spark. At the very least, she now has a physical form, and her appearance is quite close to that of the true Earth Mother Goddess.

The development of memory does not stop to align with Miss Vilyric’s thoughts.

Hilda gritted her teeth, her beautiful eyes overflowing with unabashed hatred and disgust.

“You monster, ally of the Abyss; don’t be too pleased too early. Even if I am fated to fall today, sooner or later, other strong warriors will come to stop your invasion!”

Regarding Hilda’s taunts and insults, the woman, who resembled Xi Fu, seemed indifferent. She gently caressed the emerald vine that had just been summoned by Hilda but was easily captured in her hand.

Gray strands of mist spread from the woman’s delicate fingertips to envelop the entire vine, quickly transforming it into that form Miss Vilyric had once seen in the outside world. The reshaped plant moved lightly, as if it had completely escaped its summoner’s control.

Glancing at Hilda’s increasingly ugly expression, the woman smiled without a care.

“You don’t need to pretend; I have experienced and seen far more than you can imagine. This level of disguise is too easy to see through. You must want me to think you are already much in control, letting me be careless and find an opportunity to relay my existence to that group of Winged People on Sky Island, huh?”

“…”

Hilda’s body stiffened slightly. Although she didn’t say anything, the slight change in her expression and the sudden furrowing of her brow revealed that the woman’s words had indeed hit upon her true intentions.

“Who exactly are you? You don’t look like those mindless and brutal Abyss Magical Beasts. Today, the destruction of my Island of Spris, the death of millions—aren’t you even a little bit ashamed?”

Upon hearing this, the woman smiled even more.

“Abyss Magical Beasts… I suppose that counts. Little one, don’t be so angry. Perhaps to you and to most beings in this world, I have indeed caused grievous calamities. But truthfully, life… is just a boring cycle.”

“Even if today, countless flowers of life wither, as long as the seeds remain, the cycle of life and death will never be severed. Most lives merely turn to dust within a mere hundred years.”

“Since that’s the case, what’s wrong with me picking a portion for my use beforehand?”

“Fallacy! It’s simply a fallacy! What do you think life is? Fruit that can be picked off a tree at any time?!”

Even with Hilda’s true temperament, she couldn’t help but loudly scold the woman, while the woman still wore a seemingly agreeable yet truly indifferent smile.

“Isn’t there a difference? Please enlighten me.”

“…You’re insane; I have nothing more to say to you.”

Those two words seemed to hit a nerve with the woman; she paused for a moment and then elegantly covered her mouth, bursting into laughter.

“Ha ha! It’s funny. A bit over a thousand years ago, many people called me that too. All I did was pick a little of the fruit I had planted myself and cultivate some new varieties, and they came knocking angrily, even betraying their loyal subordinates. Oh, truly a bunch of ungrateful wretches…”

“A bit over a thousand years ago? You…”

The perceptive Hilda immediately caught onto this sensitive phrasing. She understood that today it would be difficult for her to survive, so all she could do was extract information as best as she could and find a way to warn Wing Emperor and the High Priest, so they could prepare.

Unfortunately, the woman did not give her that opportunity.

“Don’t think about such crooked schemes; although I currently cannot manifest my divine realm, just the divine thoughts emanating from me are enough to block your immature little magic. Moreover, that High Priest you mentioned has already encountered me long ago.”