As far as the eye can see, it's only a matter of inches.
In just a few breaths, the white horse came to Valentine. The hair is like snow, the eyes are like torches, and the body is strong and slender, as if it was painted by a famous master.
And He who is riding a white horse is also the most beautiful being among humans. Valentine was too lazy to think of adjectives. He had a simpler and more direct way to describe the appearance of the person in front of him——
Not under Raphael.
However, no matter how beautiful the princess riding the white horse was, Valentine could not have any desire for her beauty. However, the male instinct hidden deep in his heart is ready to move, wrapped in the anger of the past, and attacks the chasm of reason.
For a long time, this degenerate emotion was regarded as useless by Valentine.
With that ridiculous dream, he hates the dark side of himself as a human being. He never releases it even when facing enemies, and he will never feel fun from it. Instead, he will feel sad and painful...
At this moment, he had the most wanton thoughts, releasing the darkness that had been suppressed for a long time, and poured it out on that person.
"meet again."
He held the reins, jumped off the horse, and tapped the ground with the toes of his shoes. His movements were light and graceful, like an elf in a fantasy work.
It's just that the white coat and rimless glasses she's wearing are nothing like an elf.
"my child."
Valentine looked at the person in front of him carefully, comparing it with her memory.
After a long time, he replied slowly:
"If you could be filled with the radiance of motherhood and be physically beautiful...like Raphael, I think I would still be willing to call you 'Mom'."
"It seems that you hate me a lot less."
He stroked the white horse's mane and smiled.
As for Valentine's proposal, which was full of brilliance both internally and externally, she ignored it.
“The longer the dark clouds gather, the stronger the storm becomes.”
Valentine's words have a profound meaning.
But his eyes went over His shoulder and looked into the distance.
The faintly fluorescent horizon disappeared, and everything in the field of vision could only be described as "pitch black."
From the moment His toes touched the ground, the earth was divided into two halves with the white horse as the boundary. Half of it is the normal world where Valentine lives. The cold winter has left, the warm spring has arrived, and the wilderness is dotted with a little green, continuous and full of vitality.
The other half is the world behind Him——
A Jedi tainted by unspeakable darkness.
It is difficult to describe the scene in this land in words, because it is filled with black fog and blurred, as if a black and white film has fallen into ink. Even so, Valentine could clearly feel that there was no vitality inside, which was completely opposite to the world behind him.
In other words, the world in that person's eyes is the same as the normal world in Valentine's eyes.
The death energy that is everywhere, even the sky is filled with it, is the vitality of this world.
A place completely opposite to the human world.
hell.
Valentine suddenly remembered a sentence, which was almost exactly the same as the scene before him.
[I saw a white horse, and upon it sat death, and hell followed. ]
————————From "The Bible·Revelation"————————
"What do you see?"
Seeing the subtle changes in the expression on the other person's face, the smile on his lips grew a little wider.
Valentine's face was gloomy, his eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him, and his lips were pursed tightly.
Both worlds were shrouded in silence. Even standing in a normal environment, Valentine felt a chill on his back, as if everything around him was leaving him, replaced by a lifeless death place.
"You would have been dead a long time ago."
In the end, he chose to ignore it all and turned his attention to the woman herself.
Maybe this would make him less stressed.
"I did it myself and saw with my own eyes the splattered brains and blood."
"So I came out of hell."
He lifted his chin, looking proud.
"The first thing I did when I came out was to come to you."
bass!
A giant sword appeared out of thin air and plunged into the soil not far from him, leaving only the hilt and half of the sword exposed.
There were lightning flashes in Valentine's eyes, rope-like electricity wrapped around his horns, and crackling sounds coming from his body from time to time.
A shadowy figure wearing a maid outfit appeared behind him, holding a swift sword in his hand.
It was obvious that the dragon man was angry.
Maybe it was because Valentine didn't look fierce at all, or maybe it was because Valena was wearing a maid uniform, but in short the woman wasn't afraid at all, and even the white horse wasn't frightened by the sudden appearance of the giant sword.
"My child, you and she can exchange consciousness and body, which is an incredible existence in itself."
He said this:
"Why can't I continue to control this dead body?"
These two sentences reminded Valentine of a guy named "Black Snake".
During the Battle of Qicheng, he controlled Xing Yihuang's body and used Chixiao to kill the black snake in Talulah's body...
But Black Snake itself died once, and it was killed by Tallulah herself.
What was destroyed that time was only one consciousness of Black Snake. Maybe he still has countless consciousnesses hidden in the minds of countless people, waiting for the time to come out and cause trouble to the world.
Thinking about it this way, it is not difficult to accept that the person in front of me died and came back to life.
As for the essence of woman, the existence that should be called "He", it is impossible to figure it out with normal thinking, just like it is impossible to understand the black snake with normal thinking.
Perhaps, to Him, the human body is just a piece of clothing. When it breaks, just change it and wear it again.
The reason why he put on the clothes that had been broken a long time ago this time was because He wanted to meet with him.
This “dress”—the woman standing next to the white horse—is the only link that connects Him to me.
Valentine figured it out quickly.
Resurrection from the dead is not something I have never seen before, so it is not worth making a fuss about.
"Then why did you come to see me?"
Valentine no longer wanted to continue chatting with Him.
"Is it just to scare me?"
"Just wanted to give you a reason to go to Agor."
The woman pointed at herself.
"Is this a good enough reason?"
"Well enough."
Valentine nodded.
"Then come to the deep sea to find me."
He stretched out his hand toward Valentine, palm down, as if waiting for the man in front of him to take it.
"There's something you should know."
"Even if you don't want to know... you still want to kill me again."
"A nightmare is something that even time cannot kill. You can only free it with your own hands."
"you're right."
The giant sword turned into little stars and dispersed with the wind. Valentine breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head, and smiled frankly.
His eyes lost their light and were as cold as ice.
"I hope you haven't forgotten my name."
nature.
Valentine said nothing, but his name emerged in his mind, stained with thick blood.
"Andrea."
