Life As Aozaki Orange

However, she has never seen... such a strange Dead Apostle.

Then, in the next moment.

The half-crow, half-human monster knelt down on one knee before her, and made an elegant voice:

"Jiushu greetings, Your Royal Highness"

"..."

Remilia frowned, and after a little thought, she remembered something. Isn't this strange appearance the Black Winged One, one of the oldest dead disciples in the legend.

She remembered that her mother said that in the Civil War of the Dead Apostles, if Lord Heiyi hadn't resolutely turned back...he would have been killed by the way. Yigong just marginalized it.

"Get up, Lord Black Wing!"

She put away her magic gun and maintained a proud look: "What is it that you come to me at this time? I hope it won't be some trivial matter that disturbs my rare leisure time."

"It's not a trivial matter, it's an order from the master."

Lord Black Wing stood up, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Assisting Her Royal Highness in winning the Holy Grail War, that's...the reason why I came here to find Her Royal Highness."

"...Master...what do you mean?!"

Remilia's eyes widened. In this world... there is only one person who can be called the Black Wing Princess, and that is the legendary Moon King Zhu Yue.

"That's right, His Majesty Zhu Yue asked me to assist you."

Lord Black Wing nodded slightly, and said in a respectful voice: "No matter what kind of opponent it is, as long as Her Royal Highness orders, my subordinates will definitely try their best to defeat it."

"Ah... yeah."

Remilia breathed a sigh of relief, raised her head to stare at Lord Black Wing, and said seriously: "Then... if I let you face the heroic spirit, you should be fine."

"Of course there is no problem."

The elegant voice of Heiyigong revealed confidence: "No matter how powerful the heroic spirit is, in order to fulfill His Majesty Zhu Yue's great wish to come back to the world, I will defeat them all."

"Speaking with confidence."

Remilia smiled with satisfaction: "Heroic spirits are not easy to exist. Even if the ancestor of the dead disciples comes to face... it is not an easy thing."

"Indeed, heroic spirits are very difficult existences, even the ancestors of the dead may not be able to defeat them"

Lord Black Wing admitted frankly, and then changed the subject: "However, those are only the ancestors of those incompetent dead disciples. Even if they are both ancestors of the dead disciples... there is still a huge gap in strength."

"Next, Her Royal Highness, please witness the strength of your subordinates."

Chapter 436: Crazy World

Misaki City.

Seshoin Kiara walked out of the church, looked up at the sky covered with black clouds, and evoked a gentle smile, filled with a holy feeling like a Bodhisattva, even just looking at it... would feel redeemed in his heart.

This is... the charm of being called a saint living in the modern age.

All over the world, regardless of poverty, high or low... there are her followers,

Its influence spreads to every corner of the world.

"...It's almost ready."

In the dark woods not far away, Wenbing Yongli walked out wearing a priest's attire. He bowed slightly to Kiara who was standing at the door, and said in a cold voice:

"The believers...are getting ready for the coming of the 'saint' of relief."

He lowered his eyes as much as possible, not looking at the woman who was as holy as a Bodhisattva.

It's not because I'm afraid of desecrating that sacred figure, but because I'm afraid of losing myself. Even if it's just a glance, if you look at Kiara's figure, you will be lured by the extraordinary beauty to the desire in your heart , into a state of trance and loss of self.

Such a magical charm is like the legendary Mara who lured Sakyamuni under the Bodhi tree.

To be honest, he wanted to give up resistance countless times, indulge in the magical charm of Kiara Seshouin, and give up thinking about becoming a doll to be played with, so...it wouldn't be so hard.

You can also get unparalleled happiness.

However, his essence is an outright egoist, with a strong desire to survive, and he instinctively refuses the temptation of Kiara Saseiin's demon nature.

I don't want to die, I don't want to be turned into a puppet.

However, the temptation is as sweet as honey.

It's hard to say no...and hard to accept.

"Thank you, Wenbing Yongli~"

Seshoin Kiara looked at the priest, and said in a compassionate voice, "Next, wait for Cheng Zi to complete everything, and then, the Savior will come to this mortal world full of original sin and turn it into a paradise on earth."

She spoke joyfully and tenderly, full of love for everything.

Wenbing Yongli's head drooped even deeper, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, his nails even pierced into the flesh, he was resisting the impulse in his heart.

At this time, he even gave birth to a feeling that he was an uneducated fool, an ideal saint in people's hearts, with words full of love, a heart that tolerated and saved everything, and redeemed his existence full of original sin.

However, he was ignorantly rejecting... this divine salvation.

This is... how stupid and unwise.

"You don't seem to be happy about this...?"

Kiara stared at the priest who lowered his head and didn't dare to look at her, with a cold murderous intent in his voice, for which, Eiri Wenbing just shook his head, and said in a pious voice.

"No, as a believer... the Lord is about to send down the gift of saving the world. For me... no, it should be said that it is an unparalleled joy for all beings."

Wenbing Yongli shook her head, and said in a reverent voice.

"The congregation all over the world are praying, for the coming of the saint who bears the will of the 'lord', I also prayed silently in my heart, just now I was just... addicted."

"Is it."

Kiara stared at the priest, then turned around and walked into the church.

She doesn't care whether Wenbing Yongli's words are true or not, and she doesn't care whether Wenbing Yongli is loyal to her or not. Rather, she actually intends...to make Wenbing Yongli keep vigilant and afraid of her.

There is a hint of bad taste in this, and there is also an experimental mind.

"..."

Wen Bing Yongli looked at Kiara who entered the church, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Then, he belatedly realized that his back...was soaked in sweat at some point.

It can be seen how great the pressure in his heart was just now.

at the same time.

in the Vatican.

The devout believers came to the church and knelt in front of the statue to pray devoutly. They followed the guidance of the "Holy Maiden" Saseiin Kiara, and they were chanting to welcome the coming savior.

And in the square.

The priest stood by the fountain, loudly declaring the coming of the saint who bears the will of the Lord. They have spared no effort to promote it for a long time, but they don't feel any tiredness, and there is a fanatical expression on their devout faces.

The onlookers listened piously, whether they were old people or children, they all seemed a little fanatical.

U.S.

New York.

Countless believers flocked to the streets, welcoming the arrival of the saint who carried the will of the Lord in a carnival way, and the fireworks continued to fly into the air and explode, decorating this bustling city like daytime.

Coincidentally, the billboards and TV programs everywhere are discussing and broadcasting related topics about saints bearing the will of the Lord.

"Crazy, these people are crazy!"

On a tall building, a slightly obese black girl looked at the fanatical people on the street through the window, and felt a chill in her heart unconsciously. This world... became a little strange.

It's like... an invisible huge hand distorting the whole world.

"Jennifer...I found something interesting."

Not far away, a boy's surprised voice came from the living room.

The chubby black girl was shocked, and immediately looked at her friend sitting on the sofa in the living room. It was a boy with short blond hair. He looked very handsome, and he was also a genius student.

He had a notebook on his lap, typing on the keyboard skillfully.

This is her boyfriend, but they don't love each other, it's just a pure transactional relationship, it's just that she pays the blond boy, and the boy pays for his body.

It's a simple and pure relationship.

"What's interesting?"

The black girl walked up to the blond boy, and cast her eyes on the boy's notebook. Immediately afterwards, information about the umbrella company was revealed in front of her eyes.

"It's very interesting, isn't it, the power of capital."

The blond boy glanced at the rich woman who took care of him, and said with a smile: "Most of the media have received umbrella funds and started to spread the news of the so-called 'saint' coming, which means that now we have access to most of the information Channels are controlled by umbrella companies.”

"This... is terrifying!"

The black girl felt creepy and couldn't help screaming loudly: "Could it be that they want to brainwash everyone through speech!"

"I don't know, and I have no way to figure out why." The blond boy shook his head, raised his hand and scratched his head, "However, it's definitely related to... Aozaki Orange!"

He pointed to a photo of Aozaki oranges on his laptop.

"Maybe, this woman...maybe if she wants to become a living god, as long as everyone believes in it, then... even a mortal is no different from a god."

"Does this... make sense?"

The black girl raised a question: "Cangqi Chengzi is already so rich that he has everything he wants...why would he do such a meaningless thing?"

Chapter 437 Mother's Care

the next day.

The sun dispelled the night, like a curtain being drawn, and the world became brighter.

Remilia stood by the guardrail of the high-rise building, staring into the distance with her scarlet eyes, staring at a helicopter that was gradually approaching, listening to the roar of the air stirring more and more clearly.

On both sides of her, Lord Black Wing, Izayo Sakuya stood respectfully.

soon.

The helicopter arrived over the Excelle Hotel.

A middle-aged man appeared in front of the cabin door, dressed like a medieval nobleman, holding a gem-studded cane, and looked at the blue-haired little loli below with a gentlemanly smile.

Immediately afterwards, he jumped from a height of more than ten meters, and his falling body was like a falling feather, landing safely on the hard concrete floor.

"Your Majesty ordered me to come to support Your Highness the Princess."

He gracefully stroked his chest slightly and saluted.

"Thank you, Mr. Fan Feimu~"

Remilia gracefully pinched the two corners of the skirt, and gracefully returned the skirt ceremony, showing her qualities as a dead disciple princess.

Immediately afterwards, she turned her head to look at the white round table floating not far away.

Sitting there were two elders, Alquite and Skaha, and the table was filled with sumptuous delicacies. Although it did not look luxurious, it looked very elegant.

"We are having breakfast, Sir Van Femm...do you want to come together?"

"Then bother you."

Van Ferme responded with a slight smile, and immediately lowered his body to Remilia's ear, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, I was surprised to learn that...Empress Elteluchi has arrived in Fuyuki City."

"Oh... is that so!"

Remilia immediately had an expression of surprise, she couldn't help but put her two little hands on her waist, raised her head slightly, and said proudly:

"It seems that the mother knows what I have done, and will definitely praise me later!"

"..."

Fan Feimu did not speak, silently looking at the happy little princess.

He has lived for a long time, witnessed the ups and downs of human history, and knows that the hearts of people in this world are fickle, if it is Elte Luchi who has not yet grasped the power and has no descendants.

Then he believes that Erte Luqi... will welcome His Majesty Zhu Yue back.

But now, with the power over ten thousand people and having a happy family, can Altruchi remain loyal and welcome Zhu Yue who broke all this.

If it were him... there would be no way to welcome him.