Legend of the Asura

“Perhaps I should not expect myself to be forgiven and accepted by humankind, which is really just a fantastic dream that will never be reached. As long as I exist for a day, you will not truly feel tranquil... rest assured, when I make up my mind to come here, I will be self-absorbed.” The Moon said calmly.

The golden dragon's eyes lit up with a faint golden glow. She looked at the moon with surprise. I had no idea that she would say such a thing, and the eyes of the wind flashed with surprise. Babies who do not understand the meaning of the Moon are staring at the Moon with some confusion.

“The Moon, you don't have to choose this, I can let you go, as long as you change your face in the future and no longer appear in the sight of mankind as the Moon.” The wind said calmly and then looked down at the baby in front of her: “I don't want her to be sad. ”

“No!” Unexpectedly, the Moon shook its head and refused: “As I said, as long as I have one day, you will not truly feel at peace. Life is eternal pain for me, even if you really want to let me go, where is the Heavenly Dragon mainland where I live, how many people will try to find me and take my life... perhaps death is the best relief for our demons. ”

Wind: “…”

There was nothing more to say about the wind. He knew that Moon was absolutely right. Even if her heart changed, she was still a demon and one of the three demon gods contaminated with countless sins.

What did the baby finally realize? It took him a while to lose his voice. "Sister Moon, you... what are you talking about? Don't be silly, okay? ”

As I looked at the baby, the face of the Moon once again appeared with a glimmer of human talent. She looked at the wind with a beggar and said: "Can I speak to her face to face... this is my final request. ”

Without waiting for the wind to open, some of the panicked babies have rushed from their little white backs to the Moon, anxiously said: "Sister Moon, what is wrong with you? You just said... you just said you were going to...”

The nerves of the wind tighten quietly, keeping an eye on any slight movement of the Moon. As long as she shows a little slaughter, he starts the time field the first time.

The Moon shook its head and grabbed the baby's little hand and said softly: "Thank you, baby, only you will truly think of me as a friend and sister. It's only when I'm with you that I feel like a person, not a demon. ”

“Thank you for walking with me through the last few days of my life, the happiest and most precious memories of my life. ”

Somehow, one of the three demons, who had no idea what grief was, was already in tears. Not only did she learn to laugh happily, she could cry sadly and have human emotions. What the demon left before her death was still resentment, and she was relentless and sad. By now she may not really be a simple demon anymore.

“Sister Moon, can you tell the baby what's going on? Don't even think about it, okay? I won't make people hate you. Many of my sisters are very nice people and will love you.” The baby said in alarm, vaguely, that she felt the irreversible decision within the Moon.

The moon shook its head gently and put its hands on the baby's shoulder: "I said I'd protect you for life, but now it seems I can't do it anymore. But I won't let anyone hurt you, I will use my last strength to protect you forever...”

The baby blinked her eyes wide blinking and listened to the sound of the Moon in her ear.

The wind thought a little, suddenly realizing what, the subconscious reached out, but immediately took it back. Light and darkness, though opposed, represent one of the most natural elements, with no distinction between good and evil. Good and evil are determined only by the user. The wind has understood what the Moon is going to do, and there is a hidden sigh inside. Demons are born of man and can be transformed back into men in the washing of the mind. And demons sometimes and surely represent absolute evil. Only corrupt demons can be called demons, and corrupt people, while still human, are sometimes more terrible than demons.

However, instead of giving herself a way back, Moon chose to break all the shackles and free herself completely. It's probably her best choice, too.

In smiles and tears, the body surface of the Moon rises with increasingly intense black light. From that swelling black light, the wind feels not evil, but insidious warmth.

“Sister Devil Moon...” The baby grabbed her hand, but was surprised to feel her hand getting softer and softer, gradually becoming like a cotton flock.

“Baby... thank you, goodbye...” The Moon smiled and let go of the baby, then waved at her and her body completely disappeared into the fog. So the black smoke that gathers all the power of the Moon divides into five tracks of different sizes, each flying towards the baby? Angel forgiveness, magic on your feet? Angel Dance, Hair Demon? Angel hymns and magic dancing on your back? The wings of an angel, and the black light with the strongest dark power, flew directly into the baby's body and melted into the magic gun in her backpack? Angel sighs.

The original demon set of the angel set belonged to the demon moon, and was later transformed by the legendary angel Sally 26556; she forcibly instilled the power of light, and her abilities decreased dramatically. The demon moon, despite its superdivine power, still lacked the ability to restore them back to the demon set - unless, at one time, she abandoned her life and unleashed all her powers.

The baby's body was covered in warm black light, and the white, flawless outfit all over her body was gradually dyed black in the black light. But these aren't the babies' concerns, and she looks around in panic, looking for the Moon figure. Her mind was too simple, although only a few days of acquaintance had led her to think of the Moon as someone important to her.

But the Moon is doomed to be gone. A few seconds ago, she had burned her life, transformed herself into a darkness that transcended the divine hierarchy, and transformed her baby's demons? Angel set.

From light gray, to light gray, to gray… light black… until from the original pure white to pure black, no more signs of a star and a half dot of white can be found. Light is counteracted by darkness, devoured until it is completely replaced, and the power of light is replaced by a density several dozen times greater than before.

A soft-blown, relatively weakest magic charm? Angel Dance Step completes the conversion first, returning to the dark artifact of the past - Shadow Trek!

Soon another noise will come, demon? Angel's hymn is also a complete transformation of light into darkness in the dark light, transformed by the Light Fairy into the feather of the Dark Divine Spirit.

Immediately thereafter, the pair of completely black wings behind the baby were also transformed, from angel wings to dark artifact demonic wings.

It also turns into a pure black princess dress that turns into a formerly dark cloak. Finally, it is the demon gun that automatically disengages from the baby's backpack and appears in the baby's hands, transformed by the angel's sigh into a dark super artifact.

A powerful super artifact finally reappeared in the Warsaw War Zone, and the owner of the super artifact became the player of the second owner's all-body artifact gear after the escape. The baby's properties are not even as bad at this time as the wind was before it was stamped.

The profession remains the same, and the heart of the angel that is unique to the baby remains the same, because it is a heart that will not be contaminated with any evil and dirt. What changes is all the skills in your baby's professional skills that are carried by the power of light. They have shifted from light to darkness, but they are undoubtedly many times more powerful. Also changing are the additional skills of all equipment, all of which have changed and become powerful, while adding many more powerful skills. An additional "Devil's Possession” attached to the Devil's Dark Bevel can triple your baby's attacks in a state of anger.

The skill of the Demon Gun of Destruction has been transformed from a previous Holy Light to a Dark Bomb, the Bouncing of the Absolute Cry to a Cry of the Dark Day of Destruction, and has a stronger and more powerful trick - the bombardment of the Dark Judgement.

The baby was continuously prompted, but none of this excited her. She still looked around in panic, looking for the figure of the Moon. When she couldn't find it in any case, she spread her dark wings and pounded into the arms of the wind, sobbing again. She is not stupid at all. If the Moon is a word, and the black light with a familiar breath, she has actually known where the Moon went, but has been reluctant to admit it.

The golden dragon sighed, looked at the wind and flew in the direction of the palace. When the Moon died, the Demon Clan was finally wiped out. But he doesn't feel as much as relieved. It's a dull repression. Because he felt that it was not a demon that had just died in front of him, but a living person… and was forced to die by himself. She had said that it would no longer be a scourge for humanity, but had finally chosen to destroy her existence because of what she had said.

How can it be a demon when a woman can cry and use all her strength to protect a human girl?

“Brother, why is this happening, Sister Moon, why is she walking...” The baby shrunk into the arms of the wind and slowly wetted his chest again.

Magic? Although the angel suit has changed back from a powerful demon suit and the color has changed from holy white to dark black, the appearance hasn't changed slightly, and perhaps the Moon feels that only a princess can dress best for the baby. The white symbol of purity turns pure black, and instead of making people feel uncomfortable, it adds a magical charm to their baby. Her delicate, flawless skin is white like snow under a dark reflective lining.

The wind did not speak and gently held her tight, allowing her to shed her grief with tears. After all, she and Moon had only known each other for a very short time, and it was not time to create too deep feelings. Perhaps after crying, she slowly forgets.