franphil Chapter 366 Chris Munna
Chapter 366 Chris Munna
Chapter 366 Chris Munna
"Two gender-swapped individuals got together and had a normal daughter."
Why couldn't Xia'er believe that Chik would obediently get pregnant?
"It's not really my place to talk about that, Uncle Jacob. You know there are many ways to handle it."
"However, my mother was indeed a bit rough when she gave birth to me. She threw me out like mud. Judith was even more pitiful. My mother only gave him one assassin trait, which was worse than not giving him any at all."
A slightly embarrassed laugh came from "Chrismona Night Pillar". After all, as a creation born from the combination of Yin and Yang, it was indeed a little embarrassing.
This is not difficult for the gods either, and reproduction is not limited to the internal body.
Even love is not unique to humans, but is the authority of the gods, and so is procreation.
"That's just how her personality is...abstract."
"Witch, you always make those who come after you suffer the same fate you did."
"She herself rose through the ranks step by step, and your brother will only be able to endure the hardships she went through."
"This is sexism."
Xia'er was speechless. The witch really knew how to make herself and others suffer. He didn't believe that a Sequence 0 witch could not manipulate the extraordinary characteristics of heredity. Giving her only a Sequence 9 was bad enough, but it was an assassin's path. The malice in this was almost overflowing.
"I think it's great to be a woman, and Judith might come to like it someday."
The voice emanating from "Chrismona Night Pillar" still carried a hint of laughter.
"Still so optimistic even after death?"
"Never mind, I'll just come out and talk about it."
Shael grabbed at the "Chrismona Night Pillar" in front of him, and the stolen ability directly extracted the remaining spiritual consciousness of "Chrismona", turning it into a somewhat illusory entity. As an angel whose spiritual constitution had changed, even if she lost her extraordinary characteristics, her spirit was still special.
"Uncle Jacob."
The girl, beautiful as a princess from a fairy tale, threw herself into Xia'er's arms. Without any deliberate seduction, she still stirred a ripple in his heart, even though he was only at Sequence 2.
"As expected of a born witch."
For the first time, Xia Er felt that pure desire was more attractive than madness.
"I'm so glad Uncle Jacob came to see me."
"Although I have nothing left now, I can take some parts of this pillar and make them into jewels to give to Uncle Jacob."
Christina's tone was very sincere.
But Chael wasn't buying it.
"I have something to do, I'm going back to sleep."
He ended the theft, and Christina's spirit returned.
She peeked out with a hint of reluctance, "Uncle Jacob, do you really not need me? I can be your guide, please don't leave me behind. I really miss you, twice as much."
"I know that once the witch's true form dies, the special person in the mirror will also die."
"You've already died once, so there's no corresponding person in the Trier mirror image?"
A female mirror image of a pure witch is still somewhat dangerous, but what mirror image could Chrismona possibly have at this moment? The fact that Chick didn't grind her to dust is proof enough.
Chael had some research ideas.
"She's dead. She missed Uncle Jacob very much."
The voice in "Chrismona Night Pillar" became somewhat sorrowful.
"Don't give me that. As a natural-born female witch, the person in your mirror is exactly the same as you. You two have never had any experiences that caused strong personality conflicts."
As fellow women, born at the same time, and sharing the same experiences, Chick must have been incredibly envious. It was a miracle he hadn't strangled the newborn Chrismona... Xia'er thought.
"Uncle Jacob, love is possessiveness, and I am no exception."
"Of course we had our disagreements, but it's good that she died with me now. If she were still alive, she would definitely interrupt me and take up your time. She was always so indecent."
The laughter of Christomonna Night Pillar echoed once more from the underground tomb.
"Uncle Jacob, I saw your eyes, they are still so reassuring. I'm so glad to be back."
A faint halo appeared in Xia'er's pupils, and a voice, similar to before yet slightly different, rang out.
The man in the Trier mirror, who should have disappeared long ago, has come back to life, and appears in his eyes in a rather abstract way through the mirror world he sees.
"You just need a mirror?"
Chael hadn't expected the Witch Path to be so resilient, although this might be related to the various pollutants that might exist in the underground Trier.
"Uncle Jacob, what I need is not a mirror, but someone who can awaken me and make me feel loved."
"Your appearance makes me want to continue existing, instead of ending up like the sister next to me who can never wake up again."
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Chrismona pointed to the Marianne Pillar beside her, where the angel of the night slumbered forever.
On the other side, the Death God's retinue, whose boundaries between life and death had long been blurred, also transformed into a "Lys Night Pillar".
Aside from the absence of any body parts found in the Twilight Passage, both the Black Death and the Witch Hunters suffered some losses in Trier during the Fourth Epoch.
"Can the authority of the Chaos Sea be inherited?"
Xia Er understood, his lips twitching slightly. Chrismona only had a sliver of her spirit left, and the only way she could influence him through the person in the mirror was through the power of the Chaos Sea.
How come Chick can inherit everything?
"Hehe, Uncle Jacob, you've figured it out."
Chrismona smiled somewhat embarrassedly, but her ability to communicate with the Chaos Sea was indeed innate, especially after experiencing the war between the Four Emperors and being sealed here.
If she wanted to live, the witch was special after all; even if she only had some remnants of her spirit left, she could be resurrected.
But she had previously thought that resurrection was meaningless, and that she might still be hunted down by her mother, so she might as well just wait for her spirit to gradually dissipate.
"Uncle Jacob, your family cemetery is over there."
The person in the mirror in Chael's eyes pointed in a direction.
He walked through the Crimson Shura Hall and the Mad Mushroom Cave, and although Chrismona strongly urged him to pick some mushrooms, he had no interest in these worm-like things.
Jacob, Zoroaster, even the deepest part has the tomb of the Amon family. Chael thought that no one but Amon himself would build a tomb for him.
Tamara...
Chael reached out a finger and gently touched a skeleton, sensing a grayish-white mist that was different from the gray fog.
When was the Tamara family corrupted? Did they encounter the Genie after the Black Emperor's fall?
It was just a simple action, but it felt as if Xia Er had violated some rule, and a sense of impending doom descended.
However, what happened in the end was pollution, and Xia Er breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the white mist that was not yet half "submerged".
The concentration isn't high enough.