Chapter 217 The Last Day of Happiness

The answer to Evening Prayer was both unexpected and reasonable, because Westhead was the incarnation of a succubus!

His charm has long been extraordinary with the blessing of blood, blessings and talents. Even compared with the Pure Holy Spirit, it is not much inferior. You must know that the unworthy ancestor is the embodiment of "beauty"!

Even in this era before the birth of the gods, when the supernatural system was extremely corrupt, this charm would not diminish.

pretty good.

Westhead has changed his opinion of the attribute "charisma". As a person who believes in iron-blooded strength, he originally had some complaints about this attribute that does not add any hard power. But until now, he has no idea how many benefits he has received from high charm.

The ability to live off others is also a kind of strength!
After praising Westhead's charm, the gray-haired girl turned around to prepare for battle.

She changed her casual clothes into a monk's military uniform, an iron-gray shawl and a silver-white shirt robe. A brown belt tightened her incredibly slender waist, and her feet were wearing a pair of long boots.

Vespers took down a long knife that was hanging next to the statue in the monastery hall.

This is a long sword with a real silver hilt. The sharp blade is forged with some special alloy and shines with a bright edge.

Evening Prayer sat on the steps in front of the statue, with a soft fluorescent light on his fingertips, and he wiped the slightly curved blade with great concentration to refresh its edge.

"Soul bone weapons?"

Westhead looked at this scene thoughtfully.

Just now on the ornithopter, he had already browsed through the basic information and knew that the so-called "monks" were not only clergymen, but also a small number of high-level extraordinary people.

Even in the ancient mortal world where gods were not prominent, the extraordinary system had not been established and there was no inheritance, there were still extraordinary people who relied on their own exploration to climb to the highest positions.

The reason why high-level transcendents are so rare at this time is purely because the erosion of chaos is too serious. Without the guidance of the path, most people cannot awaken.

However, it is undeniable that those who can reach a high level of transcendence in an environment where chaos is rampantly polluted are indeed geniuses, and each of them is the core of the legion.

The maintenance of the sword blade lasted for a long time, until every inch of the blade seemed to be shrouded in a hazy light.

Evening Prayer yawned, looked at the time, and said to Westhead:

"Luckily, we still have a few hours to rest. Weiss, let's get some sleep."

Westhead sat on the bench and continued searching for information: "I'm not sleepy."

"But I'm sleepy."

Evening Prayer squeezed into Westhead's arms without saying a word, pecked the latter on the cheek, then curled up and lay on the man's thighs, slowly closed his eyes, and soon fell into a peaceful sleep.

Judging from her extremely skilled appearance, she must be used to it.

Westhead did not disturb the girl's rest. He used his hand to push away the gray hair stuck to her cheek and stared at the profile of Evening Prayer.

Exquisite, pretty, pure and flawless, Westhead could see the facial features of the Lord of Absolute Extinction, but in terms of temperament, he really couldn't connect this lively and energetic girl with a sweet smile on her face with the sad and gloomy big devil.

[This day was the last day I felt happy. From then on, my happiness decreased every day.]

Suddenly, Westhead heard whispers in his ears.

I almost forgot that this was in the mind space of the Lord of Absolute Extinction, and everything in front of me was shown to me by her.

Naturally, the Lord of Absolute Extinction was also standing by and staring at his sword fiercely.

Westhead couldn't help asking:

"Why not present it from the very beginning? Isn't there still seven or eight years left?"

[.I have never hidden anything from you, my love, but I have no way of knowing the past] Hmm? What do you mean you don't know?
[Because it is a beautiful, happy, most beautiful and kind, the most precious memory. So it should not be kept in a dirty and dark shadow.]

I'm surprised you don't even know how we met, yet you keep calling me "my love"?
Just as Westhead was complaining in his heart, the Lord of Absolute Extinction said:
[Although I have forgotten many things, even why I love you, the only thing I have never forgotten is loving you]

".Then why let me experience it so immersively? If you want to show your memory, then it would be better to just let me watch."

Westhead thought for a moment and asked again.

[My love, I cannot, and I don't want to, interfere with your thoughts and memories. Besides, these are just memories.]

This answer made Westhead feel both surprised and satisfied. If his memory was really interfered with at will, Westhead would feel insecure.

Westhead lowered his head in thought, staring at the girl lying on his knees. The girl's sleeping face looked peaceful and tranquil, as if she was having a sweet dream.

"Boom boom boom——"

From the highest point of the monastery came the dull tolling of bells, heralding the arrival of the early morning.

The gray-haired girl opened her eyes the moment the evening prayer bell rang, and sat up drowsily, rubbing her eyes.

Soon after the bell rang, a mechanical announcement came from the radio:

"Everyone, from now on, Fort No. 21 will take over the defense duties of Fort No. 27, which has fallen. All personnel, take your positions immediately. This fortress will move to the front line. We will encounter Chaos enemies along the way. Defeat them all at all costs."

"Whatever the cost?"

The last trace of regret for the beautiful dream in the girl's crimson eyes was swept away by the sound of the broadcast.

"Is the situation so serious? We should leave."

The two men left the monastery in a hurry and entered a state of complete combat readiness on the main road of the fortress.

All the thrusters worked at full capacity to push the floating fortress forward, and all the war machines in this huge military camp were operating at full capacity.

One after another, hovering or flapping-wing fighters took off into the air, and aerospace warships started roaring to escort the floating fortress.

Teams of fully armed soldiers took their positions on the defense lines or were packed into transport cabins like cans.

Westhead looked up at the sky carefully, his brows furrowed.

Seeing this, Evening Prayer held Westhead's hand and said to him solemnly:

"I will protect you."

She thought Westhead was nervous.

But Westhead was a man who had seen big scenes to some extent. Although he had never seen a scene of thousands of ships competing in competition, it was just a different style, not much different from later generations. At most, it could be considered quite fresh.

"Thank you, but why is the sky still dark?"

Westhead first apologized for Evening Prayer's concern, and then asked his own questions.

I could see the starry sky last night, but after so long, the sky was still gloomy and dark, as if it was covered by thick dark clouds that were eternally covering it, blocking all light.

“It’s always been like this.”

Vespers answered as a matter of course:

"They have obscured the sky for hundreds of years, ever since the beginning of Chaos's great assault."

(End of this chapter)