"No, I can't do that!"
Jolian put away her blade and tightly grasped her own wrist.
She looked at the monster that was being completely crushed by Wumulian with red eyes. It was as if every roar of the monster was a cry for help to her.
"Why would I have such thoughts?" She covered her head, which was throbbing with pain, and sat on the ground weakly.
Little An suddenly remembered those eyes that had appeared on her body!
"Could it be that I'm the same kind of thing as it! Am I also a monster!"
Wumulian's battle was coming to an end. After she tore apart the last mouth of the monster, it lost its breath and turned into a puddle of slime sticking to the ground.
"What a disgusting thing."
Lian threw a ball of raging fire and burned its remains to ashes.
Turning around, she saw Jolian kneeling on the ground and quickly walked over.
"What's wrong, Qiao? Did I scare you just now?"
"Yeah..." Jolian hadn't recovered from the tormenting emotions and nodded subconsciously.
"Ah, what are you afraid of? I'm not usually like this. I was just too excited when I saw this monster."
Mulian was talking to herself. Suddenly, little An grabbed her wrist and looked at her seriously:
"What is the true meaning of a Holy Heritage Magister? What is this monster? Are there other kinds of monsters in the world?"
The pink - haired girl rarely saw Qiao show such a serious expression other than when it came to alchemy:
"You should know that the ultimate goal of us Holy Heritage Magisters is to become a new god, right?"
"Yeah." Jolian nodded. "But isn't that just a rumor?"
"This is not a rumor. Becoming a new god is real! The catastrophe of the continent is also real!"
Mulian sat down beside her and continued to explain with a trace of reminiscence in her eyes:
"When I was very young, Yanyin told me to practice magic hard because I was going to be the one who would save the world in the future!"
"At first, I thought she was teasing me because the thing she liked to do the most was to lie to me and play tricks on me to satisfy her strange hobbies."
"Oh right, Yanyin is the artifact spirit who raised me and taught me the Holy Heritage magic."
Having said this, she, who was always enthusiastic and carefree, actually hugged her knees and said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Until one day, she suddenly disappeared, and the place where I lived with her was surrounded by a group of monsters covered with mouths..."
"To be honest, I don't know what these monsters are either, but when I see them, an impulse to eliminate them instinctively rises in my heart."
"As if it's a duty? Or a destiny?"
"Finally, relying on the Holy Relic left to me by Yanyin, I eliminated all the nearby monsters. Well... it's the claws on my hand just now."
As she spoke, Mulian raised her right hand and made a grasping motion towards the void in front of Qiao. "I thought this was a test left to me by Yanyin. As long as I eliminated all of them, she would appear..."
"As a result, I waited for her there for a full year, but didn't see her figure!"
"So I decided not to wait anymore! Since she didn't come back, I would go find her!"
"Then I left the place where I used to live."
"On the way to look for Yanyin, I encountered many such monsters one after another."
"But I found that I seem to only be able to eliminate those covered with mouths? It's like a special killing mechanism?"
"Once, I was surrounded by a huge purple eyeball."
"Ah... just a purple eyeball? Did it have any other eyes on it?"
Hearing this, Jolian asked quietly.
This made Wumulian a bit puzzled, but she didn't think much of it:
"No, it was just a big eyeball, without any other eyes. Have you seen an eyeball covered with eyes, Qiao?"
"Uh... No..." Little An said awkwardly, and at the same time gave her an expression asking her to continue.
I haven't seen an eyeball covered with eyes, but I've seen a person covered with eyes?
No, can I still be called a person like this?
Mulian: "At that time, I was surrounded by the big eyeball. No matter how I attacked, I couldn't cause much damage to it, or the damage I caused was limited, almost the same as what an ordinary magister could do to it."
"Just when I thought I was going to die, Yimansha suddenly appeared! She shot an arrow with a Holy Relic similar to a bow and arrow, piercing through the monster's eyeball!"
Jolian: "Huh? Did you know Yimansha when you were a child?"
"No." Wumulian shook her head. "She left right after killing the monster. I only found out her name later when I joined [Crow Hound]."
Having said this, the pink - haired girl had already told everything she knew, and Little An had a new understanding of the Holy Heritage Magisters.
But new questions also emerged. For example: Where did these monsters come from? How many kinds were there exactly?
If there were twelve kinds, did her situation belong to one of them?
And why did she have the thought of wanting to save this monster?
Was she really the same as them?
Would she be killed by the Holy Heritage Magisters one day?
Thinking of this, Jolian didn't dare to think further. She couldn't accept that the meaning of her existence was to die again in place of the original owner who had passed away...
However, come to think of it...
It seemed that Wumulian hadn't mentioned the importance of eyes to Holy Heritage Magisters?
"Lian, I heard that the eyes of Holy Heritage Magisters are very important to you. Why is that?"
Little An organized her words and asked as if it was an ordinary question.
"Ah? Who did you hear that from?" Wumulian asked back in confusion. "I'm not quite sure about this either. I just know that eyes are very important."
"Oh, I see..." Jolian didn't say that she heard it from Lady Vesir. She always felt that there was something indescribably strange about this person.
"Right, Lian, can you lend me your Holy Relic to take a look? I'm quite curious. What exactly is the difference between it and alchemical weapons?"
"Oh, sure." Wumulian stretched her hand in front of Little An, and the pitch - black iron claws slowly emerged in her hand.
"Hmm... The entire claw body is integrated? It's as if it was originally like this?"
"There are no alchemical arrays on it? But it can exert destructive power far beyond that of alchemical weapons?"
Jolian stroked the claws back and forth, thinking about whether she could create something similar.
"Pfft~"
Wumulian suddenly burst out laughing and used her other hand to grab the hand that Little An was using to stroke the claws.
"Stop it, it tickles!"
"Huh???" Jolian looked at her in disbelief. "I'm touching this claw, and you can feel it?"
"Oops, no. Do you mean that the touch between you Holy Heritage Magisters and your Holy Relics is interconnected?"
Wumulian retracted the claws. "That's not the case. Back then, Yanyin was afraid that I was too naive and might be tricked into giving away the Holy Relic, so she embedded it in my hand."
"Over time, this is how I and the [Hand of Forsaken Flame] are."
"Hmm... being tricked away by others?"
Jolian pondered this sentence. "So, besides you Holy Heritage Magisters, other people can also use Holy Relics?"
"Yes, Holy Relics are not exclusive. Any living person can use them, but they just won't be as powerful as when used by Holy Heritage Magisters..."