Agnes only felt that this person was so obvious to her senses, like a drop of ink on pure white paper, attracting people's attention at the first sight.
He's running away.
This thought came to Agnes's mind. This was her first thought when she saw this person.
She saw the figure burning with light blue flames become transparent and illusory in an instant, and then appeared in a mysterious world higher than reality.
She saw indescribable shapes, and some things that were so transparent that they seemed not to exist. There were also clear brilliance of different colors, containing endless knowledge, reflected there, and the one was burning with light blue flames. The figure walked through that mysterious world, and then broke away from the transparent and illusory state in an inexplicable place.
A thought appeared clearly in Agnes's mind - the spirit world.
She looked at the figure burning with light blue flames, and then withdrew her gaze.
Although the culprit who caused this situation has temporarily left the scene, Agnes can clearly realize that she can still feel the position of the other party. She has an inexplicable confidence. In this state, as long as she appears in Under her sight, she would never lose track of the other person, not to mention that this person was so obvious in her eyes.
But now she had more important things to solve, Agnes turned her eyes to the scene in front of her.
She saw the expression of His Excellency the Blessed One who was wrapped in the mirror. Anger and struggle were constantly switching between his face. He kept kneeling on one knee, and the light and shadow like the morning sun fell on all the people who were rushing towards the city center square. The crowd turned into a transparent wall, and Bernie's body, which Agnes relied on, was also within the envelope.
Agnes glanced at His Excellency the Beloved One and said nothing. She closed her eyes and saw those people who reflected thin shadows on the mirror. Greed and intoxication were intertwined in those people. Joy and pain were born and morally taboo behaviors were born. Desire derived from life instinct had already dominated them. .
On the floor of the Silver Rose's warehouse, which was still staying at the port, countless viscous blood quietly oozed out from the cleaned ground, flowing into bright red scars that looked like smooth branches or wrapped around each other. The covered vines, and the cracks where blood seeped out were as bright red as fruits.
In the house in the corner of the city, Wentz shattered the girl's skeleton, but the bone powder, which was as white as the salt crystals on the banks of the saltwater lake on the mountains, quietly seeped into the skin drum amid the continuous vibration of the drum surface, and in a burst of Mysterious pictures and texts were revealed in the vibrations of the array, or scattered on the ground and merged into the still sticky blood. The blood-stained pieces of meat gathered together and piled up with the sound of drums, gradually revealing the appearance of tree lump-like tumors. They looked luscious and juicy, slightly oozing with light yellow liquid.
Agnes's eyes swept across the entire city almost in an instant. Her eyes finally turned to the mirrors high in the sky that reflected countless thin shadows. The elongated screams and shouts echoed between the mirrors, spreading the restless breath. remained throughout the city.
The gray-black mist quickly refracted between the refractions of the mirror, covering the ship that was slowly swaying with the waves and the flesh and blood that had almost revealed the pimples of the trees.
The flesh and blood melted quickly like ice and snow exposed to the spring sun. The undulating ships also quickly disappeared as if they had been weathered for a long time. The mirror above the city quietly shattered, and finally three gray-brown seeds with different lines. Quietly appeared in Agnes' hands.
"Desire will not die, but it can be transformed." Agnes opened her eyes and turned her gaze again to His Excellency, who had his head lowered. She knew that His Excellency's attention was on Bernie, whom she was currently entrusted with. “An unsatisfied thirst can re-become a buried seed until it takes root under watering.”
"Of course, I hope they are just unsatisfied desires for a long time, but you can only rely on yourselves." Agnes handed two of the seeds to Lord Solo.
"Thank you." Your Majesty the Blessed One said in a deep voice without raising his head.
Agnes withdrew her gaze thoughtfully, took another look at the people who were gradually waking up from their intoxication, and disappeared in an instant.
...
In the dressing room hung with various costumes, Goteles' figure quietly emerged.
"Oh," he casually stretched out his fingers to wipe the corners of his eyes, and bright red and smooth traces appeared on his fingers, "it's really an intoxicating attraction."
He stared at his fingers, and the dizzying bloody aroma spread from his fingertips, flowing quietly in the room to cover up the spreading smell of sulfur. The gray-black mist quietly emerged, entangled like a chain. Live the figure of Gotles.
The light blue flame quietly extinguished on his body, the mysterious patterns disappeared from his body, and he stood in the room without any cover.
"I thought you were just a legend." He said without fear.
"The combination of joy and pain gives birth to sparks of joy," he recited in a slow tone, as if caught in some memory, "the flowing river watered..."
"...He cannot be touched, cannot be found, but what He sees can never be forgotten..."
The gray-black mist condensed into a human shape in front of him, and Agnes appeared in front of him with the help of Bernie's body.
Goteles stopped speaking and looked greedily at the figure in front of him, blood gurgling from his eyes.
"You are really full of attraction," he said in an aria-like tone, "It makes people addicted, as if the mountains are dyed with the color of cinnabar..."
Agnes glanced at him, but then looked around.
She saw the snow-white walls turned into pieces of flesh drained of blood, the hangers full of costumes turned into long pale bones with smooth skin, and the black ground looked a little soft, like the tubes of a large vein with dried blood. wall.
"You..." Goteles tried to open his mouth to say something, but the newly formed figure disappeared again, and the gray-black mist surrounding him quietly shrank and quickly penetrated into his skin.
Goteles stopped talking, touched his skin, and laughed.
"The remnant you sent down is actually willing to merge with me. It seems that my destiny needs to change." He sat on the ground without caring about his image. "Maybe I should give up the previous happiness and take a look at your pursuit. ."
He sat on the ground for a while, then stood up and casually took a costume from the hanger on the side, put it on himself, and then walked out of the room.
